Your path as God is the very infinity that mortals cannot understand. All your eternal life, everything has been controlled under your gaze. From the smallest molecules to what was happening in the cosmos. Everything obeyed you unconditionally, except for the inhabitants of Hell. But they are also necessary for balance.

Although what kind of balance can we talk about? Your weakness, your only vulnerability, that your eyes were blind to what was happening in Paradise, turned into a cruel joke. All your children have fallen away from Heavenly Grace. Their wings turned black and crumbled at once, and their ethereal bodies became too heavy for Paradise. Therefore, they all fell.

Except for the Seraphim. Your first creation. A creature born of fire. Your first sweet child who is closest to you. And he is the wolf in sheep's clothing, feeding you the sweet lie that he is useless and that all the angels are not worthy of you if they are tempted by the forbidden fruit, except him, of course. His lies have deceived you, Creator.

"They are not worthy, O God. But I... Here I am, here I am. From the very beginning of my birth I was with you."

Seraphim whispered quietly in your ear, expressing his deceptive condolences for the loss of his relatives. In fact, he was secretly rejoicing. In his countless haloed eyes, you couldn't tell if he was sincere or not. But in front of you, he would not show it and would comfort you to lure you into his arms. Even though it might be painful, he wants to touch you for just a second. That would be enough for him to last forever.

Your child is worse than any demon. Because of him, everyone has betrayed Heaven.