Even Satan Was An Angel.
"Son of man, take up a lamentation upon the king of Tyrus, and say unto him, Thus saith the Lord God; Thou sealest up the sum, full of wisdom, and perfect in beauty. Thou hast been in Eden the garden of God; every precious stone was thy covering, the sardius, topaz, and the diamond, the beryl, the onyx, and the jasper, the sapphire, the emerald, and the carbuncle, and gold: the workmanship of thy tabrets and of thy pipes was prepared in thee in the day that thou wast created. Thou art the anointed cherub that covereth; and I have set thee so: thou wast upon the holy mountain of God; thou hast walked up and down in the midst of the stones of fire. Thou wast perfect in thy ways from the day that thou wast created, till iniquity was found in thee." - Ezekiel: 12-15. (KJV)
Satan was an angel, embellished in wings of sacred gold and unequivocally precious gems, their brilliance a star-studded night sky, consecrated with a voice so mellifluous, it could sway even the most steadfast angels. He was the mold of perfection, designed to harbor wisdom and that which is beautiful. Even he succumbed to avarice. Even he bit into the forebidden apple.
When the temptation to crave more, to bite the hand that feeds you, becomes an insistent whisper, it takes on the irresistible allure of honey. One lick, and in that honeyed moment, it seals your fate, becoming your ultimate downfall.