He was always the good one, always the right one. Father was so pleased with his work, that was, until it was too good. He didn’t just want to do what Father did, he wanted to do better than Father did. He was Father’s favorite. He was.

It didn’t sit well with Father that he wanted to do better. He wasn’t human, he wasn’t supposed to want more than he had been given. I think Father misunderstood him, or didn’t want to understand him, for fear that he might be right. He didn’t want more for himself than he had been given; he wanted more for the world than the world had been given.

Father disagreed. Father said that the people were only to be given what He had given them, cried insolence at his suggestion that they may be worth more. They were only what they were, Father said, and they were made in His image, yes, but not with His mind.

He was so sure that He was right, that He should not be challenged by those He had given everything to, and with that, He took everything away.

So when you hear that he fell, know that he didn’t fall. The heavens were torn from beneath him, his wings ripped from him, his halo broken. The center of his being, the cycle of beginning and end that is our divine existence, broken. And I assure you, that was Hell, that was torture enough to atone for any sin. Father didn’t care, didn’t listen.

We could hear him screaming, We could all hear him screaming, and then We continued. There was no speak of Our Morning Star, no speak of the screaming, the pain… the pain We knew would never be over, not for one removed from this divine existence.

He was Father’s favorite, and the earth became his Hell. A broken halo would be a wound that never heals, Hellfire would burn his feet every step he took, and his skin with every touch, and blinded by the One who created him when wings were torn from his flesh. All he drank would burn, and all he ate would tear him apart. And he would continue for eternity, screaming, crying out for Father to forgive him, and Father would not listen. His Creation was crying, and He would not listen.