"But those are the days that bind us, together forever and those little things define us forever, forever." – Bastille

Before and After the Crime...

Lucifer's plan was brilliantly flawless and he was proud of it too. Father had been too preoccupied lately with the affairs on Earth that he would never notice his son's absence from his duties for just an hour. Lucifer smirked wickedly as he flew down to Earth, his magnificent white wings trailing behind him until he landed on solid ground and he then tucked them into his back. The land he'd landed on was pretty barren, give or take a few trees that Lucifer's Father had begun to spread outside of the one concentrated area they were in now and the occasional dust storm and the sun beat down relentlessly on the ground. Lucifer looked to his right, though still hidden behind the tree, at the only area of the earth that showed life. Father's precious garden.

The bane of Lucifer's existence.

How could his Father expect him to worship naked leaf wearing apes? The thought of them made his head ache, the mention of them made his tongue turn to acid, and his throat close up. He could easily spit on humanity anytime. Angels were clearly superior, they were made first. They were created of Father's Heavenly essence, his grace and his power. Humans were merely clay figurines that could be posed and told what to do. Lucifer hated seeing something so weak poisoning the perfect world Father had created. That was when he'd come up with his brilliant plan.

Father reveled in his work, the humans. So what if Lucifer was to prove how truly flawed they were? The Garden of Eden was Father's most precious work in progress. So far he had only two humans wandering around in there, but he'd planned on making more Lucifer had overheard. Lucifer had decided to stop him before he could, to prove humans were weak, they could be tempted, and they could be led astray. That they were never meant to be perfect like his Father had intended. Lucifer smirked again, a devilish look filling his eyes and he transformed quietly behind the tree. He'd completely rid his celestial light form and taken the form of a far more conspicuous form. A snake, a black snake with a head like a dragon, ebony scales that shimmered in the daylight and piercing yellow eyes that could easily hypnotize. His tongue darted out a few times, sniffing the air before his eyes spotted his target across the way.

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Gadreel paced back and forth, sighing and staring up at the sun occasionally. His celestial light burned brighter than it, but still it blinded him. He couldn't leave his post though, he'd been instructed to guard it non-stop and since angels did not require sleep he gladly accepted. It was an enormous responsibility. Gadreel kicked at the dirt and a cloud of dust rose in front of him. Through the dust Lucifer slithered, eager to get on with his plan. He was unnoticed luckily and the gates of Eden remained open, though he decided it was probably best to eliminate any potential threats.

"Gadreel..." He whispered, Gadreel paused immediately and stood rigidly, angel blade poised high and ready for attack. Lucifer slithered up Gadreel's leg; the angel was already in some sort of trance.

"Gadreel," Lucifer hissed. "There is no need for that. Please, I am just a weary animal that has lost his way out of the gates. Isn't it your duty to care for me and others like me? Please allow me entry back in."

Gadreel was in a total trance, Lucifer's hypnotic voice was all it took. The archangel had always been rather convincing, even in Heaven. He snickered in his mind and slithered down Gadreel's arm and leg and into the gates behind him. Gadreel heard nothing, he felt nothing, he saw nothing, and the trance was too strong. His senses were flooded with the serpent's voice. He couldn't even think any relevant or new thoughts. The snake had talked to him, it struck him as odd yes, but it wasn't the strangest thing his Father had created thus far.

The next thing Gadreel knew was that the trance had broken, and that everything had gone to pure chaos in Eden behind him. He tried to rush inside and stop it, but it was too late. He'd been warned by his Father about letting the humans eat the forbidden fruit, but nothing had given them the urge to until now. Gadreel spotted the snake, the one that had talked to him and his mysterious yellow eyes glimmered as he perched on the lowest tree branch of the tree of Forbidden Fruit, Eve next to him holding a bitten apple. Adam too, with a piece of it stuck in his throat, like he was choking, but somehow he could still breathe.

Gadreel felt this overwhelming dread and suddenly his Father's voice boomed down upon earth and echoed all across the Earth. This was his fault and Gadreel knew it, deep in his being he knew it. The snake hissed sinisterly and Gadreel sank to his knees in defeat.

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He was thrown before the four Archangels in front of the steps of the Big House. They were each holding a different look on their faces. Michael was of disgust, Gabriel's of rage, Uriel's of disappointment, but Lucifer's his was different. His was one of satisfaction.

