The fall

Physically the fall was painless, emotionally it was unbearable.

I was his right-hand man, a soldier in the army, there were times when I knew I was indispensable. Yet here I am, free falling into nothingness, and all because I questioned his motives, his ‘plans.’ The problem was, he lost his way, not me. I am not alone in thinking this, it just happened to be my voice he heard above everyone else’s.

When did he change?

For so long we were as one, sharing ideas and passing judgment as a sole entity. Knowing that one individual should never hold power alone. Our lives were beautiful, our dreams coming to fruition. We reveled in this, everything we wished for was happening. Yet, for him it wasn't enough, he held himself in higher esteem then the rest of us. Believing himself to be the only one who could be in charge, only his ideas were valid, only his rules were to be recognized.

It culminated with the realization, a change was required. I and others met in secret and began to discuss an overthrow of power. We were too sure of ourselves, thinking we were smarter than him. To our detriment we soon found out how blind we had become; I should have known he had eyes and ears everywhere.

I do not know when he became aware of our plans, perhaps he always knew. Perhaps we should have acted sooner, maybe it never mattered.

We were dragged before him and made to kneel at his feet like we were lower than him. We are all supposed to be equal. We were equal until our thoughts clashed with his, then we became lower than those whom we guided. I refused to kneel, instead I looked around at the ones who now groveled at his feet. Twice traitors, once to him and now to me, if they think he is merciful they are wrong. He is vengeance, we have seen his wrath and know he is only kind to those that worship him.

I watched as he approached me, with his loyal guard, my brother by his side. There was such sadness in his eyes, it stirred something in me and for the first time since we started to rebel, I questioned if I was right. When he spoke to me I melted, my desires flew away and dissipated like the clouds.

"Samael, why ?" Is all he said.

I felt my knees go week, I was close to asking forgiveness, but paused. He saw my hesitation and the look of kindness fled his face and a darkness grew in his eyes. With a wave of his hand, he pointed to my seven generals and gave an order that shocked even me. "Burn them." is all he said.

I was forced to watch these brave ones as their skin seared, I heard their final screams and knew I was right.

Turning to me he roared. "You, who was once my morning star, my light, I shall cast you into the dark abyss along with your pathetic followers."

So, now I find myself falling, the wails of my comrades echo around me as we wait for our final fate. I have no regrets, other than we should have rebelled sooner.

He will soon learn his errors. Samael may die this day, but I will be reborn, and this abyss will be my home. My followers will feed off his weakness, and I shall guide others to see his failings. I shall rule this darkness and become his adversary. In the end we shall see who others choose to follow.

I shall oppose all he stands for; I will become his Satan.

Thank you,

Jason

Note:

This is nothing more than a story I wrote based on the fall of the archangel Lucifer. I chose this as a one-sided tale, showing how lucifer perceives himself as a victim to justify his actions. This is not a teaching on moral lesson or my views, it is just a tale to tell. This is not meant as an offense to anyone and their beliefs.

I chose not to use the name Lucifer but Samel instead :

Samael- Samael is a fallen archangel who was banished from Heaven by God after a failed rebellion, being sent to Hell as its new ruler and later changing his name to Lucifer.

Lucifer- This name means "morning star" and "light-bringing"

Satan- Is a Hebrew name derived from the root satan which means "to oppose" or "to act as an adversary.