Darkness.
That was all he saw.
All he felt.
It wasn't cold nor warm, just dark.
No concept of time in this place.
Just the dark embracing him.
Then one day a light was born.
From it came warmth and a sense of happiness he had forgotten.
He watched it grow brighter and turn dimmer as days passed.
He felt as if he should remember it, but all he could remember before the light was the dark.
Then as time passed it grew dimmer to the point that he thought it would disappear.
He knew not why, but he began to cry for the light.
As more time passed the light no longer got brighter staying at a dim state.
He felt the light come closer to him at a rapid pace but as it got closer it got dimmer.
It came until he felt it right above him, but he grew worried as it was at the dimmest it has ever been.
Then he felt it plummet toward him and as it plummeted the light seemed to go out.
And he could only think one thing.
Only hear one thing.
Do one thing.
SAVE THE LIGHT!
For once in his memory he forced the darkness, back reaching for the light.
The darkness instead of trying to hold him instead seemed to go with his will and push him towards the light.
He raced through the darkness till there was none.
Uncaring of his surroundings he was launched through the air by the darkness, towards what could only be the light falling towards him.
He caught the light which turned out to be a body wrapped in a cloak. He looked at the face to see a beautiful girl with tan skin and dark brown hair.
He then realized they were in the middle of the air and nothing was holding them up.
They fell towards the ground ending in a crash.
And this was the day eventually known in the underground as the day the angel fell from the heavens and the demon rose from hell.