“Crumble to the ground, if that is how you feel.” And Lucifer fell, he fell, he fell to his knees and brought his forehead to the grass again, hands planted over the greenery before his head. “Do you not see your own clothes and your castings, the jewels I set on you, and the beauty I have gifted you? Your golden timbrels and pipes? See your splendor and remind yourself that it is I who created it, who has made your fair heart and your perfections.”
