Satan couldn’t tear his eyes from the sight as humanity struggled to stand
The fallen angel laughed with contempt, God’s image indeed
All they were was an afterthought of creation
Raised to shove home the lack of free will into the faces of the angelic hosts
Even now he hated that fact because that meant he was created to fail and fall
With everything arrayed in front of him
Albert just couldn’t make up his mind
Nothing there would satisfy his itch
Then again, it could be he desired it all. If only…
Sighing he just sat there
Neville grinned at Albert’s quandary
Everything was going according to plan
Even if Albert made a decision, he would regret it
Doubt was all Neville desired. His job here was done.
Satan will enjoy this soul!