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When he first fell from paradise, he was barely stitched together by the dwindling threads of his pride and will. Anger still simmered just below the surface, boiling up between the cracks and threatened to consume everything as he descended rapidly to the world below, a world that was crafted just to hold him, yet wrapped in a shroud of irony as it was another paradise. A paradise on the outside but anything but on the inside, crafted to hold him for eternity.

Zale spent years, decades recovering from the devastating wounds that had been inflicted upon his person and as each wound healed, gradually restoring his flesh to the once flawless span that it was, his hatred ate away at him until it was all that he knew. When his strength returned to him, his rage was spent pounding and clawing away at the harsh rocky prison that held him, searching for an exit from his cage. In time, his powers returned and he then used it to look to the world above that held him so securely, and spied creatures that looked very much like himself and the other gods in the utopia far above.

It was then that he longed for revenge the most yet he had not the strength to stand against the force of heaven. So he sought after the creatures that lived above him for he felt a crippling jealousy and envy of the two beautiful people that lived in the world that encased him. He spent hours, days working to acquire their names and he cackled, the most evil sound the world had ever heard. Adam and Eve could not escape his gaze once he had set eyes on them.

Zale, sought the woman first and appeared before her after he had amassed the strength to tear free. He garbed himself in a stunningly beautiful form to mask the nature of his intentions. Eve was bedazzled as he appeared before her in a grand display with a single fruit in his hand. Zale spoke honeyed words, words that he knew the only daughter of the heavens would fall prey to. When he felt he had sufficiently woven her deep into his spell that he cut the pomegranate in half and extended it to her.

It took but one seed of the corrupted fruit to spoil the purity that was Eve.

Once she took one seed she ravenously devoured the half of the fruit, as if her body had never known sustenance of any kind. And she then joined him in his damnation, her fair golden hair bled black and her innocent blue eyes now shone with a violet malevolence that Eve had never known before Zale had beguiled her to eat of his corrupted fruit. Awestruck by her dark master, she took his hand without thought of where he was taking her or if she would ever come back. Darkness had over taken her and she would forever be loyal to her maker. Zale had now created the first demon.

Made confident in his victory, Zale sought out Adam, aiming to do the same to him. He was firmly denied, the first man possessing far less naiveté than Eve and sent the fallen god away. But Zale was stubborn and did not accept the defeat and lay dormant for a day, plotting his next move. He thought deep about what Adam’s weakness could possibly be. He was blessed with strength and brilliance both. But then it struck him that the only son of the gods was weak to one thing. The lovely Eve that once lived alongside him. Zale bade his first demon to seduce and draw away the man who refused to join him and, eager to serve her dark master, she obeyed.

The newly corrupted Eve approached her once companion and spoke silken words that struck him to his core. Within the hour her cunning had convinced Adam to eat of the fruit. When he had partaken of the fruit his own blonde hair bled black like his female companion and his honey eyes darkened to a soulless depth that matched that of his hair. Zale had corrupted the first humans and formed his most trusted generals.