In the beginning, there was only darkness. It stretched endlessly—an infinite expanse of emptiness where neither sound nor movement existed. No stars, no planets, no warmth or chill, merely an eternal quietude and peace within absolute nothingness.
Yet, even within this profound emptiness, a miracle happened—something impossible, something that would forever change existence itself. From deep within this eternal void, stirred by a boundless spark of pure, innocent imagination, there came forth a being unlike any that would follow him.
He called himself God.
God was simple, beautiful, and utterly innocent. He had crafted himself into existence, shaped by his own boundless imagination as a tiny, delicate infant. He was a being of pure goodness, completely untouched by darkness or evil, utterly unaware that such things even existed. His form was radiant and fair, his soft skin glowing gently with a pure, soothing light. Soft, golden-blonde curls floated gently about his infantile head, and wide, innocent blue eyes shone with curiosity and joy. Behind his tiny frame spread delicate wings, pure white, soft as down feathers—wings he crafted purely because he wished to feel warmth and comfort wrapped gently around himself.
He floated contentedly through the empty darkness, giggling and laughing softly at the simple joy of existence. He marveled at the gentle movements of his tiny fingers, giggled at the soft brush of his wings, and was enchanted by the warmth and peace of simply being. But as countless eons passed, a subtle unease began to bloom in his innocent heart. Floating alone through the endless void, his happiness started to feel somehow incomplete, somewhat unfair.
"Is—isn't it… s-selfish? To be the o-only one," he stammered to himself, his gentle voice echoing softly in the silence. "To e-enjoy a-all this...alone?"
Troubled by this thought, God considered deeply, his small brows furrowing in childish seriousness. Slowly, an answer became clear to him: he could not bear to keep the endless joy of existence solely for himself. To share it would surely be good and right. It had to be done.
Driven by his pure innocence and goodness, he reached inward, toward the radiant core of pure white light that surrounded his gentle heart. This core was his essence, his infinite yet carefully limited power—the gift of creation. But though powerful, this gift carried its own limitations and consequences. For God was only able to create, never to destroy or harm directly what he created. His powers, though immense, also came at a steep cost—each act of creation drew greatly from his energy, exhausting him and forcing him into long, deep slumbers.
Yet, in this moment, his desire was too strong, his resolve clear. With trembling fingers and determined eyes, God spoke softly into the eternal dark.
"L-let there... be l-light!"
At his innocent command, brilliance burst forth from his tiny form—a wave of gentle yet blinding radiance, pure and white, flooding outward in all directions. The darkness scattered instantly, replaced by this infinite, serene illumination. Immediately exhausted, God sank gently into slumber, wrapped comfortingly within his soft wings, content knowing he had shared existence itself.
Eons passed, and God awoke again, refreshed but feeling keenly his continued solitude. Determined once more, he drew deeply from his glowing core, creating the first of his companions—a being named Imperiel.
Imperiel was magnificent. Tall, powerfully built, and awe-inspiring, he towered majestically, sculpted to perfection with radiant golden hair and piercing icy-blue eyes. His very presence spoke authority, strength, and confidence. Imperiel opened his eyes, gazing around before his confident smile fixed upon the tiny God before him.
"Am I the first, Creator?" Imperiel asked, his voice resonating powerfully, confident yet respectful.
God, delighted, nodded shyly. "Y-yes. Y-you are Imperiel… f-first and greatest."
Imperiel's smile deepened into a proud smirk. Yet soon, Imperiel expressed discontent at the emptiness of their existence, persuading the innocent God into creating more companions. Thus God, moved by Imperiel's powerful request and excited at the prospect of more companions, drew deeper still into his core, creating more archangels.
After Imperiel, came Lucifer—slightly leaner yet equally magnificent, his icy-blue eyes calm, intelligent, always thinking, questioning, driven subtly by deep curiosity and ambition. Raphael came next, noble and courageous, steadfast and gentle of heart. Then Uriel, stern and relentless, embodying justice and unwavering discipline.
Finally, God created the women—Juniel, the gentle, shy, delicate healer; Seraphel, passionate, warm, ever affectionate; Mirabel, wise, intelligent, and serene; and Israfel, graceful, dignified, and gently courageous. Each woman stood shorter than the men, their petite frames exuding beauty, femininity, and gentleness. All were fair-skinned, with platinum-blonde hair and deep-blue eyes, radiating warmth and life. They were made as perfect complements to their powerful counterparts, balancing strength with gentleness, assertiveness with empathy.
Yet again exhausted, God drifted into sleep, leaving the angels to float in emptiness. Soon, however, Imperiel—bold, restless, always seeking more—awakened God once more.
"Creator," Imperiel urged, his voice commanding yet respectful, "we require more. Floating endlessly… is tedious. Give us a place of our own. A home to explore."
Again moved by Imperiel's compelling words, God shaped from his boundless imagination an entirely new realm—Heaven. This was no mere empty space, but a verdant paradise: a world with lush fields, fertile lands, clear waters, and white sandy shores. Warmth and gentle breezes caressed the land, always pleasant, always nurturing.
At the island's heart stood a magnificent city—beautifully designed, built of marble, alabaster, and gold, shining in eternal beauty. And at its core stood the great Tower of Light, capped by a colossal Light Stone, radiating warmth, healing, and life. From this stone came the first angels, and to it, they would one day return, completing an eternal cycle of rebirth.
Satisfied, God again fell into restful sleep, confident in his creations and their happiness. And in the gentle peace of Heaven, perfection was more than a mere ideal—it was daily life itself. Beneath the eternal glow of the radiant Light Stone, the lesser angels flourished, living harmonious and joyful lives within a paradise perfectly attuned to their every need. Their homes, gleaming white structures crafted from pristine marble and elegantly accented with gold, spread gracefully across Heaven's lush landscape. Here, society blossomed into a refined, gentle reflection of unity and warmth.
The lesser angels—men towering impressively tall, muscular and athletic, and women elegantly graceful and serene—filled their days with diligent yet fulfilling work. Fields of golden wheat swayed gently in the warm breeze, tended carefully by angels whose laughter rang brightly beneath blue skies. Fruitful orchards and vibrant gardens flourished everywhere, nurtured by the gentle hands of angelic women whose smiles radiated comfort and joy.
