Act 1: Distrust
[My name is Lucia-an Archangel. Once, I stood at the pinnacle of the celestial hierarchy. I was at the top of the chain. God Himself appointed me as His right hand. But one day, everything changed.]
- "What's this?..."
[It was a territorial dispute between some tribals. Usually these type of events I would choose to ignore as it's outside my duty, but curiousity got the best of me, and I chose to stay and watch the event Unfolding.]
[There I saw humanity's true colors, it's violent tendencies, and it's greed. And Naturally I was allured to it.]
[Months would pass and I would continue to watch humanity's darker side. A side that I feel my lord himself has chosen to overlook.]
[It laid before my eyes-the truth of humanity. Made in the image of our God, made to be perfect? And yet, the sheer darkness they harbor is sickening. Their malice is like a poisonous branch that must be cut away.]
[I needed to act-and quickly. I would storm into God's presence and reveal the revelation. I would expose the poison spreading through the tree He Himself had planted.]
[I rushed to God's altar at The center of our capital Godshire. there prepared to show Him everything I had seen. I was prepared to give out my verdict. Even smiling. Knowing that in the end he would listen to me, The morning star itself. But He only met me with a gentle smile-and a deep, patient explanation.]
- "My dear Lucia, you have only looked at the darkness. I do not believe humanity is a lost cause, as you say. Yes, humanity can be cruel. Yes, they can be treacherous, devious, evil, and even cunning. But what sets them apart is their conscience. Humans, unlike animals, possess the capacity for kindness, humility, and honor. That is the side you have chosen to ignore, my dear right hand."
[Hearing His words, I was stunned. This can't be. God is wiser than this-why is He being so naive? So faithful to them? Aren't I His right hand? More important than those mortals?]
- "But my Lord! Humanity's malice will only continue to spread within the kingdom You've created! So why place such faith in those mortals?"
[God only laughed, as if I were a child rambling in confusion. I couldn't believe it. Am I less important than humans? Am I not the Morning Star? Am I not His right hand? But here I am-my own Creator laughing at me, as if I were some spoiled child. Why... why does it hurt?]
- "Oh, my dear Lucia... If there is evil, then virtue will rise. And if there is no evil, then virtue has no meaning. You must understand: good and bad must balance the world I have created. Without bad, there is no good. Without good, there is no bad. One day, perhaps, you will come to understand... the capacity for humanity's kindness. But for now, I see you are still a child-one who has much to learn. That is why I am appointing you to a new duty."
[I can't believe it. I'm His right hand. I am the Morning Star! I'm supposed to be the one He listens to! But to Him... I'm just a child. Am I truly worth less than those damn cretins? But for now... I must listen. I have no choice.]
- "My Lord... what would You have me do?"
[He would smile at me, as he spoke with a tone of an old sage]
- "My dear Lucia, I hereby appoint you to oversee humanity's progress. You will watch them closely. You will learn, and you will mature. For now, I dismiss you from your position as my right hand, until you understand why my faith in them remains. Is that understood?"
[This must be a joke. What's happening? Me-a high archangel-forced to watch over humanity? Aren't we angels supposed to be above them? Why does God see me as a spoiled child in need of punishment? But with a heavy sigh, I accept my duty.]
- "Understood, my Lord... I shall do as You command."
[He would gently pat my head, and ruffled my hair as if I were a child.]
[After that he would speak again, with the tone of a sage. And oddly it's starting to tick on my nerves]
- "Good girl, Lucia. You are now dismissed."
[As I walked away from the altar, something stirred inside me. Anger? Distrust? Maybe both. But one thing was certain: the perfect image I had of God was shattered before my very eyes.]
[God-the One who created me, the One I revered since my conception-is a naive fool. Blind to humanity's hatred and malice. This can't be. I should feel safe with Him. I should be faithful. But now, all I feel is seething doubt.]
[But for now, I will obey. I will do as He commands. I am just an angel. He... is God, after all.]
Act 2: Faith?
