I am ashamed to say it, but I wished to be God from the moment I knew him. How could I not want to be? With all the power I had, it was never enough to bring my dreams into reality. The most I could do was torment others and curse myself. Weak imitation, even making a mockery of Lucifer and his intentions. I demanded such control over the spiritual nature of the world that I failed to live properly in the physical. And now here I sit, typing all this out in hopes that someone will ask to read it despite not even knowing it exits.