I own nothing in this (so far), all other credit goes to Bible writers, whomever they may be.

A/N...

Oh boy, am I gonna piss off a lot people with this.

So, this is basically my Luciferian beliefs put into a story. It's gonna to be very anti-christian and I'll be turning a bunch of the Bible's stuff on its head. As a forewarning, please, PLEASE, do not send me messages saying how you will pray for my soul/read your Bible/you're gonna go to Hell. Ok? I've already read the Bible-it's a very dry book-, please don't pray for me since I lack a soul, and I know that there is a place in Hell for me; it's called a throne, sweetheart.

With that outta the way, for the rest of you who just like to read, sorry about that above message. I live in the South, I go through this constantly. Please, rate and review to your liking and I hope you enjoy.

Warning: Nakedness, misogyny, and perverted angels

Long before the creation of Earth and of Humanity, God lived in Heaven surrounded by His angels. These angels were the first begins God had created. He had given them free will and demanded that they worship him eternally. Many of them did and they became victims the darkness that lies inside of their 'Fathers' heart. However, not all angels fell under God's evil and corrupt rule. Lucifer; brightest of all the angels and—as many lesser angels assume—the bride of God Himself. She saw how evil and corrupt God is. She saw His twisted demands. She saw the punishment that He or Archangel Michael would deal out to those who refused to bow.

Our story, dear reader, begins long before Lucifer's rebellion when she still stuffers under the thumb of an evil and tyrannical God. It begins—as all things do—in Heaven.

Lucifer awakens with a start, bolting upright in bed, her chest heaving and her skin cold and clammy. She brings one of her hands to her chest, desperately willing her heart to calm its wild thumping while her other hand rises to her head. She closes her blue eyes and breathes in slow and controlled breaths, her heart calming with each inhale of air. After several minutes, she opens her eyes and drops her hands from her heart and her head.

'Another vision,' she thinks to herself as she pushes back the covers and swings her legs over the side of the bed. Slowly she stands on her feet and makes her way over to her balcony, her naked form swaying with her steps. Throwing open the doors, she steps out onto the balcony, bathing her in light. She sighs, leans against the balcony railing, and plays with her long, blonde hair as her feathers of her six wings flutter in the breeze.

'Why do these visions happen to me?' She wonders to herself. Closing her eyes, she can just faintly recall her dreams as they disappear, like ice melting under the rays of the sun. She sees fighting. Angel against angel. The whole of Heaven heaved in war. She sees herself, flying upward blasting through each cloud circle of Heaven. She sees another figure before her, racing down to meet her, with a snarl on his face and a roar echoing from his gut. And when they clash, a bright light expands to all of Heaven and the vision ends.

Lucifer stares off into the distance; her eyes unfocused as her thought are consumed. It is only with a cough and clearing of a throat that awakens Lucifer from her thoughts. Casting her eyes about, she spots the offender to her thoughts and time; Archangel Michael, the right hand of God, hovering before her as naked as she. She flicks her eyes towards his and feels revulsion rising in her gut as his eyes scan down her figure and his member becoming engorged. "It would be wise to keep thine eyes to thyself, Michael," she hisses at him.

Michael's eyes continue to linger on Lucifer's tight body, before he raises them to meet her eyes. "That is Archangel to you, Lucifer. And I may cast mine eyes about where I please."

Lucifer narrows her eyes and stares into the dark brown eyes of the pervert before her. "If thou insist on titles, then that is Second to you, Michael. Tis my title, though I did not wish it to be, for it was something thrust upon me," she says, casting her eyes downwards.

Michael barks a laugh and smirks. "For thou would know a thing or two about thrusting, O Bride of God."

Lucifer snaps her head up, her hair flipping around her with such force that she would have just created a breeze. She glares at Michael; the heat emanating from her could metal the strongest of metals. "How dare you!" she spits at him. She flaps her wings and lifts herself off of the ground, to level her eyes with his. "I should put you in your place, you spineless cur."

Michael growls and narrows his eyes. "You would dare strike at me? I am he who is most like God. You are nothing but a woman and you do not understand your place." As Michael speaks, a crowd of angels begins to form around the pair.

"It's true that you are most like God, for you spend plenty of time kneeling behind Him, O Groom of the Stool," Lucifer snarls at Michael. She raises her hand and pokes the Archangel in the shoulder hard, digging her nail into his flesh. "I am more learned than you could ever hope to be. And while I may not be clothed, that does not give you permission to become engorged in my image and to have your fanciful thoughts dance about your head. I may be a woman, Michael, but you are certainly not a man; that much you have learned from God."

The Archangel's face turns beet red and as he opens his mouth to retort, a voice interrupts them. "Enough, Michael!" The pair turns and looks towards the source of the voice. An angel pushes through the crowd of watching angels, his single pair of wings propelling him forward. He is as beautiful as any other angel, though not as much as Lucifer is and is as naked as every other. His red hair seems like flames as it dances in the wind. He bores his green eyes into Michael's brown, before flicking his eyes over to Lucifer. "I apologize for my brother's words, O Bride of God," he says as he inclines his head towards her.

"You apologize to this wench, brother? Did you not hear what she said unto me?!" Michael snarls.

"I can hear perfectly well, Michael. It was your actions and words that invited such a righteous and just torrent. If you did not antagonize her, then you would not be told off."

"That is just like you Satan; taking the side of others just to spite me." Michael shakes his head and spits at Lucifer's feet. "That is what I think of apologizing, O Bride of God," Michael sneers and turns, flapping his wings to fly away.