The rumors reached his ears. There is a sorceress who may have the power to kill God, and the one who will become Satan seeks her. Requested by a tumblr anon!

Mage of Violet

The war was a cruel one. Savage, merciless, with a rampaging God who refused to pity the poor humans.

And he was Lucifer, the one who obeyed God and enacted His will. If God, the Creator's masterpiece, willed it, then he would see to it that it would be the law of the world. Compared to the other angels, Lucifer was the leader of Heaven's guard. He was powerful and equally unjust, sneering down at pathetic humans who dared stand against the rule of their God. With a simple snap of his fingers, he could wipe out hundreds in a calamity. Devastating earthquakes to swallow them up or tornados to slice through their bodies as they were sucked into it, it was all to make them writhe and know their place.

Yet, he heard her name through the angels' whispering. It was gossip at first like the chatter young students at magic schools would murmur. The rumor of a woman beginning to lead humanity's forces reached his ears. She was said to have mastered ancient magic rivaling the power of God. Some claimed she could be the next Creator if she ever battled the one even mightier than God, but one thing was certain: she was a mage who could kill angels.

It made him scoff. No mortal woman could dare stand up to the likes of him or their God. If she had defeated some angels in his forces, it meant they were weak. Perhaps they were flukes or they were careless, and he refused to let anything sully his prominence. God and the Creator, they expected so much of him, and he couldn't let them down.

Not for his sake anyway. They would smite him and move on with the next angel to lead His forces. He would be forgotten, time ignoring his name, the world spinning faster and faster as the war rampaged.

As his skin crawled, he sought her. He needed to meet this mage who dared stand up to Heaven. He'd be the one to smite her, and his name would be praised and sung by the angels.

Living another day, that would be the reward from God.

He sent a message to his cherubs and ordered them to find her to issue a challenge. One duel between them and it would be over. He vowed it would settle the war between the heavens and humanity. No more humans needed to die. It was a promise that would surely entice humanity's savior, one which he assumed would be her downfall.

The promised land was a meadow. Grass which sprouted up and tickled his knees, towering trees which dominated the sky, and the air so fresh it would have purified even the cruelest sinner, it was a perfect place for their duel. The land would be baptised here with her ichor, and God would rule it just and good.

And parting through the trees, she approached him.

Lilith, humanity's hero. Strong, resolute, with a fire burning in her eyes so hot that it could have scorched anyone who set sights on her.

He was struck instantly. His eyes widened, his lips parted, his heart sank into his stomach, and yet, he couldn't believe she was Lilith. She was dressed as the rumors claimed, but she was too young. She must have been only sixteen, perhaps a little older. Her short auburn hair twinged in the slightest hint of purple, the tears in her dress, the cracks in her armor, she had gone through hell and came back swinging, and maintaining her posture, straight back and hard glare, he knew.

She was stronger than him. She truly could fight the Creator.

Admitting so would be blasphemous. Bowing before her would end his life in an instant, and would she care? No. They were enemies. She loved humanity too much to care for the worthless life of an angel.

And yet, she spoke to him.

"You're Lucifer?" she called, dragging him out of his stupor.

"Yes. And you are Lilith?"

"I am." She balled her hands into fists and narrowed her glare. "Let's begin. Humanity is waiting for me."

"God has given His judgment. Humanity shall fall or learn their proper place in His order."

"As if humans will bow to such a cruel lord! Do you think we should continue worshipping a monster who subjects His own people to this?"

"If that is what…" He swallowed as fire coated her fists. "...if that is what He desires, then it must be done."

"Then you are a fool to fight for him." She raised her burning fists, magic spells embedding into her tongue. "Let's begin."

He raised his hand. "What are you getting out of this?"

She furrowed her brow. "What?"

"Fighting for humanity. Why? With your power, you should become an angel." He pressed his hands together. "God will absolve you of your sins. You could fight on His side-"

"Are you trying to win me over to the side of damnation? To the side which kills humans?" Lilith bore her fangs, her deep violet eyes filled with contempt. "And you say that with a prayer? You're an angel. You should be protecting humans."

"Angels may be the guardians of humans, but you humans chose to defy God."

"No. It's God who defied us."

Lucifer hummed. A tired smile spread across his lips as he raised his claws. "Your perspective is interesting. I'll see more of you in our next battle."

Lilith threw her hand out, blasting a fiery wave at his head, but he teleported away, his feathery wings propelling him in the sky. She didn't follow, keeping her flaming fists at her sides.

"If you're going to be a coward and run away, enjoy your last moments alive." She dragged her thumb across her neck, a smirk pressing into her cheek. "The next time I see you, I'll kill you."

He laughed a hollow tune. "We'll see about that, my dear!"

As centuries past, he would fall and fall and fall from grace into the arms of the greatest sinner the Creator had ever known.