God's Reign

Conflicted

Lucifer watched as Michael flew off through the dark skies of Hell. He sighed and rubbed his temples. This midlife crisis was a bitch. And a pain in the ass. He flopped in bed and groaned. The headache didn't help anything. After a bit, Lucifer sat up. The suppressed memories of his angelic upbringing surfaced through the black ice in his mind. He had always felt out of place in Heaven. He never knew why. But something inside him had always told him he didn't belong in the clouds. When Lucifer had been allowed to visit the living world, it had felt closer to home. It was his first taste of freedom. Something had awoken within him. Once God began playing favorites, it was clear that he didn't belong in Heaven. It only fed fuel to the fires of rebellion. It hadn't been long after when the uprising began. Lucifer still didn't know what he was half the time. It was very stressful. He still wasn't over many things that had happened so long ago.

But it was in the past, and Lucifer wasn't the type to dwell on it. Sure, there were still things that needed to be sorted out. He had unfinished business. Shame he couldn't settle the scores himself anymore. But he still had friends in Heaven. And with the right motivation, he knew he could convince them to help. After all, with his dear brother helping to avenge him, he might as well have some fun too. Lucifer sat at his desk with a grin. He wrote a series of letters to his old friends and acquaintances. With some dumb and demonic luck, more of Heaven would see God for what he was behind the curtains.