Everybody has dreams, or more accurately, fancies, like even dreaming or, worse, believing that we are God. Religiously speaking, that is prohibited because it is sinful even to consider it; nonetheless, everyone is free to follow their own religion. We all have the right to our own thoughts and behaviors, whether they are good or harmful, yet there are always consequences for our decisions and acts.

Everyone who is alive will ultimately die, and according to most religions, this isn't the end of life as we know it. There’s the concept of the afterlife, or life that continues after we die. And there are only ever two possible places for you to go in the afterlife: paradise or a scorching hot, miserable realm. Of course, we will all select paradise because it is thought that there, everyone is content and the alternative is a place of perpetual punishment.

And then there are the atheists, or those who do not identify with a particular religion or belief system. They tend to be those who believe that religions are nothing more than myths and legends that science cannot support because there is little or no evidence for them.

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However, in my situation, I no longer have any doubts about such a thinking.

The embodiment of evil, the Devil, is who I have become. a representation of wickedness. Often referred to as the charming figure that deceives others into committing sins. A serpent, a monster and a man.

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I'm a young man of 18, and I was going to start college the following month when I suddenly passed out. Then I woke up in the pitch-blackness, which made it appear as though I was asleep but was actually not.

Surprisingly, I wasn't shocked. Then came a fading murmur that was low but resonant: “For you have turned into the Devil; your only task is to corrupt humanity.”

For some reason, even though I find it difficult to understand, it suddenly made sense to me.

The Devil is who I am. I am the Devil.