Heavens Gift
Summary: Before Lucifer fell from the grace of God, he had taken something ever so precious from his Father. A precious soul was kept in a sacred glass bottle, sealed to protect what was inside. She who the Almighty Father favored was gifted many lives, many times over, and each was more blessed than before. Such a precious soul… and up until his daughter accidentally shattered it, he'd kept it on his desk as a trophy… and now… well, he wondered just how far her gifts would get her in hell.
Anime/Cartoon: InuYasha/Hazbin Hotel Helluva Boss
Pairing: Kagome/Lucifer/Lilith
I remember every life I've ever lived. They all end the same, with me imprisoned inside of a glass orb, waiting for my rebirth. Not that I was ever supposed to be given a body in the first place. That was some thieving on my part... and also how I ended up in this glass ball.
Oh... where to start. The beginning? That's usually where most stories start. It's a good place to start... a great place to start. The beginning... I am Time. My counterpart is Space. In the beginning, there was both Time and Space. We were not born to be human, we were born to exist, and that was it. I couldn't bear the boredom. Watching the lives of his precious children, born with love, given the will to act in devotion or defiance, to die and return to his warmth and grace...it was unfair! I, too, had wanted to live, love, and choose the outcome of my life... oh, but I did not have a life. Not a life to live, as I was neither alive nor dead, I just...was.
In heaven, a phantom of a body existed for me, and I was happy for a time. Yet, I craved for more. To touch, to feel warmth, I wanted it all! I couldn't bring myself to sit idly in the shadows, watching life play sensually, tauntingly before my eyes. I could no longer deny myself these desires of being a part of the Father's Plan. I begged him. I pleaded with him. Bequeath life unto me, breath me into being, so that I may live and die and know what it means to be. My other half had no problem doing that very thing, but I...
Father gave me a most special soul orb. I was already perfect in his eyes, yet he granted me my wish. I was born...and reborn...again, and again... and again. I will tell you, I do not regret asking for life, but to continuously be born in his light, to know that your every move is watched and that his Angels forever judge you. I will never live a normal life the way his precious children do. Unknowing of the judgment that truly awaits them. In his image, I will be burdened with rebirth until the end of existence...no, until the end of...Time.
Or so I thought...
(Yr - XXX)
Time stared out the orb; a shimmer along the impenetrable wall that trapped her followed her touch as she trailed her finger along with the glass.
"My child, you seem unhappy."
Looking away from the shimmer, she turned her blue eyes to the Father. Her Father. "I do? I am... no, I'm not. I'm not sure what I feel."
"Do these lives not suit you? is this not what you wanted?"
She sat down in her bottle, a bulbous bottom with a narrow neck, capped off with a shimmering diamond to keep her safe. 'Imprisoned, more like.'
"Truly, being a father is the hardest job of them all. I seem incapable of pleasing my precious children no matter what gifts I give them."
"As each has received a gift, use it to serve one another, as good stewards of God's varied grace...do I look like one of your Shepards of Faith?"
"You were my first daughter, my precious Time, and yet you show me so much distaste. How could you not know of my love for you? You are given life, as you've asked, and yet this does not please you? I will have given you worlds beyond Earth if it were to make you smile, but nothing seems to."
"Leave me be,"
"...as you wish, my child.'
Curling up into herself, Time cried tears that vanished as soon as they touched the glass beneath her. "I asked for a life of my own...not life that I would forever have to live in your light." Closing her eyes, she fell into a long slumber, hoping that the next time she opened them, she'd be anywhere else but her Father's office.
"This is terrible, Raguel. A great tragedy has happened!"
Glancing away from a fountain that overlooked the human realm, Raguel adjusted his attention. Turning his eyes from what was happening on Earth, he focused on the angel before him. "Raziel, speak. What is it that ails you?"
"It is brother Lucifer. He's been cast aside by our Father!"
"Ah, speak less. I should have said, speak less, Raziel."
