I had not fully realized the extent of the devastation, but now I could see how terrible it really was. It had been so beautiful and full of light and color before we arrived. But now, it was a catastrophe: dark, void, and empty, covered by Lucifer's flood; and nothing at all like it was when God made it. I wondered if He had the heart to look at what it had become.The battered Earth was exhibit A in proving that Satan's rule did not include creating or preserving anything. The delicate blue planet in space was now nothing more than a swamp. Really, that is what it looked like. The whole place was little more than a cesspool where nothing but the formless spirits tried to hide. The dark waters churned savagely with the flailing about of the frantic phantoms fighting desperately to escape their watery prison. The dank and the dark covered the face of Earth. Nothing was left.That is why I couldn't figure out Satan's continued obsession with it. Not a day passed when he didn't grill me about what was happening on Earth."Nothing is happening," I said.
