I’ll show him. He thinks this is going to break me or something? Like this is some unbearable punishment? I don’t even mind it here. I could stay here a while. In fact, I don’t think I’m ever even going to try to go back to Heaven, “The mind is its own place, and in itself/ Can make a Heav’n of Hell, a Hell of Heav’n.” (Milton 1.254-255) I like it here, so THERE God!
Honestly, I cannot believe God. Like, I realize that starting a civil war in Heaven was probably not like the best thing to do, but throwing us all down into Hell was COMPLETELY uncalled for. I mean come on. We’re on fire literally all the time, like excruciating pain 24/7/365. Uggghhhhh I am so mad at him! What an ass. It’s not even worth trying to patch things up with him. Whatever, I guess “To do aught good never will be our task,/ But ever to do ill our sole delight,/ As being contrary to his high will/ Whom we resist.” (Milton 1.159-162)
Ok, so one minute I’m in Heaven waging war against God with my unholy army of rebellious angels, and the next think I know he “Hurled [me] headlong flaming from th’ ethereal sky/ With hideous ruin and combustion down/ To bottomless perdition, there to dwell/ In adamantine chains and penal fire…” (Milton. 1.45- 48) Seriously? No talk, no reasoning? You’re just gonna throw me out like that? That was like hands down the biggest shock of my life.