Hey, this is my first time writing the storyline for one of my role play characters, Luci, from Supernatural. I don't own any of these characters.
HOPE YOU ENJOY IT.
Main plot line
In the beginning there was light. Light was the first thing that was created and the essence of creation itself. God was made of light, the purest of substances yet not a substance at all. Light was there and not there, it kept away the darkness, the loneliness and absence of light.
Darkness was thick, black nothingness. Darkness choked away feelings of hope and left those kept in it for long enough void of all emotions.
It was during this peace and reign of light that God created Angels. Angels cores were the substance of all that was good, the purest of souls and they remained incorruptible and without ever knowing that darkness existed.
These Angels were first born small, children of God, innocent of heaven. The eldest was Michael, who was pure, strong and humble, his hair was flicked in curls and was a deep mahogany brow. He obeyed God's every command and was the first to master flight, his powerful tawny wings maturing even at the young age of three. The brothers of Michael were named Raphael, Metatron, Gabriel and the youngest, Lucifer.
Lucifer was by far the most beautiful of God's creations and he favoured him highly, having perfected his truest angel. Lucifer had pure white wings and loosely curled blonde hair and emerald green eyes. These were some of the only features of angels they could really see, the rest was pure light and energy of soul. Lucifer was also the most curious of his brothers, following Michael wherever he went and learning what his brother learnt and what he knew had come before he existed, the creation of heaven and he was eager to know what there was before heaven existed, though his brother was hesitant on the topic.
It was Lucifer that first found the darkness, at the edge of heaven, he had ventured further than any of his siblings had dared to go. Worried their father would be angry and fearing his wrath for their little brother they turned to Michael for help.
Michael found Lucifer at the edge, the darkness writhing in his hand filthily as Lucifer watched it with interest. He snatched the young Lucifer and flew him away from that place, warning him not to return again, but as they flew, the blackness burrowed itself into Lucifers soul, hiding pitifully amongst the blinding light of his core.
The brothers still grew in size, ever changing and every moment becoming more perfect than they were before, Lucifer now more of an image of perfection as he knew well. Michael was his closest companion, he rejoiced in the games he was allowed to play with his older brother, and along with his fair haired brother Gabriel, they caused mischief in heaven, tricking Metatron and Raphael into going to the throne room and laughing as they wondered, confused, what was going on. But eventually Michael grew distant, God wanting his help far more often until he no longer saw Lucifer but for very brief passings and stolen glances.
Lucifer and Gabriel continued their tricks though but they both agreed it was hollow in comparison to the fun Michael had shown them, the laughter ceasing as they grew older and maturity set in like cement, cold and without fun. Gabriel tried his hardest to keep at the games, never truly growing out of the habit, but his brothers now looked down at his tricks as child's play.
Lucifer soon found out, when he saw Michael on one of those short moments, that God had created others. Other angels that were smaller, weaker but based on Lucifers image, though still God could not perfect their image like he had done with the youngest angel. The five brothers were from then on known as Archangels for they were the first of their kind and God wished them to be honoured, ordering the new, younger angels to swear their loyalty to the five noble archangels. They all did so without question and after many interactions between them all, what would have been centuries on earth if it had existed, Lucifer had gained many loyal angels under his stead.
It was at this moment that God created earth, animals and then Man, in his own image. His first being Adam, followed by the woman, Eve. Lucifer watched daily as his father created his masterpieces, though he still saw none better than himself, his pride unvanquished at each new piece, the archangel now almost seeing them as a threat to his own existence and power.
Adam, Lucifer noted, was not made of light like himself. He was made of dirt, of filth and this confused him. Why would his father create such art out of a substance so vile, so unperfect in his eyes? The creatures sickened him slightly and at that second he realised the existence of the tiny shred of darkness that coiled within him. He did not protest though, nor did he throw it away, instead he used the light within him to nourish it, letting it feed off of his hope, his purity until eventually little remained.
Michael had noticed his brothers behaviour early, before anyone else, even his father, had. He was his older brother and had always looked after him, now the way his form of light dimmed when he thought nobody saw, it shone less brightly and his perfection began to fade ever so slowly. Michael knew that something bad would come of this, the pain wrenched in his soul like fire and made him ache. He could not abandon his father to help his little brother, he was needed, he had duties to attend to. Though that he must obey killed him inside.
Lucifer whispered softly and sweetly to the darkness within him as he coaxed it out, combining it with his grace, that light substance within him and changing his form. It was a creation of his own he thought, he was following in his fathers footsteps as he changed into the long python, his scales smooth, sleek and black as pitch.
He slide quietly into his fathers garden, lowering himself to earth and wrapping himself around the tree at its center.
Today he would cause mayhem for those vile human creatures his father had created. And after seducing Eve with his talented words he had gotten her to succumb to the temptation of disobeying his father. He eyed her sharp teeth slicing through the flesh of the blood red apple, it's juices running down the sides of her mouth, before her eyes widened and she fled, now knowing her nakedness before him.
Lucifer had returned home to his normal form, unnoticed and it wasn't until the booming voice of his father shook down to earth that he knew his plan had been a success. The humans now had knowledge of darkness, just like he did. And still Lucifer remained the innocent younger archangel.
Soon after their father had called a meeting of all the creatures of heaven into the precipice of the brightly lit chamber of his throne room.
"My children," he spoke deeply in the universal language of the angels and himself, enochian.
"The humans I have created are progressing immensely and now that they have been granted a world of their own I wish for you to serve them in any way you can. Help them see the truth of good and of me. Though let their choice be their own, as I will it." And with that the meeting ended, no angels dare reply to god, or speak to him except the archangels. Michael was smiling though his soul bared the underlying despair at his brothers reaction.
Lucifers light had contorted angrily at his fathers words, flying after his father and ignoring Michael as the other angels departed. "Why must we serve them? They are dirt father! You yourself said that we were your ultimate creation. We are perfection, is that not enough?!" Lucifers voice raised, the enochian ringing like static through the air.
God looked at Lucifer sternly, truth in his eyes as he saw the darkness in Lucifers soul. "You are not perfect. No longer do you hold that title, not with that filth inside of you." He then obliterated the darkness within Lucifer, sending pain searing through his soul, Michael crying out as Lucifer screamed.
"That is all I will do for you. Your soul is still corrupt. You deny my will and therefore deny me." God then turned to Michael, his being, a wave of sadness as he spoke. "You have known this day would come. This time is now." He nodded and watched as Michael, swallowing hard, walked to Lucifer, a hand placed on the kneeling archangels shoulder as the younger looked up.
"Michael?" He seemed truly innocent thought the elder, hating what had to be done.
"I'm sorry, Luci...it's an order." And with a swift hand he snapped Lucifers wings, rendering them useless, tears forming as he opened the void of darkness and fire, casting his brother, screaming in agonising pain, down into its depths, eyes locked in terror and anger as he fell into the flames, wings burnt away to nothing as the darkness engulfed him.