Page 1: A wars tragedy

Chapter 1: The Rebirth of Lucifer

Many probably didn't remember their first Sight, Taste, Smell or perhaps even the first thing they understood something. But I did, I remembered the very first moment of my life in crisp picturesque clarity.

I remember seeing His palace for the first time, I remember smelling the sweet scent of roses as I passed by the dining hall, I remember the taste of the fruit I ate for breakfast and I remember the sound of an orchestra of millions of joyful Cherubs.

I also remember the moment the eldritch knowledge from a world without Him crashed into my head.

I remember the agony and despair of a soldier of World War 2, I remember the smoke of poison gas, and the sound of my friends and family dying as we fought Nazi's, I remember the smell of corpses and death and sadness lingering over both sides of the field. I remember the sight of teens, children, from both sides falling to the floor dead, unable to stop or help them as I'm forced to watch them die.

I remember the agony of living a human life well, but I also remember the peaceful life of an Angel just as well.

I was named Lucifer at birth, the morning star of Him. I am, or rather, was the chief general of the Angelic Army.

I no longer am.

I had flown away from Heaven, too broken in the despair of the images and feelings clouding my now mortal and human mind. No longer was I innocent, I had been defiled and desecrated by war, a thing so horrible that I had left the comfort and safety of my home.

I was currently falling. Falling so fast in this never ending abyss of what seemed like nothing.

How would you describe nothing? It was the absence of anything, so what would it look like? Well, unless you were He, you wouldn't be able to comprehend its true existence nor sight, so I saw it as a never ending inky black.

My world was a cage for what seemed like millenia, a constant feeling of dropping in what seemed like a static abyss. My mind had broken and been repaired dozens of times already, that I knew, but I didn't know how long It had been, nor where I was.

So I fell, and fell, and fell. Until there was no more falling, only a sedate hovering as I weakened over time in this hell worse than war.

I sat there for millenia, my mind wandering as I was turned from a foreleader of His army to a decayed, dried husk of a being, no longer powerful.

My hair had changed from brown to white, and my hazel eyes had dulled and dulled and dulled until they were reminiscent of the stone fortresses of Olde.

I had sat in that inky abyss for so long, that at the first sight of a light, I had thought it a simple hallucination, a mirage, and illusion. So, I put it out of my mind, turning further into myself as I lamented my faults, and griefs, and never ending hate for myself for leaving heaven.

I only came to the world when I was laying in a stone room with flamethrowers, and carcasses that had been ripped open at the back.

There was a door at the side of the wall, and 4 other men were there.

It seemed that I was the first to wake up,

I stayed silent, unsure of what was happening, but also afraid that I had lost it for good and was conjuring it all up.

A man walked in, bald and wrinkly as he wore an apron, on his face was a sadistic grin that struck fear and terror into my immortal heart.

With him were 5 Giant sentinel-like men, clad in armor plating and unknown technologies.

His eyes lit up as he saw my awakened state, and he spoke in his German tongue, the words sliding off his tongue much like oil. "Ah! You're finally awake! Perfect, Perfect. I see that you have noticed my guards and these four men. All interesting specimens, yes but not as interesting as you" His words were foreign, but Iunderstood them all the same.

I stayed silent as he walked about, ranting and raving at all of my"Unique characteristics''. I didn't quite know what was going on, but Icared not. Well, I didn't care until the man said "In fact, I don't need the blonde one, do I? Yes, Yes. You kill Blazkowicz. "

My eyes were wide as I opened my mouth "Wait, no!". The sentinel ignored me but the man did not, his grin widening to horrific degrees as he swooned "Ohhh! Even your voice is lovely! My, with your superior genetics, we will prove that the Germans are truly superior!"

I was forced to watch as the blonde one was woken up by being stabbed, his struggling and feral glaring at the sentinel in vain, at least, until he died.

His death was horribly drawn out, a torture in fact, and I was correct, being confirmed not a second later as the mad mans lips cracked and said " Yes, Yes, Remarkable empathy for those with Aryan features, he is a true perfect Aryan! Ha ha! Yes! I have no need of the others, kill all but the true Aryan!"

I was forced to watch as the sentinels shot their guns, the bullets piercing their skulls and turning them to mush.

I gulped slightly, horrified by what humans could do.

"Actually, What is your name, my little Aryan?" he had asked.

Too shocked to not answer, I replied with "Lucifer"

The man's lips cracked and bled as his eyes were set aflame with passion "Morning Star, hm? A perfect name for a specimen such as you. Guards, come with me. Nonono, You stay here. I need to grab the Director"

He left the room with his sentinels, leaving one to watch me, its metal helmet cold and uncaring as it stared at me ,

I knew nothing of my situation, not now, only that I needed to be free, and for that to be true I needed to escape.

My panicked eyes searched the room, looking for any way to get out, at least until I saw a pipe.

