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Summary: With pride came gluttony, you wanted more power, more proof that you were the best that there was. So you tempted and tempted, brought calamity with every step you take and each step brought that blue-eyed angel close to you and you wondered...

'What would happen if God fell?'

Morning Star was mad at you but you couldn't muster any care not when for the first time you were wanting to do something more with your demonic heritage. Not when for the first time since you were brought into existence, you began to want.

And so you frequented the Mortal Plane.

Influencing people, whispering in the ears of would-be kings, to the ears of God's devout followers and pretending to be an angel. Damning those who are strong enough to withstand you, pushing the limits of their fate as they burned on the stake.

And each time, you'd come across with one of God's favored angels. All of them seemed to know you and you smirk at the knowledge that your title had reached the heavens beyond the dark skies of Hell.

Morning Star tells you all about them, how Michael was good enough to defeat his army once, the way heaven's light made the purple of her eyes shine. That Gabriel was fastest at gathering information and her ever pleasant personality, Of Raphael's prowess at protecting his siblings and most especially God. Morning Star recounts to you how adventurous Orifiel was and how alike he was with Gabriel, how he cultivated the Mortal Plane for men and mankind's ungratefulness.

Morning Star tells you about Zarachiel, her leadership on par with Michael's, how she smiled kindly and the gentle blue of her eyes. Then he tells you about Simiel who tried to save him and the angel who loved God just as much as Morning Star did, Uriel.

For a moment you question if demons have never stopped loving humans at all. That maybe what your kind did was just another form of love. Because when Morning Star spoke of his former siblings, of the God he once love, it felt like he had never stopped loving them at all.

It makes you want more.

More of this thing you could not understand or identify.

You want God to look at you and Morning Star with the same affection he gives to his favored angels.

You wanted God to fall.

To take him away from his angels and love only you and Morning Star.

You hunger for God's grace, the taste of his grace and Morning Star's, you thirst for the feel of your skin against theirs in the black sheets of Morning Star's room. You yearn to hear God's cry.