Hi this is my first fic, All Harry Potter books belong to J.K. Rowling
(sigh) I have no money, don't sue me, yada yada yada
Prologue
After The War of Heaven, Lucifer was cast down into the depths of the world.
And as he fell he grew to understand, humans were so pathetic, and so insignificant, he grew to understand why he had started his War on Heaven, and as he understood he began to lothe and dispise humans and all the imperfections they stood for. And his angel existent grew bitter and his soul was marred with hatred.
And after an eternity he stopped falling, and he looked around himself, and he saw a realm of his own, to fashion as he desired, an unspoilt paradise in his eyes.
And Lucifer reached up, and flung himself against all that God stood for and touched his beautiful, white angel wings, that were broken and bloody from The Fall. Reaching up he took them in his hands and tore away his last shreads of happiness and hope, his last shreads of the gift he had been given.
This was his first sacrifice of many, a sacrifice to himself, and with the power of this sacrifice he reached out to the blank paradise, and fashioned it as he pleased. In his domain he fashioned a twisted, bright mirror of his soul. And he looked around. And it was good.
But now, now he understood. He now plotted the demise of Gods favoured, he knew he had to wait, but he didn't care, he had an eternity to wait, So he sat in the depths of his soul, while the other angels cowered at his feet, and he plotted.
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Mean while, a man who had suffered a similer fate sat and plotted his return. Too stubborn to die after he had been cast aside he lived here, in this no-place. Where no one knew of his existence but his chosen one, the one that would bring him back, maby even at the cost of his own life.
Before him, was a what looked like a huge many-levelled chess board, the highest board, sat many figures. One of the white players, was a tall man, with a crooked nose and long snowy beard. The man smiled, cold hard and cruel, as he touched the player softly, he was pathetic, yes, but there was far more protecting Hogworts head masters than a glorified pet pigeon and a mouldy castle, no, Hogwarts head masters had other power watching over them, especially this one, there were various other players, a blonde haired young women, a tall, dark haired man. 'Ahh,' He thought to himself, on one square stood a skinny dark haired boy with a jagged cut on his forehead that was half hidden by a shock of black hair. He considered reaching out to the boy, to torment him, if the boy thought the touch of Voldemort was painful, he would soon know better. 'No reason for that' he thought, 'He's doing all the work for me.'
I picked the basic Lucifer story up from somewhere, I wrote it out for the purposes of this fic but I needed it to show similarity, if its against the rules, just tell me and ill get rid of it ( Okay, well please review, thanx Hannnah :P
Prologue
After The War of Heaven, Lucifer was cast down into the depths of the world.
And as he fell he grew to understand, humans were so pathetic, and so insignificant, he grew to understand why he had started his War on Heaven, and as he understood he began to lothe and dispise humans and all the imperfections they stood for. And his angel existent grew bitter and his soul was marred with hatred.
And after an eternity he stopped falling, and he looked around himself, and he saw a realm of his own, to fashion as he desired, an unspoilt paradise in his eyes.
And Lucifer reached up, and flung himself against all that God stood for and touched his beautiful, white angel wings, that were broken and bloody from The Fall. Reaching up he took them in his hands and tore away his last shreads of happiness and hope, his last shreads of the gift he had been given.
This was his first sacrifice of many, a sacrifice to himself, and with the power of this sacrifice he reached out to the blank paradise, and fashioned it as he pleased. In his domain he fashioned a twisted, bright mirror of his soul. And he looked around. And it was good.
But now, now he understood. He now plotted the demise of Gods favoured, he knew he had to wait, but he didn't care, he had an eternity to wait, So he sat in the depths of his soul, while the other angels cowered at his feet, and he plotted.
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Mean while, a man who had suffered a similer fate sat and plotted his return. Too stubborn to die after he had been cast aside he lived here, in this no-place. Where no one knew of his existence but his chosen one, the one that would bring him back, maby even at the cost of his own life.
Before him, was a what looked like a huge many-levelled chess board, the highest board, sat many figures. One of the white players, was a tall man, with a crooked nose and long snowy beard. The man smiled, cold hard and cruel, as he touched the player softly, he was pathetic, yes, but there was far more protecting Hogworts head masters than a glorified pet pigeon and a mouldy castle, no, Hogwarts head masters had other power watching over them, especially this one, there were various other players, a blonde haired young women, a tall, dark haired man. 'Ahh,' He thought to himself, on one square stood a skinny dark haired boy with a jagged cut on his forehead that was half hidden by a shock of black hair. He considered reaching out to the boy, to torment him, if the boy thought the touch of Voldemort was painful, he would soon know better. 'No reason for that' he thought, 'He's doing all the work for me.'
I picked the basic Lucifer story up from somewhere, I wrote it out for the purposes of this fic but I needed it to show similarity, if its against the rules, just tell me and ill get rid of it ( Okay, well please review, thanx Hannnah :P