Lucifer, was just a boy when God had declared him, his favourite.
A youth of ten and one, with a head full of sun beaten, gold hair, and hazel, green eyes. God, favoured him, his angels, knew that and it wasn't hard to understand why.
God gave Fire a body, which he created from a substance he did not know. Thus, what the body came to be was something extraordinary, even Godly. The angles would have thought it blasphemy, but God assured them it was quite alright.
Lucifer, as he had named him, came to be as a ball of light. The light continued its shine for six days, before the glow extinguished, and in its stead a tiny, little creature was laid upon God's lap.
'What is that for beastie,' the angles asked him.
God cringed his eyes in a wonderful smile. 'This is pure innocents,'
Lucifer, then grew up, his appearance grew, too, more and more unusual.
'My boy,' God called him. 'Come here,'
The young Lucifer, walked through the vaulted ceiling of heaven to stand in front of his throne. A massive thing, for he, God, was big himself.
'How was your day my boy?'
Lucifer, shrugged. 'It was alright, I guess.'
God roared with laughter, Lucifer's innocents brought him great joy and levity. One that no one could offer him but that unusual looking boy.
'I hear Abandon say you wanted to fly. Is that true, Lucifer?'
Lucifer nodded, shyly. Everybody in heaven had wings, they soared high in the unlimited height of the brilliant blue sky, as he was stuck on the ground with his own two feet.
'well, boy.' God said. 'You don't need wings to fly.'
Lucifer looked dubious. 'what are wings for, then, if not to take flight?'
'It is just how I made them. I could have made fish with the head of a lizard, and a lizard with the head of a fish. It's how I have decided to make them look, that it came how they show.'
'Why didn't you make me with wings, God?' Lucifer asked.
'Because,' God told him. 'I have made you in my image,'
Lucifer, yet again did not understand.
'Look at me,' he said. 'I do not have wings, but if I wish I can fly.'
And so indeed, Lucifer had seen him.
'So, what you mean is, I can wish to fly as well?'
God invited Lucifer on his lap. 'You can do anything, you set your mind to.' and padded him on his head full of yellow hair.
Lucifer looked admiring up at God. 'i shall go practise right now!' and he leaped off the lap of God, and raced to the pavilion, where he spent the entire day jumping as to fly.