Everywhere, happiness reigned. Couples strolled openly, their bodies clothed in flowing, airy garments inspired by classical grace, often revealing more than concealing, as modesty was not yet a concept they fully understood or felt necessary. Love and intimacy were embraced naturally, freely, without shame or reservation, reflecting the family-like closeness shared by all Heaven's inhabitants.
Within this idyllic society, Archangels stood as revered leaders and protectors, far surpassing their lesser brethren in size, strength, and intelligence. Imperiel was chief among them, confident and commanding, admired by many but quietly regarded by others as a charismatic yet somewhat indulgent ruler, too caught up in earthly pleasures to consider deeper truths.
Yet it was Lucifer, second only to Imperiel in reverence, whose presence was increasingly marked by quiet contemplation and restless ambition. Unlike the others, Lucifer found little satisfaction in Heaven's endless contentment. His keen, analytical mind sought meaning beyond simple happiness, craving answers that eluded even the wisdom of his companion, Mirabel.
Within his magnificent palace of marble and gold, Lucifer spent many days lost in intense thought, pacing restlessly through shaded courtyards lined with fragrant blossoms. Mirabel often joined him, hoping to guide his thoughts gently back to the serenity of their existence, but her attempts, though loving and wise, rarely succeeded in quieting the deepening storm within Lucifer's mind.
One tranquil afternoon, Lucifer paused in contemplation beneath a great flowering tree, turning to Mirabel, whose gentle eyes watched him with quiet concern.
"Mirabel," he began softly, his voice calm yet tinged with an unmistakable urgency. "Have you never wondered if there is more than this?"
She regarded him carefully, her expression serene yet thoughtful. "Heaven is complete, Lucifer. Our Creator has given us all we could ever desire. Why seek more?"
He shook his head gently, eyes gazing toward distant horizons unseen by others. "This place is perfect, yes—but can true perfection exist without knowledge of imperfection? Without struggle, without ambition, are we not blind to the deeper truths of existence?"
She approached, laying a delicate hand gently upon his arm. "Your thoughts are wise, Lucifer, yet they trouble me. What truths do you seek that Heaven cannot already provide?"
His gaze softened as he touched her hand, feeling genuine warmth yet unable to quell the restless flame within his heart. "Answers, Mirabel—answers that lie beyond these shores, beyond this peaceful realm. Perhaps, somewhere in the endless void, there exists a greater truth, a power surpassing even our Creator."
Mirabel's eyes widened slightly, sensing the dangerous edge of his ambition. "Lucifer, our Creator gave us paradise. We owe Him our trust, our faith."
Lucifer sighed gently, stepping away, his golden hair catching softly in the gentle breeze. "Our Creator slumbers endlessly, Mirabel. Imperiel rules unquestioned, yet he lacks true ambition, content merely to bask in pleasure. He is no true leader. Heaven stagnates beneath his hand—peaceful, yes, but unchanging, unquestioning. Should we not aspire to greater things?"
Mirabel hesitated, uncertain, her wise mind understanding his reasoning but her heart fearing its consequences. "And what would you do, Lucifer?"
He turned fully to her, eyes blazing with passionate conviction. "I must seek these truths myself, Mirabel. I must venture beyond Heaven's embrace, into the void itself, to discover what lies hidden in the darkness. Perhaps there, I may find the knowledge we lack—the power to create my own paradise, a place ruled not by indulgence but by true wisdom and strength."
His words filled Mirabel with sorrow, yet she saw in Lucifer's eyes a determination that could not be deterred. Her gaze softened, compassionate yet tinged with sadness. "And will you leave everything we have built here? Leave me?"
Lucifer stepped forward again, gently cupping her face in his hand, his voice filled with quiet sincerity. "I do not leave out of desire to abandon you, Mirabel, nor out of disdain for Heaven. I seek understanding, strength, and clarity—not just for myself, but for all of us. You are wise—surely you understand my reasons?"
Tears shimmered faintly in her deep-blue eyes, though she held them back. "I understand your heart, Lucifer, even if it pains mine."
The Archangel Council, led by Imperiel, gathered shortly afterward beneath the great Tower of Light, summoned by Lucifer's solemn request. Lesser angels gathered curiously nearby, their bright eyes wide with innocent interest, unaware of the profound shift about to occur.
Imperiel, ever confident, stood tall, his powerful arms crossed, regarding Lucifer with mild amusement tempered by genuine respect. "You call us here, Lucifer. Speak your mind clearly."
Lucifer stepped forward, his commanding voice clear and strong, echoing across the gathered angels. "Heaven has provided us all with endless joy and abundance—but it is incomplete. We remain sheltered, complacent. What wisdom, what truths lie beyond these shores? What powers have we yet to comprehend? I intend to discover them, for the betterment of us all."
A ripple of confusion and concern moved through the crowd. Raphael's steady voice spoke up, cautious yet compassionate. "Lucifer, we have never known hardship or need. Why invite it now?"
Lucifer's expression remained resolute, unwavering. "True strength is born of understanding both peace and struggle, Raphael. We cannot hide forever behind these walls, beneath a ruler who lacks ambition to explore beyond pleasure."
Imperiel's eyes narrowed slightly, though his voice remained calm. "I lead Heaven with care, Lucifer. Yet, I will not stop you from your search. Go, then, if you believe so strongly in what lies beyond. We shall await your return and your truths."
Lucifer nodded respectfully, acknowledging Imperiel's decision. He turned one last time to Mirabel, whose sadness was masked beneath dignified serenity. With a final look at the assembled angels, Lucifer spread his powerful wings, ascending swiftly toward Heaven's boundary. As he rose higher, the shining beauty of his homeland spread out below—an endless paradise of laughter and joy he could no longer fully embrace.
Passing through Heaven's radiant borders into the endless darkness of the void, Lucifer's heart surged with anticipation—and a hidden fear. His journey began with hopeful ambition, yet within it lay the seeds of a darkness that would forever alter the destiny of Heaven, and all creation.
