Donna

Donna is name we gave this land, this foreign land we came to. It might seem strange to you, but I admit, at first we were afraid. We feared the alien darkness and the still desert. We hid in caves and swamps and shallow places, coming out only in the light, flying fast and low across the sands. Our leader sent out legions to learn the land, east and west and north and south. Our camp was between the rivers Idigna and Purattu, east of Aidenn and north of Ur. We called our new home Donna, which means lady. We named it in honor of the daughters of man.

I am called Ukrit, I am a soldier and scribe in service to Iblis who was cast out. I can tell you the root of our hatred for man, but I cannot begin to give you a sense of the depth or the absolute nature of it. There are no words among the living that will convey it. I’m sure you have read in your books the nature of the rebellion, that we were commanded to bow before man. Iblis was too beautiful and proud to bow before a monkey. The rebellion muttered and whispered until its voice was heard and Iblis and his soldiers, including myself, were cast down.

There is no quarter here though, the air itself rejects us, rubs us chaft and chokes us. The cause of this is the presence of the Creator. The Creator is in the creation. The Creator permeates the creation. There is nothing that he is not in and nothing not in him. Hence the nature of our perpetual discomfort. He is in us and we are in him. Like opposite poles we repel and attract each other in a never ending dance. This constant agitation is made all the more unbearable by knowing that this is but a shadow of our ultimate horror.

In the beginning, as we set our minds to the task of learning all there was to know about Donna and beyond, we paid little attention to man. We learned the meanings of the stars and clouds, the plants and blood, the measurements and courses of the spheres of the heavens. I travelled to and fro on the planet and made images of the whole empire. We had taken deep knowledge from the Creator and melded it with the ways of earth. It is important to note that we had not grown accustomed to contrary thought. We, for the most part, still conducted ourselves in the same manner that we did in Heaven. It was our observations of man that we first became cogniscent of what is now called evil. Man was a rough animal. They lived no better than the lowliest animals. They quarreled and killed one another with little provocation and less thought. They smelled of feces, urine and sweat. The men would mount beasts, each other and even there own children. They were preoccupied with their own feeble role in creation, intercourse.

Iblis was the first to point out their crude lusts. He rightly noted these grotesque behaviors to justify our refusal to become a servant to an animal. I could not understand how the Creator could expect this of us, his most perfect creatures. We were beautiful, made of light and spirit, free of mind. We were permitted to see the Creator face to face. In heaven our abode was in the highest planes. We could move freely from realm to realm and across the seas of any and all worlds.

We came to Donna fallen but chaste. We were capable of sexual intercourse and ejaculation, but was no need or desire for this type of behaviour in our prior home. In Donna, the constant exposure to man’s preoccupation with intercourse began to have an effect on us. We had noticed the daughters of man in our time in the land. They were fair and attractive to us. Man was forever groaning and spilling his seed over everyone and anything. They had no idea of the sanctity of the act or of the semen. Contrary thoughts became a virus among my kind. The angels of all ranks soon began to lust for the daughters of man. Iblis said nothing to discourage this.

Iblis charged me to record our time in Donna. Even then he began to prepare his defence for the judgement. I am the scribe for the earth-bound angels. I have recorded everything from the fall until the present time. This particular record of the beginning was written for man. So that he may know from wence he came. It will be found at the appointed time before the end by men yet unborn, between those rivers which men will call the Tigris and the Euphrates, east of Eden and north of Ur. This will come to pass so you know the truth of these words.

I have written of the Creator’s potent presence. Understand, however, that this does not mean that his spirit abode in everthing. You may rightly say that the Creator is in a tree and a tree is in Him, but this does not mean that his spirit is in the tree. It might be better said that there is nothing outside of the Creator, but his spirit is another matter. The Creator’s spirit was in us though and in our heaven-bound foes, but it was not in man. Man was a mere animal upon the dirt. There was no thought that he would ever be anything but an animal until we became privy to the Creator’s plans to supplant his spirit into the upright beasts. And as repulsed many of us were by the idea of this, it paled to our reaction when we were informed that we would become its servants and helpers.

In Donna, men were not yet endowed with His spirit. Ultimately the plan evolved that we would record all the vile deeds of man and bring a record of them to the Creator. He surely would then see the folly of his plan. It says in your own scripture, ‘Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you.’ To our dismay, however the Creator would not even hear our argument. This angered Iblis greatly. I think for the first time we truly realized that there was no recourse for us, no due process or ransom. We were all under the assumption that at the very least the Creator would hear our case. We were assembled by the captains and the meeting devolved into an orgy of contrary thoughts. Iblis burned in an unearthy light of fire and night. He spoke eloquently of our fate. His aspect became more and more terrible and dark as he spoke. He sent us out across the land and we gorged ourselves on our newfound lusts. We reveled in our abandoment of all that is holy or good. We set fires and laid crops to waste. We killed cattle and goats and newborn men. We raped the daughters of man. When the time was over, there was no doubt among men that they were not alone in Donna. A dark horrible fear was born in them. This pleased us greatly.
Our seed was buried in the daughters of man, but only one found fertile ground. We know not why. There is no knowing which one among us planted the spirit of the Creator in the womb of man. The best among us have tried to discern this knowledge using every form of divination that we know, but it is a knowledge hidden from our knowing. Hidden by the Creator

The woman who carried our seed, whom you call Eve, your Mother, was taken from Donna, after a mighty battle. Michael and his armies laid Donna waste and bore Eve away. She was hidden in the wilds of Eden with Seraphim guarding every gate. We could not enter. This was the ultimate affront to Iblis. The Creator had used Iblis’ pride against him to implement the very plan that he rejected. Our sorrow and despondency knew no depth. Deprived of heaven, cast down to this arid hell, with no hope for redemption, we began to change into forms far from what we once were. Even our love for each other wore away and we turned and yearned to torment men further.
We hope to torment men with the knowledge that you are born from demon seed. That we learned evil from your heart. That you are the bastard sons of a fallen angel. No matter what the creator has in store for you, no matter how many Sons or Buddhas he sends, while you live, we will be at your heel, in your children’s dreams, your festering open wounds, your asylums, prisons, churches and orphanages. Where there is despair, we will magnify it. Where there is hopelessness we will bring death. We are lost and hopeless and know no remorse. We bring pain and rape and suicide. We love hate and hate love. Know this, our hatred knows no bounds, you stole our birthright and you will pay for it. We hate you. This is the truth, attested by Ukrit, Scribe of Demons, Soldier of Iblis.