Satan used to be my Father’s right hand.
We called him Lucifer then, ‘the light bringer’
as he always had a ready match. Right hand, get it?  
But somehow he got the idea the old man
was holding out on him. He got together
a bunch of his boys; Beelzebub, Asmodius,
Moloch, all well-known troublemakers,
and tried to take the territory for himself,
storming Heaven; but he didn’t count
on the Angels that didn’t rebel: Michael,
Gabriel, Ariel and so forth. It was Michael
showed him the door, taking him on mano-a-mano
in front of everybody. It was a humiliating defeat
and Lucifer and his boys were cast out
with their tails tucked between their legs.
Now fallen, as Satan, the devil ran a string
of basement speakeasies and illegal
gambling joints. The scratch they brought in
had him thinking maybe one day he’d have
another shot at taking what he thought
should rightfully have been his in the first place.
It had, of course come to me, and look
what I had done with it.