Bless The Fallen

*~ATTENTION!!!!~*
THIS STORY IS A FICTIONAL RELIGIOUS STORY! I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST CHRISTIANITY, CATHOLIC, AND ALL OTHERS SURROUNDING GOD! I'M JUST MAKING A STORY! DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ! And please don't be rude in comments or they will be ignored and deleted.

Sky. That's my name. It's actually kind of ironic when you think of who my parents are and how I'll never go through the gates in the sky known as Heaven. My mother's name is known and remembered through all Humankind, Lucifer. In her fallen state, you might know her as Satan. She was once a glorious and humble angel that yearned for what humans call, Love. That was, until she was considered "defiled" and "corrupted" by the man who helped conceive me.

God.

The man humans worship with such frivolity. My mother was banished from heaven so my father could hide his dirty little secret. Me. My mother used the surge of power from the banishment to create the realm called Hell. There she stored her powers until I was born, and used them to send me to the earthly plain to protect me. She then set to punishing souls that have wronged other humans. She remained in my life as I grew, but I only saw her in person on my 19th birthday. On that day, I vowed to hate all men, and most definitely, never love one.

Only,

I broke that vow after many eras.