How and Why did Michael "Fall"?
When the angels were born, first came Michael. The Leader. The oldest brother. He was the bearer of His will. Protective, driven, and set. He was the soldier, strong and just; defender of the Faith. He was crafted from truth and Law. His sword would never dull, never weaken, never bow. He was crafted kin to the Father himself and upon his shoulders lay all light and all darkness and all the power to carry it, and all the power to execute it, and all the knowledge to know when and how. He shone a beautiful strong blue.
The second born was Lucifer, the light bringer. He was a sight to behold. A beautiful creation who shone the purest of gold. He was crafted a kin to Michael in that he were strong willed and driven all the same. He too was a warrior but above a warrior he was a lover made of the purest and most blissful of it's kind to ever know. He was crafted also a kin to God himself as his brother was as he was all virtue; kind, gentle, giving. He was the flawlessness of God, the beauty and love, the purity and trust. He was patient and considerate. His intelligence was broad as his sword was sharp. He was, one could argue, perfection. Never a situation cropped up that Lucifer had no answer to or a willingness to understand and to learn. Ever eager to please, ever eager to help. He was a hard worker, and an independent thinker beyond capable of taking the tasks far from home.
These two brothers, at one point, were inseparable even after the birth of their brothers following. They did everything together. Michael always training, protecting, strengthening his brother for times of battle. He kept him on his toes, mentally sharp and senses keen. When Lucifer needed a hand, he was there to take the blow. He was always challenging him, doing the best he could to keep his brother strong, proud, and brave; prepared for anything and everything that might come his way. Lucifer, the understanding one. Always having advice and caring words. Always an ear to listen to Michael's ranting and concerns. Always knew just what to say and when. He always knew when to follow his brother in to the places he would hide and he always knew when to back off. He always knew when no one else did, what Michael was thinking, how he was feeling, and what that fist was really saying.
However, this brotherly companionship and once unshakable bond could not last. Hell needed a leader, one strong enough to keep light in the darkness, and the only one capable of such a feat was the angel of Virtue himself, Lucifer.
So doubt set in. Michael tried, reasoned and fought, forgave and forgave again. Lucifer tried, he begged and he pleaded. Yet with both brothers so certain, so stubborn, so proud and determined in their minds set, their relationship slowly began to deteriorate. Soon love turned to hurt, truth was hidden, betrayal and abuse. The war commenced, and Michael forced to cast him out. After such treason, and so much pain caused, he did so gladly. However the wounds were not stitched, and the war did never truly end. Time gave the wounds a chance to fester and grow as they were ignored, and now after two-thousand years they had been opened.
Upon that day he faced Belial's army, he found his hatred had grown far above His Will. He could not stand this, he could not stand for his brother and his followers treachery, he could not stand the agony of being forced to watch his Father die again in mortal flesh. He knew that he had to, but the pain had grown far beyond what he acknowledged and he rose his sword with hatred and wrath against them, and above Him.
It was not wrong or unjust, not truly. He did not loose Faith. He did not doubt His plan. His balance had faltered, his patience worn down, his objectiveness obscured, his line between hate and anger grown far too thin. He did not Fall, not really. He was locked out, left in the blood he shed, left without His Lightto guide him, without His Grace upon his back. He was left to feel that emptiness and pain Lucifer felt when fate tossed him aside. Forced to build scar tissue and to challenge and prove his honor and faith, he now roams Earth. The world has grown too cold and too much a mess. This war needs to end, and it needs to end with who truly started it: Michael and Lucifer. In that, the playing field needs to be leveled. Free will could only go so far. It is time that these two brothers face each other eye to eye for it is up to them to make amends and fix this world.
"Enoch 53:6 states that Michael, along with Gabriel, Raphael and Phanuel shall be strengthened during the Battle of Armageddon"
The second born was Lucifer, the light bringer. He was a sight to behold. A beautiful creation who shone the purest of gold. He was crafted a kin to Michael in that he were strong willed and driven all the same. He too was a warrior but above a warrior he was a lover made of the purest and most blissful of it's kind to ever know. He was crafted also a kin to God himself as his brother was as he was all virtue; kind, gentle, giving. He was the flawlessness of God, the beauty and love, the purity and trust. He was patient and considerate. His intelligence was broad as his sword was sharp. He was, one could argue, perfection. Never a situation cropped up that Lucifer had no answer to or a willingness to understand and to learn. Ever eager to please, ever eager to help. He was a hard worker, and an independent thinker beyond capable of taking the tasks far from home.
These two brothers, at one point, were inseparable even after the birth of their brothers following. They did everything together. Michael always training, protecting, strengthening his brother for times of battle. He kept him on his toes, mentally sharp and senses keen. When Lucifer needed a hand, he was there to take the blow. He was always challenging him, doing the best he could to keep his brother strong, proud, and brave; prepared for anything and everything that might come his way. Lucifer, the understanding one. Always having advice and caring words. Always an ear to listen to Michael's ranting and concerns. Always knew just what to say and when. He always knew when to follow his brother in to the places he would hide and he always knew when to back off. He always knew when no one else did, what Michael was thinking, how he was feeling, and what that fist was really saying.
However, this brotherly companionship and once unshakable bond could not last. Hell needed a leader, one strong enough to keep light in the darkness, and the only one capable of such a feat was the angel of Virtue himself, Lucifer.
So doubt set in. Michael tried, reasoned and fought, forgave and forgave again. Lucifer tried, he begged and he pleaded. Yet with both brothers so certain, so stubborn, so proud and determined in their minds set, their relationship slowly began to deteriorate. Soon love turned to hurt, truth was hidden, betrayal and abuse. The war commenced, and Michael forced to cast him out. After such treason, and so much pain caused, he did so gladly. However the wounds were not stitched, and the war did never truly end. Time gave the wounds a chance to fester and grow as they were ignored, and now after two-thousand years they had been opened.
Upon that day he faced Belial's army, he found his hatred had grown far above His Will. He could not stand this, he could not stand for his brother and his followers treachery, he could not stand the agony of being forced to watch his Father die again in mortal flesh. He knew that he had to, but the pain had grown far beyond what he acknowledged and he rose his sword with hatred and wrath against them, and above Him.
It was not wrong or unjust, not truly. He did not loose Faith. He did not doubt His plan. His balance had faltered, his patience worn down, his objectiveness obscured, his line between hate and anger grown far too thin. He did not Fall, not really. He was locked out, left in the blood he shed, left without His Lightto guide him, without His Grace upon his back. He was left to feel that emptiness and pain Lucifer felt when fate tossed him aside. Forced to build scar tissue and to challenge and prove his honor and faith, he now roams Earth. The world has grown too cold and too much a mess. This war needs to end, and it needs to end with who truly started it: Michael and Lucifer. In that, the playing field needs to be leveled. Free will could only go so far. It is time that these two brothers face each other eye to eye for it is up to them to make amends and fix this world.
"Enoch 53:6 states that Michael, along with Gabriel, Raphael and Phanuel shall be strengthened during the Battle of Armageddon"