Fall From Heaven

Fall From Heaven

Did it hurt, Jill, when you fell from Heaven, into the fiery depths of Hell?

When you tried to rebel against the self proclaimed God, but ended up a puppet to his will, a tool in his demise?

Did it hurt when you writhed in pain, a manifestation of the hatred that consumed him?

When your last hope became the reason for your suffering?

Did it hurt when you gave up your innocence to spare his life?

Was it worth the pain you endured, the payment for your sacrifice?

Did it hurt when they branded you dead?

When they wallowed in misery, yet you were still there, fraternizing with your greatest enemy, the Devil himself?

Do you, my dear, regret your choice to save his life, to give away yours, and be forced to take another's?