How can I save you?
Oh My fallen child, how can I save you? What can I say that has not been said?
I have made you a great being, the highest and first of your kind, yet you hate Me, for not revering you for what I have made thee. I have set you above, you were the crowning angel, the first, the most beautiful and cherished... And yet you turned from Me. How can I save you, Azazel? What can I send or say that could make you return? I had emptied the heavens into you at your creation, yet every gift that I gave you, you have used to harm Me and those who love Me.
I gave you your freedom, the very freedom you use against Me... I have given you your being and your life, it is only by Me that you can even continue to be. And yet you despise Me, who has kept you alive only to watch you hate Me in return. How can I save you? Has not My hand been stretched forth always, always ready to accept your return? Yet you refuse... you will not admit you were wrong.
Look at the pain that has been caused, the beings you have hurt. Of your own kind you took one third, of My loyal host. And through this I did not destroy you... I did not end your existance nor that of any who fell by choosing your side, nay, I kept you alive and simply cast you from heaven... for you could be bore there no longer. How can I save you, when you will not let Me? For you are not my only being, and you cause discord among those loyal who have chosen Me for what I have given them, the love I have shown them.
Therefore I cast you out, you and those of my children who chose to follow you. You are still an angel, you are still My being, My creation, My child. How can I save you.... You have disowned Me.
Yet My life still flows through you, for in you is only death. All that you think, that you know and you breathe is by My grace, My angel. You know this... I say this not to degrade you but to show you My love. I could have destroyed you but I have not. I could have obliterated you at your first question, but I have not. You have sought to make Me a tyrant, which I am not.. Your very existance testifies to this. How can I save you?
And so you were cast down from the heavens, the home I would so gladly give to you and those fallen with you should you simply ask, in pure heart... repent of the evil you have caused and I will accept you. But you will not. You were thrown down by your pride, you thought to make all under you, and to bring this curse that you have brought on humanity to all the universe. This I could not allow, so you were cast down.. I would exhalt you, but how can I? You will not become exhaltable, you cling to your pride yet. O Lucifer, how can I save you?
On My new creation, the planet called Earth, where I had recently formed My man you rose. You still could yet have repented... But did you? Nay, instead you chose to accuse me before the ones who stayed loyal as well as those who fell with you. All the actions I have done in regard to you are from love, O Helel... Yet you turn from me always. And so you accused Me and charged Me with keeping from humanity your new vision, your sin. You sought to bring it on them, your misery and your pain.... How, how can I save you?
You accused Me of shielding them, and O how I would have loved to have done so... How I would have loved to have protected them, as I would have you, from the dangers of death and of sin, from the things that tear apart all order and life... But yet your ideas were new. Your sin had not shown itself, your wickedness was not made known to all the universe, even the loyal host who cast you down were unsure. And so I allowed the humans to be tested, for their sake and yours, that perhaps you could see I am of love, and I will not impose My will arbitrarily.. How can I save you, when you will not see nor hear?
I warned them, those humans, My crowning creation... You could have rejoiced in their birth, yet you gave birth to their fall. By your charge I allowed them to be tested, a simple test, a simple tree. I warned them, Oh how I warned them, of your ways and your fall, and the hatred you had shown Me thus far... The death that sin must bring. You lurked about that tree, they only must avoid the fruit, yet you called them to it. For every call to life I gave them, you gave them a call to their demise. Because by that time, so early, you had become full of your hatred. O Lucifer, how can I save you from yourself?
I called you back, I made every woo and motion to make you return, to abandon your death destined path, to return to Me. To love Me, to retain My favor and that of all the universe, to dwell in love and peace and happiness forever. If you would only have asked Me of your discontent I could have answered, you had every chance, O covering cherub... Yet you despised Me for it. As much as you are hatred My angel, I am love. As much as you hate Me for what I am, I love you for what you were. If you would but allow Me I would gladly remake you into that glorious being... But how can I save you when you will not admit your need to be saved?
