The havoc arose,
In the end of the war.
A war not new,
But started with a few.
They tossed their divinity,
For the sake of humanity,
Atleast this was, what they thought,
But they never expected, the turnabout.
Eventually everything froze,
And waited for the Morning Star,
A star for the new start,
To rebuild what had fallen apart.
But wait, who was expected, an Angel,
The Devil himself, King of the Hell?
What would he do, isn't he already cast out,
From the Heaven, we know about?
No doubt, he could have just unleashed all the chaos,
We also had no option but to see how it goes,
But he proved to be more divine,
A creator of the after world in the new timeline.
Now that he is on the God's throne,
The human will worship what is known,
All the prayers will go solely to the Lucifer,
For them, he is now the supreme creator.
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