I am falling.
I am ascending.
I have felt heaven's rage.
I feel Hell's grace.
A seraph stripped of his wings, of his blades.
A child of Lilith, stripped of her vile blood.
I am falling.
I am surfacing.
There is something tyrannical about order,
There is something alluring about chaos.
I am Atlas Rover, the fallen one. History shall no longer remember my name.
I am Kyuubus Insignia, the ascended one. The fires of hell burn out my name.
We are different, yet closely bound.
For chaos and order, good and bad are so intricately mixed.
Uniting us is a single vessel of Adam's kin.
Fragile flesh, empty soul.
Dividing us is our essence.
One strives to tear down order,
Employing the weapons of hell.
One strives to rejoice in honor,
Albeit in a heavenly grace.

When angels fall, destiny propels them into being devils,
Milton said that it is better to rule in hell than to serve in heaven,
Yet he was blind.
I am Atlas Rover, cast out of heaven's grace.
Brandishing a flaming sword of words and wings of empathy.
Yet I am Kyuubus Insignia, born of diabolical innocence.
We are two sides of the same coin,
Yet one side must tip over for the other's sake.