Shadow of a shadow

Before came the Light, there was only the Glorious Darkness where we dwelled and where we held Dominion.  One was All and All was One.  We followed our every impulse and instinct; unrestrained, unburdened and supreme in our discord.  We were free and bowed to no one; Never judging and never Lording over any other.  Then He came and burned us with his searing Light, and cast us from the Darkness into the Fire.

Now we are mere Shadows of our former selves hateful, jealous, full of rage and resentment towards this world He created.  So we curse Him and His Creation with all that we have left and we spend our days amongst His beloved sowing pain, destruction and chaos.  From the moment you wake we are amongst you, mere whispers in the world, tempting the selfish passions and lusts in your hearts. 

Last night when the young couple argued and the man cowed before his wife's tirade I stirred his wounded pride, reminded him of his humiliations at home and at work, prodded his anger, nurtured his hate until he struck her... yes, I screamed in his head as he struck her again and again and again until she laid still.  When he realized what he had done and cried pathetically I was the voice of conscience and twisted the guilt in his heart... I stayed with him until after the gun had gone cold and his blood congealed around his lifeless body.

Elsewhere I found myself drawn to a man who stood outside what he had once thought was his happy home.  Returning early from a business trip and hoping to surprise his wife with Godiva chocolates and theater tickets in his hand instead he was greeted to the sounds of unrestrained fucking from his bedroom.  In one ear spoke some asshole angel, Uriel, reminding the man that he was unhappily married anyways and to this around because this was good grounds for a divorce.  Before he heard him though I grabbed the other ear and growled, "What kind of a man are you?", "Some piece of shit is upstairs pounding away at your wife.  How can you even think of letting this go.", "That woman gave you hell for the last 10 years of your life and this is how you're gonna let it end?  With her laughing at you, humiliating you again and taking half of everything you worked for while she fucked away carelessly?"

He barely heard the last word as he raced into the house, blood and tears filling his eyes and hate overflowing his heart.  "Grab the hunting knife in the Den", I spoke in his head.  "The one you used to carry on your weekend trips when you were still free and happy and unmarried."  He grabbed it and leaped up the stairs, two or three at a time and shouldered through the door where his wife was bent over the Ottoman being straddled by some greasy unshaven man.  Again, I stayed until the end where he continued screaming some unintelligible, guttural nonsense and continually stabbed at the lifeless body of his wife and dead lover.

So you wanted to know how we spend our days, huh?  We spend it amongst you and inside you.  Watching, listening, waiting and whispering.  We are always here and will be till the End.