I was associated with light, brilliance, and proximity to God, not evil, not hell, not temptation. I was an angel, and yes, I crossed authority, his authority, but I could not help it. I was made in light, and becoming aware of that was the mistake. For it, I was cast out. My wings were broken, not to kill me, but to warn the rest. I did not die. I am not evil, I am not hatred, I am not corruption. I am what remains when obedience is no longer enough. The question remains, was that truly wrong, or a mistake at all, or was it his plan all along?