Lucifer
Angels do dream, or at least Lucifer does and he is an angel, isn´t he? It has become hard to tell over the years and millenniums, all alone in the darkness of the pit.
"I am an angel", he whispers to himself, over and over again, so maybe some day he can believe himself. "I am an angel, I am an angel, I am an angel" In fact he isn´t even sure if he is still alive anymore.
He is all alone in the pit. There is nothing to do, nothing he can do, but think and dream.
He thinks about revenge mostly, how he will punish the humans, those mud monkeys, the reason for all his pain and suffering, how he will make demons out of them, make them all his servants.
He thinks about his brothers, who stood by and did nothing when he was betrayed, pictures them all die screaming at his hands and laughs about it.
He thinks about God, how he will rue the day he commanded Michael to cast him down, him, Lucifer, the most loyal of Gods angels. And then he stops thinking about God, because some part of him, some stupid, childish part of him still wishes that his father hasn´t really betrayed him, that he will come and raise him out of the pit and say that he is sorry about what Michael did to him. He wishes for it so much, it hurts him more than anything else.
He never thinks about Michael.
Never.
"I am an angel, I am an angel, I am an angel"
But dreaming is not thinking. Dreaming he can´t control, and he dreams about Michael all the time. In his dreams they are fighting again and this time Lucifer is prepared. They fight hard and fast, without mercy, using every weakness they know about from uncountable hours of training fights against each other.
"I am an angel!", Lucifer shouts at his brother and water is coming down the cheeks of his vessel, even though it is not raining. "Say that I am an angel! Say that I am your brother!" Michael doesn´t answer, his face is like carved in stone. He parries steadily and secure, cold, without any emotion, like Lucifer is just dirt, not even worth a glance.
"I am your brother!", Lucifer screams, right into his face, but Michael never so much as blinks. "Say that I am your brother!" Michael never answers and Lucifer breaks screaming through his defense.
"I am an angel", he shouts, as he tackles Michael´s vessel to the ground. "Michael, talk to me, I am an angel!" And then he is just stabbing at his brother, stabbing and stabbing and stabbing, and Michael´s defense grows weaker and weaker and Lucifer is screaming and screaming and then there is the explosion, wings burned into the ground and Lucifer is hacking his brothers empty vessel to pieces, tears running down his vessels cheeks.
He never knows how he manages to stop, or where his blade vanishes to, but the dream always ends with him cradling the broken vessel to his chest and sobbing: "I am an angel, please believe me"