"Does this not upset you? He is our favored brother, and—"
"And sitting so close to our Father has done you little in the ways of relaxing. Knowing our Father's secrets is not a reason to divulge them unnecessarily to our family of high." Bringing his attention back to the waters, he ran a finger over the surface. A trail of ripples following the motion. "Look here, no worries, no anxieties, and no one to tell them the secrets of their creator. Don't they look happy, Raziel?"
"They are not us,"
"Do you think yourself above our Father's creations?"
"I would never! I... Lucifer..."
Raguel nodded, "I think I understand the situation. Tell me, oh loquacious one, what was said."
Raziel recited their Father's words, "You were the signet of perfection, full of wisdom and perfect in beauty. You were in Eden, the garden of God; every precious stone was your covering, sardius, topaz, and diamond, beryl, onyx, and jasper, sapphire, emerald, and carbuncle; and crafted in gold were your settings and your engravings. On the day that you were created, they were prepared. You were an anointed guardian cherub. I placed you; you were on the holy mountain of God; in the midst of the stones of fire, you walked. You were blameless in your ways from the day you were created, till unrighteousness was found in you. In the abundance of your trade, you were filled with violence in your midst, and you sinned; so I cast you as a profane thing from the mountain of God, and I destroyed you, O guardian cherub, from the midst of the stones of fire. Your heart was proud because of your beauty; you corrupted your wisdom for the sake of your splendor. I cast you to the ground; I exposed you before kings, to feast their eyes on you. By the multitude of your iniquities, in the unrighteousness of your trade, you profaned your sanctuaries; so I brought fire out from your midst; it consumed you, and I turned you to ashes on the Earth in the sight of all who saw you. All who know you among the peoples are appalled at you; you have come to a dreadful end and shall be no more forever."
Raguel closed his eyes, "so our brother has fallen from His grace. These things are meant to teach us a lesson, so the pain of loss is all the more noticeable. Raziel, have you told the others?"
"I've not. What could I say that has not been said?"
"What has been said?"
"Nothing..."
"As it should be."
Raziel nodded, "as it should be."
The word of their Father was not to be questioned. The word of their Father...was never to be questioned.
"How could things have gone so wrong? I should have seen this coming."
Four wings fluttered indolently, grazing along with the undefiled white marble floors. "How far the Morning Star has fallen."
"Not with that, Michael. Not with that. I did this. My child forsakes me, the creationist."
"Would you have me deny these truths? I was created by you too, Father. I was not made to lie. I was created to release your children from fear and doubt. Perhaps, if I may be so bold, I can aid you too, Father."
"What can you do that I cannot do?"
Michael said nothing for a moment. He carefully crossed the room. His eyes touched along the walls, shelves, vases, and fountains. Many, many fountains. Stepping past the throne, a long winding hall led to the Almighty One's chamber. "Perhaps you need rest then?"
"...perhaps. No, you're right. I should take this time to rest."
Michael stepped aside and let his Father pass. Rest would do him well. He was sure of it.
"Strange..."
"What is?"
"Time... she's gone."
Michael stepped forward a few steps but dared not enter his Father's haven. "Is she due for another life cycle?"
"Not what I meant. Michael... her orb is gone."
"How?" Michael watched his Father step from the room and carry himself down the hall, stopping only when he stood directly in front of him. "Father?" A hand appeared before him with a red apple. "Ah...I suppose this would be the human equivalent to a temper tantrum? Should I send Gabriel to fetch her? He should be able to catch up easily enough with Lucifer."
Shaking his head, He was quiet for a moment before returning silently to His room. "My words have found the ears of my children, and they have learned from the trials I've placed before them, lessons worth more than the rarest of jewels. What kind of Father am I if I do not regard my own lessons with a grain of salt."
"What lesson is that, Father?"
"Nothing lasts forever; this too shall pass."
Me: I hope you enjoy this! I've been in a rut, so I'm trying to claw my way out of whatever hole I'm in. Let me know your thoughts!
