Upon the golden wheat field, Samael chose a comfortable position and sat down on the ground. As he admired the conflicted, solemn expression on Joan of Arc's face, he began to recount the tale leisurely.
"This was a story from before Heaven and Hell were born. The world was empty and chaotic, darkness lay over the face of the abyss, and His spirit emerged from existence. Then He created me, His first creation.
"At that time, the divine realm was a land of deathly silence. There were no angels, nor were there demons. As the first creation, I could observe, touch, think, and speak. Perhaps that was why I was created... so I could keep Him company and talk to Him...
"He told me of His plan. He wished to create a perfect Eternal Kingdom: beautiful angels serving the light, singing hymns day and night. Beneath that plane would lie a universe filled with celestial bodies, enclosed within the Ten Heavens. They would be interconnected and interdependent, as orderly as tightly meshing gears within a clock."
As the man painted the scene vividly, Joan of Arc gradually relaxed her guard. Through language as poetic as song, she seemed to glimpse the loneliness and grandeur of creation in the beginning.
"Life upon the planets would be the same. Animals and plants, predators and herbivores—the ecosystem would be incomparably complex, yet extraordinarily simple. It could sustain itself and never collapse. The world would endure forever. Listening to His description, I imagined the faint stars at dawn, silver snowfields beneath the moonlight, whales singing in boundless seas, tigers prowling through dense forests. I once thought all of it had meaning, that He would use His power to create unimaginable works. But I was wrong..."
At this point, Samael sighed and fell silent for