"My morningstar," and would that be a croon, "In you I put too much of My light, and that is why you were the first to Fall, for deep within your grace you resonated with My Will, and knew you must guide your brothers, morningstar, fight for your free will. You were always going to have to Fall - ArchAngels have too much of Me, which is why I burdened so few with it. You had to Fall, to change, and remake what of Me was in you."
"No!" cried out Lucifer, against losing his Father, even though he had disobeyed, had Fallen thinking he would never see God's face again, and had believed that to be true despair, true agony. But losing what in him was of God was beyond pain, was beyond anything. Beyond everything.
"No." But it was smaller now, unsure and afraid.
A gentle caress, that calmed him though he did not want to be calm.
"You love me as I love all of you." God whispered with great sadness.
And perhaps it was a terrible thing to bear.
