If Lucifer Were to Love...

This is my first story i've written on here. Please be nice? I would love Rates and Reviewing.
But enough of my ranting!ing
On with the story!!!

*** This is a Background Check on Lucifer and his life, like little intro. Not much happens at all. Yet it hints at things. I am currently right now at the second working on the next chapter. Please be patient with me. ***

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Lucifers Background and POV

I knew what I had done wrong, when I fell from the glory land above me. Being jealous was a sin. And I knew it all too well.
But those two ‘humans’ (as he called them) seemed so much more important than me, and who was I to say I wasn’t a god when I was doing all the work? Of course I would finish those little tasks he gave me without a word. I was raised to do so.
And yet I do not regret making them fall into the sin of temptation, as I have fallen into the sin of jealousy.
No matter how many times I remember the speech of how I had done such wrong; a beautiful angel like me had sinned so greatly, I do not feel any regret.
I had wanted a beautiful world, something I could rule, sure enough, I did not know what kind of world I would fall into. And now that I do... I wish I would have called myself a fool for thinking it would be just as lush.
Yet I am not unhappy. I do enjoy this place, I fear it has twisted me, corrupted me with the sins it is to hold.
I suppose time will tell me how corrupted I truly am.
When I had fallen I was happy to say that this could be a good thing. To fall from such a great height was exhilarating. I suppose this was because I knew I would land on my feet, even as my beautiful wings had turned back, I felt a slight freedom in my chest. I did not have to deal with the ‘humans’ anymore, and had no more little tasks to tend to. I was a god of the land he had given me.
And I was to rule over the beings that belonged there.
But when I had fallen past the constellations, my wings burning as they shed there white feathers and instantly spouted black. I had never thought it would have come down to this. This strange world god had given me was in the center of the ‘humans’ ‘earth’ a giant round ball that floated in the sky, strangely it was not held by the puffy clouds I had so greatly known. But by a thing called Gravity.
As I had neared the world I could see plant life and water all across its surface. It astounded me. I had taken care of the ‘humans’. And had tempted Eve to eat an apple from the tree. In a strange way I wanted her to break the rules god had given them. Perhaps so he would praise me for being such a good angel. Either way, I had instantly figured my place would be just as heaven related. The air crisp and fresh and the scents were beautifully sweet. But when I had passed though layer after layer of solid cold rock. My mind became to realize, that falling was not a good thing. To break a rule and sin was more punishable that I had imagined. And I now feared I would be a god of something I had so greatly hated.
When I had halted the earth slammed shut like it was locking me inside this fiery pit.
I was no god, and even if I were, I was not proud of what I ruled.
It was a place of brimstone, and flames so wild that they roamed as they pleased like they were alive.
It made me mad; I had wandered endlessly though that pit. The fiery world of an endless darkness.
I was told to keep all the sinners there. To punish them, as I was punished.
Yet I would not receive any sinners for a while. And I was trapped in a giant abyss all by myself.
A fallen angel named Lucifer, a god, a prince of darkness, over a world of torture and everlasting flames. The endless time had made me start to talk to myself. Soon strange creatures formed from the dark, they would not obey me, and it ended in bloody fights I had easily won. Soon, after the world was inhabited with such ugly beasts. My short trimmed hair had grown long and sleek. My well structured body that had been beautiful and agile was now coaxed in scared muscles. I had transformed into a body of sins. My beasts now bowed at my presence, as I was there master. They did nothing more than fight with each other, perhaps as an entertainment for me. My mind had grown accustomed to the growls and screams from there gruesome mouths.
What had been a sound of terror and fear to my ears. Was now a comfort that I was no longer alone.
The flames also started to obey my movements, shifting away from my body as if I were water. It wouldn’t touch me, innless I were to ask it, it responded like a pet. I was a controller of a basic element. One the ‘humans’ would take a while to find. I did not know the time, nor how many days passed as I lay awake in the fiery pit. I did not sleep, for the urge passed after a century or so from falling into this place.
Soon this control over such small things made me power hungry.
And the screams I was becoming fonder of.
