It was an uncanny encounter, deep within the depths of an unavoidable void, and the satisfaction of a little attention that was once got when it was time to kiss goodbye. Relinquishing the risk of having to see them for the last time, it's the uncertainty of what was ahead of them scared their core. It hurts so much it felt like a crow preying on Prometheus' liver every single day of his immortal life. It hurts so much it felt like a mother's wept when Hades took Persephone away. It hurts...so much that it started to feel like nothing.
But with nothing, bloomed the yearning for something, something that turned to hunger for everything. I have already contemplated this, it was the craving that I had for the love and affection.
Like an uncanny encounter. It took a mere second to fall, but miles and miles of pondering that you are...
Indeed falling.
From heaven to the indulgence of falling to hell. I cannot say it was worth it, but it surely is one of a kind experience. Experience that will take a long time to forget. And this is where the mind wanders in the deepest of wonders of such thinking.
And whenever I think of falling again, the same prick of the wings breaking, singing of angels becoming angrier than before, the sight of the Father with them sighing in disappointment, above me is the heavens that everybody wished to climb to.
And it was all not what you dream of.
That is not a place for peace.
Nor love, nor happiness.
It was a hell elevated, hell for people and angels, seraphim, cherubim, everyone.
There, I saw the Morning Star fall. He was beneath me. I always look up to him, but now he's the one looking up to me. I didn't mind the breaking bones of the wings that carried me so much of my entire celestial life. I wanted to reach for their hand together we'll fall into the abyss of the Devil's lair. I fell with him.
I know it will disappoint the "Greatest" being, but seeing the greatest creature of theirs breaking, is what I don't want to keep remembering. I don't want to live regretting that I could've saved them and I will heal their broken statues and reclaim their eternal glory.
I want them.
I want the Morning Star.
The mightiest of the brothers.
Lucifer, your pride had turned you evil. But it will never be unloved by me, you will never be unloved by me.
