Prologue
Blood smeared across his face from his last kill, the dark-clad warrior seemed to glide more than walk to his next victim. He jabbed at his victim’s throat, striking cleanly at the visible patch of skin between his breastplate and his helm. Another warrior came forth to challenge the dark-clad warrior, but he was swiftly terminated in a similar manner. It seemed as though he was unstoppable. And he may have been, but the legion that he commanded most certainly was not. Roughly, the ratio of dark-clad warriors to white-clad ones was one to two. His enemy’s legion was nearly double the size of his own. Still he pressed on, knowing that only the commander of the opposing legion must fall to claim victory during this battle. The duration of the battle was nigh a fortnight now, and still the killing continued.
The dark-clad commander watched his men fall, and as he did so, he could see their souls descending down to the darkness that had been prepared for them. I shall not enter that place of shadows, but remain here, ruling the kingdom of light, and all the earth, he thought to himself as he continued to make his way across the battlefield with little hindrance. Finally, the one he was looking for came forth, riding a chariot pulled by four alabaster horses. The white-clad warrior stepped down from his chariot, and placed his helm on his head. He approached the dark-clad warrior and said, “Brother, surrender now, before this continues any further. I’m sure that father can find it in his pure heart to forgive you of your sins, as can I. Let your men live and repent of your sins. Let your mind be wiped clean of the sinful thoughts that dominate your mind, and rejoin us to rule the kingdoms of the earth.”
“No, elder brother,” the dark-clad warrior replied, “I will not surrender. It is you have committed the sin against our father, it is merely that he favors you over I, and thus sided with you.”
“Then,” replied the white-clad warrior, “I’m afraid father is right, and we must do away with you. Sad as it is that I must be the one to slay mine own brother, but I must stop you from bringing more of my men down to that place of darkness with you.”
And with this, he attacked. The dark-clad warrior simply stepped out of the way and let his elder brother stumble forwards. Or at least, this is what he thought would happen. The white-clad warrior regained his balance and struck back at his brother with an extreme might. It was parried, and the dark-clad warrior struck while his brother’s guard was down. But to no avail, for at that moment, an arrow pierced him in his side. ‘Twas not a fatal blow, but it racked his body with pain, leaving him vulnerable for an attack. And in this instant, the white-clad warrior pierced his brother’s heart, delivering a lethal blow. In his last breaths, the dark-clad warrior managed to utter these words: “Father, why hast thou forsaken me?”
Then he lay dead on the ground. And his soul rose up over the battlefield for a moment, seeing now that he was never taking part in a battle, but was part of the losing force of a massacre. And it was at this moment, that he screamed in agony, and recognized his sins, just before being pulled into that place of darkness that had been prepared for him and his dark angels. The place that had been prepared for him by his own father. Thus fell Lucifer, Son of the Morning Star.
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Blood smeared across his face from his last kill, the dark-clad warrior seemed to glide more than walk to his next victim. He jabbed at his victim’s throat, striking cleanly at the visible patch of skin between his breastplate and his helm. Another warrior came forth to challenge the dark-clad warrior, but he was swiftly terminated in a similar manner. It seemed as though he was unstoppable. And he may have been, but the legion that he commanded most certainly was not. Roughly, the ratio of dark-clad warriors to white-clad ones was one to two. His enemy’s legion was nearly double the size of his own. Still he pressed on, knowing that only the commander of the opposing legion must fall to claim victory during this battle. The duration of the battle was nigh a fortnight now, and still the killing continued.
The dark-clad commander watched his men fall, and as he did so, he could see their souls descending down to the darkness that had been prepared for them. I shall not enter that place of shadows, but remain here, ruling the kingdom of light, and all the earth, he thought to himself as he continued to make his way across the battlefield with little hindrance. Finally, the one he was looking for came forth, riding a chariot pulled by four alabaster horses. The white-clad warrior stepped down from his chariot, and placed his helm on his head. He approached the dark-clad warrior and said, “Brother, surrender now, before this continues any further. I’m sure that father can find it in his pure heart to forgive you of your sins, as can I. Let your men live and repent of your sins. Let your mind be wiped clean of the sinful thoughts that dominate your mind, and rejoin us to rule the kingdoms of the earth.”
“No, elder brother,” the dark-clad warrior replied, “I will not surrender. It is you have committed the sin against our father, it is merely that he favors you over I, and thus sided with you.”
“Then,” replied the white-clad warrior, “I’m afraid father is right, and we must do away with you. Sad as it is that I must be the one to slay mine own brother, but I must stop you from bringing more of my men down to that place of darkness with you.”
And with this, he attacked. The dark-clad warrior simply stepped out of the way and let his elder brother stumble forwards. Or at least, this is what he thought would happen. The white-clad warrior regained his balance and struck back at his brother with an extreme might. It was parried, and the dark-clad warrior struck while his brother’s guard was down. But to no avail, for at that moment, an arrow pierced him in his side. ‘Twas not a fatal blow, but it racked his body with pain, leaving him vulnerable for an attack. And in this instant, the white-clad warrior pierced his brother’s heart, delivering a lethal blow. In his last breaths, the dark-clad warrior managed to utter these words: “Father, why hast thou forsaken me?”
Then he lay dead on the ground. And his soul rose up over the battlefield for a moment, seeing now that he was never taking part in a battle, but was part of the losing force of a massacre. And it was at this moment, that he screamed in agony, and recognized his sins, just before being pulled into that place of darkness that had been prepared for him and his dark angels. The place that had been prepared for him by his own father. Thus fell Lucifer, Son of the Morning Star.
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