[How long has it been-days, weeks, years... or even a century? Yet in all that time I've spent overseeing humanity, my perspective has not changed. Humans truly are sick and vile creatures.]
[For years I have watched: villages burn, cities be pillaged, and empires fall. Is this the capacity of humanity's kindness?]
[Little by little, my faith has begun to thin. The "man" I once revered-the very source of my joy-has become the object of my resentment.]
[How could He trust those cretins more than my judgment? Aren't I the Morning Star? Wasn't I His right hand? Then why does their "kindness" matter more than my voice?]
[After all these years, I decided to confront Him again. This time, I had an ultimatum. This time, I had proof. Maybe now, He would finally listen to reason.]
- "My Lord, I have overseen humanity's growth for over a millennium... and nothing has changed! Humanity remains as vile and despicable as the day I first warned You!"
[God would then nod, allowing me to at least give my final verdict.]
- "My lord, for all the years I've overseen humanity all I've seen was war, segregation, hatred. Blood shed in your name. Blood shed on the innocent? And for what? for glory? For fame? For vanity? How could you let such vile cretins roam this kingdom?
[He looked at me-as if I were a child throwing yet another tantrum. Eyes that once sparkled with pride now stared down in cold disappointment. Is He... looking down on me?]
[Why is that? Aren't I right? Don't I have the proper verdict?]
[He would then speak again. In that God awful sage tone, that's gotten into my nerves.]
- "Lucia, my dear... I am disappointed. Once again, you have chosen to blind yourself. I gave you years, decades and even a century to reflect on humanity's light, and still-you only choose to see the dark."
- "You chose to be one sided, and that is why you can never see the light of humanity as much as I do."
[What...? What does He mean? Humans are no better than beasts-worse, even. And yet, He still chooses them over me?]
- "But my Lord... what's the point of seeking the light, when darkness looms so heavily over it?!"
[He looked at me with a stern, unfamiliar gaze. For the first time, I saw not love-but judgment. What sin had I committed to deserve such a cold stare? What sin... worse than those of the cretins He so cherishes?]
[He would then speak again. His voice remains dejected, as if he couldn't save the one thing he would cherish the most.]
- "Lucia, my dear... I sense much darkness in you. Envy. Jealousy. Hate."
[I scoffed. Me? Jealous? Envious? Of them? I'm an Archangel-no, I'm the Morning Star. I could never feel something so... human.]
- "Don't lecture me, old man. As if I'd be jealous of your "perfect" little creatures. What am I to you-a defect? Am I not also made in your image? Or are you saying I'm as lowly as they are?"
[The old geezer just looked at me. Disappointed. Distant. As if I were a stranger. Fine, then. If I'm already beneath them, might as well spit on His expectations.]
- "What is it, old man? I hit a nerve, or did you finally understand my point of view?"
[I would continue to mock him, I didn't care anymore, If he thinks of me as lowly as a human. Then I shall act like one!]
- "My dear Lucia... have you truly lost faith in Me? My, my... how deeply disappointing. Once, you were my pride and joy. But you have let envy consume you. Given the chance to see the light, you chose darkness-willingly, and without hesitation. For that, you shall not go unpunished. From this day forward, you shall retain your angelhood... but you are no longer an Archangel. I cannot allow a heart clouded in hatred to serve and protect my kingdom. I pray that one day, you will find redemption. I am truly sorry, my dear."
[Wait... no. This can't be real. What is that man saying? I'm the Morning Star! His right hand! I can't be demoted-not for this! Not for seeing through those cretins! This is unjust! But what choice do I have? He is God, and now... I am merely His follower.]
- "It is understood, my lord."
[That day, I left the altar filled with resentment, hatred, and anger-not just toward Him, but toward the wretched mortals He so blindly placed His faith in. Stripped of my title. Cast from His light. That day I, The Morning Star began to fall-and the world would soon feel the weight of my wrath..I entered the room as an angel and left as a devil]
Act 3: Friend?