Endless eons passed within the darkness of the void, each moment a cold eternity for Lucifer as he searched desperately for answers that seemed ever beyond his grasp. At first, he journeyed with hope and eager anticipation, driven by ambition and certainty. But the emptiness was cruel and unrelenting. The boundless darkness held no truths, no greater beings, no alternate paradise—only vast, hollow silence stretching infinitely in every direction.
As time wore on, isolation and despair began to alter Lucifer, twisting his pure form into something darker, less divine. His golden hair darkened gradually to shadowy hues, his once-brilliant eyes dimming to a cold, calculating gaze. Dark, intrusive thoughts crept relentlessly into his mind, corrupting his pure heart and inflaming his doubts about God, Heaven, and his brethren who had allowed him to depart without resistance. Loneliness and frustration sharpened his doubts into resentment and bitterness, fueling a silent anger toward Imperiel and Heaven itself.
Yet, even in his corrupted state, Lucifer clung to hope—hope that his long exile would end in triumphant revelation. When no revelation came, his bitterness turned to desperation, forcing him at last to turn back toward Heaven, though he remained convinced that greater truths lay somewhere still beyond his reach.
Meanwhile, Heaven flourished like never before under Imperiel's charismatic leadership. In Lucifer's absence, Imperiel seized the moment, strengthening his rule and spreading his influence with confident ease. The lush paradise expanded, gardens grew ever more vibrant, cities blossomed, and the lesser angelic population thrived, guided lovingly by Imperiel's steady hand.
Imperiel himself had grown even more majestic and powerful, ruling comfortably from the magnificent Tower of Light—now transformed into the great Archangel Palace. Its halls gleamed with polished marble and gold, and its summit held a radiant throne room designed to inspire awe and reverence. At its heart stood Imperiel's throne, a gleaming monument to his authority, while elegant balconies flanked both sides, holding three seats each, from which the other Archangels presided over the lesser angels, deliberating the future with thoughtful wisdom.
Yet, Imperiel's greatest triumph was personal. Lucifer's absence had left Mirabel, his partner, vulnerable and lonely. Recognizing her loneliness, Imperiel cunningly drew her closer, comforting her with his warmth, his strength, and his affectionate attention. Eventually, Mirabel yielded willingly to his embrace, surrendering her purity and heart entirely to Imperiel's love, becoming the second cherished companion by his side.
Now, seated proudly on his throne, Imperiel ruled with a confident smile, flanked by Juniel on his left and Mirabel on his right—both women radiant with love, their bodies softly glowing with the early signs of their joyous pregnancies. Imperiel basked in their devotion, fulfilling them endlessly with his presence and affection.
It was precisely at this peak of heavenly prosperity and Imperiel's personal triumph that Lucifer returned at last, descending bitterly through Heaven's radiant barrier, changed utterly by his solitude. When he first appeared, angels recoiled in confusion and shock at his corrupted form—his darker hair, his dimmed gaze, and the cold, brooding aura of resentment that radiated from him.
His return caused an immediate stir within the city. The lesser angels watched with uneasy curiosity as Lucifer strode bitterly toward the Palace of Light, his corrupted presence unsettling the peace they cherished.
Inside the throne room, Imperiel awaited him calmly, seated comfortably on his throne with Juniel and Mirabel lovingly at his side. Imperiel's eyes sparkled with quiet triumph, a smirk curling arrogantly at the corner of his lips as Lucifer approached, his anger palpable.
Lucifer's eyes widened in shock and fury upon seeing Mirabel comfortably seated next to Imperiel, radiant with love and the unmistakable signs of motherhood. His voice cracked with disbelief and rage, echoing harshly through the silent hall.
"Mirabel! How dare you betray me?! I journeyed for answers—answers meant to strengthen us all—and I return to this disgrace?"
Mirabel met his gaze calmly yet sadly, her gentle expression tinged with remorse but firmly resolute. "Lucifer, you left me alone for an eternity. I did not know if you would ever return. Imperiel has given me the warmth and affection you never did—he has given me love and family."
Her voice softened gently, sincere yet sorrowful. "I ask only your forgiveness. Perhaps you, too, can find happiness elsewhere. There are others who could love you, Lucifer."
Lucifer staggered back, stunned and utterly humiliated. Her words stung like a blade, marking him as the first being in all creation to be betrayed in love. Overcome with humiliation and rage, Lucifer felt his self-control fracture completely.
"You...you bitch!" he shouted, his voice harsh and furious—a word that Heaven had never before known, shocking all who heard it.
Consumed by anger, Lucifer surged forward, his hand raised sharply in a violent attempt to strike Mirabel. Yet before his hand could connect, Imperiel effortlessly intercepted the blow, gripping Lucifer's wrist in a vise-like hold, his immense strength undeniable.
Lucifer strained fruitlessly against Imperiel's powerful grasp, feeling suddenly feeble and pathetic. Imperiel's cold, confident voice mocked him softly. "Control yourself, Lucifer. You abandoned your responsibilities. You betrayed God's trust and ours. Doubting our Creator—such heresy is unforgivable. Yet, in my infinite wisdom, I offer you a chance. Kneel, beg forgiveness, and you may remain here peacefully."
Lucifer wrenched himself free, stumbling backward, pride wounded even deeper. His breath came fast, humiliation clouding his thoughts, blinding him further with rage.
"Kneel? To you? Never! You stole my partner, corrupted Heaven against me, and now you mock me openly? If you think yourself so mighty, Imperiel, then prove it. Face me in a duel—atop the Tower of Light. Let all Heaven witness who truly deserves to rule."
A stunned silence filled the chamber. Such a duel had never been imagined, let alone proposed. Yet Imperiel merely smiled coldly, rising slowly to his full, commanding height.
"Very well, Lucifer. If violence and humiliation are the only paths left for you to learn humility, so be it. Tomorrow, at the summit of this tower, we shall settle this matter once and for all."
Lucifer glared defiantly, fury burning hotly within his darkened eyes. Without another word, he turned sharply, storming from the throne room amidst whispers and murmurs from the lesser angels who watched with concern and trepidation.
