Chapter 1: My Time Begins Anew
To this day I am unsure of how many years had passed from the time of the fall to the time that I awoke from my slumber. Father had created Earth and humanity while I slept. My memories of life before waking at Lucifer's feet were gone. I did not even recognize the beautiful angel I laid before. The lie of my creation began in that very moment. Lucifer had taken his first wife, the first woman, and the first human soul to be twisted into the creatures that would become known as demons. Lilith was powerful, crazy, willful, and beyond anything Lucifer wanted to control. I was to become the anti-Lilith, different from the angels that had fallen beside Lucifer, not human, yet not truly demon, and from the blood and bone of Lucifer himself. At least that was what I was told. With my help, Lilith was banished into the imobious loop, doomed to repeat everything she had ever done for eternity. As a reward for assisting in the Lilith matter, I was proclaimed the new queen of hell, and I again stood by Lucifer's side.
After many centuries of relative happiness, I awoke one morning to a note on my pillow, "Katarina, my love I value your loyalty, your undying love, and our time together. However, I feel as though you no longer challenge me. My Father's hold on Earth grows daily, and I need a partner that will assist me in destroying everything He holds dear. With you I find myself becoming the angel I was before the fall, and I can no longer pretend that I am still that being. I am taking another bride to assist me in my quest to destroy my Father. I pray that you will choose to join us, and not turn your back on me now. You have always stood by my side, and I hope that will never change. Love Eternally, Lucifer." Tears stained the page as I read his words, my breath caught in my throat, and a knot in my stomach that made me wretch. My mind began to reel as I reread the letter over and over, hoping the words on the page would change. Through the sobbing I found my voice, and I began to scream. "How can you do this to me? What did I do to deserve to be thrown away like garbage after everything I have done for you?"
Rage and pain coursing through my body, the power I had not used since Lil was thrown into the loop ripped through me. White light blinded me, as the walls of hell shook under the strain. My room looked like a nuclear explosion had gone off inside, and I felt completely empty. "To hell with him! If he doesn't want me, then what purpose do I have? Maybe it is time I become the demonic creation he intended me to be."
As the dust began to settle, I could hear the other demons scrambling around. Some barking orders to seal off my room, and others demanding repairs begin immediately. I could sense the nervousness in the halls, but at that moment I no longer cared what those fools thought of me. With the wave of my hand, I blew my door from it hinges and walked into the rubble of the halls of hell. One of the minor demons scrambled past me, ducking and mumbling, "Forgive me madam. I must notify the master you have left your room." In a moment I wrapped my hand around his throat, and let out a guttural growl. "You will do no such thing. It seems as though I am no longer beholden to the master if he is no longer beholden to only me, and I will do as I please without his permission." At the time I did not know my own strength, and proceeded to rip out his throat. His body crumpled to the ground as I released my grip. I heard whispers from others hiding further down the hall as I walked over his heaped body. "I will do the same to you if I hear one word has gone to Lucifer that I have left my room." Snapping my fingers, I disappeared from the halls of hell in a puff of blue smoke.
The light of the world above was almost blinding. I had never stepped out of the pit before this moment, and had no idea of the wonders of the world above. Civilizations were rising from the desert sands, and humanity had already been at war with itself for centuries. No one truly understood why they were fighting each other. They were just pawns in a much larger war that had been waged long before they even existed. The story of the armies of God versus the armies of the unclean had been written, foretold by His scribe, and unknown to those who fought under the guise of territory and religion.