The Tales Of the Ones Who Have Left Us

Betrayal: Lucifer

(Just FYI- The Archangels will be more back- story oriented. Also- slight mentions of Angelcest)

He was the Brightest. The most Beautiful. His Father's favorite. Although him and his twin bickered

and fought often, he was happy.

"Lucifer, no," Michael repeated himself.

"It is for Gabriel, not I," Lucifer sighed, holding the cloud closer to chest. "You know how much he loves them,"

"Yes, yes, I know, yet I cannot permit you to take it to him,"

"Luci! Luci! Is it a cloud, is it a cloud?" Gabriel tried to fly over, but his fledgling wings were too weak, so he toddled over on his little legs.

"Yes, Gabriel, it is," Lucifer leaned down and gently handed his younger brother the fluffy condensation of water. Gabriel thanked him with a wide smile and threw the cloud into the air, flapping his wings to raise himself a few inches up and catch it again.

"Lucifer!" Michael cried out.

"He enjoys it," Lucifer responded, stroking his brother's blond- brown hair.

"And? That is no reason to spoil him!"

"Letting him play is spoiling him?" Lucifer asked incredulously, glaring up at his brother, whose peacock wings were spread menacingly, fists clenched at his sides. Michael then raised his head proudly, vanishing, unable to argue any longer.

"Luci?" Lucifer sat and let the little archangel curl into his lap. "Why do you and Mike fight so much?" Lucifer sighed at Gabriel's question.

"We have different ideas,"

"Do you love Mike?"

"Of course I do, Gabriel. And he loves me as well. Our fighting does not mean we are enemies,"

"Are you and Michael going to kill each other?"

"Father- No, Gabriel. I never want to kill him,"

"Oh," Gabriel stayed quiet after that, until another fledgling approached, Gadreel.

"Lucifer! Gabriel! Father is making a new archangel!" Lucifer was surprised. Gabriel was still very young, and Raphael was in Michael's care, Gabriel in his. That meant the new fledgling would have to choose. Odd, this idea of free will.

The new archangel's name was Sariel. A small, almost weak- looking girl with bright orange- gold hair and wide, curious blue eyes. This was not her true form, of course. Father said He preferred His angels to take the appearance of their "first vessel". None knew what that meant, but Sariel seemed wiser than her age. Nearly always silent and solemn, she did not play with the others unless it was play- fighting where she'd easily beat the older ones. She seemed to gravitate to Lucifer's laid- back attitude and quietness rather than Michael's aggressiveness; however, she adored the fighting. She'd watch and fight with bright eyes and a wide smile. Once, when Lucifer and Michael fought, Lucifer had beaten his brother black, red, and blue. Sariel had analyzed every second, and when Michael left to tend to his wounds, she'd jumped up and hugged Lucifer, saying how proud she was of him, how strong and powerful and wonderful he was.

Gabriel was becoming older, he preferred to be alone, practicing the magic Lucifer taught him, so Lucifer found himself spending more and more time with the newest archangel. The aspect of her adoring anger and fights scared him, but thought she made up for it in her ability to peacefully watch the world go by below, laying on her stomach and studying Father's creations. She asked him questions every so often, but mostly kept to herself. Despite his worries, Sariel quickly became Lucifer's favorite, and he hers.