Her Eternal Descent

I have spent ages upon this land just wandering, waiting, wondering when I could finally show Him what I'm made of. I hate Him thinking he's so above us, I could be his equal if I wanted to, I can create as I wish at whim as He can. I can rally more people together than He could even imagine. I hated the way He puts down women such as myself, thinking that we need to be tied down to a man. Just his view of humanity reveals the big ego He has. He said he made man in his image, but how I would describe his failed creation is weak, easily manipulated, simple minded. Simply look around at my masterpiece. How I commandeer the women to have the man listen to their every whim simply to sweep them off their feet. How just by using our bodies, men are left ogling at us, willing to pay to have even just 5 minutes to toy with our alluring figures. Others I simply put them under the control of whatever they become attached to, be it drugs, hatred, and even other men. The women he made were as weak as well, so I made them stronger, as they should, and play with hearts of all, those who do not wish that however, get punished.

All the people who immediately surrender themselves to even the most simplest of pleasures makes me lick my lips. It reminds me of the events of the First Sin. Poor Adam, the fact that he subjected himself by showing him how satisfying carnal pleasure was, and how Eve would fail to give him what I can. It was quite disgusting in spite of how brilliant it was, for I knew he was an image of Him. Eve ran away crying, knowing that he was already my puppet, but I had to suade her too, for I was close to vomiting even thinking of doing anything to that man. And He was furious with me, though I personally don't know why, I mean, they didn't eat from the tree like He said. Because He fails to see the reality that I see, and the reality that is before the both of us. The true nature that I see through his "perfect" creation.

Humans are all  selfish, disgusting creatures in a constant pursuit of pleasure. There is no exception. Those who are innocent are simply good at hiding the beast within themselves. Speaking of, I might have to visit those people myself. Oh, I can feel my mouth watering at the end of their lives and have to suffer with me for all eternity. Better yet, once I get the opportunity, He will not be safe either, I may be fighting a losing war, but no matter how it ends...

I still won all that He lost; He can't ever win.