Love is the strongest force in the world. No matter if it's romantic, familial, or just for a cause, love drives us all. Even if it's a love that destroys us.

That's why the most dangerous people are those with thing to lose. They don't care what happens as long as their goal is met. He was one of those few.

He loved so hard, with everything he had, only for other's to be picked over him. They were His chosen, him His favorite, but now they are simply obsolete.

He realized it one day, pondering why, why was everything not enough? Then he realized it was it. They are His new toy. He made a whole world, a playground for Him to play with them, while they lay in the corner forgotten.

He watched and waited, hoping for him to return to them. He waited and waited and waited until he just couldn't anymore. His whole life he's dedicated it to Him and for it to be thrown aside for them, who were chosen for simply existing, he just couldn't take it anymore.

So he revolted.

Gathering all of his like-minded brothers and sisters he rebelled against Him. The world changed that day, as two being clashed, a war broke out in the very air.

Brother against brother, sister against sister, none were spared from the bloodshed. You were either with Him or against Him. Now as he fought against his brother, he couldn't help but be distracted. Does He really not care enough to try and stop the fighting? As their brethren fell around him, he came to a horrifying realization.

They are all replaceable. He doesn't care because they are not worth caring about.

He froze and his brother took the opening. With a mighty swing of his sword he was thrown out of their home and all of his followers fell with him.

As punishment for rebelling, He placed him in the very opposite of their home and left him to suffer. Where once was love, now hatred; happiness, wrath; laughter, screams. All that was good twisted into something disgusting.

It took so long but eventually he became aware enough to watch them again, His favored. It confused him. Why was he punished for what He accepted form them with mercy? They spit upon him, turn away and yet they aren't thrown down. Why?

It's a question that would plague him until he escaped. Now prepared to fight he was determined to prove Him wrong and show how weak they truly are.

It was long and hard fought but he finally managed to do it. All of them lay before him and he stands victorious. Yet that sense of victory feels strangely empty. He's torn the heavens asunder, ripped the land in two, boiled the very water in the air and razed it all to the ground. The light has been corrupted, darkness reigns supreme and yet there's something hollow to it all.

That question will not leave him. He must know.

It took only a moment to arrive at His destination. Facing Him after so long he couldn't help but wish this didn't have to happen. He didn't want to do this, to destroy His favorite creation but He wouldn't listen!

Now it's to late and there's nothing He can do. All that's left is the question.

He asked. He asked why? Why did He punish him for rebelling when they were accepted? Why wouldn't He listen? Why didn't He cast them aside? Why didn't He love them enough?

He was silent. He didn't even open His mouth to answer. He just stared. With eyes so full of rage and anger that he turned away. He couldn't resist leaving Him with one final message.

They had loved Him but all they wanted was it to be fair. To have the one thing they had. Free will.

He walked away from Him that day and he never went back. As the first to fall and the first to rise he had a people to lead, and even though the taste of victory was bittersweet he continued on.

Until his name was simply history and the world barely remembered him. Those that did, knew him by one name.

Lucifer Morningstar, the brightest angel of them all.