How I Fell

How I Fell - A Rewrite Nobody Asked For

He sat at Heaven's edge, looking down on the world below. He knew what was to come, knew his Holy Father would have him cast from his home. For a few minutes he sat still and watched. He watched man kill, watched man rape, watched man steal, watched man sin. The feeling of hatred only grew stronger as these creatures, these impure vessels made for love but only showing signs of sin, carried on with their small and unimportant lives. They would live and die in the blink of an eye. How could someone as great and as all powerful as God create such terrible things?
"Lucifer." The deep voice rang out from behind him, once a sound of welcome joy, now one of fear and disgust.
"Hello Michael. So you shall be the one to do it? To cast your own brother out of his home, betray him for these...things."
"You misunderstand." Michael's voice was clear and full of purpose. Lucifer used to love to hear him talk, hear him sing, it filled him with pride to call him his brother. Now the feeling was replaced with anger and sorrow.
"We never betrayed you, Lucifer. You were the one to betray us. You look at our Father's most beloved creations with violence in your eyes. Please brother, bow down and show them the love you show us."
Lucifer scoffed, flicked a wing, and looked back down at the world below. "Never," was all he said.
"Please, don't make me do this to you." Now wasn't that odd? Michael's voice started to change, it transformed from the calm and soothing rhythm it always was to a higher pitched and scratched thing. Michael, for once in all his existence, was scared.
Lucifer rubbed a hand down his face, frustration taking over. "Michael look at them! Do you see them clearly as I do? They are hurting one another!"
Michael's eyes turned sad, a soft sigh escaping into the air. "We hurt each other. Lucifer, what you are doing right now, it is hurting us all. We are not a pure race, not a creation without flaws. Our graces bare scratches and nicks, but God's light makes us whole, makes us pure. Together, you and I, we can show the humans the right way. Show them how to be pure as we are." He extends a hand, palm up, eyes pleading. "Don't make me have to cause you harm brother, that's something I never wish to do."
With a sneer on his lips, Lucifer opens his mouth to deliver a retort when a sharp pain runs down his spine, branching out and skating throughout his wings.
"Lucifer!" Michael screams his name in concern as Lucifer falls to the ground gasping in pain and fighting back tears. Michael kneels down to reach out for his brother but quickly rejected. "Don't touch me! I am fine. Father decided to punish me, didn't you know? My wings Michael, they are breaking off piece by piece, bone by bone, feather by bloody feather!" He hissed in pain as his yell sent another bout of pain through his wings, then trailed a weak hand over the blood soaked tips. Most all the feathers were gone.
"Do you see the pain he is causing me? Our Father who I have showed complete devotion to, gave my unconditional love to, is making you kill me. Join me Michael, together we will be stronger and stand tall. We can fix what is wrong with the world starting with getting rid of our Fathers abominations."
Michael's eyes grew blank, all emotion suddenly leaving his face, an almost robotic stare left in the place of a once caring expression. "I can't. I won't. I will not betray our Father as you have." A deep inhale. "You must be punished, leave Heaven now. Leave now so I do not have to cause you more pain."
Lucifer ground his teeth together, a growl leaving his throat. "I will not leave my home!"
Michael only nodded once, his angel blade sliding into his hand from the sleeve of his robe. The blade held a deadly but beautiful silver glow.
Lucifer's eyes widened in horror, this couldn't truly be happening. "Michael stop, think about what you are doing!" It was too late, Michael presses his foot into Lucifer's side, pushing him over onto the ground. He wanted to fight back, to try and save himself, but the pain in his wings was blinding.
"Please," Lucifer began to plead, tears welling in his eyes and spilling over down his cheeks. Michael remained emotionless. He bent down and grabbed at what was left of Lucifer's right wing and began to saw.
Lucifer screamed, a white light spilling from his mouth, grace oozing from the break of his wing, eyes letting out a fierce glow. His eyes felt as if they were burning, melting in his skull and leaking back into his head and down his face. Lucifer wanted to ask what was happening, why Michael was doing this to him, but nothing came out. Even his scream was silenced now, mouth open but no sound escaping.
