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    The angel fell. He plummeted from heights so high as to be painful. Down, down he fell like a rock cast from the top of a mountain. And, as he fell, his wings caught aflame and burned.

    They burned. The flames were high and smoking but he did not see them. The white plumes fluttered around him, burned, and smoked but he did not see them. He could not see the fruits of heaven anymore.

    The Fallen fell with his face to the sky, one last laugh to be had over his creator no doubt, and his arms stretched wide as his wings burned. He felt no searing pain, he knew of no wrong. For somewhere in his mind he was still linked to the Lord, he always would be.

    Lucifer opened his eyes and looked around his new home. It was dark and empty. It was so empty.

    "What am I now?" the Lightbringer asked himself as he stared at the emptiness of his home. Hands shaking, he walked to a throne of red flame and thorns. It was his throne, his to sit in and rule from, but he was scared. It looked so hot, so painful and he wasn't ready to be here. Not now. Not yet. It was too soon.

    "I am nothing now," he whispered into the stillness. "I am just The Fallen. Lucifer Morningstar, the Lightbringer, God's favorite angel is no more. I am nothing."

    If what he had just realized humbled him, Lucifer showed no sign. For his treason, God had sent Michael after him and Michael had beaten him. However, for his punishment he had been given a kingdom of his own, a world to rule where people would do what he wanted.

    "No," he said into the thick air. "Now, I am something more. I am no longer a servant, I am a Lord. The Lord of Darkness." Lucifer began to laugh a full laugh that shook the walls of his new home.

    "This isn't a punishment, God! This is a gift. I am free! And this is war," he stated and sat upon his throne.

    Its touch did not burn him and the thorns did not stick him. He was their master, after all. And as Lucifer Morningstar laughed at God's mistake, a pair of leathery bat wings began to sport from his back and his bright green eyes had a core of red.

    No longer did he care about being the best angel, the most fair of God's servants because now he was free. Now he was his own Lord. In time, God would realize his mistake and then he would cry because Lucifer was stronger now, much stronger.