Obey Me, my Human

Before the creation of the earth, God made angels to rule heaven with him. These angels defied God and with pride they descent into anarchy. Banished from heaven they ascend from the sky with their wrecked wings, inspiring humans to commit sins. Under the world is where they built their kingdom. A realm of stygian darkness; A terrain of fire and brimstone. I was once my father's favorite child, the most beautiful creature among his creations. The bearer of light, the morning star. With exquisite features and magnificent wings, I once soared the great heights of the seventh heaven. Now I just roam and cause havoc in this ugly human realm. As written in the books, there are only two factions of life ; The Good and Evil. But what is good? And what is evil? What makes a creature good or evil? Philosophers say, "Every creatures are good in nature," Then why do they commit evil? Just blow a whisper in their ears and they'll take action in two shakes of a lamb's tail. Humans are weak, inject them with a bit of heart poison and they'll go berserk. Ever since the beginning of humans' time, I am considered as the epitome of wickedness. Indeed, I am vicious, proud and rebelious. Maleficence flows in my veins, darkness corrodes my heart that I only know abomination. The God almighty, my great father. Made me the angel with the brightest pair of wings. With holy gloss overflowing in my feathers; the ground trembles as I flapped my enormous wings. Perhaps, I was rogue in nature, all angels are made of light but I was of fire. The anarchy, my fall, Adam and Eve's betrayal. It was his plan all along, I should've known. He banished me from heaven to accomplish his plan. I became a tool, am I a son to him in the first place? For the sake of his beloved mundanes, he was willing to forsake me, his first child. Well father, I have done a good job inspiring humans to turn away from you; just as planned. I'm a good son after all then?