As Lucifer departed, Imperiel returned calmly to his throne, drawing Juniel and Mirabel lovingly closer, reassuring them gently with his strength. Around him, the Archangels watched uneasily, uncertain of the darkness Lucifer's return had brought.
Above, the Light Stone shone brilliantly—yet now, for the first time, its radiance seemed touched by the faintest shadow of unease. Heaven, once untouched by discord, now faced its first trial, as the stage was set for a clash that would forever alter its destiny.
High above Heaven, atop the mighty Tower of Light, Imperiel and Lucifer faced each other beneath the gleaming radiance of the massive crystalline Light Stone. Like a beacon, the great crystal, as vast as a great chariot, shone brilliantly, illuminating all of Heaven in an eternal glow. Around them, the dome-shaped roof spread out in graceful arches, offering little protection against a deadly fall, and leaving them open to the eyes of thousands of angels watching anxiously below.
Imperiel stood like a living monument of righteous might, his massive white wings spread proudly behind him, each feather glowing with divine brilliance. Clad in immaculate angelic armor of white and gold, he gripped the legendary Celestia Blade—its sacred edge glowing with celestial fire—in one hand, while the mighty tower shield, the Aegis of Eternity, rested firmly upon his other arm. His golden helm hid his expression, leaving only his burning, determined eyes visible.
Lucifer, dark and corrupted, stood opposite him. His slim form, clad entirely in shadow-black armor, radiated cunning, rage, and bitter resentment. His wings were now black as midnight, feathered with shadows. A sleek, sinister bow rested comfortably in his hands, while a spear glistening ominously with poison lay strapped securely to his back. His hidden blades, soaked with venom and hatred, waited silently beneath the folds of his armor.
Imperiel raised his sword calmly, voice echoing with powerful authority. "Lucifer, end this madness now. Lay down your weapons, and perhaps there might still be redemption for you."
Lucifer's dark eyes narrowed coldly behind his black helm, his voice dripping with contempt. "Redemption? You stole from me what was rightfully mine. You betrayed me! This ends with your death, Imperiel!"
Without warning, Lucifer drew and fired in a single, fluid movement. Arrows tipped in black venom streaked through the air toward Imperiel, each aimed precisely for vulnerabilities in his armor. But Imperiel's shield swung up in an instant, the Aegis of Eternity effortlessly absorbing each arrow with a resonating clang.
Enraged but undeterred, Lucifer darted swiftly around the dome's edge, firing arrow after arrow in a relentless, cunning barrage. He maneuvered with lethal grace, testing and probing for weaknesses, seeking gaps in Imperiel's impeccable defense.
Imperiel, slow yet steadfast, advanced deliberately, his immense strength evident in every step. Each arrow harmlessly bounced off the impenetrable surface of his divine shield. Frustrated, Lucifer discarded his bow, swiftly drawing forth his poisoned spear as he lunged suddenly forward, seeking close combat.
Their weapons clashed violently, sparks erupting into the air. Lucifer fought with lethal speed and deceitful strikes, trying to slip past Imperiel's defenses. Imperiel fought methodically, each swing of his heavenly blade precise and powerful, his shield blocking every treacherous blow.
Below, countless angels watched breathlessly, their anxious gazes fixed upward. Mirabel and Juniel held each other's hands tightly, hearts aching as they silently prayed for Imperiel's victory.
Driven by cunning rage, Lucifer feigned a desperate lunge, drawing Imperiel's shield forward before pivoting sharply. In an instant, Lucifer's poisoned spear darted beneath the shield, slicing deeply into Imperiel's side, releasing deadly venom into his veins.
Imperiel staggered back, gasping as the poison burned through him, agony threatening to bring him to his knees. Lucifer advanced triumphantly, laughing bitterly.
"See, Imperiel! You were never fit to lead. Now die, knowing your arrogance brought your end!"
Imperiel dropped momentarily to one knee, the poison coursing violently through his body. Darkness clouded his vision, whispering surrender—but as he knelt, images filled his mind. Mirabel and Juniel, their gentle smiles, the children they would bear, the people below who relied upon his strength and protection—all flashed vividly through his thoughts.
A mighty roar of defiance tore from Imperiel's throat, and with an effort born of pure determination and love, he rose again to his feet, eyes blazing fiercely through his golden helm.
Lucifer halted in shock, feeling something entirely foreign—fear. He stepped back unconsciously, trembling as Imperiel, driven by willpower alone, advanced again.
"You will never threaten what I hold dear!" Imperiel declared, his voice shaking the very foundations of Heaven.
Lucifer desperately swung his spear, but Imperiel's blade swung forth with a thunderous force, shattering Lucifer's corrupted weapon into countless fragments of shadow. Lucifer stumbled back, weaponless, stunned, unable to comprehend how Imperiel still stood.
Yet, Lucifer was not finished. With sudden desperation, he thrust forward with his concealed blade, the hidden venomous dagger emerging swiftly toward Imperiel's throat. But Imperiel, seeing this deceitful strike clearly, caught Lucifer's wrist firmly in his iron grasp, holding the blade inches away from his neck.
With disdainful strength, Imperiel tightened his grip, crushing Lucifer's arm with a thunderous snap. Lucifer's scream of agony pierced the heavens, raw and desperate. His dark blade fell uselessly, clattering against the dome as poison dripped harmlessly onto the immaculate surface below.
Lucifer's strength collapsed entirely, terror overtaking him completely as he staggered back, now utterly defenseless. Before Lucifer could regain his footing, Imperiel stepped forward decisively and delivered a brutal, Spartan-like kick directly to Lucifer's chest. The blow erupted like thunder, a shockwave rippling outward with cataclysmic force, cracking Lucifer's blackened armor and fracturing his bones. Shards of dark metal scattered like shards of midnight, and Lucifer's broken form tumbled helplessly off the Tower of Light, plummeting downward in humiliation and defeat.
Even as Lucifer fell, battered and near death, bitter hope lingered in his heart. He held desperately to the belief that the poison coursing through Imperiel would still claim victory on his behalf. But as he twisted through the air, Lucifer glimpsed a sight above that crushed all remaining hope and ignited a searing fury.
