Not made in Heaven

"She's a saint," my minion conceded, defeated by a mere mortal, "Incorruptible."

I'd have cried, "God, give me strength!" but He already had, before I turned against Him.

I had to see, wished I hadn't. Judith was perfect, in looks and mind, unshakeably honest, loyal, honourable. I was lost. Smitten, I was: Love at First Sight. Me, the Devil Incarnate. Impossible, but true.

I could've persuaded Judith's boyfriend to corrupt her, but I wouldn't.

God plans everything, even the Tempter tempted.

And I thought He'd no sense of humour.

Come the Day of Judgement, there was hope for us all.