Dylan's True Colors
by Daniel Beadle - Thursday, September 6, 2007
The Guardian approaches Dylan. “Who are you?”Dylan smiles, chuckling slightly. “You know my name.”
“Satan.”
Dylan stares back at his accuser. “I couldn’t imagine him being much different than myself.
“You call me devil. You call me... Satan? Hh. If I were to go out on a limb, and entertain your petty notions of that fairytale you call ‘religion,’ then I would recognize you as the fool you pretend to be, Mr. 'Guardian Angel.'
"Evil exists in the corruption of good. Now there’s a task that can never be entirely successful. Lucifer is a loser. My enterprises supercede anything that that pathetic fool could ever hope to accomplish. Lucifer, just like God, places value in life. God loves humans, and hopes to see them ascend to greatness. And Lucifer? He has an affinity for humans as well, constantly calling them to his side against God.
"Those two… those two fictional characters are like two pathetically eager masters calling to a confused dog for obedience. I choose to dismiss such ridiculous fabrications. Humanity is a mutt with no master. It’s a wild animal that carries on the pretense that it serves some higher power.
"I will never believe that there exists a greater power than myself. In lieu of God, in the absence of Satan, I have dominion over man. And I don’t beg for his obedience. I merely serve to put a bullet in his head.”
