A/N: One of my original drafts for my A2 English Creative before I altered my idea. Tenses may be a bit off.
Warnings: Hell?
Pairings: None, although there is some brotherly love for Gabriel.
Disclaimer: I am, in fact, saying I don't own it by typing 'Disclaimer'
When people think of Lucifer they often think of a ruthless monster, sat on a throne in hell to reign in fire and blood and to some extent this is true. Lucifer is merciless in most respects and he rules hell with an iron fist - even when locked in a cage he has supreme power over its evil. Yet he is alone in the cage and that leads him to boredom, especially as all his plotting has ended and resulted in a foolproof plan.
So instead of plotting he waits and is left to reflect on why he is doomed to be there for eternity. Many who have read the Bible would say he has brought this upon himself through pride and ignorance to God's wishes but Lucifer disagrees. He deliberates over it frequently and has come to the conclusion that his true downfall was due to his love for his father.
Lucifer will never understand why God created man or why he ordered his original children to love them so much, He sees no goodness in them and so rejects them – not through vanity but through distrust. He suffers for it but hell is not what truly pains him. It's white hot betrayal that cuts him to the core. Michael, his brother, protector, friend was the one to cast him out. Lucifer wants to hate him for that, but all he can feel is loss. He misses him. He misses all of his brothers, particularly the youngest. While Michael had always been for him before his fall, Lucifer had been Gabriel's protector. The messenger of God was more vulnerable than the others and, awed by Lucifer's devotion, had wept when he fell. The image of his face was branded into the downtrodden angel's mind. He knew Gabriel had loved him and he wanted to atone, go back and gather the young one into his arms and cocoon him with his wings so he was safe forevermore.
He would not.
Hell had hardened his heart even to his own wishes. He knew he was right, and in his musings he had realised there was something vital in his rebellion – freewill. Yet freewill was a human trait supposedly given as a gift from his Father. Did that mean he had been tainted by human qualities? Had God made him for this purpose? To be nothing more than an example? Agony and anger ripped through the fallen angel every time he considered the thought. Soon he would find out.
He would make sure of it.