[ WP ] Much more rare , potentially powerful and dangerous than selling your soul to the Devil is selling your soul to God

Back thousands of years ago, I was a man. A normal man among thousands of others trying for survival and an existence that was not complete suffering. I'm not proud enough to admit I've done horrible things. I've killed many people just to steal a few coins off their cooling bodies. 
 
 After I saved enough to buy and build a house, I prayed everyday that God would forgive me. I would work hard for the rest of my life and be good to everyone I met. After that I thought He answered my prayers. I was blessed with a wife and a child and a job that payed decently well. I could n't complain. Well it would seem as though God did not forget what I had done in my youth. Within the next year my wife was killed, my child died of illness, and my house burned down. I knew He had blessed me with a good life just to take it away. 
 
 Instead of praying to the lord, I used His name in vain. A serious crime at the time. Everyday for ten years, I would curse at Him in my mind, knowing He would here it. 
 
 But one night I had a dream. I saw His face. I can not describe it. It was beautiful and it filled me with love. It was unlike any face I had ever seen. It did n't even seem like a face for a few moments, more like a map of the sky and the the heavens above. He spoke in a lovely voice. How I wish I could hear it in all it's glory again. He asked if I knew why He did this to me. I told Him it was because of my past. He nodded. He asked me a question. A question that would doom my immortal soul forever. 
 
 Would you sell me your soul? 
 
 I thought it was a huge honor. Surely only very special people would get this offer from Him. As I would learn, I was the first. It was undoubtedly better than an eternity in hell, where I was surely going. This is my chance to live by his side and redeem myself. 
 
 Of course 
 
 I woke up that morning feeling like a man reborn. The rest of my life was amazing. I was wealthy, had another family, and was the happiest man in the world. I died precisely 40 years later. I lived my lavishly long life and now it was time to serve God in heaven. I became an archangel. Do not be fooled, for selling your soul to God is not without risk. If you were to disobey him, you would become a fallen angel, a being worse no worse than a demon. I was the first archangel to exist by the deal. The rest were created by Him. 
 
 After many years of serving Him, I grew jealous. I wanted His power. I started remembering how He easily destroyed my life and rebuilt it. I wanted that. I wanted to deal justice. Why do so many suffer under Him? I wanted to save every single person that deserved it. 
 
 I wanted so badly to have His power. I wanted for everyone to have a nice life, free from suffering. He forced me from heaven. I fell into hell and now am subject to rule it, forced to give punishment to those who deserve it. It would seem as if I got what I wished for. So if you you ever get an offer from God, be weary. Or you may end up like me. 
 
 The Ruler of Hell. 
 
 The Fallen One. 
 
 Lucifer.
