They stood, gathered in the kingdom of their Father's creation. Each wore an expression of a varying degree of worry. Their gaze cast below, they watched their brother's fight; helpless to do anything about it because their Father forbade them and their devotion to Him seemed boundless.
Gabriel stood at the forefront of the queue, shame and weariness at the edge of his sparring emotions. Ever present was the need to protect his family, but what use was it when the danger came not form outer forces but from within? A civil war.
Gabriel rustled his wings. Anna shifted her weight from foot to foot. Uriel lingered in the back with Joshua, not wanting to see anything of this unnecessary conflict- even though there was nowhere to go to avoid the sight.
Castiel stood a few feet away from his older brother, and he too watched the battle consume his siblings. Raphael took off quite suddenly, bursting almost violently through the dense clouds to the upper levels of Heaven.
Balthazar clasped a hand to Castiel's shoulder, the worry etched deep into his face- more evidently than he would have liked.
"I don't like this," he murmured to his brothers, "not at all."
Raphael descended from the upper circles followed closely by Zachariah. They all moved closer to the ledge overlooking the battleground as the war escalated.
Michael landed a blow that sent Lucifer tumbling through the clouds so fast and so heatedly to the celestial plane below that he looked to be some fearful object barrelling for the planet.
Michael lifted his wings and followed swiftly after.
They stood, waiting, and barely moments later, every angel in Heaven felt it.
Lucifer had fallen and they could feel it like an ache in their grace- in their very essence. They could no longer feel their brother's existence entwined in the their own. Their father had not stepped in to mediate this conflict. This greatly disheartened Gabriel, but what could he do?
He could not defy his Father so readily. Nor could the others present at his side.
Michael flew elegantly back through the gape in the clouds. Once his feet rested on familiar grounds, he tucked his wings against his body.
He did not speak of the bruise on his grace, his brothers and sisters followed his example- neglecting to mention the collective grief they felt.
Lucifer had fallen from Heaven and so it began...
A/N:
As you can tell, it has to do with the angels from Supernatural. I haven't, nor have I ever, read the bible so this fictional (although the real story might just be as fictional) account of Lucifer's fall from Heaven is a product of speculation and boredom.
Supernatural and all characters within are the property of Eric Kripke.