Hey, this is my first real TDC fanfic so I hope you guys enjoy it. Basically, this is a story on how Lucifer discovered the Aesop's Fables and started to question God, a lot. I realize that the Fall of Lucifer is a story that's been done in numerous different ways by a punch of professional authors, but I figured I'd do a TDC version you know, couldn't hurt. If you guys don't like it fine, just figured I'd give it a shot. Though I must admit I don't know how quickly I'll be able to update this. In fact, I have become so busy that I literally stopped writing fanfiction, I just don't have time for it. I'm not saying I'm not going to update this because you bet your ass I am but I'm not exactly saying it's going to be a speedy process. It's just this fanfic was really plaguing me so I decided to write it down before I go mad. Does that make sense? No? Fine.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Devil's Carnival, obviously, that pleasure goes to our beloved rulers Terrance, Darren, and Saar. I'm just expanding it a little. Anyway...

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In Defiance of God: That's how a Carnival grows

"I'm supposed to be guilty of all sorts of crimes and misdemeanors, but when you get right down to it, I'm really only guilty of one: wondering. The road to Hell, you say, is paved with good intentions. Charming. But actually it's paved with intriguing questions. You want to know. Man do you want to know."

― Glen Duncan, I, Lucifer

Chapter 1:

Paved with Intriguing Questions

Have you ever watched an avalanche? No, not the giant snowball about ready to smash you in the face, but a true developing avalanche, have you ever watched it take form? It doesn't start out the way you'd think, it starts out small. A pebble, that's all it takes, a pebble, and a tiny one at that. A pebble shifts and knocks into a rock, that rock knocks into another rock, and another, and another…until finally those rocks smash into a fucking boulder; and now you have this ginormous rockslide coming to impale your face! But I know what you're thinking, "Why the fuck are we talking about avalanches?" I'll tell you why! Because that is how the greatest (and first) rebellion in history started out, not a humongous epiphany and a cacophony of clashing weapons, but a tiny, almost insignificant pebble, or in this case: a thought.

Lucifer Morningstar was considered the most gifted angel in all of Heaven, elite in beauty and intelligence. He was God's first angel ever created, and His favorite. The first of two angels considered worthy enough to be in Caste #1: pets. And one could say that this favor was something Lucifer held as a matter of pride. Though, at the time, no angel faulted him for it. After all his love for the Creator was palpable, when singing in praise he was the first angel to lend his voice, and the last voice to stop. When Lucifer grabbed a mic at the speakeasy everyone shushed in anticipation, for the voice of the Morningstar could aspire the need for worship in anyone. And it was said that to stand in his presence was akin to standing before God. If you asked the denizens of Heaven if Lucifer was ever capable of disobeying the Creator they would have baulked at the thought and told you, you were nuts. It never occurred to them that their Morningstar would or could become defiant; that is until it happened.

Though this act of rebellion started out small, almost unnoticed, even by Lucifer himself. It didn't even occur to him that he was doing anything wrong until God told him to stop; which only inspired a sense of resentment in his heart. It started out on a typical day in Heaven, nothing too exciting happening. Lucifer was going over a set of paperwork that the Scribe had handed to him. New additions to Heaven's doctrine that God wanted him to look over, not so much to see if there could be any improvements, as God didn't need another beings input about how He ran His kingdom, but so that Lucifer memorized every utterance so he can be a perfect example to the lower caste. If the others had any questions about what was to be expected of them they would turn to the Morningstar to make sure they were doing it right. Hence, Lucifer needed to know and follow these new laws to the letter so the others wouldn't become confused.

He had just reached halfway through the stack when he noticed that a key essay was missing from the set. He shook his head, The Scribe must have left them in the Library. Muttering under his breathe about the lack of efficiency, Lucifer pulled out his set of keys and headed towards the Library, where all of the Creators work was stored. Stepping off the elevator Lucifer found the area completely empty, quiet as a church mouse.

