[ WP ] Since childhood you 've been told that only death awaits you outside the wall . For years you have been curious . Today is your chance .

At the age of my becoming, I was ready. All my life, since I was a young one, I had been told that death awaits me on the other side of the wall. 
 
 I knew if I stayed here, I would be continually showered with blessings. Father would have watched over me and provided more than I could ever want. Yes, it would be a life of service, but it would have been a life of glory and some great degree of comfort. It would not, however, be a life of freedom. 
 
 Brother left once ( right through the gates! ), and we were told he died. He did come back to us somehow, but the scars were obvious to all of us. Father gave him a place of honor since the return and promised to avenge this insult. This was n't like the first of us to leave, who never saw again. ( He was the reason for the ban ) 
 
 I was still curious. I *must* know what lies beyond. Our realm was beautiful, with streets and streams and fields and countless other things of pure beauty. Who would not choose to stay here? Me for one. I wanted more than this place could give. 
 
 I waited patiently for the right time. I knew the gates were being watched as was the bridge beyond. I figured if I went over the wall behind the orchard, I could slip away unnoticed. I waited and when the others were gathered for the rituals, I slipped into the orchard. As I worked my way back, I become more wary. What was I doing? Why would I take such risk? Will Father be angered with me and forsake me? 
 
 I thought myself: *I do n't care, this is MY choice, and I choose to confront'death' beyond these walls* 
 
 And there it was: the wall. It was smooth, almost impassible. How would I get over it? There were trees everywhere so I began looking for just the right one. Only after several hours that seemed like days did I find one that would work. The ripened fruit had caused it to lean, just enough, toward the wall. 
 
 I climbed up and toward the wall ( and freedom ). I decided I would take some of the fruit with me. I gathered as many as I could reasonably grab on the way up, and tucked them into my tunic. I was now farther out, and managed look out from behind the trees. 
 
 There it was, the top edge of the wall! 
 
 I bent my legs and braced myself, pushing off with all my strength. With a mighty effort, I jumped, spread myself out and flew towards it. 
 
 As I hit the wall, most the fruit fell from my tunic, but I managed to scrabble to the top of wall nonetheless. I looked beyond: most everything was shrouded by mist. 
 
 Absentmindedly, I reached into my tunic, grabbed out the only remaining fruit, and took a bite. Suddenly, inexplicably, I became lightheaded. My body was heavy, heavier than it had ever felt. Before I passed out, I started wheeling over the wall. 
 
 Down through the mist. 
 
 Down and down further for what seemed like an eternity. 
 
 Down into an abyss. 
 
 With a terrible impact, I hit the ground and came to. There was darkness....and a smell. A smell like I had never experienced before. Rottenness and fire and decay all at once. 
 
 I shook myself to my feet, the hair and clothing burned from my body, the feathers from my wings. I was nothing but leather and skin now. 
 
 `` Hello my brother! Welcome to the depths of Sheol!'' 
 
 I knew the voice at once: it was Lucifer. When he left us, over the wall, that was when the ban started. 
 
 `` Lucifer, we were told death had taken you!'' 
 
 `` Indeed it has brother Astarot. It has taken me, and I have become death.'' 
 

