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You ask my name, what is in a name? I have many names, many by which you may know me, Belial, Diable, old scratch, the tempter even fiend. Imagine fiend as if I am not wanted or, uninvited by you.
Really, such an unjust accusation as if I was not exactly what you wanted even asked for. Why you say? I was there when you turned away from Him; he is your father no longer I imagine. You find yourself alone I see. Yes, I would envision you do, that is no surprise so long you trusted in your father, or so you said, but now no more.
Tell me, what changed your mind? No doubt, life has proved to be a hard road. I bet you were thinking that everything would be fine and easy, what a distressing realization to find that He hung on a cross because He loved you, yet you still suffer. Perhaps you did not know you would have to persevere.
Well you are not alone, many oh so many of your type fail the test and of that I am so glad. Why you may ask? Because my poor dear miserable mortal your weakness is my gain. I think I am going to do something unusual for you. I am going to tell you my true name, which is most appropriate for you right now at this time. Are you ready to hear? Lean in closely, this is just for you, can you hear me? Good, good this is my name, it is despair, it is misery it is hopelessness.
Every word from me is like a shard of ice that pierces your very heart. I know you can feel it your pain is delicious to me. Oh look at your distress you search about frantically for help, release, call on Him he is here you could call on Him now fall at his feet ask Him for forgiveness proclaim your faith. Ah, I see your faith is gone. I will let you in on a secret; you never had any at all. Perhaps you thought His love was like yours, a quid-pro-duo. I scratch your back you scratch mine. I give my money and you give me a good life, no pain, no hardship?
What of the cross and His pain, oh let me tell you we danced and rejoiced but our joy turned to cursed sorrow in just three-day’s time. What of it though, we have to move on and enjoy what time and opportunity that we have and that is certainly, where you come in.
What of you now my poor unfortunate fellow, you are quite alone now. I love you as well you know, but my love for you is different from His. His love was for you, I don’t understand it at all, he loves you mortal creatures despite your weaknesses and frailties, which just between you and I and believe me I mean no offense these weaknesses I and my kind find quite disgusting.
However, that is not a problem really because, as I was saying, my love is not for you it is of you.
I love you not because of what you are not what you could be or what you will be in some glorified state. To me you are simply food, something to devour. Now I ask you what the point of this pain and unhappiness is.
Why live, I can end it all, embrace me I wait with open arms and a ravenous hunger and I will devour your pain and yourself. Wait!
What treachery is this? Even here, He can find you! You were mine but yet His pierced and scarred hand stretches before me and drives me back. How can He love such a wretched creature as you?
How can he have shed His blood for one as foolish and weak as you? Even now, I see His light filling you and calming your soul, drawing you back once again to Him.
Even now, he strengthens you for the task ahead, forgives your unbelief, and compels you to repentance, all of this for one as weak as you, why?
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