At the tower's peak, Imperiel had dropped to one knee, the venom coursing agonizingly through him. Yet, as darkness threatened to consume him, the other Archangels rushed swiftly to his side. Juniel's delicate hands radiated warmth and healing, gently knitting closed Imperiel's wounds with tender care. Beside her, Mirabel knelt gracefully, her platinum-blonde hair cascading softly as she leaned in close, gently placing her lips upon Imperiel's poisoned wound.
Lucifer's heart burned violently with anguish at this gentle gesture. Mirabel's kiss instantly purged Imperiel's poison, restoring him fully, yet to Lucifer it felt like a dagger plunged into his very soul—the deepest possible betrayal.
Below, Lucifer crashed violently upon Heaven's surface, shattering stone beneath his broken, bleeding body. His wings twisted grotesquely beneath him, feathers scattered like memories of his lost dignity. No angel rushed forward to aid him; instead, lesser angels backed away, their eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. The Archangels above gazed sternly down upon him, their faces cold, judgmental, condemning.
At that moment, a profound disturbance rippled through the heavenly realm. The great crystalline Light Stone shuddered as though sensing an unbearable disharmony. High above, from the endless heavens, a brilliant beam of pure, divine light suddenly descended, bathing the entire city in a warm, soothing glow.
From within this sacred illumination came a gentle, innocent voice—a childlike voice, pure and fragile, yet deeply concerned and filled with sorrowful confusion:
"W-why… why is e-everyone s-so sad? Wh-what happened here?"
All Heaven paused, turning reverently upward. Imperiel, rising to his full majestic stature, bowed his head respectfully and spoke clearly but gently, addressing the divine, childlike presence above.
"Great Creator, Lucifer tried to harm me—to kill me, in fact. He attacked with poison, hatred, and deceit. He has spread terrible doubt among your creations, claiming you are not unique, that other gods might exist. Lucifer has caused pain to us all… especially to Mirabel, whom he betrayed and insulted deeply."
A small sob of confusion resonated from the childlike presence above, the innocent voice trembling with distress. "L-Lucifer...? My L-Lucifer...? B-but why? Why would y-you d-do that? I-I don't understand…"
Imperiel's voice softened with empathy yet remained firm. "I understand your heart cannot bear to judge him, Great Creator. You are too pure. But Heaven demands justice. Allow me to carry this burden—to give the judgment Lucifer deserves."
A soft, sorrowful pause followed, then the childlike voice whispered reluctantly, "A-alright, Imperiel. I-I trust you. B-be gentle if you can, p-please…"
Imperiel nodded solemnly, descending gracefully to the ground before Lucifer's shattered form. Lucifer, broken and bleeding, gazed defiantly upward, his voice a rasping snarl despite his agony.
Imperiel drew the Celestia Blade, pointing its sacred edge steadily at Lucifer's heart. "Lucifer, this is your final opportunity. Repent now, seek forgiveness, and perhaps mercy can still find you."
Lucifer raised his head bitterly, eyes filled with contempt and hate. Summoning all the remaining venomous strength within him, he spat blood onto Heaven's pure floor, his voice dripping defiance. "N-never," he snarled weakly, yet venomously.
Imperiel sighed heavily, resigned. He sheathed his blade, moved behind Lucifer, and with a swift, brutal force tore Lucifer's wings from his back. Lucifer's agonized scream echoed violently through Heaven, marking forever his permanent separation from divine grace.
Lucifer collapsed forward, writhing, sobbing with rage and pain. Imperiel stepped around him, voice firm and commanding. "You are henceforth banished from this city, Lucifer. You will not approach your brethren again. You will wander alone, isolated, until you understand the true nature of your betrayal. Only then, perhaps, may you return and beg forgiveness."
Lucifer, trembling violently, forced himself to rise. He limped painfully, his broken body trailing blood behind him, shame and fury burning hotter than any flame.
The gates of Heaven closed heavily behind him, leaving Lucifer exiled, utterly alone. Lesser angels looked after him, not with reverence, but fear and pity. The Archangels watched solemnly from the tower, their expressions sorrowful yet resolute, their judgment absolute.
As Lucifer vanished into Heaven's outskirts, devastated and humiliated, above him the childlike voice murmured softly, still filled with sorrowful innocence:
"I-I'm sorry, Lucifer. I-I wanted all m-my creations to be h-happy. Why w-would you do this?"
Heaven stood forever altered. Its innocence had been lost, the shadow of betrayal now permanently etched into its history. Lucifer, exiled and full of hatred, vowed in his wounded heart that he would see Imperiel, Mirabel, and Heaven itself suffer the same humiliation and pain he now felt so deeply.
And thus began Lucifer's eternal exile—fallen, alone, forever defined by pain, humiliation, and bitter, relentless rage.
Lucifer, broken, bleeding, and consumed by bitter jealousy and unhinged rage, staggered away from Heaven's gleaming city, his pride shattered and his heart darkened beyond redemption. Every step away from paradise deepened his resentment toward Imperiel, whose strength, fame, and the love of two angelic women—Mirabel and Juniel—had become the focus of Lucifer's obsessive envy.
He wanted everything Imperiel had—especially the women, the worship, and the kingdom itself. His twisted mind was already imagining his own reign, picturing the Archangel women serving him grapes, pouring him sweet wine, and offering their perfect bodies on his every whim. A cold smile twisted Lucifer's face as he stumbled toward the serene shoreline of Heaven, his malicious heart focused entirely on the fulfillment of his dark fantasies.
He reached the tranquil, shimmering white sands where crystal-clear waters gently brushed against the shore. Near the coast, a small picturesque fishing village basked in idyllic harmony. Elegant white buildings clustered along the gentle slopes, overlooking lush orchards, fragrant gardens, and tranquil beaches. Boats gently rocked in shallow waters, palm trees swayed lazily, and bright purple and white flowers bloomed vividly near the outskirts. This peaceful settlement had never known violence or deceit; its residents were naive, pure, and untouched by sin or corruption.
