Title: Second Chance
Characters: Michael and Lucifer
Warning: Religious imagery.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Supernatural.
Author's Note: Based on the biblical account on how Lucifer fell.
Lucifer remembered falling.
Falling like a shooting star. Falling through the clouds. Falling through creation.
He remembered regret in his brother's blue eyes; regret warring with fiery anger. The anger was a blessing. He was not a being to feel sympathy for. For, in his eyes, he had done no wrong.
His brother's aim was sure. Lucifer knew it would be. He was to be damned. It was almost anticlimactic when the flaming sword pierces his chest and runs him through. Lucifer wasn't at all surprised. Michael was to win. It was…to be. Destiny's decision.
He voiced his rage. His thwarted ambition. His betrayal.
Michael remained stonily silent as he fell from heaven, his birthplace, the place that had defined him, into a realm of brutal darkness.
Hell wasn't kind to angels.
The centuries turned into millennia as his humanity faded. As his sanity faded. All memories of his divine state stripped as the darkness bled into his light; invaded his light. Soon, there was just…nothing.
Paradoxically, he was an angel still. Evil incarnate, but not quite.
So, he redefines himself.
He finds pleasure in torment and creates his own fractured, godless world. He comforts himself that he finally has his freedom, but not the way he envisioned it.
But, Destiny would offer a second chance. In the name of "Winchester."
Then, Michael would see what he had evolved into.