Fyodor Dostoevsky
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Fallen from heaven’s grace, a new place is found in the likeness of an eternal fire. A distraught pit of fire that becomes his throne. The title of Satan is now adorned upon his brow like a crown for he strayed from God. “Oh my dear, little mouse, how far you have fallen to reside here with me.” Luring Eve in to eat an apple is nothing short of doing so to prove a point to God. Words like honey will make anyone sway from their path with God. “You chose to join my side, are you satisfied?”