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My homework for writing. Its about Lucifers fall.
Its only 520 words so I'd love it if you could take a second out of your busy schedule to read it XDD
Oh, how he fell! Great wings shimmering in the setting sun like the sails of some doomed ship, wounded pride that hurt more than the fall itself. When he fell, what could he do but dust himself off, shake the light out of his jet hair, onyx eyes, charred wings burned black by the fall. All he could do was pretend it didn’t hurt-hold on to the last dregs of pride still clinging to his limbs, long and lean.
So he gathered up all the angels that fell with him, miserable dark creatures who would follow their leader with unwavering love. The incandescence of the life they used to lead was a memory hidden deep, overshadowed by the truth and the untruth of what was. It was Lucifer who would tell them who they were now, Lucifer who’d been burned so badly, whose precious jewels had all been stolen by the wicked air that rushed past him, Lucifer would be their prince now and they accept that unconditionally.
As Lucifer turned for the last time to the heavens, bitterness painted on his pretty features, he saw something bright, a shining white from the past that rejected him. He stood still, waiting for the flurry of light and wings and history to cease and when it did, Azrael stood in the center, bits of lights falling off him like glitter. Doe eyes, fawn wisps of hair, lips an eternal pout stood as a clear reminder of what Lucifer was leaving behind. He felt his heart shatter into a thousand pieces but his face remained blank.
“You do not really want to do this, sweet son of the dawn, do you?” Azrael asked him. It hurt Lucifer to hear the gilded, spring-fresh voice. It hurt to know he would never hear it again, and it hurt to remain expressionless. He said nothing.
Azrael laughed sadly, quietly. “I’ve always told you that you had honest eyes.” He took a few steps toward Lucifer. The dark eyed angels behind Lucifer eyed him suspiciously. “I was sent here with a message-”
“What about Gabriel the messenger boy?” Lucifer scoffed, his hateful tone failing to hide misery in his words.
“I volunteered, Lucifer. I just want you to know…. You don’t have to be here. God set an ultimatum: if you tempt all the souls in this world, and they all turn from you, you will be allowed back. Please, Luce. Please accept it.” He raised a hopeless hand towards the broken angel. “Please tell me you’ll come back.”
Lucifer gazed at him for a long time with sardonic eyes in which the light had been put out, reduced to embers. “You can tell him I’m not interested.” His voice was barely above a whisper.
With one last, longing look which no one noticed, he turned towards Abaddon, his misery, his now. His flock of angels, like crows, followed him into the darkness, leaving Azrael alone, the only light there until, in another flutter of wings and light, he was gone.
Echoes of the past chased each other among the stone walls of present.
Its only 520 words so I'd love it if you could take a second out of your busy schedule to read it XDD
Oh, how he fell! Great wings shimmering in the setting sun like the sails of some doomed ship, wounded pride that hurt more than the fall itself. When he fell, what could he do but dust himself off, shake the light out of his jet hair, onyx eyes, charred wings burned black by the fall. All he could do was pretend it didn’t hurt-hold on to the last dregs of pride still clinging to his limbs, long and lean.
So he gathered up all the angels that fell with him, miserable dark creatures who would follow their leader with unwavering love. The incandescence of the life they used to lead was a memory hidden deep, overshadowed by the truth and the untruth of what was. It was Lucifer who would tell them who they were now, Lucifer who’d been burned so badly, whose precious jewels had all been stolen by the wicked air that rushed past him, Lucifer would be their prince now and they accept that unconditionally.
As Lucifer turned for the last time to the heavens, bitterness painted on his pretty features, he saw something bright, a shining white from the past that rejected him. He stood still, waiting for the flurry of light and wings and history to cease and when it did, Azrael stood in the center, bits of lights falling off him like glitter. Doe eyes, fawn wisps of hair, lips an eternal pout stood as a clear reminder of what Lucifer was leaving behind. He felt his heart shatter into a thousand pieces but his face remained blank.
“You do not really want to do this, sweet son of the dawn, do you?” Azrael asked him. It hurt Lucifer to hear the gilded, spring-fresh voice. It hurt to know he would never hear it again, and it hurt to remain expressionless. He said nothing.
Azrael laughed sadly, quietly. “I’ve always told you that you had honest eyes.” He took a few steps toward Lucifer. The dark eyed angels behind Lucifer eyed him suspiciously. “I was sent here with a message-”
“What about Gabriel the messenger boy?” Lucifer scoffed, his hateful tone failing to hide misery in his words.
“I volunteered, Lucifer. I just want you to know…. You don’t have to be here. God set an ultimatum: if you tempt all the souls in this world, and they all turn from you, you will be allowed back. Please, Luce. Please accept it.” He raised a hopeless hand towards the broken angel. “Please tell me you’ll come back.”
Lucifer gazed at him for a long time with sardonic eyes in which the light had been put out, reduced to embers. “You can tell him I’m not interested.” His voice was barely above a whisper.
With one last, longing look which no one noticed, he turned towards Abaddon, his misery, his now. His flock of angels, like crows, followed him into the darkness, leaving Azrael alone, the only light there until, in another flutter of wings and light, he was gone.
Echoes of the past chased each other among the stone walls of present.