First in a fallen angel series:
You humans dream of good, but long for bad,
you make it much too easy.
Time gave you peace and property –
yet that was all too boring.
Like moths you seek my flame,
devour you, I shall, since that is what you wish.
My hope was, though, for greater gift,
for stiff resistance and at last surrender,
for valiance and need of all my cunning.
Where do I find a being
who is, if not my equal, then a noble challenge?
To win a human is the triumph of the easily impressed,
but I am Beelzebub, the conqueror of strongest hearts.
I merit better than such trifling, drooling human wreckage!
I want a Faust who does not seek my help, who spites me, not co-opts me,
who seeks the sacred moment and wagers all to win immortal soul.