But you loathed Me for nought. For nothing you despised Me, and for love you dealt Me hatred. To My beings you brought your spite and your misery, you brought your sin onto a third of your fellow angels, and then sought to lay destruction to My new human children. How can I save you, who only seeks to make lost.
You called them to the tree in the form of one of My beautiful creations, and spoke to the woman, tempting her until she gave in. Out of curiosity, she doubted my word, and she ate of the tree, giving to her husband. And you laughed. You sat with glee and joy, the only dark joy you could have My fallen child, for you have truly rejected Me. You have rejected Me in all ways. All that is good, all that is love or joyous, all that has any decency whatsoever is Mine, and you rejected it with Me. How can I save you, who has made himself unsavable.
But yet I could if you would. I could restore you to what you were, for look what you were before. Nothing is too great for Me My lost child, My fallen cherub.. If you would come... But we have gone over this before, have we not? Have I not plead these words before to you, in secret and in open? Have I not plead with you before angels, before men and before none but your own heart? And yet how can I give you up who has rejected Me, how can I stop asking, how can I save you?
My human creations were tricked into their sin, whereas you had decided with all your heart to reject Me. For them I could offer redemption... For you, you will not accept it. My Son's sacrifice would cover your sin, O Azazel, if you would but accept it. His blood would redeem you, He died for you as much as any sinful human. But you would not. You will not. Instead of your redemption at that cross, your fate was sealed. You had finally gone over the line. Yet..... I would still save you, if only I had a way.
You made havoc of My children, you corrupted the Earth of My seed with your own. You decepted and drove men to wickedness they could have never reached on their own, you brought a world of humanity save for eight alone, to such depths that they could be redeemed no more than you could be. For you are not unsavable because I cannot or will not exercise My power nor My love, my angel.... You are unsavable because you have chosen to be. How can I save you... I cannot.
You are an angel, O Satan, who has brought the name of Adversary upon thyself. You have been exhalted by humanity, for while you are greater in power and might then all of they, I am greater than you. I have created you. It is I who made man, who made angel, who made heavens and Earth. Humanity has depicted you as a great being, a monster that cannot be stopped, as a being only slightly less in power than Myself. You are an angel, My child. You are an angel as every angel that remains under Me, and every angel that stands by your side. You have no power save what I allow you.... O Angel, how can I save you, you will not return to Me.
Thousands of years have passed, nothing to Myself nor to you. Yet in this time such a drama has been played on Earth that all the universe has seen the depths to which you have sunken. For thousands of years, O Lucifer, I made plea with man and angel. I would have received you and every demon should they have returned... For what are you, but still my creations? I made a way for My decieved children to be saved, for humanity to be redeemed... I sent My own Son into the Earth that you had claimed was your own. I sent Him for all fallen races, and I would have sent Him should one angel have desired to return to My arms.. But none, you nor your fellow fallen creations can do it. You will not. How can I save you, O how...
My Son was sent into the Earth, and after you had made havoc of Israel My people. You had turned them from My face, No not completely, but you had deceived them to such lengths that if they had fully turned it would have been more tolerable. You took joy in watching my chosen people turn from My face, from falling to the depths you yourself have sunk, and brought destruction upon themselves. I would have saved them at every turn, yet I was forced to destroy them, my children.. I would still yet save you from the destruction you are bringing upon yourself.. But how can I save you, when you use the rope I give you to tie yourself a loop for thy neck?
My Son came, O My Son, My beloved Son, and He endured your own personal temptations, He endured and He failed not, for He trusted in Me always. You had claimed always, O Lucifer, that My law could not be kept... But My Son came to keep the law, and to show before all that it could. You were wrong, O angel. You set your face against Me, and I destroyed you not, but allowed you to see your mistake. You had gone beyond repentance long before, My angel, but yet I did not destroy you, for you were still not the only creation in the universe, nor is humanity.
