He has got to be the stupidest most idiotic being in The Kingdom. Though, that is to be expected from a man, I suppose. I suggest that those who go to Earth should have to do right by Him and be good people. Then he has to go all passive-aggressive on me, because lo and behold Lil' Luci messed up...again. She messes up everything.
"Well now Lucifer," He scolds in that quiet, superior tone he uses every time he speaks to me, "we can't control everything. Those poor naive little souls that leave paradise for misery should be allowed to screw up, in fact we should give them every chance possible to fail." <em>Well Father, when you put it like that it sounds perfectly sane!
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"I could run this show a thousand times better than Him. Hell, maybe even a million! We need a real woman in charge, like me, not some big, old, pompous, fat man who thinks he's better than me...I mean us! WHO'S WITH ME!?" I yell to my brothers.
I should have kept my mouth shut. I'm such an idiot. I guess I really do mess up everything. Why would they take my side against Him? Answer: They wouldn't. They wouldn't and they didn't. Now I'm naked on the cold, white marble floor. Hands and feet tied as if I were a pig. And the searing, agony of idiotic failure slicing into my back. Again and again and again until I fell almost numb. The pristine white marble floor is now stained with the silvery red of my blood and the black of my tears, a sinners tears, but there will be no repentance for me.
Thump! I scream as they throw my wings on the floor in front of me. My gorgeous, pure, shimmering white wings now streaked hideously by blood and the darkest hatred. I passed out.
He now stands above me on the edge of the ledge separating me from my fate below. He is telling me of my foolishness as well as His superiority. "Poor, stupid, little girl, you will never be nearly as grand as you think you are. Too bad, so sad. Good-bye Lucifer." He kicks me over the ledge and I feel my ribs shatter.
Now I'm falling. I'm Fallen. I'm Lucifer.