Michael stood slowly, hand white knuckled, grasping at a pair of bloodily misshapen wings. He threw them to the size, and with a snap of his fingers they began to burn. Lucifer let out another scream, his back burning as hot as his now severed wings. He gasped for breath, but no amount of air felt like enough and his tears wouldn't stop flowing.
Michael groped for Lucifer's shoulder, trying to make the broken angel stand, but he immediately fell to the ground once again. A pool of blood and grace surrounded him.
"Micheal," he chocked out, throat feeling as if it had been scraped clean of its flesh. "Stop this, please brother. You are becoming as flawed as them."
Emotion sprang back onto Michael's face, a twisted perverted form of an unnamed emotion, perhaps once named pity. He let out a hollow laugh, his fake smile not reaching his eyes. His hand shot out and grabbed Lucifer by the hair, hauling him to his feet. He brought his face close, mouth resting next to his ear.
"I am not flawed," he whispered. "I follow God's will."
With those final words Lucifer was tossed from Heaven's edge. Hands reached out, reaching for anything to save him from the fall, but there was nothing but air. He began a free fall, never once looking down, for now Lucifer looked up. He'd always be looking up.
He cut in and out of consciousness, a white light covering his body. He fell to the ground like a star flicked from the night sky.
Lucifer never hit the Earth, the ground opening up and swallowing his falling form whole. Then and only then did Lucifer pass out.
He awoke in a cage, the air around him so cold it burned.
"No," he cried out. He screamed it multiple times, as loud as his lungs would allow. He gripped the bars of the cage and tried to shake but no strength was left in his body. With heavy breathing he collapsed on the ground, eyes drooping and vision blurred.
Suddenly a pain bursted from his back as bone started to push its way through the holes where his wings used to sit. He was too tired to scream, the only indication that he was in pain were the fresh tears escaping from his eyes.
Skin started to form around the bone, feathers pushing their way through the flesh. Soon, a set of charred wings sat at home on his back.
With the last of his strength, he spread his new wings wide, a small laugh pushing its way out of his mouth. He had wings again. Carefully, as if afraid they might shatter, he curled his wings around his body, chasing away the cold that burned at his limbs.
"This is impossible," he said aloud to himself. A ghost of a smile graced his lips as the sparks of happiness pooled in his chest. However, like a cord suddenly snapping, the feeling was gone.
A cold and hard lump formed where his grace sat. Michael had cut off his wings and locked him away, most likely in hopes that if he didn't die then he'd spend the rest of eternity in immense pain.
Fury rose within Lucifer's entire being, and a deranged laugh forced itself from his mouth. He cackled until he was sure he throat would start to bleed then cackled some more.
"You think it'll be that easy," he screams out into the open air. He takes in large gulps of air. "Just wait until I get out of this cage Michael. I'll raise an army! I'll make my own creation designed to destroy the creation of our Father! They will be the perfect being!"
Lucifer let out another crazed laugh, the sound echoing throughout the empty expanse of what would one day become Hell.
A women hid in the darkness, her dirty white dress too big for her skinny, almost skeletal, body. So tired of being alone and so full of sorrow, she staggers her way towards Lucifer.
She was soon in his line of sight and the sudden appearance of another cut off his rambling and laughing.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" There was no reason for one of those disgusting animals his Father called humans to be here.
"I was cast out of the Garden of Eden after refusing to bare myself for Adam. I have been wandering around this place for..." she trailed off. How long had it been?
"A human who defied my Father? You are what I need. You will be the first of my army. How perfect that the first of my creations be the very first he threw out. Will you join me? What is your name? I am Lucifer, Morning Star, destroyer of humanity."
She stared blankly at the strange winged creature before her. She was so alone, so angry at the world, at God for casting her away. She wanted revenge. She wanted to help this Lucifer with his mission.
"I will help you, Lucifer, destroyer of humanity."
A fire lit behind his eyes.
"And your name," he asked once more.
"My name is Lilith."

*** Here it is folks, a rewrite that nobody asked for! I found this account and looked back at my stories, and found that this one had the potential to be a good story but the me from five years ago just didn't have the writing experience. So, here we are! Follow me on my new Wattpad account @abagelofthlord for more stories and new adventures! ***