Now, where should I start? I suppose how I came to be originally would be best. I was once told, you cannot go forward from nowhere, so my birth makes the most sense.
I was created out of love, like you mortal, but in a very different why. I was shaped from elemental fire, the same element that every star is made from. My father was lonely in his kingdom. He had conquered it, freed it from the everlasting cold of nothingness, but had done so alone. Having, in his conquests, grown afraid of the cold, he used the very opposite of the cold, dark, nothingness to form his son. So, out of fire, I was drawn and created.
For me, the birth was strange. One moment I did not exist, the next I did. One moment there was no Luke, the next there was, and he was his father's crown prince, and his father's head general.
Besides myself, Father formed many others of fire. You call them angels. And I guess I would have been, at the time, an archangel. Other archangels were formed, and Father taught us that those who led, the archangels, were made of the most loved fire, of the most powerful kind, and that we were to act as one.
Of the archangels, I was firstborn, and therefore, I was the leader. And for countless millennia, this is how it would be.
-Luke