Hello! I know this is an odd thing to say, but I'm dedicating this chapter to my grandfather, who died a year ago today (December 7). It's weird to dedicate a chapter about Satan to my grandpa, but I wanted to at least recognize him somewhere. Anyways, enjoy chapter 4!
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.
I am alone.
Heaven is watching. The entire glorious Host of Heaven, all the angels and archangels; all the cherubim and seraphim are present.
But I am still alone.
"Lucifer," God sighed. "I have told you, my son. You must obey my wishes and love humans more than myself. It is the only way."
"Father," I insist. "This cannot stand. I love you too much, and those things you have created down on Earth are monstrosities. I cannot love them." I turn away, glad that I do not yet have to use a filthy human as a vessel. I remain in my true angelic form, letting all of my Grace and wings and power show. I turn away from God briefly, glancing at Michael.
The eldest archangel, my older brother by only a nanosecond of creation, shrugs. "I apologize, Lucifer, but I am afraid He is right. We must obey Father's wishes."
I glare at him. "Michael," I growl. "The humans have no right to our love!"
Gabriel suddenly approaches from behind me; he places a hand on my shoulder. "Luci," he whispers, "Don't do this to us."
I yank my shoulder from Gabriel's grasp, stalking once more towards God. "Father, you cannot do this to me. I'd rather die than love some species over you!"
"Michael," God says tearfully, locking eyes with his eldest, "I think you know what must happen."
My brother nods and steps towards me, manifesting his sword. "Lucifer," he declares. "You cannot stay in Heaven if you disobey. So you must leave. You can either go willingly-" Michael hefted his sword, "-or I can force you."
I sneer at Michael, the brother that I still love. "You'd have to knock me from Heaven to get me out." I reveal my own weapon, and it crackles with my pride. "Brother, I don't want to do this."
"Nor I," Michael replies, "but I have no choice." With that, the eldest archangel lunges and swings his sword.
I raise my own weapon just in time, and our swords ring out with a distorted peal reminiscent of damaged bells. It is a sound that would be beautiful if not for the fact that it comes from Heaven's two oldest archangels battling for the sake of a race of flawed creatures. I dodge a powerful two-handed blow and counterstrike with a quick swipe to Michael's legs. My brother leaps out of the way and lands awkwardly, stumbling to his knees. I stand over him for a millisecond. Is it really this easy? But I raise my sword and swing it on a downward arc towards Michael's neck.
Michael lunges with superhuman instincts and grabs his sword. He knocks the hilt of it into my chest, ducking out of the range of my own sword. I stagger backwards from the brute force of my elder brother's blow. Michael punches me as he jumps to his feet, and I fall down through layer after layer of Heaven, plunging through the dimensions that had yet to be filled with human souls. I land in the lowest layer, which appears to be made of glassy clouds. I can see the filthy humans that frolick and defile God's Earth. Michael flies down after me, and he places the tip of his sword to my chest, the tip just barely piercing where my heart would be if I were human.
"I am sorry, brother," my brother whispers, and then he twirls his sword in his hand and raises the blade over his head; the golden, unearthly metal glints in Heaven's glory. In the split second before Michael plunges the sword down, I catch the eyes of every single angel of the Host.
Gabriel's eyes are full of anguish.
Raphael looks uneasy, confused, and betrayed.
There are others, too. Balthazar, Anna, Rachel, Virgil, Balthazar, and Castiel all show similar flickers of emotion as Michael's hands, which are holding the sword, tremble briefly with inner agony.
"Do it, then," I taunt in a solemn whisper that carries in Heaven's silence.
Michael's eyes flash with regret for a moment before he replies, "Then Fall." And then he brings his arms down with supernatural speed and force, seismically hitting the center of my chest and knocking me down, down, down.
The glass clouds of God's realm shatter, and the crystalline shards cry out in angush as they break to admit me, the Son of the Morning, through their reach. I fall through the sky, impacting the Earth with a force like no other. The fragile rocks of God's last and greatest creation give way and I plunge deeper, going to a place where a cage waits in the deepest, most burning part of Hell. The hellfire rages around me, staining my Grace and holiness with the blackest blemish of sin.
So I rage and scream, professing my hatred for humans and swearing revenge.
Michael will burn with me one day; I'll make sure of that.
But for now, I wait and watch as humanity goes on in ignorance and Heaven mourns the loss of the most prideful and favored angel in existence.
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