Okay! Just to tell everyone, the first chapter might seem a little odd to the rest of the story, because the story was originally going to be Lucifer/OC, but I changed it - and I like the first chapter, so I'm not removing it.

Disclaimer: See first chapter (for all chapters).

Seven milleniums...seven whole thousand years. When he tried to look back, he couldn't even remember what he even looked like. A touch of red, a glimmer of black...he could recall nothing but colours. It bothered him, really, though...that he was even thinking about the colours in the first place - that he was even thinking about him at all. You'd assume that, after seven thousand years, you'd completely forget someone - even if they were the most important person in your life.

He was starting to believe that he really had horns, and whenever he recalled certain memories, he always wielded Neptune's spear. It was horrible what he had done to the image of that angel...his only true equal...

"My Lord, someone has appeared at the front gates."

Looking up to the angel who had spoken,Jehovah felt a small tinge of annoyance. Really? he thought of saying, A person at the front gates? I am so amazed! I never expected that!

"And what seems to be the problem?" he asked kindly.

"Well, our informants near the bottom of Heaven said that they hadn't seen anyone walk the stairs..."

"Oh?" Jehovah's eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Yes, my Lord. Should we allow him to enter?"

"Of course," he answered immediately, "All are welcome in Heaven, but...bring him before me, if you will..."

"Yes, dear God..." and he left.

It took but a few moments for the angel to come back with the man, whom they thought it was necassary toescort with two angels, not just one. They didn't move but to bow deeply, yet their facial expressions changed when the man only slightly inclined his head.

And that was when Jehovah realized it. He looked very familiar, this man did. His hair was pure black...long enough to cover one eye, but not to hide the silver earring in one ear...it seemed familiar. He seemed familar - and not just that kind of familar that made you think you knew his brother, nor the one that told you you might have glanced upon this man in the palace courtyards one afternoon. The feeling he was currently analyzing made him feel as though...he had at one time been used to this face...

The man looked up and fixed him with a piercing gaze that made him stagger back slightly - not only by the fact that someone had dared look him in the eye, but... Those red eyes...that pale skin...he had known these features at one point - had memorized every feature on his body, right doen to his ruby red lips, and long, black eyelashes.

And suddenly he felt very, very self conscious. He wondered briefly why the man hadn't bowed more deeply. Did he not think him worthy enough?

Jehovah moved his focus to one of the tall, crystal pillars that stood beside his throne. He watched momentaily as his long, white hair drifted in the wind - how the white feathers of his wings ruffled in the late summer breeze - and noticed, with a slight hint of embarrassment, that his golden eyes had widened in shock at the other man's appearence.

He couldn't be caught like that.

"Oh, um..." he murmured to himself, realizing he hadn't spoken yet, "I have been informed that you didn't ascend the stairs. How did you manage to find yourself in front of the Gates of Heaven?"

The other man, seemingly feeling the other two angels' gazes upon him, moved his eyes to look at the ground.

"I am sorry, but...I cannot tell you that," the guard on his left gasped slightly at this, "You see...I have no recollection of what happened before that. I remember few things..."

Then maybe...maybe he had met him before...

"Well..." Jehovah offered him a small smile, "I welcome you to Heaven, and offer you wings. Please, my angels, if you will..."

He gestured for the two guards to leave, and they did so, however with a slight expression of awe at this new man having been offered a pair of wings from the almighty God! It was unheard of...so rare...

But he honestly, really didn't care at all.

"Wings?" the man (now officially an angel) asked, and Jehovah was suddenly struck with how soothing, and calm the voice sounded. Why, it sounded more angelic...than his own...

"Yes, wings..." he replied quietly, "I'll teach you how to use them, on my own...I trust you know a bit of magic?"

The angel looked down, and a faint blush dusted his cheeks.

"I'm sorry", he said, "But I don't remember anything like that."

And Jehovah found himself saying, "Then I'll teach you myself...it's not that hard to learn. Do you have a name - I mean - do you remember your name?"

And the angel smiled - an innocent smile that was so - so - familiar - and said,

"Yes...my name is Lucifer."

Wow, that was a crazy (ily?)short chapter (I have a very good excuse for that. It's because this is like the intro after the prologue). And I've begun to not care at all about my grammatical errors - sorry if it bothers any of you - but if I spelled (spelt?)something wrong, it'll bother me. I think I'm using the Canadian spelling of colour, by the way...Anyway, REVIEW!

Oh, and I've just really started this story, come to think of it. I abandoned the original idea I had for this story. I have a better one, now!