“I want to know if I am yours. I said that I am, but I want to know if it is true, if I am really yours. Your angel.” “You want to know if you are mine.” “Yes, Father. Not an angel of beauty, nor of anything else, but an angel of God Almighty, Creator of Heaven and Earth, and all that I see.” He trembled, even knowing he’d just been scolded for it. “Because, Lord, what is there to be, if not yours?” Instead of answering, God returned Lucifer to the bed of flowers and said he should take the chance to lay in it some more.
