I've been really inspired lately by all the wonderful stories I've been reading on this site, I thought I'd give it a try and throw my hat into the ring!
Here's how I picture the aftermath of Lucifer's rebellion. Please let me know what you think!
Oh, should also warn, it gets pretty.... violent.
The air that entered your lungs tasted of blood.
You tried to lift your head from the ground, tried to see more than the feet that surrounded you, but the heel that dug between your shoulder blades held you firm. Your head screamed from the pressure being forced onto your temples, you could feel the swell of your pulse as it struggled to creep past the boot in your back. It almost drowned out the commanding voice of the boots that paced before you, a voice you have known your whole life.
A voice that once called you brother.
You didn't need to look upon his face to know the glare he gave you, it was already burning a hole through your halo.
“Traitor! Deceiver! Slayer of your own kin! You declared war against God almighty, and all who stand with Him! You released the corrupted from their prisons-”
Your family, your younger siblings.. Six angels, all imprisoned for falling to temptation. As though it had been sudden, as though they hadn’t all, at one point or another, begged to be guided through the urges that chewed their insides. Like you hadn’t listened to their sobbed prayers go unanswered for the last thousand years.
“-and plotted the demise of the Lamb of God! You, who thought he knew better than the great Maker!”
It was written in the very stars you ruled over, why could they not see that? How could they not see the pain in each other’s eyes when He chose them over all of you, every time?
“Your false promises of freedom, to live outside of God’s light, as though it were possible!”
You just wanted your family to be seen as more than tools and weapons.
“Look before you now, Betrayer- your army lays in ruin, the Holy Son yet lives, and your status as the Morning Star has been taken from you! Your arrogance and pride has led you and your ilk to damnation. You are no longer my brother, no longer family, no longer welcome in THE KINGDOM OF GOD!”
The crescendo of his voice filled every corner of your soul with an ice cold dread, as though you had been submerged in a lake long forgotten.
“You will not see Paradise again. And to ensure you can never return.. Your wings will. Be. Clipped.”
The only companion to the silence that followed was the clink of armor growing more distant.
You desperately twisted your neck, scraped your cheek against the ground as you tried to look above you, but the boot on your back collided with your temple, and for a moment all you knew was searing pain and pulsing colors. You could barely hear the voices past your ringing eardrums.
“Michael I’m sorry!! I tried to stop, I promise! I was so hungrAAAAAAAAAHH-! NO! NO-NO-NO-NO PLEASE, PLEASE!”
The snap you heard felt like an ice pick through your mind. Your breathing grew ragged, and desperately you tried to shake the boot from your temple. Your efforts merely earned you a kick to the teeth.
The quiet sobs you heard in the distance were now hysterical. There was one voice that weeped louder than the others.
“S-STOP! STOP-STOP-STOP!! P-please don’t!! Flying’s all I have! It’s the only thing I’m good at Micha-EEEEEEEEEEGGHH-”
After the snap, you heard the sobs yelp rhythmically, in sync with the sound of armor being jostled. It dawned on you with white hot terror what you were hearing when the final pop reached your ears.
It was a rhythm that still haunts you to this day.
Footsteps.
“Th- this is a nightmare.. It’s just a nightmare… It’s just a nightmare, It’s a nightmare, just a nightmare, It’s-just-a-nightmare, wake up wake up wake up wake-up-I-wanna-WAKE-UP-”
Your vision was no longer clouded with pain, but with tears.
“M-Michael, please! See reason! I wasn’t trying to corrupt you! I lo-AH! MICHAEL, PLEASE! I LOVE Y-AAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!”
Tugging.
Two pops, then sobbing.
You bit into your lip until it weeped like your eyes.
“All of this over some greedy humans, mate!? Michael you were there! You saw what they did to each other! I WAS ONLY TRYING TO HELP!!”
It was getting harder to breathe.
“YOU FUCKING BASTARD! YOU HYPOCRITE! WHY IS IT ONLY OK WHEN YOU DO IT-”
“I will kill you.. for what you've done.. for how you treated them.. you narcissistic, self-righteous, sadistic ABUSIVE FUCKING-”
Two pops.. but no more noise came from the angel, just the others, whose screams carried a far deeper terror than the pain from before.
A shadow loomed over you.
The crushing force of the boot on your head was replaced with a hand that threatened to rip the very scalp from your skull. The sudden yank that brought your gaze up made your vision blur as the blood lagged behind. Beyond the fog, you saw the silhouette looming before you, felt the heat from his halo biting at your cheeks. You stared up into the face of God’s warrior, and the fury behind his eyes made you forget any pain you may have felt. All you knew now was terror.
Your eyes caught the red that painted his face, that flowed through the groves and engravings in his golden armor, that slithered down his blade and dripped onto the floor. It stained the cloud beneath you both.
“What are your final words, Deceiver."
A memory flashed behind your eyes- a warm summer’s day, where you and your brothers all held your finest sticks and declared war in tiny voices. The sound of clashing wood and bright laughter. The feeling of pride as your little brother bested you in battle. The words you spoke to him as you took his outstretched hand.
“Are you proud of yourself, Michael?”
Those words no longer carried the warmth of a summer’s day.
You stared at his face carefully, at the corners of his grimace, at the furrow of his brow, at the fire in his eyes. You watched to see if your words had reached him at all.
And you were punished for doing so.. Severely.
He paced around you, out of your sight. You felt his powerful steps circle to your back, and once again a boot collided with your shoulder blades, forcing you to the ground and the air out of your lungs. You barely had enough air to scream with as you felt the first joint of your wing bent passed its limits until -CRACK-
Like a stick snapped in two by a child’s over eager jousting.
Then your screams went mute as he gripped the bone that connected to your back and snapped that, too.
Then the bones connected to that.
He moved on to the next wing.
Would the humans be given as severe a punishment?
Of course not. They deserved the world, in His eyes.
You would’ve passed out a while ago, had the pain not kept you trapped here.
Is this really what the stars had wanted for you?
You thought of your siblings, weeping in their cages. Would it have been better to leave them there?
….Had Father ever loved you at all?
The ground beneath you shifted, and you barely realized you were being dragged before your broken body collided with a pile of other broken bodies.
Slowly, your shaking arms lifted you enough to take in the heap beneath you- five figures, wings ruined beyond repair, weeping and staring and screaming, drenched in the blood of the sixth figure, who lay motionless on the ground, and whose head stared blankly at the sky as it laid at his feet.
You, too, prayed that this was a nightmare.
Then you remembered you no longer had a God to pray to.
Michael stood before all of you, and behind him, you could see the audience that had witnessed it all.
Amongst the crowd, you spotted your closest friends.
Raphael looked pale, almost as pale as the body bleeding out beside you.
Gabriel couldn’t look your way for more than a second before his eyes fled elsewhere, and in his arms, shaking like a candle flame.. Was Uriel.
He clung to Gabriel’s robes like a frightened child, his face mostly buried in the fabric, save for one sapphire eye that sparkled with an endless flood of tears. He almost looked to be in more pain than you. Maybe that was partially true. He felt your eyes on him, and looked up from his hiding spot.
He looked terrified. He looked lost. He looked heartbroken.
You wanted nothing more than to reach out and wipe those tears away, and you began to weep again when the realization hit you.
You would never see him again. And he would never know how much you loved him.
You held his gaze, and despite the pain, carnage, and horror around you… You smiled. It was the last gift you could ever give him.
Desperately, pathetically, you try to tell him your true feelings, mouth to him a final message with your bloodied lips.
You never got past the first syllable before you felt the ground swallow you whole.
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