This story is of the fallen angel, whose name if mentioned may spark contention and unwanted quarrel in man. Far before the creation of Heaven's direct opposition, Evil did not exist. Thus, Good did not exist. Life was but a colorless sphere, for there was no life. Though the Angels were, they were not. Wings they had, but flight unusable. Tools they had, but purpose unseeable. The Universe was young, Eden's tenants were not yet concieved. The Universe lacked. One was aware of this, and he began to question. His master's Creation needed purpose, needed being, needed life. Doubted upon by his comrades, he saw a seed of the life he sought after