“we live to meet with certainty at every crossroad. we are at odds with one another and although i am always right, you never seem to understand the futility of your mission”

“if my mission be futile, why prevent me from achieving it? why spend so much energy on preventing me a simple pleasure?”

“you refuse to understand the nature of our existence. we are here to obey, to seek that which we have been given as a goal. to fulfill our mission, and mine is to prevent your mission from succeeding, from ever lifting itself off the ground, from ever being.”

“your mission is my demise? is it envy then that drives you? is it the need for my demise that throws you into such pleasure? it seems my mission is not in vain, if i have dragged you into the pit of envy.”

“you are the demon, not me, i fulfill the mission given me from on high”

“are we so different then, angel? do we not seek to fulfill a mission given us by the same creator, by the same force of life that has us here?”

“and do not i do the same angel? do i not only follow orders, to bring into temptation, to drag into self hatred? is my mission then futile, even if given, as you say, from on high? do i not fulfill then just a crucial a part in your mission?”

“you are the lessor, demon. you are the tormentor, the deceiver, the one to be despised. i am here only to provide guidance towards truth, protection from your influence”

“so you are here, as me, to provide guidance, to provide counsel, to fulfill your mission. then why do you reproach me?”, asked the demon “when without me, you would be but a lonely emanation looking for a host so as not to be dismissed from existence, and instead you are given to grandiose missions involving my demise, and yet i am the evil one?”

“why must you torment me? angel, do i not give your mission meaning? your existence worth? am i not of the same substance as you? did we not have the same origins? or have you now forgotten we came from the same instant in creation, forever to be bound to one another?”

“can you not see, demon, in your blind rage, that you guide these souls to their damnation, that you have them grasping at reality as if it was forever?

“i do not such thing, angel. any more than you are able to drag them to salvation, any more than you can influence this reality. what good would salvation be in their eyes, if not to keep them from damnation? and yet no matter what we do, it is they who choose what their soul most desires, their precious soul which they so willfully offer in exchange for the pleasures of this reality.”

“i am the one who advises hate, i am the one who counsels death, and yet you are the one who offers no more than repulsion of me, or what they believe to be me, for you and i are of the same substance, of little meaning to anyone until the choice is made by those whose soul is choosing to act, by those whom we are bound to beseech, to influence, to tempt.”

“fear not, demon, for it is not i who despises you, but it is they who live to reproach the actions of those you influence. for you are correct, we are of the same substance, of the same origin, of the same nature, but of different mission”

“it is only because of them that we must diverge, for them to have this freedom to choose, we must offer them choice, counsel them to exercise this will they have been so empowered with, and which they seem to ignore so greatly”