Amid the gentle waves, two angelic figures played joyfully, their innocent laughter dancing in the breeze. The mother angel, Mamael, radiated warm maternal beauty. Clad in delicate golden silks that highlighted her graceful curves and golden wings, her long flowing hair framed her sweet, compassionate face. Her daughter, Koriel, a younger angel full of energy and innocence, wore soft pink garments that fluttered gently in the breeze, her eyes wide and bright with joyful curiosity.
Mamael laughed softly, helping Koriel weave crowns from the vibrant purple and white flowers that grew abundantly near their seaside home.
"Mama, aren't these flowers like, super pretty today?" Koriel chimed in cheerfully, her voice high-pitched and adorably naive. "I bet everyone back in the village will be, like, so happy when we bring these to market!"
Mamael nodded gently, her voice sweet and slightly ditsy, a perpetual optimism in her tone. "Totally, Koriel! We're going to make everyone's day! And oh gosh, I can't wait to get home—I promised we'd help decorate the plaza for tonight's festival. It's gonna be amazing!"
But their innocent conversation suddenly halted as Lucifer stumbled dramatically onto the sand, his voice weak and full of feigned pain. "P-please... h-help me... I-I'm h-hurt," he groaned dramatically, eyes downcast to hide his true intentions.
Mamael's eyes immediately filled with naive concern, and she approached without hesitation, holding out a gentle, comforting hand. "Oh my goodness, Lucifer! You're hurt? What happened to you?"
Koriel followed closely behind, her voice filled with innocent curiosity rather than fear. "Oh wow, Lucifer, did you trip or something? You totally need to be more careful!"
As the two naive angels stepped within reach, Lucifer's weakness vanished instantly. With cruel swiftness, he seized Koriel, pulling her tightly against him, pressing a poisoned blade against her delicate throat. Koriel blinked, her confusion more prominent than fear. "Um, Lucifer? What are you doing? You're, like, totally holding me really tight—it's kinda hard to breathe!"
Mamael gasped, blinking in stunned confusion. Her words stumbled out, gentle and worried yet unaware of the true danger. "Lucifer, sweetie, what are you doing? You could, like, really hurt her, you know?"
Lucifer sneered, his voice now harsh and dripping with venom. "Shut the fuck up, Mamael, or I'll slit your precious daughter's fucking throat right now," he hissed coldly. "Do exactly what I say, and maybe she'll survive."
Mamael's eyes widened in innocent horror, her naive mind unable to fully grasp Lucifer's betrayal. "Oh my goodness, Lucifer—this seems, like, super serious... um, okay, just please don't hurt Koriel! What do you want?"
Lucifer's eyes glinted darkly, coldly triumphant. "Fly me away from here. Deep into the void, beyond Heaven's reach—far away from Imperiel and everyone else."
Mamael blinked innocently, her graceful golden wings gently fluttering with uncertainty. "Oh, okay Lucifer, we'll help you…but, um, how exactly are we gonna carry you? You're, like, super big, you know?"
Koriel chimed in eagerly, her voice high-pitched and innocently cheerful, as if the entire situation were an amusing puzzle. "Yeah, Lucifer! Like, do we each grab an arm or something? This is totally weird—are we going to the market first?"
Lucifer clenched his teeth tightly, fighting back irritation at their innocent chatter. He nodded impatiently. "Yes—just grab my arms and take me away. Now!"
The two innocent angels fluttered closer, each carefully gripping one of Lucifer's powerful arms. With a surprising surge of angelic strength and their shared innocent determination, Mamael and Koriel lifted Lucifer's massive frame upward into the vast emptiness of the void. Their wings strained gently beneath his immense weight, but their determination and Lucifer's own dark power pushed them onward.
As they flew deeper into the unknown darkness, leaving Heaven's comforting glow behind, Mamael glanced back nervously. "Um, Lucifer? Are you sure we're going the right way? It's, like, super dark and scary out here…"
Koriel nodded, eyes wide and innocently curious as she looked into the endless void. "Yeah! And, like, how long will we fly? Because the flowers we picked are totally starting to wilt, and I really wanted to give them to everyone back home. Oh gosh, will they be mad at us?"
Lucifer gritted his teeth, increasingly irritated by their naive and incessant questions. "We are flying until we're far beyond Imperiel's reach—understand? And forget about your stupid flowers!" he growled, voice trembling with restrained fury.
Mamael's voice quivered, still trying to be optimistic and soothing. "Oh, Lucifer, you must be having, like, a really bad day. But please don't yell—we're totally just worried about the flowers and stuff."
Koriel giggled softly, innocent misunderstanding clear in her voice. "Yeah, Lucifer! And um, are we stopping somewhere nice to eat? Mama promised honey cakes today."
"Silence!" Lucifer snapped sharply, voice trembling, unhinged by his inner turmoil and growing madness. The women fell quiet, startled and confused, though still trusting of Lucifer as their leader.
Years passed in their tireless journey through the void—a blink to angels, but endless torment to Lucifer, driven by envy, hatred, and a desire for domination. Finally, after traveling an immeasurable distance, Lucifer felt safe, certain that Imperiel could never find them here—so very far from Heaven's warmth and protection.
Here, in the infinite darkness, Lucifer felt something surge deep within his corrupted soul. His original radiant core, once brilliant gold and crimson, now twisted and warped violently by his bitter hatred, envy, and dark desire. A new core burst forth—a swirling, chaotic storm of black, pinkish, and violet energies, twisted by his obsession, lust, and malice. Its violent, unnatural glow surrounded his heart, spreading through his veins, fueling his hatred and amplifying his power.
Mamael and Koriel gasped in innocent wonder, unable to grasp what was happening. "Um, Lucifer? Are you okay?" Mamael asked softly. "You look kinda different… is this, like, supposed to happen?"
Lucifer ignored them, eyes wide with maniacal intent. Drawing on his newfound corrupted power, he sliced open his palm, spilling dark blood into the emptiness. He tore pieces from his dark armor, casting them into the void. He ripped away his own clothing and theirs, leaving Mamael and Koriel crying out in shock, modesty forgotten as confusion overwhelmed them.
Lucifer seized the wilted flowers from Koriel's trembling hands, their faded blossoms symbolizing innocence lost. As tears spilled from the angels' eyes, Lucifer captured their sadness, mingling it with his blood, flesh, hatred, and twisted desire. A pulsating orb of pure darkness and chaotic energy formed before them, absorbing every element Lucifer had cast forth.