I had learned the more pain that had been caused, the longer the scream.
I was addicted to the sound, always smiling as the loudest of screams caressed my ears. I truly was no longer alone.
The next day, I had a man inside my kingdom. He was pale. And at his appearance two giant gate doors filled with spiky and cold bitter metal seemed to keep him out. As if it was waiting for my permission to let him inside. He by the look of his greedy eyes was a sinner like me. I allowed him into my abode, and the demons hungry for something else to torture dragged him away letting the flames lick at his body. Yet he did not die. I did not understand this concept at first.
Soon more and more people aligned at my door.
Some seemed frightened, others seemed insane and of such a great sin they could not prosper properly.
Each one was dragged away by my demons each one ranged of different ages, shapes and sizes.
I soon learned that the beings that came to me were sent here from heaven, they had died and death had sent them here. ‘Souls’. There soul could not die, and for being sinners they were to forever be punished.
Just like me.
Yet as I sat there, in my chair made of thorns and glowing brimstone and ash. I could not complain that the screams the ‘human souls’ made were much sweeter. Each day I was given more company. The sheer fact that something that spoke my language, something that looked like me, and had the same intelligence was wonderful.
This is ware I believe I started to go mad, and become insane.
I had started to acquire new feelings. The power of greed started to overcome me. I wanted more ‘humans.’ I wanted them to join my choir of screams, to make me feel as if they were all under my command, they were all trapped there forever, and I would never again be alone, never again would I be cast out, lead to think that it would be so much better than the place I had wanted.
So I had tried to use my powers to contact earth, to use the wild fire element, I so greatly controlled. It had worked.
Nightmares, greed, immense pain, lust, seduction, killing. It all seeped from my body, all of the emotions i had just gained sunk into the ‘humans’ world, there ‘earth’. The creatures that had been fairly innocent were now more corrupted than ever. More and more ‘humans’ came into my pit. The place I now called Hell.
The screams had increased, and soon I joined in on the torture. Seeing as somehow they were scared of me more than the mutated darkness. The demons of hell.
My story had spread on ‘earth.’ There were facts of me being some sort of beast. A man of red. I don’t see how such ‘humans’ could corrupt me like that. My body had grown black wings instead of white. But even as these ‘humans’ were dead, they looked no different than before. Why should I change so drastically, and not them? I also learned information from there pleas for me to stop the torture. I learned there weaknesses, what most of the sinners wanted. I learned the dates and times; I saw how there clothing shifted with each era. I learned how there were places that respected god. And how so little respected me. But I hear the prayers too. People think only god can hear them.
No.
I am also a god.
A god of the darkness.
A god of torture and pain.
And I hear pleas of greed, seduction, and jealousy.
Yet I do not help these foolish ‘humans.’
They had done nothing to help me as I fell into this pit. They were the cause for my fall. Even as I do like knowing I will never be alone with the more souls I gain, I will not help such a pathetic creature that will scream just from a lick of flames.
So I listen to there pleas
I control the souls, demons, and flames of hell.
I am the master of secuction, pain, torture, and over all the master of the darkness.
The religion shifts quite often, and every so many centuries I will achieve a believer in me. And I will watch them, as god dose watch his children.
Perhaps I am showing that I can watch my followers too. But yet they are not as greedy, they just wish for hateful things.
I have yet to help a single dead or living soul.
I was given a heart as an angel. And lately I have forgotten it was even there.
I do not believe as the ‘devil’ (what the ‘humans’ call me) I could ever love again. When god had shunned me, I had pushed off the concept that he did not love me anymore. But now as I am no longer ageing. My body the perfect aspect of lust in the darkness. And sitting in a forever rotting pit of fire, I believe he will never love me again. Never will I be his angel. His Lucifer. Never again will he be my father figure, but forever more I will be a master of the forgotten, betrayed, and black painted sin souls.

For I am a fallen angel.
The ruler of all hell and its contents.
I am your executioner
And your creator of nightmares.
I am Lucifer.
The angel, which has been just as corrupted as the sinners.

I will forever, live in sin.
And never, be forgiven.

Yet perhaps… there is still hope for me in this addicting thing called ‘love.’


-Lucifer