The Gunpowder, Treason, and Plot
Location: First Heaven
Time: 200 A.C. /After Creation
Sitting in one of the many Freshca trees, he gazed upon the amber lake named First Light for the fact that in Heaven when the three suns came up, Hrtion the smallest and light blue colored, Galsern the second largest of the three and lime green color, followed shortly by the largest and brightest of them all was Valcern the yellow star, when those three suns rose above the lake it was like looking at a whole other sun of itself. Still his thoughts where odd, it had been two hundred years by his count now that this lavish and lovely place had been made, as well as the wonders well within it, from plants of all shapes, sizes, and natures, to the other beings such as animals, and the race known as the Angelic Host.
An odd race to be sure, they unlike the other things made before them had this sort of free thinking to them, Free Will, was what it had been called by the Creator. He looked like them, for the most part; though he had them all fooled he doubted their maker was as fooled as them. He was after all the only one of the Angelic Host to have the oddest name. Zallizar was his name, and though he was not as the special ones he was much more. Like the Arch Angels most of all the three sons of God, being Michael, Gabriel, and Lucifer he too had six wings, though where theirs were the color of pearl, black, and brown, his were the color of light. A fact and thing he kept hidden from them all, when it came time for his wings to show, only two were visible, and like all of the Angelic Host they were and were not a part of his body.
He stood at 7’7 like the others, and his hair was the color of quicksilver, and his eyes the color of silver with flecks of diamond in them. As breath taking as he was, he was rather different from the others, he had not been made as them, he was not of the Angelic Host, but rather something else. It didn’t bother him for he was not shaped as the Creator had made them; he had just adopted their form and ways and made things simple for his self. In the end it mattered very little, he had grown tired and bored with this little world of happiness and forever sunshine. Nothing aged here, nothing change, and they all had free will and yet adored their maker. It made him feel something, at the time he did not know what, but the feeling would later be named sick.
It had all started so simple, he had spoken one simple sentence to Lucifer Son of the Morning, and Right Hand of God. It was said in passing from one place to another on some earned he could not bother to remember because he never completed it. So simple, and yet it was the start of it all. “Ah hail Lucifer, most gifted and beloved by God, Son of the Morning, Right Hand of God, most worthy and beautiful of all His works, thou look wonderful today. Are you off to add another creation to the plentiful and countless worlds that are his personal gardens, or maybe you are off to over see the new project called Earth and the race called Men? I have heard it said that they are to be made in His own image.” That was all it took, a little flattery, and personal mention of knowledge none of them knew of yet. Of course it was all true for he knew it. Since then a small feeling, one later named doubt had been planted in Lucifer’s mind. From there grew other feelings, and the one that matter the most was a name he would take later in time, a feeling later named the first of seven, and that being pride.
After that, the transgression known to many lesser beings and races as The Fall, occurred, and yet to him it was known simplify as The Fun. With The Fall happening he vanished from the ranks of the Angelic Host, seeming as if he never was, the only angle out of all of them who did not love God the same way they all did. The brother they never really knew, a being who was without purpose for most of it time in the vast worlds of all until other things caught the all seeing eyes.
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Pride the Sin
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I am Pride.
You see, I'm simply one hell of a sin.
You see, I'm simply one hell of a sin.