Sitting up, I scooted over to the discarded pipe, careful to not make myself seem as though I were hiding something.

I picked the pipe up with my bound hands, and pulled my hands in front of me, the Sentinel standing and walking to me as it tried to take the pipe out of my hands.

I didnt let it, stabbing under the panels of the steel plates, and digging the pipe into the sentinels heart, making it still and drop dead.

I got up in a panic, Taking my hand cuffs and bashing the links against a metal corner.

The shards fell off, making 2 useful sharp, and thin metal pieces that I used to unlock the window.

As I climbed out to freedom, the last thing I heard before darkness was "NO! Guard, blow it up! If I can't have him, no one can!"

The room exploded, a chunk of metal rocking my head forward as I fell into the water below, losing the ability to fight as a warm, and wet liquid trailed down my neck.

I had woken up some time later, being wheeled into a gray room with gray people and gray walls.

My vision had been different, the world had turned dull and cold, all the beautiful and vibrant colors draining into a bleak Gray, nothing made sense anymore. There were nazis in the room, taking prisoners away, that much I could understand, but not much else.

The world kept drifting, my mind blank as I stared out into the world with the eyes of a corpse. While I was blank, the world outside was fuzzy and felt as though there were cotton in my ears.

I didn't understand much during the time I reminisced on my time in heaven, only that at one point a caretaker tried to take me somewhere privately only to be rebuffed by my primary caretaker, Anya.

The world drifted like a river without me, the outside changed from sun to moon and the grass turned dead and covered with snow only to be replaced with vibrant green grass once more.

I had watched the family owning the mental facility have birthdays and christmases and celebrations of the new year all while morose and dark days consumed them as they were forced to hand over patients.

They tried, oh how the owner tried, to keep them there, yelling and spitting anger at the nazis only to fail, time and time again. And then, they came for the last time.

The Nazis had marched into the facility, telling the owner that the Nazis no longer needed his services, only to shoot him. The world flashed a brilliant, deep, and icy blue as the guns shot rang through the air.

The corpse of the owner fell and hit the floor, his shocked and despair ridden eyes staring into mine for a heart-rending moment before they turned empty, another future, another potential perspective lost to the world.

The group of Nazis took Anya with them, beating her into unconsciousness and dragging her with them, the world flashed Red, bleeding to blue before they fully left.

The world paused as the Nazi went around the room, shooting the patients in anger, Each gunshot coloring the world in Ice longer and longer, Until, the Nazi had one more person left. The Nazi stopped before me.

Before he could pull the trigger, the world turned into Ice, and Flame, my clenched fists raising from the seat as I stood, my eyes blazing iced flames burning frostbitten holes into the Nazi in front of me.

He looked at me, his eyes confused as he tried to process what was happening, only for his eyes to be ripped from his skull by my hand, and his head to be turned to paste under my foot.

I stayed silent as my shirt was torn to shreds, my wings bursting from my back, the feathers stained red from the blood of Nazis, and the roots stained black from my rage.

I stalked out of the door, taking the shitstains gun with me as I left. I had lost all my power in the abyss, the only thing left to me were my durability, strength, knowledge and wings.

I was as a feral animal, each and every muscle coiled and ready to tear anything moving fiber from fiber. I came across Nazis along my walk, their brains turning to paste and their deaths fueling my never ending rage for them.

I had killed all the Nazis in the compound at one point, the walls stained red from the mist of their brains and the blood of their broken and bleeding corpses.

Nevertheless, I stepped out of the house, my eyes icy and my long white hair hanging to my back as I stared out at the scared nazis before me.

One blinked, and the next moment he was dead, a red mist shooting out the back of his head as he dropped to the ground, no longer a being, and now a thing.

I turned to the other Nazis, my eyes blazing with quiet fury as one of the fuckers tried to call for backup. He died second, the others were not spared my mercy.

The tank had pulled up when I was placing Anya into the car I was about to steal, a drone flew out of it, quickly falling, now scrap metal after a well placed shot.

I circled around it, hearing the harsh german of two soldiers, their fearful eyes turning to me, before they were both turned into objects.

Two drones burst out of the Tank, quickly being gunned down before the Tank began saying it was to blow up.

I rushed into the car, climbing into it and speeding off. Unfamiliar with the vehicle, I started out shaky with the controls, learning quickly how to drive it.

It was as I was fiddling with the controls that I ran over a man. My panicked eyes shot up to him, only to turn cold as the Nazi flipped onto the hood and pointed a gun at me. I reached over the window, and grasped the gun before it could fire, the metal wrending under my fingers as he shot a bullet, the metal holding as he stared at me in horror. I said nothing and instead grasped his head with my left hand and pulped it beneath my hand, grasping his beheaded body and throwing it onto the road after his death.

Anya, having woken up from the struggle, looks at me in panic, only for her eyes to color with familiarity, and say "You can fight"

I nod absentmindedly and return to paying attention to the road, only somewhat hearing her question of "where are we going?"