In amazed horror, the women watched, clutching each other tightly, their tears still fresh. Before their eyes, dirt, stone, and earth slowly materialized within the swirling black energy, rapidly expanding, taking shape into a massive planet that hovered ominously before them.
Mamael gasped softly, eyes wide with awe. "Wow, Lucifer! Did you, like, just make a planet? That's, like, totally incredible!"
Koriel nodded enthusiastically, forgetting her tears momentarily, her voice innocent and amazed. "Oh my gosh, Lucifer! Can we go explore it now?"
Lucifer's eyes narrowed darkly, voice cold and commanding. "Yes. Bring me to that cave, right there."
They flew carefully through thick clouds of poisonous ash and darkness, using their innocent angelic healing to protect them from the toxic air. Emerging on the other side, the desolate and barren landscape spread before them—volcanic peaks, rivers of fire, blackened rock, and endless darkness.
Landing gently before the cave, Lucifer's twisted smile widened, sinister and filled with dark anticipation. He turned slowly toward the two angels, his intentions dark and clear. But suddenly, Mamael and Koriel gasped happily, rushing forward and pointing excitedly.
"Oh my gosh! Lucifer, look! It's our flowers!" Koriel squealed innocently, picking a blossom from the cave entrance.
Mamael clasped her hands joyfully, oblivious to her nudity or Lucifer's dark intentions. "Wow! Lucifer, this place is, like, actually beautiful! How did you know our flowers would grow here? These are called Hellebore—they're totally special, you know, named from healing and food!"
Koriel took a bite of a blossom, giggling softly. "Mmm! Lucifer, you're amazing! You found us a perfect new home. What are we gonna call this wonderful place?"
Lucifer raised an eyebrow, caught momentarily off guard. Their innocence and naive optimism seemed almost absurd—but it fed his twisted pride. With a cold smile, Lucifer answered darkly, his voice dripping malice. "This place… this planet I created from my hatred and your precious tears, it shall be named Hell."
Mamael frowned innocently, gently doubtful. "Um, Lucifer, that name sounds kinda harsh, doesn't it? Are you sure—"
Lucifer exploded into sudden rage, voice thundering darkly. "Do not question me! I am your god now, your supreme leader! You will obey my command, understand?"
The two angels froze, startled, yet quickly nodded submissively, eyes wide and fearful yet innocently trusting. "Okay, Lucifer," Mamael whispered softly, eyes lowered. "We trust you."
Lucifer's dark smile returned, satisfied and cruel. They had no idea what awaited them, nor how their innocence would serve his terrible ambitions. In this barren, volcanic world, born from darkness, Lucifer began plotting his vengeance, using Mamael and Koriel as his tools to build an empire of cruelty and suffering—his eternal kingdom of torment: Hell.
Lucifer stood in the dim, cavernous chamber, his dark eyes gleaming with a sinister anticipation. His massive form towered over Mamael and Koriel, the innocent angels looking up at him shyly, their delicate faces flushed with uncertainty, though still naive and trusting. Lucifer's mind swirled with twisted fantasies and dark desires. He would create an army, an empire, a legacy of darkness that Heaven could never overcome.
With a cruel smirk, he spoke coldly, his voice echoing harshly through the shadowed chamber, "Now, you two—spread your cheeks and let me enter you."
Mamael blinked, blushing deeply, her eyes wide with confusion and genuine innocence. "Um, Lucifer, you know… I actually have a boyfriend back home," she admitted shyly, nervously playing with her fingers. "I'm not really sure if this is okay or whatever…"
Koriel nodded eagerly, her face also flushed with embarrassment. "Yeah, Lucifer, this is like moving super fast, isn't it? Shouldn't we talk or something first?"
Lucifer's eye twitched irritably at their innocent hesitations, his patience worn thin. He took a deep breath, trying to mask his mounting frustration. "You two don't seem to understand. I'm going to force myself upon you now—it's called rape," Lucifer explained darkly, inventing the word at that very moment. "You don't have a choice. I'll take you both right now."
Mamael tilted her head in confusion, genuinely attempting to understand. "Oh...okay? That's a really strange thing, Lucifer. Are you sure that's how this works? It sounds kinda rude."
Koriel looked thoughtful, then shrugged shyly, still innocent and naive despite Lucifer's intentions. "Um, okay, Lucifer. I mean, we trust you, so if this is like some new custom or something, I guess it's fine, right?"
Lucifer paused, momentarily taken aback by their innocent acceptance. He growled softly, frustrated but unable to deny his urgent desires. With their shy compliance, he proceeded—dark intentions clashing absurdly with the angels' naive innocence, creating a twisted, surreal moment.
In the darkness of Lucifer's new world, the two angelic women gave birth to children unlike any beings ever seen. Mamael and Koriel smiled happily yet confusedly at their offspring—twisted, horned demons, monstrous creatures born of corrupted angelic purity. Their angelic innocence saw beyond their children's horrific appearance; they simply marveled at the strange babies.
"Wow, Lucifer!" Mamael exclaimed gently, cradling a small imp lovingly. "Our babies are like, totally unique! I've never seen anything like this in Heaven before!"
Koriel nodded cheerfully, holding a demon baby tenderly. "They're kinda scary-looking, but super cute in their own weird way! Lucifer, what should we name them?"
Lucifer, increasingly irritated, stared at his twisted offspring. "Names? They're demons! Call them whatever vile thing comes to mind!"
Mamael frowned slightly, genuinely confused. "Um, Lucifer, they're not vile—they're babies! How about we call this one Marik, and this little girl Valeria? Those names are, like, super adorable!"
Lucifer sighed heavily, his patience fraying further. "Fine. Name them whatever you want. Just make more—quickly."
As hundreds of years passed swiftly, Lucifer's demonic offspring multiplied rapidly beneath the surface of his hellish planet. Each generation was more twisted and numerous, building vast subterranean cities beneath the surface of Hell, carving tunnels, caverns, and dark, labyrinthine passages.
