...rebel souls, deserters we are called...chose a gun, and threw away the sword.
Hey, we didn't desert. We were thrown out. We fucked up, bet on the wrong horse, and the Mightiest Commander in all the Universes, made a command decision.
And just like that, our eternal ruination was assured. For all eternities. And He chose you. You blobs of shit. Creatures not worthy to fit under His fingernails. Detritus, flotsam and jetsam, yet given worth by His Plan, and the sacrifice, by Him, of His very own Son.
And we, we Fallen, we are coming for you. We will take as many of you bastards down with us as we can, until that final day. We will lie, cheat, and steal your immortal soul at every opportunity. You sleep, we don't.
When you thought that was me under your bed, when you were a child, it was.
His beloved, His angels, played with your little fat fingers, as you cooed there in your crib. I entered your dreams, and brought terror, and despair. And a Legion of my friends to help. Because...
We are Legion.