Hello, My Name Is Lucifer (Book III)

Chapter 1 - Call Me Gustav

Hello, lovelies.
My siblings must have told you a lot of stories about me already - about me, the devil. Satan himself. Call me whatever you like to - call me Gustav if this gives you a kick or pleases your perverted dreams in any way - but I would prefer if you call me by my real name, Lucifer-... or Luce. Don't dare to call me Lucy. I'm not a five year old girl.

But let's get down to the business now.

I'll try to start off with a dramatic monologue.

Here we go.

In the end it's always up to me. Whenever my siblings mess something up I have to be the one fixing it.

It was Gabriel's plan. He always wanted to be fathers favourite and so he took my wings and threw me out of heaven - I knew it all along. That's why I tried to flee when he ripped out my wings. I didn't rebel and I wasn't vain; I was a good angel and fathers favourite. I didn't deserve it and now I am in trouble because I'm one of the "fallen" angels.

Gabriel was the one who triggered my siblings so they would fall because then he could fulfil his plan. He never wanted to protect the rules. It was always him who was the black sheep of the family - not me. He told our father and our siblings that I would have tried to rebel so he needed to rip out my wings, but it wasn't true. I was the only one to know the truth.

Gabriel was the one who should have got banished from heaven. He was the one who was selfish.
He was the one who was dreaming about the apocalypse - that was his plan. The apocalypse.

I know human beings think the apocalypse is only up to kill them, but the truth is that it will make all the angels, who doubted God's existence at some point of their life or simply didn't trust his decision anymore, fall - it isn't about humans at all.

Altogether, all angels except Azrael and Gabriel himself would fall to earth - the archangels are an exception. Michael and Raphael still were in heaven, together with Gabriel, but it wasn't their idea. They would have tried to avoid all this if they could have - probably he found a way on how to kill them but he surely didn't know they wouldn't fall because I and god were the only ones who knew.

Gabriel managed it. He made three of us fall so only he could be father's favourite.

And even though I swore to myself I would never want to get involved with angels again, I took my sword and I left my home to protect my brothers and sister from falling.
Besides they would cause chaos because most of them had never been to earth and there would be thousands of them if they fall.

I knew everything all along but I never did anything. I was happy with my life and I was so angry at my siblings that I didn't care about them anymore. Azrael and Cupid were the only angels I talked to since I fell. I didn't exactly have a choice. We've been friends before I fell and when I did then they were the only ones to ever look for me.

But my troubles didn't start there, the main problem started years when I had contact to a demon. This night was the reason I left my comfortable and normal life. Not because I forgave my siblings and not because I was on their side - I always had been at the side of humans - but because I wanted the demons to die.

It was the worst night of my life.
It was the night my wife died.

I came home from town after meeting up with an old friend and when I walked inside I shouted "I'm home!", there wasn't a reply. It was unusual. My wife always waited for me and she always replied with a simple but lovingly "Welcome back." But not this time. This time it was quiet and all the lights in the house were out.

I switched on the light in the living room, expecting to see her sleeping on the couch, but she wasn't there so I called out "Dea?" - it remained silent.
All in sudden I heard a noise from the bedroom. I walked there and turned on the light.

I'll never forget what I saw there. Dea was laying on the bed with her face in the pillow. Her left arm was tangling off the side of the bed and blood made its way down on her hand and dripped on the carpet beneath the bed.
Her clothes had some blood stains on them and the pillow was soaked in blood under her neck on which you could see the end of a cut at the side.

"I didn't know you still have your wings. I thought you fell." The voice of a stranger echoed from the other corner of the room. There was a young man with wavy, dark brown hair and dark eyes sitting on the leather chair in the corner of our room. His eyes got even darker for a second to reveal what he really is - a demon, and not just any demon, one of the important ones who were just a important as we - the archangels - are.

"Who are you?" I snapped at him. I knew he was the one who did that to Dea. I could see it in his eyes and at his arrogant grin - it was plain obvious.

"Oh, well, some like to call me Taylor but please don't. My name is Dantalion." The demon got up from the chair and moved a hand through his oh-so-perfect hair, just then I noticed the blood on it. "But my name isn't important now. I should tell you that someone of your family is sending his regards - I guess you know who." He nodded his head and afterwards he disappeared in a cloud of black smoke.

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