God's Reign

What am I?

Lucifer woke up in the dead of night. He groaned and sat up. Strange dreams had been plaguing his nights for the past week. He hadn't been getting any sleep. And it had only gotten worse these past three nights. With a heavy sigh, he looked over at Lilith. Her golden locks cascaded down her bare back. The thin shoulder straps of her nightgown were invisible under the sunshine waterfall. But Lucifer couldn't focus on his sleeping beauty. His restless mind wouldn't allow it. There was no rest for the wicked, after all. Lucifer had to sort himself. And soon. If only he knew how and where to start.

Lucifer kissed her head and dragged himself out of bed. He carefully tucked Lilith back in. He silently made his way to the small study down the hall. He turned the light on, took a drink from the mini fridge, and sat with his head in his hands. It was becoming impossible. Lucifer knew he was an angel. He had been born as one and raised to be one. But he had never felt right. He had never felt like himself. Perhaps that was why he had loved causing trouble. What if he wasn't an angel? But that was impossible. His father was God. His mother was among the few greater angels selected to be his wife. Yes, he was an angel by birth and by birthright. There was no doubt about it. But it just felt so wrong.

Lucifer knew he wasn't a demon. At least in appearance. His personality and actions begged to differ without hesitation. As he sat, his pure white wings appeared and wrapped around him. They felt so fake as if they didn't belong to him. Lucifer tugged at a wing until it nearly snapped. The pain was proof enough that they were real. Honestly, this wasn't the first time he had toyed with the idea of ripping them off. But they served him well. And for a moment, the faint golden glow around him turned a dark crimson. But Lucifer didn't notice.

Apparently, the denizens of Hell weren't free of having a midlife crisis either.