You were perfect in your ways from the day you were created, until iniquity was found in you. Hordes of transparent cameras swirled violently around him as he sat on his golden throne, like a billion angels eagerly waiting in front of their holograms, with inexpressible excitement, for their leader to speak. He had a few moments left before his speech; he had not spoken officially to his brotherhood since his initial speech at the Christos Structure of the One. Hovering deep within the dimensional membranes above the far side of the moon, its illuminated elite toyed well with the thousands of attending journalists and excited dignitaries who milled about. its huge ornate throne room. Luciah ignored them, her mind addictively mulling over any ploy that could bring about a desperately needed victory in the war against the One. This historic speech was intended for the confidence of those who called him Lord: the brotherhood of life. The consummate liar secretly hated everyone, but nevertheless honored and rewarded their dedication for the sake of appearances. The Devil moved on his solid gold throne; Suddenly there was silence as the rows of cameras moved in response; the sea of ​​life below him fearfully awaited his first words. The past Job affair and the endless secret attacks of The One have seriously torn apart the ranks of his brotherhood, constantly agitating his butterflies; twenty-eight million five hundred thousand souls have defected because of the unnatural loyalty of one man. He couldn't continue to suffer these massive losses and regain salvation, for himself and for those who loved him with forensic stupidity. Luciah thoughtfully touched his chest, almost without thinking, her delicate hands affectionately caressing...... middle of paper. .....as a complete model – a step below the living God in power, in wisdom, possessing an unimaginable intellect: one of a kind; there has never been an Angel created like him and there never will be again. And with one accord, the obscure congregations described Him as intolerant of the devil, because He refused to maintain equal eternities for all, regardless of obedience to their Creator. And billions of people across the transparent, sparkling city in the throne room of the Great House of the One, and those in its complex on the moon fell face down, giving an uncontrollable frenzied meltdown to their leader and their God. And completely flooded with trembling and overwhelming emotions, millions of convulsing and weeping Angels rushed to their craft, heading fiercely towards the fishbowl universe to destroy by any means necessary, the Elect whom God considered as priceless and precious..