Go to Hell; Be Satan

( one. )
the god's going to strike them down, but
if he misses the mark, the devil
will be there, waiting

( two. )
a cruel master and an even worse lover
you haven't known real pleasure in centuries
you have gone soft

( three. )
stitch your skin and keep the spine together
you've done harder things than staying
in your human disguise

( four. )
don't regret a damn thing. don't let
them see you flinch
you are more than your own judgment

( five. )
you can't tell right apart from wrong and
that's why everything's so fun
eternity on earth is only bearable that way

( six. )
unlike your feathery comrades, you love humans
because they are pure and stupid and
gullible and afraid and lovely lovely lovely

( seven. )
you love your fellow demons more
but you are greatest of them and it's unbecoming
to show feelings at all

(they will rip them out of you)

( eight. )
you can be the nasty red man with a tail
and you can be the sweetest little thing
you want to be you, but there is no you anymore

( nine. )
ground-bound you long for heaven
but you feet are too far in hell for you
to ever go back

( ten. )
when the world is quiet and empty
you listen to the remains of your heart and
regret every damn thing
♠ ♠ ♠
Something akin to a companion to my Archangel Michael, from a story I'll never edit/publish probably, on prompt of "regret nothing; then, regret everything".

This time: Lucifer.