Disclaimer: I don't own the movie or the movie concepts.
Authors Note: A slightly different angle on the movie. Just a warning note, I plan on warping religion and biblical history. As this is fanfiction I figured there would be more than enough room to stretch author-creativity. I do hope you all enjoy, and would be glad to hear all thoughts you may have.
To keep everything clear: Satan is a title meaning 'the adversary.' Lucifer is crown prince of Hell, the leader of the war against Heaven, who opposed God and was cast down to Hell with a third of the angelic legions. The plot works into it Christian philosophy as well as Platonism and Manachism roots (Pre Augustine). Some of these include the idea of a 'corresponding universe' (Platonism) in which man resides between the war of good and evil, and that the Satan may not be stronger than God, but nor is he weaker (Manachism).
Cheers!
"Who can in reason then or right assume
Monarchy over such as live by right
His equals, if in power and splendor less
In freedom equal? or can introduce
Law and edict on us, who without law
Err not, much less for this to be our Lord,
And look for adoration to th' abuse
Of those imperial titles which assert
Our being ordained to govern, not to serve?"
-Milton, Paradise Lost
Lightening split the sky and struck the darkness back into the shadows. The clouds had long since slithered their way across the clear night and had opened the fresh flood gates from the eye of heaven. Tears of the Almighty, shed across a fallen world. The rain drummed against the very mouth of Hell from a chorus of hisses erupted. Each tear drop from above sizzled upon the infected earth and roused the legions of the damned deep. Lucifer, on his dark throne, brow creased and eyes closed, felt the tremors through the veil. The storm ragged above, while the children of men slept on in ignorant bliss. Time continued with little regard for the Great Creator and it seemed He was a little more than displeased.
"Patience used to be a virtue," Lucifer chuckled in the silent hall. He brought his fingers up to massage his temples. He had succeeded in procuring the fall of man. Although the guilt of their deed fostered a new found devotion in man, Lucifer did not stop his war. His Generals were sent upon the watchers to corrupt and drive them from their Lord. The Great Flood had been a set back. But evil was a slow and tantalizing process. Greed, Envy, Jealousy and Lechery were sent into the world to harvest the innocent souls for the abyss. His daughter Sin and her son Death continued to plague and rape the inhabitants of Earth.
God was a farmer. Lucifer was no stranger to His ways. Tend the land, plant the seeds amongst the Earth and nurture until the day that the souls may be harvested for Heaven. Lucifer could plant his seeds as well. Only one seed was required, and he made great use of it. Lucifer grinned as he recalled the very first planting he had done. The greatest of the Cherubim, created to burn with the fires of knowledge asked himself that all important question; "Who appointed God as Almighty Sovereign, and what right through any reason are we to assume the role of servant to our created equal?"
Lucifer's hand dropped to the sash on his hip where his collar was tethered. His mark of ownership fell from his neck that very moment. With the first seed of Doubt, Evil had claimed its Prince and taught him of all the wonders he was capable of. The Master of Hell would engage the Master of Heaven as his equal at each war front for all eternity.
Heavy foot falls and the clang of armor roused Lucifer from his meditations. He tilted his head to acknowledge his second in command. "From where have you come?"
Steam rose like thick tenticals from Beelzebub's damp skin. The fallen angel looked into the dark eyes of his Lord and felt the first stir of his intense appetite within his core. "Mojave Desert, California." Lucifer's grin lifted into a full smile as Beelzebub's lustful scent filled his senses. It had taken nothing to lure his fellow Cherub away from God. Beelzebub's intense gluttonous appetite spurned him to desire Lucifer with all the erotic passion he had formally held for God. "His vessel has been found."
Lucifer cocked an eyebrow. "How far along is she?"
"Not long before delivery."
Lucifer's eyes lifted up to the raging storm that shook the earth. "Strange." Lucifer paused and considered the creature before him. Beelzebub shifted beneath the intense gaze, chest tight with want. "No guiding light. No ensemble. No choir of angelic voices. He is angry."
"Angry?" Beelzebub scoffed, "With the birth of His son so soon?"
"Perhaps the Almighty is having second thoughts." Beelzebub growled to himself, fists clenched at his side. "Which places us in a very delicate position, doesn't it?" Lucifer stood and adjusted his armor. "Rouse the legions and gather our forces."
"We march for Heaven?"
"No," Lucifer shook his head as he descended the steps of the throne to stand beside Beelzebub. "For defense."
"Where are you going?"
"Await my command." Beelzebub acknowledged the order with a curt nod and stepped out of the Prince of Darkness' path. Lucifer flared his wings and with a single, powerful swoop, propelled himself for one of the gateways that divided Hell from Earth.
The City of Angels, ignorant and bliss in the shadow of destruction, and it wasn't even of his own doing. Lucifer had always prided his intuition and ability to reason. Gifts he had nurtured and tended till they became powerful assets. Assets which had led him here. A simple glamor cloaked his angelic appearance as he strolled along the quiet streets.
Lucifer paused as the veil trembled. Something, rather someone was coming. A heavy thud struck the pavement several strides ahead of his position. Lucifer cocked his head and let his eyes comb over the figure crumpled on the damp ground just outside the next alleyway. Trembling, the outstretched wings retracted against the warrior's back. Lucifer's nose twitched at the sweet smell of angelic blood, his brother's blood.
He slinked along the shadows as the angel pulled himself to his feet, eyes raised with mortification to the high heavens. The sky groaned as the clouds swirled and obscured the moon; the eyes of above poured heavy rain to the sinful soil below. The collar clung to the neck of his brother. Lucifer waited patiently, curious amusement dancing across his obsidian pupils.
Michael jerked against the wall of the alleyway, fingers playing along the familiar feathers of his wings. Lucifer folded his arms and rested back against a chain link fence. He had never seen the other angel so distraught. It would take nothing to send him back to the Lord on High. Not like him, indeed. A patter of feet sounded behind him. Lucifer twisted away from the pale glow of a security light as a large dog snarled at his back. Concealed in the shadows from his brother's eyes, he observed the defensive dagger held out towards the small creature.
In a single swoop Michael severed his wings from his body. The scream wrenched out from deep within his core as the pain swamped his heart. Physical agony would have never fazed such a determined warrior, but as Lucifer watch he could feel the tingle of sympathy attack his own being. He remembered the pain that came upon his freedom of bondage. It had been what made him pause that fatal day in Eden. The burning pain of lost unconditional love. Lucifer's gaze traveled along the river of blood that licked at the forgotten collar and drifted into the sewers of the city.
Michael hissed through his clenched teeth as he pulled a weathered coat from the trash and cloaked his mutilated back. The now mortal angel stumbled out into the street and scanned the closed buildings. Flipping the collar of the coat to keep the rain from aggravating his wounds, Michael darted across the deserted street and into the narrow alley beside a toy warehouse.
Lucifer emerged from the blackness and into the flickering light of a street lamp. "I wonder..." Lucifer murmured, a small grin playing at the corners of his mouth, "just who exactly fell from grace this time."