[It has been days since I was stripped of my rank. But that hasn't made my resolve waver. My title may be gone, but my intelligence and strength remain intact. After all, I am still the Morning Star.]
[For days, I was filled with seething resentment and rage-so much so that most of my comrades began to avoid me, labeling me an extremist. Even I could tell the old geezer himself had seen through my anger. As if I cared. And what would he do? Send someone after me? Hah! He's too naive-thinking I'll change.]
[For days, I shut myself inside my quarters, plotting the day I'd exact my revenge. I didn't care if I was lonely. I didn't care what they called me. I knew I was right. And for days, I stayed hidden, basking in isolation... then, I heard a knock on my door. A familiar voice calling out to me, a voice as sweet as cake, as pure as a nun. She had arrived.]
- "Oh, Lucia! I heard the news. You were stripped of your rank, weren't you? I'm so sorry I wasn't there to comfort you."
[Without warning she would rush in my room, as if she owned the place. But I didn't mind, afterall It was my old friend-Michaela. A comrade I had known for eons. Through battles and bloodshed, through victories and scars, we stood side by side. I couldn't believe it. Even now, when others treated me like a danger... she still came to comfort me.]
- "Lucia, it'll all be okay, alright? Just let your dear Michaela take care of you, okay?"
[I nearly shed tears. Even if the whole world had turned its back on me... I'm glad it was Michaela who still stood by my side.]
- "It's alright, Michaela. It's just... been rough. The others have outcast me. But I'm just glad you're still here."
[She smiled, reaching out to gently wipe the tears forming at the corners of my eyes.]
- "Lucia, as your friend, you have my unwavering support. I believe God judged you unfairly. I've seen the darkness humanity harbors too. I know it's wrong... but I can't help it. I've felt what they're capable of too."
[My eyes widened. Someone else... someone else who understood. Who saw the world as I did. Of all angels-it was Michaela. I pulled her into a tight embrace.]
- "Thank you, Michaela... Thank you for keeping your faith in me. For seeing humans as they truly are. I'm glad you are the one who trusts me."
[She smiled and gently rubbed slow, comforting circles along my back and wings. I liked this. It had been far too long since I'd felt warmth-far too long since I'd felt anything but scorn. Every day, I'd been haunted by those cold, judgmental eyes.]
- "Michaela...?"
[I whispered into her ear as I nuzzled into her, clinging to the rare comfort she offered.]
- "What is it, my dear Lucia?~"
[I cupped her chin gently, tilting it so she would meet my eyes-so she could see just how vulnerable I truly was. I needed her to understand me. To join me.]
- "Michaela... who do you trust more? God... or me?"
[She smiled softly, then ruffled my hair-like I was a child. It stung a little, but in an oddly affectionate way.]
- "I trust you more than God Himself. I want to be with you. By your side. Always."
[I smiled. Despite everything... I wasn't alone.]
- "Then join me. Stand with me-and we'll rise against that old fool. We'll fight for our ideals. For a new world. A world shaped by us."
[Michaela simply nodded, as if she had expected this from the very beginning. I was glad she didn't hesitate. And gladder still... that it was her.]
- "To the ends of the earth, Lucia. I'll follow you-and fight until my last breath. I am yours, my liege.~"
[But despite this something is off. Unlike me. Micheala is pure and would look at things holistically. She lacked the fire of rage that I had for the old geezer. Her voice despite telling me she despises humans lacks the bite that I have. But I chose to ignore that idea. Even if she doesn't fully support my cause. At least she's by my side, and I wouldn't trade anything in the world for this opportunity]
[That day, I gained an ally. My dear Michaela stood beside me. And I could not have asked for anyone better. Mark my words, old man... I will return. I'll walk through your palace with your head in my hands. I will show no mercy. And I shall
reshape this world to fit my image.]
Act 4: Goals and Ideals
[It has been weeks since my fateful reunion with my dear Michaela, and yet my resolve has not wavered. Day after day, I continue to scheme-fueled by rage-alongside my trusted companion.]
