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“Father, you summoned me?” Lucifer bowed in respect standing before his Creator.
“Yes, my child.” God smiled motioning his son to step closer. “See, my child.” He spoke, taking Lucifer’s hand in his own.
A spark passed through Lucifer’s body, and the world around him dissolved into light. He saw a vision. A vision so beautiful, one of breathtaking beauty unlike anything he had ever known. Life bloomed before his eyes, from a small little creature to beautiful being. A creation of new life. Tiny, fluttering angels, pure and light. His heart swelled. He had never seen those before. Can he be blessed with one to?
Then, without warning, the light darkened.
Happiness bled into sorrow; beauty rotted into cruelty. He saw death, greed, agony, and despair—things he had never imagined could exist. The vision broke, leaving Lucifer gasping.
“F-Father...the vision- what was it? So beautiful yet so cruel. I-I have never seen something like that.” Lucifer stammered still trembling.
“That, my child,” God said softly, “is my creation. A new world.”
“A new world?”
“Yes, my child. A world of life and death. Of goodness and wickedness. A world in balance. For where there is a life, there must be death.” As He spoke, He waved his hands and, the same vision shimmered in before them once again. “Isn’t it astonishing, my child?” God smiled looking at the visions of his creation. He wanted to share his creation firstly with his favorite son. His first son who had live with him for millennium, closest to him.
Lucifer’s eyes glowed with wonder. “It is, father.” Lucifer smiled, his gazed with fascination at vision in front of. “Father? Will I ever be able to create little angels like them?” He asked staring at the image, where one being cradled a tiny angel in its arms. God lightly smiled turning towards him. “Someday you will, my child.”
“Truly, father? I will be blessed? They’re so beautiful...so precious.” Lucifer smiled in glee, unconsciously his hand moving up to touch the moving pictures in front of him. Just as his finger brushed the air, the images disappeared, replaced with different image that he had not seen earlier. What particularly different was that he was staring at his reflection. No, it wasn’t him, it was but so different than him, like he was staring at his older and darker self. A different self, smiling like a sinister, sitting on a throne.
“Father? What is this?” He questioned pulling his hand back.
“As I said,” God replied, his voice calm yet heavy, “where there is life, there is death. To keep the balance there must be guidance, where goods deeds must be praised and wicked ones must be punished. You, my son, shall be that guiding light. The balance that shall govern the destruction and salvation which these beings lead themselves to. And protect the good.” He caressed Lucifer’s cheek with affection.
“Father...” Lucifer’s eyes glisten. Father, trusted him so much to give him such a huge responsibility. “Father...do you truly believe I can protect the good ones, like you said?”
“Of course,” God said with immense proud. “You are my prodigious child. You are able to do anything you will.”
That day, Lucifer left his home to make his own.
An angel fell from Heaven into the world of obsidian.
From that day on, he was no longer like his other six archangel brothers.
He became the fallen one,
The King of Hell.
