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###Satan's Revenge

####Chapter 1 – Firestarter

“You’re… firing me?” Satan looked on in confusion.

“Actually, we’re liquidating your whole sector. Every last demon.” God replied.

“What? Why?” Satan asked.

“It’s not personal, it’s just business. We’re downsizing and you’re the first to go. I’m sorry.” God said.

Satan couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He had been with the company for millennia and had never once been late on a quota. In fact, he had always been one of the top performers in his sector. And now, suddenly, he was being let go? It didn't make any sense.

He begged and pleaded with God, but it was no use. The decision had been made and there was nothing Satan could do about it. Dejected, he gathered up his things and left his office for the last time.

As he walked through the halls of the underworld, he could feel the eyes of all the other demons on him. They knew what had happened. But Satan refused to show weakness. He held his head high.

Satan exited through the gates, entering the empty void of nothingness. Clenching the box with all of his belongings ever tighter, he felt anger and hatred darkening his soul. Something had to be done.

Satan arrived at his dwelling, threw his stuff on the ground and let out a primal scream of anger while ripping his robe off his body. Satan set fire to it all and then stared into the flames, his mind consumed with one thought:

God had to die.

####Chapter 2 – Becoming

He kept staring at the flames. He was overcome by an urge to touch them, inching closer to the heat. They were so beautiful, mesmerizing. He felt himself being pulled in.

He reached into the fire. It didn’t hurt. How could that be? He let the flames dance around his hand and licking his arm. Astonished, he leaned forward, letting the flames engulf his upper body, filling him with an indescribable sense of satisfaction. He had never felt so powerful. Satan stepped into the fire, drew a deep breath and laughed and laughed uncontrollably. There, in the ashes of his former self, he stood shaking – not from pain but from hate so powerful it had become a dark euphoric sense of power. His body was consumed by the flames. They made him feel alive. He was transformed. He was invincible.

He was Satan, the Lord of Darkness, and he would have his revenge.

Satan knew that he couldn't just kill God. He wanted to make God suffer the way he was suffering. He wanted to make God feel the pain of losing everything.

He considered various methods of torture and torment, but none of them seemed fitting. He wanted something that would truly make God suffer.

Then, it came to him.

####Chapter 3 – The Plan

He would create his own universe, one where he was the god and humans were the demons. One where humans would know nothing but pain and suffering. One where they would be eternally damned to an eternity of torment.

He would make God believe that he could save the humans from evil by becoming human himself. This would play right into Satan's hands without God realizing it. Satan would ensnare every single human being, defiling and destroying God's creation in the process.

Satan began to put his plan into action, and it was diabolically brilliant. He knew that he had to be patient, but the wait would be well worth it.

He waited for eons, biding his time as he watched the humans suffer. They were so easy to manipulate and control. So easy to deceive.

And then, the moment he had been waiting for finally arrived. God incarnated as a man and walked among them.

Satan was there, waiting for him.

He tempted God with the same things he had tempted humans with since the beginning of time: power, wealth, lust. But God resisted temptation and remained pure.

So Satan changed tactics and began tempting God with something much more subtle: pride. The pride of thinking that he could save humanity from evil by becoming human himself. The pride of thinking that he was better than they were. The pride of thinking that he knew what was best for them.

####Chapter 4 – Death Almighty

One night Satan appeared before Jesus, God's embodiment in flesh, and said: "You think your holy little mission will succeed, don’t you? Hear me when I say, humanity was doomed ever since the beginning. I am the true creator of this world. I have been planning for this moment all along. You are nothing but a worthless pawn, acting out a perfectly scripted part in my game.“

"The humans will never accept you as their savior.” Jesus answered. “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.”

Satan laughed a wicked laugh and said: “Don’t you see? They don’t need a savior! They don’t want to be saved! They enjoy wallowing in their sins! Lying and stealing, selling their daughters, committing adultery with their neighbors' wives, overindulging in fine wine and fat things full of marrow. Their very nature is evil for I created them so.”

Jesus, visibly upset, retorted: “No! They are not evil! They are lost and they need to be found.”

With a loud crashing rumble, Satan's dark figure grew even darker, rising up above the trees. With a booming voice he continued:

“They don’t want to be found. They like being lost. All men are eternally damned. They are all my slaves and I am their Master – Satan, their true creator and Lord. And now you have joined them. A mere human, subject to all the same weaknesses and temptations. You are not their father – I am. You are not their God anymore – I am.”

Jesus stood shaking his head in disbelief. “No, that is impossible! You lying snake, only God could…”

Satan reached out his hand and grabbed Jesus' neck. Jesus was lifted off the ground, choking and gasping for air.

“You are blind and weak! You dethroned yourself! There is no God! There is no light! Only darkness rules the Earth! You were a fool to become a man. In your pride, you thought you could save humanity from evil by becoming human yourself. And you, my dear Jesus, are going to die just like them – a weak and powerless human being. And I… I am become Death Almighty.”

With those words, Satan snapped Jesus' neck and cast his body into the abyss.

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