Lucifer didn't notice, truthfully he preferred being alone most of the time. A shocking truth if others found out, most of Heaven loved being in everyone else's business and there was no real concept of privacy. The mind set was there shouldn't be a need for it. After all, if you aren't doing something wrong, then you shouldn't need or want the privacy. Except in matters of God, of course, in that case snooping would get you a nice, good Translation. Anyway I'm digressing from the matter at hand, the essay.

There were two desks in the Library: one for the Librarian, whose job was to teach the word of God to the Applicants, and one for the Scribe, whose job was to put the word of God onto paper. The essay in question was sitting on top of the Scribe's desk and it was fairly simple to collect. Lucifer was about ready to head back to his office, his personal mission complete, when something caught the corner of his eye. A few shelves away was a large book, with a brown spine, and golden words. Lucifer moved to take a closer look at it when he discovered that it was sitting in the Restricted Section.

"Fuck!" Lucifer cursed under his breath. Part of him knew that he should turn around and head back to his office, get back to work. But curiosity plagued him. Almost hesitantly, Lucifer fumbled with his keys until he found the one that unlocked the Restricted Section. He shouldn't be doing this, these keys were only used to stick something onto those shelves, not take something out. Even as a Caste #1 he was not allowed to touch those books, they were works God had deemed forbidden, for reasons only He knew. Reading them would earn him a Translation for sure.

But it was almost as if the book called to him. He couldn't explain why, but he had to read it. It would drive him insane otherwise. So with a slight measure of trepidation and a large dose of excitement Lucifer unlocked the lock and stepped into forbidden territory. Now no sirens went off, no one rushed in to intervene because the alarm system had not been put in place yet. Before this instant there was no need, just the knowledge that it was forbidden, and a threat of Translation was enough to keep curious passerby's away. In fact, the reason why the alarm was put in place was this precise reason.

Lucifer pulled the large book off the shelf and stared at it for a bit. Silently he wondered what was so compelling about this volume that it would cause him to disobey his Creator. The title on the cover declared that it was the AESOP'S FABLES. Lucifer turned it around in his hands curiously, what was the significance about this book? Why did he feel like it was important somehow? Lucifer thought about placing it back and walking away, but for some strange reason the thought did not settle well with him. He couldn't understand why, but for some strange reason he didn't believe that this book was meant to be stuffed away into the shadows.

Lucifer heard footsteps lazily approaching so he quick stuffed the book into the bag he brought with him and raced out of the forbidden terrain, remembering to lock it behind him. He just hit the doorway when he ran into the Librarian. "Hello Lucifer, what are you doing here so late?" The Librarian asked calmly. Lucifer smiled nervously and provided a half truth. "The Scribe forgot an important document the Lord wanted me to go over, so I was merely retrieving it so I could have all of our Father's wishes memorized to His satisfaction by tomorrow." The Librarian nodded in understanding, "very well I won't keep you, God bless and keep you, Lucifer."

"May God bless and keep you as well, brother." Lucifer returned the blessing before moving quickly towards the elevator. It wasn't until he reached his office that Lucifer allowed himself to breathe. He shut the door quietly, yet firmly, and locked the door. "Oh. My. God. What did I just do?" Lucifer asked in a shaky voice as he made his way towards his desk. Carefully, as if it were a bomb about to go off, Lucifer set the Fables onto his desk. However, even as Lucifer stared at his hands as if they didn't belong to them, he couldn't make himself regret what he did. And despite the fact that he knew what he did was wrong he was sure he'd do it again.

When his hands ceased to shake and he was able to calm down he stared at the stolen book for a bit. And a strange almost peace entered him as he accepted what he had done. Soon the peace was followed by a nagging sense of curiosity, the same curiosity that caused him to take the book in the first place. A question logged into Lucifer's mind that refused to leave. The same question that compelled him to take which did not rightfully belong to him. The same question that would start a chain of events that could not be stopped. The same question that led Lucifer down the path of damnation and sin. Because that was it dear reader, this question, this was the pebble I discussed in the beginning. This is the pebble that led to the avalanche known as Lucifer's Rebellion. "What is in you that God doesn't want us knowing about?"