[Together, we scoured the cities of Heaven-from the fortress city of Godshire down to the peaceful residential sprawl of Godsmith. We searched for weaknesses in God's so-called perfect creation, spreading our ideals like wildfire to those angels who shared our resentment.]
[Surprisingly, many joined us-angels who, like us, deemed humanity a lost cause. They pointed to God's blatant favoritism, His blindness, His misplaced faith in those wretched mortals.]
[By day, we played the role of dutiful subordinates. But by night-we indoctrinated. We whispered truth into willing ears. We gathered the faithful. We built a movement.]
"Coetus Haereticorum."
[The Gathering of Heretics.]
[That is what we called ourselves. Heretics to some, but revolutionaries to us. We would not kneel. Not to Raphael. Not to Gabriel. Not even to God Himself. We would tear this world down and purify it-cleansing both humanity and Heaven.]
[And yet... there was still one glaring problem.]
[Our numbers. Even with our new militant following, our forces were far too small. A minor city like Godswill alone could likely crush us. And we knew it.]
[I sat in my quarters, drinking bitter coffee, my desk buried in maps and parchments. The room was a disaster. I hadn't slept in days. I was desperate.]
[That was when Michaela arrived-just as always-to guide me back from the edge.]
- "Lucia? Are you alright? I can feel it. you're distressed. Is this about our numbers?"
[I set my cup down and smiled weakly. Of course she saw through me. She always did.
- "Michaela... you really do read me like a book. Yes-it's the numbers. We're just too small to mount any real uprising. Even someone like Jeremiel could probably wipe us out."
[Michaela frowned, brows furrowed in thought. I could see she was just as troubled.]
- "I'm sorry, Lucia. You and I-we're among the strongest in God's brigade. But even we can't match Raphael and Gabriel. It's impossible. Maybe... maybe we should just give up. Live happily, like we promised. Remember?"
[My eyes narrowed. Give up? Now? After everything? The resources, the time, the sacrifices?]
- "Not a chance, Michaela! We've come too far to give up! Not when we're this close! I thought you'd be with me until your last breath! So act like it! Fulfill your mission-you damn thrall!"
[The words came out sharper than I intended. I saw the pain in her eyes. I knew I hurt her. But I couldn't afford softness. Not now. I silently begged for her forgiveness. Please... understand.]
- "It is understood, my liege. I shall serve until my final breath."
[But something had changed. Her eyes-once warm-now looked cold. Distant. I could feel the bitterness in her voice. I knew I wounded her. But she'll understand... she always does. She's my friend.]
[After a heavy silence, I spoke again.]
- "Michaela... I know this sounds insane. But... what if we recruit warriors from Hell?"
[Her expression twisted in horror.]
[She stormed toward me, gripped my shoulders, and shook me violently.]
- "Have you truly lost your mind, Lucia?!"
[She was crying-desperate. She buried her face into my shoulder, voice trembling.]
- "I don't want to lose you, Lucia... please don't do this. Don't hand Heaven over to devils. Please, for your sake-for mine-stop this madness. Let's just live quietly. Like we used to..."
[Anger surged through me. I shoved her away, and she crashed to the floor.]
- "Know your place, damn thrall! I already told you-we're not giving up! I don't care if I have your support-I'm doing this with or without you!"
[I froze. What had I done? I didn't mean it... not really. Please, Michaela-run. Get away from me. You deserve better.]
[I knew the truth. I always had. She was never like me. She didn't believe in this cause. She only followed to keep me from feeling alone. That's why it hurts more. You were my light... and now I've smothered it.]
[She left the room in silence-like lightning vanishing beyond the clouds. Gone.]
[I have lost everything. My rank. The Geezer's faith. And now... my friend.]
[All that remains are my goals. My ideals. My vision.]
[I had lost everything that tethered me to the light. So now, I would turn to the abyss-and let it reshape me into what I must become.]
[Next destination: Hell.]
Chapter 1: The Angel's Fall: Finished.