Lucifer was known as many things. He was called a liar, a thief, a trickster, a coward and betrayer. He was none of these things. He was honest, gave and never took, was a prankster but all in good fun, was braver than the other archangels, and the most loyal to God.

But, due to the jealousy of the other archangels, he was cast out of heaven by the one he cared for the most, God himself.

He cried out in pain as he was forced through the wall of the grand palace in Heaven. His body hit it so hard that he broke through the said to be unbreakable stone, flying out and crashing against the deceiving clouds - they looked soft and fluffy, but hurt like hell when you land on them!

He bounced a couple times before coming to a stop. He slowly staggered onto his hands and knees, limbs shaking as he he does. Clutching his damaged belly, he coughs a bit of blood onto the ground. He looked up a bit, his usually handsome face covered in bruises and scratches, healing far slower than usual.

There he saw the one he was most in debt to. The one who he served without question for millennia. The one who hurt him on the lies of others. God.

"Lucifer! You have sullied my name by your crimes!" God said, though Lucifer barely heard him. He said nothing in defense. "You used your abilities to tempt the human realm and harm those who were in your care! What do you plead?"

He was silent for a while, before looking into the gaze of the Almighty Being.

"I am innocent of these crimes. But you'll think I'm lying. Like what I supposedly did to the humans. You know me! I love mankind as much as you do!" He cried out as he stood on bruised and bloodied legs.

While he was forced out of the palace, he saw that he landed near the opening in Heaven that lead to the realms that they watched over. Moving his wings the slightest bit, he winced as he found they were broken.

Looking back at God, he saw doubt enter his eyes and tears well up a bit, before he blinked them away, his gaze hardening once more. "It is the word of the other archangels against yours. I wish I could say that I could trust you, like I did all those years ago, but I can't" he said as he summoned his energy, not at all unlike magic, and aimed it at Lucifer.

"What are your last words?" He asked, the energy crackling in his hands. Lucifer saw that this would kill him in the most painful way possible. But, with his wings broken, and him being weak, the fall through dimensions and realms would hurt as well - but significantly less - and would most likely kill him as well.

He looked God in the eyes and smiled. He smiled in the face of death, no fear in his eyes. This made God falter a bit. This was the man he trusted with his life, the one who was his righthand, aside from his son. Regret and realization filled his eyes as he saw where Lucifer was standing. He quickly dismissed the energy and reached a hand towards the harmed angel. "No, wait!" he cried out.

But, the moment of hesitation was the perfect time for the essentially wingless angel. He leaned back, still smiling, hands in his pockets as he fell. His blond hair whipped about as he started to fall, his eyes - the bluest blue you'll ever see - was filled with sadness, but happiness as well, as he knew he wouldn't hurt anyone with the lies hat were told about him.

As he fell, and the other archangels arrived to see his fate, he said one word. The last he'll ever speak to the beings of Heaven; "Goodbye"

When he was gone from sight, God was silent as the archangels celebrated. However, they stopped when they saw God turn, pure rage in his usually kind eyes. That night, across the multiverse, people heard the screams of pain and bellows of rage.

Lucifer fell for centuries, though it went by in seconds for him. He passed countless worlds. As he fell, panic set in as he realized what he did. He could never go back if he ever landed.

His eyes widened in fear as he reached a hand towards the rapidly distancing image of Heaven.

Unfurling his broken wings and ignoring the agony that courses through his body, he tried to fly back up, but was unable to. He rapidly neared a realm, one similar to the Earth he had once watched over.

As he blacked out, he barely registered that his usually pristine, pure white wings, were now pitch black.

Noah and Juliet Arc were at their home, watching the sun set against the horizon as the shattered moon of Remnant rose behind them. They were enjoying the quiet as their daughters - eight of them, all adopted, were at their individual friend's houses for the weekend.

The silence was broken, however, by a sound that came from the sky. It was so loud that it cracked the windows of the home and set off their car alarm.

Turning their heads to the direction of the sound, they saw what looked like a human falling through the sky, wind visibly streaking behind their body.

Looking at each other for the briefest second, they rushed to where the human landed.

Minutes later they came to the part of the forest where the human landed. It was a disaster zone. There was a large crater, smoking ground and burnt trees. There, in the center of the crater, was a young man, barely seventeen, with shoulder length blond hair. Attached to his back, on either side of his spine, just below his shoulder blades, were two pitch black wings, each fifteen and a half feet long, splayed and bent at wrong angles, evidence that his wings were broken. They saw the cut on his face and chest - covered in a ripped shirt - slowly starting to heal.

Lucifer blinked a bit as he came to a bit, though not completely. His head and body hurt so much that he could barely register that he was laying down. The soft light of the moon that filtered through the trees hurt his head so much.

The sound of rushed footsteps assaulted his ears as they neared. As his vision darkened, he barely heard someone as if he were alright, before the picked him up gently.