Despair..such a strong emotion, especially in God’s heart the day his favorite angel was cast from Heaven. Within the shadow of God’s despair, something new was born. An entity, a wolf-like beast with a chaotic impulse to challenge the one that created him. Donning the name Noxiel, he watched from the shadows as the world formed, the creation of man, the birth of the Son of God. Noxiel found this supposed Prince of Peace to be..inspiring. Not because of the “good word” he shared, but how he easily swayed the masses just by performing miracles and promising forgiveness of sin, just for a bit of faith..Like sheep in a herd led by a divine shepherd. But what if they were led a different path?

Noxiel began to plan. He could do as this holy prophet did, give these humans something to believe in..lead them down the path of destruction, feed their chaotic nature as they cause despair, enough to bring this world to its end. The entity waited, observing how this “Savior” went about and followed him through Galilie, one of Judea’s regions. As he passes through Nazareth, he finds something that sets his plan into motion.

In the dark, moon peeking over the horizon, a human knelt under a tree outside of Nazareth, hands clasped in prayer, staring at the brightest star. Their despair was intense, laced with doubt. He’d seen it before, humans doubting their God. The despair wasn’t all, there was something on their soul..a mark with a holy glow. He’d seen this before, once placed on a certain banished angel..now on this human. God’s new favorite, doubting him. If this favored human was lost to the shadows as the favored angel had, would it make God abandon this world for an entity like him to take over? He was sure of it.

He takes on a new image, one of a humanlike divine being. With this form, a new name..Perfidian. “Made of deceit.” He materialized from the shadows, speaking in a smooth, deep tone. A shepherd beckoning a sheep.

“Poor little lamb..Why seek God’s favor when mine is already yours for the taking?”