"He has ruined Eden," Michael declared, as millions upon millions of angels screamed at Gadreel in protest. "He has caused humanities downfall and for that he must pay!"

Michael clenched his fist in the air in front of his face and glared at Gadreel. Angels cheered in triumph and Gadreel looked around, struggling against the restrains put on his by the two angels he'd been arrested by. Eden had fallen two days prior, but only now was Gadreel realizing what he'd truly done. The guilt in his chest radiated so brightly that he was sure all four of the archangels could feel it, practically see it.

"Imprisonment," Michael declared. "Forever!"

Gadreel gasped, his mouth dropping and the angels cheered louder. The Big House seemed to sparkle in the rising sun beyond the clouds in Heaven and Gadreel found it so beautiful he almost cried for he feared he'd never see its beauty ever again. Gadreel's eyes met each of the archangels' and he sighed, but when he reached Lucifer's he stared longer. Lucifer smirked at him, out of view from the others, and his eyes turned yellow as the serpent's and he stuck out his tongue. It was forked like a snake's. Gadreel struggled against his restraints again.

"Wait," he tried to yell over the crowd. "Wait please! I am innocent! Please listen to me! This was not my doing!"

No one heard Gadreel though; he was too busy being dragged away by the guards. The last thing he saw was the disappointed faces of everyone around him, eventually though their faces started to blur together into one big emotion, but not Lucifer's his remained constant. It remained devious.

He remained innocent.

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One Year Later...

Gadreel lifted up his weak and fragile head to see who was coming through the prison doors. He was absolutely starved so he hoped it was the guards with grace of some sort. Gadreel's grace had been worn thin due to daily beatings in his cell as part of his punishment. His punishment that wasn't even meant to be his. Lucifer was the one to rightfully serve it, not Gadreel. Gadreel pushed himself up from the floor and looked out of the prison cell he'd been placed in. The guards were heading in, with one unfamiliar figure. Gadreel's eyes were so swollen he could barely see who or what it was, but it looked much shorter than the other two guards and Gadreel had memorized their movements long before his eyes had become unuseful. His face and body was covered in scars and deep bloody gashes, some of which were oozing pus and dried blood collected around their edges. Gadreel shivered from pain and cold in the cell and sat up in the corner that he resided in most of the time now. His brown wings were quivering in fright as the guards slid open the doors to his cell.

"You have twenty minutes," one of the guards motioned to the figure they'd brought with them. "Try to talk some sense into this sinner."

They slammed the door shut and Gadreel squeaked, he'd screamed so much over the months leading up to now that he couldn't speak. He hadn't lost the ability knowledge wise, but his throat was so raw and tender that he couldn't make the words come out. Gadreel watched as the mysterious figure drew closer.

"I'm not going to hurt you," it said, upon Gadreel's closer inspection it was a male. "I promise. I was told to talk to you."

Gadreel starting shaking uncontrollably and curled up into a small ball on the floor of the cell in an attempt to make him appear smaller. The male angel stepped forward, his eyes a gentle hazel staring into Gadreel's green ones. The angel lowered his head in submission and the hazel eyed one cocked his head in confusion.

"What's wrong," he asked. "I said I wasn't going to hurt you?"

The hazel eyed angel reached out to Gadreel and he looked utterly terrified. Gadreel shivered and tears started to form in the corners of his eyes. The hazel eyed angel gently touched his injured shoulder that had been strained and sprained by the guards' brutality. The hazel eyed angel responded to Gadreel's cries and whimpers of pain with more gentle touches. Eventually the hazel eyed angel let go of his shoulder. Gadreel fell back down to the ground and took in a sharp breath.

"What's your name?" the hazel eyed angel asked.

Gadreel couldn't speak, so he pointed to the hazel eyed angel as if asking him the same question.

"Me," the hazel eyed angel chuckled. "My name is Metatron. I'm a Scribe for Heaven."

Gadreel's eyes widened and he motioned for a pen and paper. Metatron, the Scribe, immediately pulled some out. Gadreel grabbed them and begun to write.

My name is Gadreel

I cannot speak because of my torture

I have been wrongly accused of my crime

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