Archangels are the most terrible and devastating weapons of Heaven, and Lucifer was great even amongst them. There was a time when only his brother Michael could have been called greater, and even then it would have been a near thing-- now, he is all terror, all glory, beautiful like a lightning-strike.
The Morning Star, bright enough to be seen at dawn.
NO. he says, and a wall comes crashing down in the space where Johnny used to be. YOU ARE NOT THE ONE WHO WILL STRIKE ME DOWN. IT IS NOT YOUR PLACE.
Michael is the only one with the right to destroy him. Michael, Michael whom he loved, the brother who raised him, is the only one who can cast him down again. It's a cruel and inevitable fact of his existence: if he is to die, it must be delivered to him by the hand of his beloved. Each man kills the thing he loves, and as it is on Earth, so it must be in Heaven.
Lucifer spreads his wings to their fullest reach, raises some of his many pairs of blind-bright limbs, and strikes.
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The Morning Star, bright enough to be seen at dawn.
NO. he says, and a wall comes crashing down in the space where Johnny used to be. YOU ARE NOT THE ONE WHO WILL STRIKE ME DOWN. IT IS NOT YOUR PLACE.
Michael is the only one with the right to destroy him. Michael, Michael whom he loved, the brother who raised him, is the only one who can cast him down again. It's a cruel and inevitable fact of his existence: if he is to die, it must be delivered to him by the hand of his beloved. Each man kills the thing he loves, and as it is on Earth, so it must be in Heaven.
Lucifer spreads his wings to their fullest reach, raises some of his many pairs of blind-bright limbs, and strikes.