Title: one day I'll be big and you'll be sorry
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: possibly blasphemous
Pairings: maybe a smidge Lucifer/Sam
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 245
Point of view: third
Prompt: Lucifer, He's not the bad one. (whether its in his mind or not, up to you)
Once, he felt loved. Felt secure and content nestled in his father's arms, cradled to his father's chest.
But then his father created new children, lesser beings. Not as gifted or as powerful or as beautiful. And his father, his perfect and magnificent and glorious father, told him to kneel before those puny and pathetic beings as if they were his father themselves. And his father made one more thing, a creature of light and radiance that shone incandescent, and his father called that thing Son and it was better, it was stronger, it was more than he could ever hope to be—
And he was no longer content. He was hurt and he was angry and he refused to bow to anyone but his father, his benevolent and loving father, and in return, his father cast him down low, told him to leave and never come back, told him that he had sinned and walked too proud.
He still loved his father, and maybe his father still loved him. But along with that love, he felt what would one day be known as hate.
(And in those later eons, when he meets Sam Winchester, he realizes that the vessel truly is a reflection of that confused and angry boy he used to be, when his father ceased to cradle him and chose another favorite, and he smiles at Sam Winchester and knows that this time, finally, they'll do more than shake his father's throne.)