lucifers chosen ( Book One Of The Chosen Saga)

prologue : the fall

Lucifer screamed in agony as the spear pierced him. His shocked eyes met Micheal's. His own brother betrayed him. The brother he had always looked to had done him in. "You are hearby banished from the heavens to rot in the lowly pits of hell. " Micheal's voice rang out . Honestly he hadn't truly expected this but, he could feel his rage boil. Towards the humans who, his father had commanded him to worship. To the brother who had turned on him.. the one he had thought would be there. His eyes glowed like fired as he spit towards Micheal. "This is far from over brother. Far from over. I will destroy everything you and our father hold dear." Lucifer growled out. He may have lost the rebellion but, the war had only begun. As Micheal shoved him from heaven he plotted their demise. Looking over at his old friend zackariah , their eyes met . They both knew what was to come. God would never win this battle. If Lucifer had to wage it for eternity he would. He would twist as many mortals as he could. He felt himself pass through the dimensional rift into hell and he prepared for the landing. A scream of agony escaping his and zackariah's mouths . They watched , disoriented, as the rest of his militia fell. So they had been banished. He lay there a while as the spinning and confusion continued. He could sense the change of temperature and the smell was atrocious. Sulfur settled in the air heavily. Slowly sitting up he looked around with a hand on his head. The pounding and dizziness was subsiding quickly for him but, he could hear as many others were affected differently than him. Their groans and the lurching could be heard around him . Taking a deep breath he stood. He felt his stomach clench a little from the sudden movement and shook it off. Looking around he studied his surroundings.
he would rule this realm. He would make hell the place humans feared. And he would turn the tainted souls who came here into his slaves for eternity. The torture they would endure and give would eventually turn them into the creatures he would deem demons. Standing he looked to his friend. Yes.. hell would be his domain and God would never win the war he would soon wage. For as long as there was humans who gave in to the temptations he set , there would be demons to battle. Each fallen had earned their place. Any who fell after this day would have to move up the ladder. A malicious grin covered his face and he spread his wings. Blinking he noticed each angels were no longer white. They were either skin ,like that of a bat or, their feathers ranged between dirty grey and black . He noticed that the higher up his ranking the darker the wings were. Zachariah had feathers almost as dark as his own. He would be his right hand. He had stood by Lucifer's side since before the rebellion . The fallen would also consider themselves a different species from this of heaven. Snarling at the thought of heaven his hand wondered to where his brothers weapon had been. It was healing slower than normal. It would scar and forever remind him of his brothers betrayal. Turning he decided it was time to have his castle built and then from there each building would be crafted. Looking down he startled.... His eyes and hair had both changed. His once beautiful golden hair was now midnight and his once Stark blue eyes were now red as the fire within him. He felt himself stiffen . He had always held pride in his hair and eyes. He knew why he now looked this way. As if being banished wasn't bad enough. He was being punished through his looks as well. Even his aura no longer shined the brightest . It was tainted with black and red swirls. Hatred seethed from every pore within him. Oh he was have his vengeance and he would bring the humans and heaven to their knees. Let the games begin he thought to himself as he began to command his fallen .