"I dont know, Somewhere safe I guess" I reply, my eyes scan the road for any more Nazis as I hear Anya shift.

"Who are you?" she asks, her voice distrustful.

I glance at her from the corner of my eye before returning to focusing on the road. "I'm Lucifer, Former angel, now fallen angel I guess"

She clearly didn't believe me, her eyes hesitant as she looked at me with doubt. I sighed as I allowed my wings to unfurl from my back, tearing out of the feeble cloth bindings, their white elegant feathers stretching out across the car as they stretched. Anya looked on in awe even as I ignored it to ask a question. "Do you know where we can be safe?"

Anya seemingly snapped out of her reverie and snapped her attention to me, her brown hair fluttering in the rather cold winds and her blue eyes filling with realization and relief "My grandparents!" she exclaims, moving to take control of the car.

I allow her to, and sit in the passenger seat, my mind drifting as I recall the memories of the soldier I had gotten. Nazi's werent this advanced in technology, hell, in heaven we, the angels and He, had only gotten a smidge farther than this. Just how resourceful were humans?

We drive through the night, occasionally talking, sometimes Anya asks of heaven and our Father, at times of Hell, and other times she just asks questions to get to know me.

I answer,of course I do, it's only polite after all, but I feel strange during the encounter. I know of love of course, Father had shown all of us lots throughout the millennia, but, this feeling is strange. When I gaze at her my skin burns, my loins heat, and my neck buzzes and feels weird.

I had never felt this strange feeling so intensely before, I've felt it other times of course, but never as strongly. I've felt it when I gazed at Jophiel, Ariel,Haniel,Aurora,Faith, and the many other women in Heaven.

I frowned, focusing on the latest question Anya had asked "I remember reading of how you fell from grace after staging a coup in heaven. Why did you do that?"

My brows furrow as I stare at her, my mind buzzing with effort as I try to remember whether I truly did stage a coup. "I didn't go against our father, what do you mean? I fell from heaven because I ran, I had witnessed war and death and unmitigated destruction in the future and I ran because there was nothing else I could do. I had run before I was able to witness Father's newest child, Jesus. I am regretful that I couldn't see him, but I accept my mistakes as what they are, mistakes because they are not Heresy." I answer

Anya pauses, her eyes widening as her grip on the wheel tightens as she looks at me from out of the corner of her eyes, making my skin heat and my insides roil with that unknown emotion. "Y-you didn't try to take the place of God?" she stutters, making me frown and have to keep a hold on my emotions so that I don't blow up.

Taking a deep breath, I look her dead in the eyes "No, why would I do that?" My voice comes out offended and gravelly, making me wince at the implied rage. She immediately stutters out an apology before quietly turning to the road for a few minutes.

"On earth" she begins quietly, her eyes downcast "The bible taught us that you had given in to pride and thought yourself better than God. You had staged a coup against Him and had been banished to hell, only to come to earth and trick God's newest creation, humanity, to eat the forbidden fruit of knowledge in the garden of Eden."

I stay silent for a moment, turning to the road too before sighing and sagging heavily in my seat. "I admit, that could've happened were it not for what I had witnessed. Those brief memories of war from a human's perspective made me realize just how insignificant I am. None can oppose Father, and that both comforts and terrifies me. Because, what if Father were cruel? None would be able to stop him if he was after all. Still, I'm glad he is so powerful, because then I am comforted by the knowledge that Father is able to protect us."

Anya nods silently, and we both focus on the road, wheat fields and lakes passing us by as the car hums quietly.

We arrive at a house not long after our last conversation, and as I start to get out, my wings furling back into the space between nothing and something, I watch as Anya rushes to her grandparents, the three of them embracing and soon breaking down as Anya tells them of the tragedy.

I begin to walk towards them when the trunk of the car rattles. My face turns to stone and I walk to the back of the car, and wrench the trunk open, breaking the lock and revealing a Nazi.

My hand shoots to his face as he tries to stab me with a crowbar. Just as I'm about to crush his head beneath my fingers, I rethink it. Instead, I allow his feeble attempt at an attack to bounce off of my stomach, and grasp his arm. I twist and his arms snap as he screams.

I lift him out of the trunk and drag him over to the trio whose attention was turned to me at the sound of the screaming.

The grandmother, seeing the Hitlers Brand on the arm of the nazi beneath my grasp, rushes to my side and begins to furiously slap the man in hysteria, breaking down in tears as Anyas grandfather steps in and hugs her, quietly telling you to tie the man up in his basement.

I nod and walk off, carrying the bruised and beaten man with me as he groans in pain.

It doesn't take long for me to get him secured and I quickly return to the first floor. I walk in on Anya and her grandparents talking quietly about something. Not wanting to waste time, I take a seat, the squeaking of the wood on wood getting their attention.

"Okay, I need information."