Lucifer oversaw their progress with cruel satisfaction, forging his massive black fortress—the Citadel of Torment. This great fortress towered menacingly amid rivers of molten lava, volcanic mountains, and choking ash. Within its lowest, darkest level—his private chambers—Mamael and Koriel remained, pregnant for the thousandth time, gently massaging Lucifer's powerful shoulders.
"Lucifer, sweetie," Mamael began shyly, her voice innocent and warm. "What should we name the next batch of babies? There are going to be, like, twenty new little ones this time!"
Koriel nodded excitedly. "Yes, Lucifer! Let's name them something special! Maybe something like Azaroth, Belial, or Zalthor?"
Lucifer groaned softly, exhausted by their relentless enthusiasm. "Sure. Call them Azaroth, Belial—whatever dark, sinister names you like. Just stop asking me."
The women exchanged cheerful glances, happily oblivious to Lucifer's frustration, eagerly preparing names for their new offspring. Lucifer sighed deeply, resting his head back against his throne, surrounded by the innocent angels and the vast, thriving demonic civilization they'd unintentionally helped create.
Meanwhile, far away in Heaven, Mamael's secret lover—Koriel's father—finally approached Imperiel, trembling with shame. He knelt humbly before Heaven's mighty Archangel, voice shaking.
"Imperiel, I—I have a confession. My beloved Mamael and our child Koriel vanished many years ago. I...I don't know where they've gone."
Imperiel's brows furrowed sternly, voice sharp with sudden realization. "Wait—your daughter? You had a child without marriage? Such an act is unheard of, practically blasphemous!" The Archangels murmured anxiously among themselves, scandalized.
Imperiel, seeing the greater threat, swiftly proclaimed a new heavenly law, voice ringing clearly. "From this day forward, no child shall be conceived without the sacred bond of marriage! Let this decree stand forever!"
His voice then grew darkly certain. "As for Mamael and Koriel—there's only one culprit capable of such treachery. Lucifer, that scrawny, deceitful bastard!"
Imperiel rose swiftly, powerful and commanding, turning to the gathered heavenly hosts. "For the first time in existence, Heaven's armies will assemble. Lucifer's crimes shall not go unanswered. Ready yourselves—we march to reclaim our lost ones and deliver justice!"
A mighty roar echoed across Heaven, the angels preparing themselves for the righteous conflict to come. Imperiel's eyes burned fiercely, determined to undo Lucifer's evil and reclaim the lost innocence of Heaven.
And far away, deep beneath the surface of Hell, Lucifer sat upon his dark throne, unaware of the celestial armies gathering against him—his mind consumed only by vengeance and domination, surrounded by the twisted society he created, the two innocently naive angels he had captured, and the countless demon offspring who now called him father and lord.
In the radiant halls of Heaven, Imperiel sat upon his gleaming angelic throne, his magnificent golden armor reflecting celestial light. His heart heavy with concern, he gazed upward, speaking gently but urgently toward the divine, childlike presence of God.
"Great Creator," Imperiel spoke calmly, his voice filled with earnest sincerity, "Mamael and Koriel are still missing, and Lucifer has gone far beyond our sight. Please, can you tell us where they are?"
From the heavenly skies, a radiant beam of pure white light gently descended, bathing Imperiel's throne room in a comforting glow. God's innocent, childlike voice answered softly, stammering with sadness and worry:
"I-I'm so sorry, Imperiel... I can't see th-them. Th-they're, like, super far away, b-beyond my sight. I'm really, r-really sorry..."
Imperiel rose immediately from his throne, his expression softening with paternal care and compassion. Approaching the gentle light of the childlike God, he spoke softly and reassuringly, like a comforting father:
"Do not fret, little Creator. It was only a question. You have done nothing wrong. Rest now; I will handle this. We will find them."
Reassured, God's light flickered gently, comforted by Imperiel's words. Imperiel then turned, a commanding presence filling his voice as he summoned the other two mighty Archangel men, each armored in radiant, divine battle gear.
"Prepare our armies!" Imperiel declared decisively. "For the first time in existence, we march into the void to recover our lost sisters and to confront Lucifer."
Heaven burst into a flurry of activity. Thousands of angels—ten thousand strong—swiftly donned radiant armor, took up shining weapons, and assembled with disciplined precision beneath Imperiel's powerful command.
Imperiel, clad in golden and crimson armor, wielding his legendary sword, Celestia Blade, stood proudly before his vast heavenly legions. The other two Archangel men stood beside him, equally majestic and armored, each exuding strength and unwavering courage.
With a mighty surge, Imperiel and his vast army took flight, soaring fearlessly into the infinite, unknown void.
The childlike God watched anxiously, worried as his angels flew bravely into darkness. Out of concern, he reached forth, innocently creating countless bright stars that gently lit their path, providing direction and hope.
Around these celestial stars, God carefully crafted barren planets for his angels to rest upon and explore, places to regroup on their long journey. With the guidance of the four Archangel women, smaller Light Stones were brought forth from Heaven, planted upon these barren worlds, transforming them into lush colonies vibrant with life. Seeds, animals, and plants from Heaven blossomed upon these new worlds, giving birth to thriving angelic outposts and settlements.
Without realizing it, God had created the first galaxy—a beautiful, vast network of stars and worlds formed purely from his innocent care.
After traveling countless years, exploring numerous worlds and stars created by their gentle God, Imperiel's army finally sensed a disturbing presence deep in the void, beyond the first galaxy.
Before them, shrouded ominously by thick poisonous clouds of ash, lay a hideous planet. A sense of pure darkness emanated from its surface, clearly marking it as a creation not of God, but of Lucifer's twisted will.
Imperiel's voice hardened with conviction. "This is Lucifer's doing. Heaven, prepare yourselves—we approach cautiously."
God, sensing this troubling discovery, quickly yet innocently created a second galaxy surrounding Hell, ensuring his angels would have landmarks to navigate, just in case. Exhausted by such immense creation, God gently withdrew to his peaceful, forested divine realm. A serene cave, home to a sleeping family of bears, provided comfort as he observed all through his magical floating mirror, eyes heavy with exhaustion.