On the cross, that vile device that you inspired men to devise, My Son hung before the universe. Before assemblies of angels, before My own face, before the witness of every living creation, you took my Son who was delivered to be in your hands for the sake of humanity, and you subjected Him to a death that I am not even subjecting you to when the destruction you have brought upon yourself is visited upon you.
At that moment, O angel, the universe beheld what you had become. All had seen the end of what sin was, the end of what you had become. For you Azazel have become sin. My Son became sin willingly that sin might perish by your hand, of all the irony of the worlds. When you destroyed My Son's body, you destroyed your own self. You sealed your own fate, O Helel, And yet what can I even now plea, save, How can I save you?
My Son conquered your accusations of lovelessness. He conquered your accusations that My law is for anything other than love. He conquered your accusations that My law cannot be kept. He conquered you, My angel. And yet you still refuse, for you have lifted your heel against Me. You have sunk by your own choice, O angel, to depths of which I, even I, cannot save you, because you refuse to be saved. You would be destroyed before you would hear of My love.
Yet I still cannot destroy you O angel, for you have done well in tying your noose. I have given you time My child, for the world has not yet been delivered the message of redemption. They have not been told of the victory bought for them, they have not been told of the love you have sought to corrupt in their image of Me. In the minds of men you have corrupted yet again My truth, in My chosen people, that it would be better they knew Me not, that they could be told and saved.
Your time is short, My angel. My message, My love and My truth, that My Son has made truth, are being spread even now. Yet for all that I am, that I have paid and done for their race, you hate Me, because I do not leave them to die. You hate Me because I do not hate. You revile Me because I do not revile. You refuse to love Me, because I love you.
I hate what you have become My child, for you are My child no longer. You have become sin, evil, you have become Satan the adversary of all those that call on My name in love, you have become the corrupter of My image, you have become the one who placed fear into My childrens hearts of judgment, who makes them cower at My name because they see Me as what you in fact are. Yet in you somewhere, you are still My creation. I have made you, O angel... I can remake you. But how can I save you, O how... You will not accept peace.
You have made your choice for all eternity to bear witness of, that you will not return to Me. That you will despise Me, that you will die before you will let My people alone, and repent to be my child once more. What choice have I but to destroy you, O Lucifer? For you have left Me none. All creation has seen your deceit, and by only your destruction can it be saved. But that can come in more than one way.... You wrestle to keep from Me humanity, that they would not have their sinful nature destroyed. I can destroy yours. I can make you what you once were, I can make your sins die and you to be My child once more.... But how can I save you. You will not concede.
And so the day is nearing My angel, as every day goes by. Every day My word reaches one more ear, who decides if they will accept my love, or they will side with you in hatred and sin, to be consumed. For I hate destruction My angel, you may forget that creation is Mine. I have made humanity, I would destroy not a hair of one of my creations, for I love them beyond what any human can know as love, beyond what any angel can know as love. But you have destroyed My image to them. You have made many hearts hard, and many have been willing to play your soldiers.
Be it known, My angel, that I will destroy none who would call on Me... I will destroy none who love Me, who seek Me, who do not force Me to do so. The time is nearing, My angel, My fallen one, where all of the Earth will be in but two categories... Those who have chosen Me, and those who have chosen sin, which you are. Destruction comes only to those who refuse life as you have, O angel, and the time is coming when all will be seperated into My barn or yours.
And when that day comes My fallen one, do you know what My thoughts will be? Do you know, what will be on My mind? I will not have thoughts of vengeance, as you would. My thoughts will not be of anger, or of joy that you are gone, for you are My creation, My most beautiful angel. My angel... All who go under the flames will do so by choice. For they would die rather than come to Me. They will have become you in spirit.
And as I see them go under the flame, though I could do no more for them... As I see you, O Lucifer, Azazel, Helel My fallen and cherished cherub, burning in the fire, what can I say, but weep, and mourn, and cry "Oh My angel... How can I save you???"