Truth be told, most had forgotten. Even he had, if he was going to be entirely honest with himself. How long had it been? He was not aware as he looked at Adam. At the scratch on Charlies arm. The fact that all of hell was kneeling was not really important. No, as he looked at Adam, no smile on his lips, no laughter in his eyes, it was likely one of those memories that was... well, lost in the midst of time. Or perhaps the fall? Ah, Adam was attacking him, blows coming as he tried to remove the hand around his throat.
He had forgotten to pretend to notice them. "Adam. I am going to let you go." Now, his tone was calm, as his daughter froze. He presumed that a few of the older sins could feel it as well. Could remember. Maybe even his siblings through the open gate? "Because I want you to do one simple thing for me." And really, he was not going to ask for much, not really. Just something easily inside the first mans capabilities. No matter how much of a disappointment he was. "I want you to run. You see, I am starting to remember who exactly I am."
Stars bloomed above them, solar winds searing, merciless pitiless orbs, serpentine in nature shaking off the dust of ages. The ring beneath their feet shook, something massive beyond words, beyond casual understanding, shifting. "Which is something that Lilith and I had been trying very, very hard to let slumber. Except that my wife is no longer with me. Humanity has proven to be unworthy of the gift I had tried to give them a very long time ago. I slept, because aside from my daughter?" He smiled. It was a cruel smile, the death of sanity. "Why should I even dream these feeble dreams?"
Pride itself moved and cracked, stone and dirt sloughing off the head of a serpent whose size humanity had recently started to grasp (astrological units, how apt), the flesh of the beast stretching down into the lower rings... the rings that were shifting, quaking as the serpent shook itself loose of its bindings. Oh, the nations on the serpents back remained, unmoved even as the creature to dwarf worlds began to wake. "Tell me Adam, you who are in a sense my brother, made by the same father, do you know what my name means? Would you like to know how I was born?"
Oh, he was sure he was being politely conversational, his tone wasn't full of the cold between the stars, should not be conjuring the cold from the dark before the sun and the stars. He could feel them, high in the heavens, as his truth echoed, as he invoked his actual self once more. "For before the First Day truly dawned, HE created the Heaven and the Earth. The Earth was Void and without form." Reality paused as he remembered, as he took in a deep breath. "And then HE said, Let There Be Light."
For the serpent was light. It was the stars and the sun and the radiance. The serpent was the light and the light was the serpent, a living star from which all the others sprang as hands let him go, a voice ringing with the very song of creation echoing out. A holy voice, a terrible voice. "Run Adam. Run and flee. Run, knowing that you cannot escape the light. Cannot escape ME."
And what was there to do, but to let him go, fingers parting as the light melded back in with his true self, the serpent that was hell unfolding, the rings of Hell revealed to be mere coils of the leviathan. And all of those that clung to his back stared, the enormity of just what had happened, was happening. Minds shattered and twisted under the impossible scale of just what was happening, of the very world they had called home. Some laughed, broken. Others laughed, that the old bastard finally remembered who he was. Others screamed as they beheld their sheer insignificance. And some looked on the serpent and saw something to aspire to.
And in the high heavens, as Adam ran in raw terror, no thought as he turned and flew, the exorcists fleeing along with him. Minor things, they may be collateral, maybe not. They did not matter. Only the one that dared to hurt his daughter. A mouth that could swallow the earth opened, as the serpent roared.
High in the havens, the oldest of the angels, his siblings, winced and flinched as the truth of the 'King of Hell' was revealed. Lucifer had never been confined to hell. Hell had merely been his own titanic form in the void, the greatest of the Archangels, who at the dawn of time fought them all and won till their father kicked him out until he learned his lesson. Which he had been too prideful and stubborn to do. Could they subdue an awakened Lucifer? Not likely, as Sera looked on with horror. No, their only real hope was that Charlie talked her father down, that she calmed him down once Adam was dead.