He could not have
been created to serve and worship. He was created to reign and be worshiped. He
spoke with others, they all eventually agreed. He was beautiful, more beautiful
than all of them put together. He was stronger and smarter than them as well.
They knew it, and
they loved him for it. He was their commander in an army against a corrupt and
out of touch sovereign. Only he could see how truly uncaring the king had
become, for he was the king’s most trusted warrior. He would be their redeemer.
On his wake, they would ride into positions of power and respect. Positions
that were their birthright, but were kept from them out of malicious spite in
the name of love.
He gathered his
allies. It was done in secret for no one could learn of their plans. Even the
king, claiming omniscience, knew nothing of the battle to come. He was not a very patient man, and that impulsive
nature would be his
downfall.
There was a civil
war in the heavens when it was all said and done. A civil war that ripped
friends apart, tore lovers asunder, and saw children run their fathers’ through
with blades of righteous fury. He was at the center of it all, watching,
waiting for his moment to take the king. That moment never came. In a flash of
blinding light the traitors were ripped from the ground and held aloft in a
maelstrom above the clouds. The king sat on his throne of gold, and a single
tear ran down his face. “I loved you. Each of you, I loved you. I breathed life
into your bodies and called you blessed. I gave you a home of absolute peace,
and you have destroyed that home. For this, you will live out the remainder of
your never-ending lives, below.”
The wind picked
up to a violent pace. One by one you could hear their screams as the gale
ripped their wings from their shoulders and they fell. He was the last of them.
Determined to make it out of the storm and onto the throne. With a final shake
of his head, the king said, “I loved you most, Lucifer. But I misnamed you. You
were to be the light-bringer, but you have brought nothing but hate and
darkness. Be Gone!”
With a tortured
cry, his glorious wings were torn from his body. He dropped from the air as if
made of stone. All at once, the fall became almost peaceful and he could see
everything so clearly. This was how it was always meant to be. Heaven could not
contain the perfection that was Lucifer. He would be their redeemer. From
below, he would rise.
When he reached
the earth his eyes burned with purpose. They were waiting for him, looking to
him with trust and devotion. Their sacrifice would not be in vain. They would
have all he promised them. He had become a patient man.
