The roar of Satan's laughter filled the world.
This pointless death, no sacrifice, just satisfying a passing whim... filled my past.
It didn't matter. It disappeared into my past, into the black emptiness behind me. The past - a place that is no more, that may never have been.
In some way, I had become the executioner and the executed.
Within me, Satan laughed and God understood because I understood. Only now mattered. Only knowing now what must be done mattered.
I was the temple of God. The temple of Satan.
And I knew what I had to do.