So I stayed up until four thirty am fiddling with the darkness-official tumblr, and was just about to go to bed when this crazy idea popped into my head. And then I just had to fucking write it, didn't I? It's now half-past five in the morning, so please excuse any mistakes because I think my head is going to fall off.

This isn't canon, it's just a random, probably Supernatural inspired, idea wot I had.

Yup. Hope you enjoy!

xxx

Darkness
In The Beginning Was The Fall

I fell in a blazing trail of light, like a burning silver shooting star in the night sky. Except I was the morning star and I was streaking across the rose pink tinge of dawn. It must have looked pretty from down there on earth; a flickering shimmer of light in the air. But for me it was pain and fire and heat. I was in agony. I was agony. My blazing, burning wings were ripped from my back, and I screamed, I remember, screamed and screamed and screamed as they were torn out from the root and consumed and dissolved in flame.

I fell forever.

For an eternity.

At least, that's what it felt like.

But sooner or later, there came the impact.

The ground bucked underneath me, shock waves spreading out through the terrain. It must have set of half a dozen earthquakes at least. I lay there in the crater, smouldering. From what I've seen of the human world today, you imagine it as something romantic. A fallen angel. With pretty wings which sparkle and bare rippling chests, or dramatic gothic maidens with drooping pennons and bloody tears dripping down their beautiful, pale faces.

I was a burnt, twisted mass of flesh and bones. The impact had shattered me, broken me until I was nothing more than a jumble of blackened, roasted parts, with two streaks of flame licking down my back, more agonising than any other pain I was experiencing right then. I don't know how long I lay there, screaming, but it must have been a while. Sooner or later, the screaming stopped.

Let me die. I thought. Let me die.

But angels can't die. We just endure, endlessly.

So that is what I did.

I lay there and endured, until the crater healed, until the earth began to repair itself, until I was sealed in underground. I suppose that's where your idea of 'hell' comes from; a fiery pit under the earth. Well, I was under the earth, and I was fire itself, so I suppose you were right. I stayed in my hell as the trees grew over me, their roots twisting down to keep me company in my solitude. Human life arrive in the surrounding area, settlements were made, wars were fought, invaders arrived, more settlements were built, more wars were fought. Eons passed, and there I lay, burning, but not just with pain.

I still burnt with love, with adoration, with the desperate longing that a child feels for its father's approval. But my father had cast me down, for daring to love him more than anything. And gradually…gradually…that fire began to blaze in a different fashion.

It's funny how love can become hate.

But as I lay there aflame, buried under the debris of millennia, I learnt just how the most unconditional adoration can become the vilest loathing. That was to help me later on.

By the time they found me, my body was long gone, burnt away by the inferno. Only my spirit remained, my once shining spirit, reduced to a dull seething mass of shadows.

The set me loose when they were digging the foundations for the lab. It was growing dark, and they didn't see me as I wound around their ankles, slipping away into the shadows of the forest, biding my time. I just had to wait for the right time, the right person…

The right person was a twenty six year old woman call Catherine O'Sullivan. I could see into her mind, see how desperate she was for a son, see her despair at the news that she was infertile. And for the first time in thousands of years, I found my voice.

Come to me. I will heal you.

I still had some powers. Healing. Mind reading. I could shape my shadows into whatever shape I desired. And these powers were enough. Catherine O'Sullivan agreed to my bargain and I healed her infertility. She went away, and I waited for her to return with a child, an unwanted female child. A child that I could use to reclaim an actual body for myself. Once I had a body, then I could truly begin. But Catherine O'Sullivan tried to cheat me. So I, in return, made sure to ruin her marriage. But when she finally brought the child to Arbour Bay, she didn't give her to me. She left her on the door of the police station and fled. But still, that was close enough. I made sure that the little girl grew up with my voice always whispering in her ear, in her dreams. Little Mia. But she never came to me. Something always stopped her. So I decided to take more drastic action. The scientific complex was finished. And I found its occupants to be quite…interesting. So I fiddled a little bit here, a little bit there, enough to use their radiation experiments to fuel me. Give me a little extra 'kick', as you might say. And the effect that had…the effect that had, I didn't expect. Even though I had fallen, I was still an angel. And mixing my angelic energy with radiation only enhanced it. It spread out throughout the town, and to my delight I found that some children, little humans, still forming, were…affected by it in some delightful ways. Even my little Mia. And my plan began to develop. I just had to wait, wait until they were grown, wait until I could lure them to the lab…

I planted the seeds of the idea in some of the scientists' heads. A school trip to the lab. A few select students to try out the new virtual simulator. It worked like a dream. And once all my not-so-little children were plugged in, then the games really began. Like I said, I get inside people's heads. And when the children were living in their heads, I would have power over their lives. By this point I had found Cassandra. Her power made her wise beyond her years, and a decent tool for helping to carry out my wishes. Besides, her mother didn't treat her well. The first thing I had Cassandra do was kill her. I'd had enough of bad parents. But even with Cassandra, my plan wasn't entirely successful. I managed to win over some of my children, but not all of them. And all of them was what I needed. Over the next five years, I managed to recruit more. Enough to sway the tide in our favour. We conquered and defeated. We won the world. But there were still some who incessantly resisted, who kept fighting against us. And just owning the world wasn't good enough for me. No. I had to own the humans too. All of them. Of the creatures that my father loves more than he ever loved me. What are you? You are nothing special. Nothing. Nothing at all. You're weak, and feeble and flimsy. And you're scared of me because I show you what you really are. With me, you're just wild animals, full of lust and violence and hate and dull cunning. You fear me because I strip away the layers and show humanity what it really is; a pack of wild, untamed monkeys jabbering and screaming at the dark.

I hope you're watching now, Father. I hope you see me take your monkeys and crush the souls out of them, one by one.

I was the morning star, I shone bright and clear. But bright lights cast shadows. And shadows are Darkness incarnate.