Learning to dance with Lucifer was first nature for me. Hell's music is full of violins and long falls. Beautiful, in a way that few understand or appreciate fully. I used to dream of halos, God, and angel grace, even as the shadows and the damned swirled around me like a whirlpool. Darkness and the Devil are both so, so patient and both had laid claim to my soul when the first star started singing, the birth of all light. But all light has really done for me is expose my secrets, wake me too harshly from dreams I wanted to last forever. So, though I love one of the sons of light well, I have signed on with the shadows that prowl this world. I am theirs and they are mine.
For the first eleven years of having a mortal body, with clever fingers and limited sight, my lord Lucifer let my know the warmth of sunlight, the caress of birdsong, the ambrosia of apples warmed by summer. In the beginning of my twelfth, I proved an apt student and learned swiftly of the silence between stars, the depths of ocean trenches, the beauty of not being able to see or hear. He claimed me swiftly as his kin, his list little sister finally returned, and brooked dissent from no one. He taught me to fashion men's broken hearts into a crown and wear my scars like wings.
The Devil brought me to his palace and was surprised when I navigated the halls as well as he. I told him I could not get lost in a Hell I knew as well as myself. I needed not a map of the night I cared for as my own. I was, am, always will be a demon, one of Michael's lost siblings, Gad's missing prodigal daughter. I have Fallen.
I met a son of God one eternity while I was wandering Earth's cities. He had a foul mouth and eyes like the Heaven I sometimes missed. Together, we crackle like manna and hellfire. Forget the stories your mother tells you. He is not the gentle Cupid your sister's valentines portrayed. He is a soldier, with steel on his jaw and iron clothing his bones. He is a warrior of Heaven. Which suits me well. I have never been gentle.
