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The Edge of Paradise

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He stood at the edge of paradise.

His cerulean eyes gazed past the darkness and void of space.

Those eyes.

Their intense stare held fast.

Earth.

Vast waters painted across this minuscule speck of a sphere.

Reflected in the abyss were oceans of pain raging deeply in his very existence.

Humans.

His Father insisted he subjugate himself to lesser beings.

Beings who were flawed beyond belief.

Why did his father love these abhorrent creatures more than his first children?

As he stood at the edge of paradise,

No being could detect the scent of utter contempt and sadness forged by his Father forsaking him.

One small glint of raw anguish flashed, barely perceptible, fleeting even.

The stoic facade returned to mask impenetrable walls built of resentment, rage, and revenge.

Anger erupted from deep within the Light Bringer.

In lieu of love, his Father bestowed a curse upon him.

A burden that bore down on him with such a force, it crushed his benevolence.

A burden that embedded in him the darkness it was meant to contain.

The darkness bonded his caustic and invalidating internal and external conflict.

Within him, a tangled web of malevolence formed, stifling his empathy and pushing it down behind the fortress of pride.

The vacuity of the darkness bore into his grace.

His brother's treachery manifested a malignant oozing wound patched with fury and malice.

Pride was his crime, his undoing, they said.

THEY said.

T H E Y...and his brother's abiding.

His Father's resolve.

Why should he lower himself to lesser beings?

Why are the celestials, his brothers and sisters, commanded to laud humanity above God?

So his Father labeled him a petulant child.

Rebellious. Ungrateful.

His siblings shouted.

Disobedient! Prideful! Disloyal!

He felt it bubbling to the surface.

His angelic form began to contort with corruption.

His fiery wings flared with magenta, the grandest wings in all creation.

His brother, the first Archangel, approached with the stern face of a warrior, a General.

Their Father had commanded Michael to cast out the Light Bringer from Heaven.

The ever-dutiful son with his flaming sword raised high above his head. Regret etched across his face hidden by his fidelity.

In a booming voice that shook the universe, Michael handed down Lucifer's sentence.

"Samael, shining one, bringer of light and dawn; the morning star. Our Father is displeased with your incessant repugnance and antipathy towards his favored creation. There is no reprieve for you, brother."

Words uttered in Enochian; Michael's sword began to siphon the fire from Lucifer's wings.

The feathers began forming ice crystals.

The Morning Star cried out in agony as he began to feel a cold settle into his towering frame.

Michael continued, "It brings me no pleasure to expel you and those who follow you. You are my most cherished brother, but you defied our Father and I must do his will for I am a good son."

Michael brought his sword down.

A massive shockwave ripped through Heaven.

Lucifer and his followers plummeted to the Earth.

Their screams splitting the sky as they fell.

When he had stood on the edge of paradise hoping to plead his case

His Father had never showed.

No, his Father commanded Michael to unleash Heaven's righteous wrath.

His Father abandoned him.

The deity who favored him the most out of all the Host, left.

In absentia.

Gone.

Now, Hell holds his prison high in the dark nothingness deep in Limbo.

Why did his Father would banish him to such a place?

Why did his Father throw him away?

He allowed himself one final wail that continues to resonates through every molecule of creation, even now.

One final cry.

One last tear.

He allows himself one last look from exile.

One last look at his former Heavenly home before he turns his back, just as they had turned their backs on him.

[miserysinferno]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Lucifer (Supernatural), Michael (Supernatural), God | Chuck Shurley, Angel Characters (Supernatural), Fallen Angel Characters (Supernatural) Additional Tags: Prose Poem, Freeform, Heaven & Hell, Before Lucifer's Fall (Supernatural), Lucifer in the Cage (Supernatural), Angst, Betrayal Summary:

Lucifer's fall in prose...I poured my heart into this trying to capture how he must have felt in those moments. My work was inspired by the following quote:

"But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most, our one fellow and brother who most needed a friend yet had not a single one, the one sinner among us all who had the highest and clearest right to every Christian's daily and nightly prayers, for the plain and unassailable reason that his was the first and greatest need, he being among sinners the supremest?" --Mark Twain

[miserysinferno]

I write reader insert fics paired with Lucifer, Castiel, Casifer, Mark Pellegrino, or Misha Collins. I also write character POV poetry and prose. I haven't decided what I will share first.

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