Change of the Old Brings the Recollection of The Fallen

The flash of lightning brought Satrania out of her trance. She had lost her tears in the rain. The only reminder of them was the salt on her skin, which she could taste whenever she licked her lips. She stood in the alley, safer there, and more alone than she was a few hours before at home. The sun had disappeared as the storm raged on, taking control of her life. She was drenched, her long blonde hair now turning a dark maroon from the shadows. Even the storm, wind, and shadows knew the blame was hers.

She didn't have any more time to mourn her loss. The shadows were approaching. She scrambled back on her hands, reaching a pocket of light just as the figures emerged from the darkness. Their skin was smooth, clear, and pearly white; their hair was a gleaming black, and all of their eyes were piercingly dark. They were human in shape, but a feathery wing branched from each shoulder blade, suggesting otherwise.

Anyone else would have seen them as their former selves, angels, thinking it was only the shadows that made the wings appear black. However, she knew better. They had been formed in a maddening time, as war raged between shadow and light, and she was the one who had created the devils, as they followed her lead. She had to choose a side, either one; the side with the wrongdoing, or do a coup, and do a rebellion.

A man stepped out of the circle of devils. He stood proudly, his pale skin gleaming, and his equally pale platinum hair hanging down to his waist, despite being tied up. He was the only one of the gathering of devils that possessed the trademark of the leader. A black crown rested upon his head, and she knew that it was created from both Hell's ash and Cupid's bones. The crescent marks that traced down the left side of his face and cheek showed his rank. Despite the thousands of centuries that had passed, Satrania recognized him instantly: the Lord and Ruler of Hell.

"Satan," he spoke, his voice cold with the cruelty of his reign of terror. His name for her wasn't quite right, and his mistake made her want to crack up and grin, but she masked her emotion knowing it wasn't the time. She knew him and what he was, just as she knew all that happened in the Shadow Realm of Hell. She had once ruled it. Not only had she created him, she had created it all. To most, an evil being is deserving of an equally evil name, but she thought differently. She felt proud of the names the humans feared, as like all things, names had power, even the ones rarely spoken out of fear. It was another way to show God she would rival him.

"Lucifer," she replied back, in the same manner as he had said her name. It was her that had taught him everything he knew, as he was supposed to be her successor.

"It's been a while, Satan. Oh, how the mighty have fallen," he taunted. His tone still held the chill, but it now had a false politeness. Hearing her name passing his lips, a name they all feared, caused a sudden bubble of mirth to spring upon her of the irony of the situation: she had the power to rival the mysterious God. The legacy she had created was left behind when she got tired and bored, leaving a substitute clone in her place, Lucifer, as she formed a new path. A man, who received her given name as an angel, before she fell. A man, who should have been her equal on the battlefield and partner on the throne. He should have shared her reign of terror, agreed with her morals and respected her ideals. But he hadn't.

"I wouldn't quite say fallen, now would I?" she said as she dodged three curved blades aiming to divide her into pieces. With a swift kick, she made all three drop their weapons before two powerful flaps of her wings knocked them into the wall. They now lay unconscious.

"What do you want, Lucifer?" she asked. Outstretching her hand, she summoned a scythe from the shadows. The weapon's flight caused the remaining devils to jump back. A buzz went through her shoulder blades. They were just as black, the only difference being that her's held two black horns, which gave her the alias of Devil. The mortals gave her the name, after seeing her so-called detest fallen form and the twisted horns. They thought she was evil and deserved the tag. Unknowingly, giving the name that would go throughout history representing good and evil, Devil and God. Demons and. Angels.