You May Call Me Satan :: A Letter to My Detractors


So…I have decided you may call me Satan. After some consideration on my part, a change may be in order. I’ve actually found it’s not the worst thing anyone could call me. Albeit, not too original. Myself, I feel it’s far too mundane. Personally, I favor Moloch. There’s such a dark, sinister, and dirty feel to the word. I can just smell the sin surrounding it. A much better description for the fiendish, plotting temptress that I am.

Now, I have to say being compared to the author of original sin (or, if you must say it "evil") does boost one’s ego immensely. If I feel a bout of low self-esteem coming on, I can now imagine myself as royalty. The Prince of Darkness, Prince of this World, and Prince of the Power of the Air just to name a few.

We, the evil genius, are pleased to be given such power by your words. The thought that I am now perceived as the root of all evil makes me feel smugly important. And reinforces my childhood belief that I am the center of all things.

But pray do not stop there. Might I suggest throwing in an "Adversary" here and a "Lucifer" there. Lucy for short if you need a change. I don’t mind at all. And oh, I rather like Angel of the Bottomless Pit. That one sure is a keeper. Although, it is rather long and tedious for you folk to wrap your tongue around. It’ll give you a little taste of what hell is all about.

No, really just do me a favor and bookmark my page in the thesaurus. Go ahead, pepper your language with a few new expletives everyday. It’ll do wonders for your vocabulary.

But if you do give the matter a small amount of thought (That’s called contemplation), you might come to what’s termed a conclusion.

I did.

Satan is a fallen angel.

Evil is the opposite of the perception of good.

Good is the opposite of the perception of evil.

If I be Satan? Who be you?

Good?… Angel?… God?…

And how long will your fall take?

But then again, we never stop falling do we?