Character: Lucifer. Page 7

I never understood you pagans. You are petty, insignificant. Always squabbling, always ready to betray their own. It is not surprising that the planet came to us. You are worse people, you're worse than demons, and claim to divinity. And they say that I am steeped in pride...

- It doesn't matter.
And yet... you know the worst part? It doesn't really matter. Because I won. Your insanity won. Look at yourself. Who would believe that you once saved the world.

And asked of Lucifer His Son:
Said: "either make the tree good and its fruit good, or else make the tree corrupt, and his fruit corrupt: for the tree is known by its fruit." Is it really so?
And Lucifer said to His Son:
- What is considered good and what is considered lean? That's the main problem.

And asked of Lucifer His Son:
- Why it is said: servants of Satan but servants of God?
And Lucifer said to His Son:
Because I serve a free people. I don't need slaves.

And Lucifer said to His Son:
- No man can withstand the temptation of doubt. No! Neither man nor woman.

And asked of Lucifer His Son:
- Is the world so cruel?
And Lucifer said to His Son:
- The world is not cruel. He is just dispassionate. And dispassion is indifference.

Fight. If you will not fight, you will regret it for the rest of my life! Those who are not struggling, still lives, rots the soul.

- You think you own the planet? Who gave you the right?
- No one gave. We took it ourselves.

Look what you've done here for six billion people. And piled all the blame on me.

And asked of Lucifer His Son:
The Christ, the Son of God, suffered and died on the cross. Should will and I, Your Son, to suffer and die?
And Lucifer said to His Son:
Christ knew that he was the Son of God. So what if his feat? He was just playing. Death was his only game. He knew it was not forever, not seriously. He knew he'd be back.
Yes, he suffered and agonized on the cross, any suffering, any pain you can endure if you know it's just a game, sort of a test of fortitude.
What is flour? Thousands and thousands of people were crucified, thousands and thousands suffered and much more violent, sophisticated flour. Many have behaved thus decently. Even in the face of death. And real death, not a toy, not for fun.
So what? Who remembers them now? Who admire them? Where are they? Gone are the all-consuming abyss of time. Without a trace.
In other words, by themselves the pain and suffering still mean nothing and are worth nothing. You don't have to tolerate them.

Contrary to popular claims, I'm not lying. It's no good.

- Castiel so... they Say you came by car?
Yes.
How are you?
- Well... slowly and closely.