From a Different Angle

Lucifer The Rejected Angel

"Mom look, I got really good grades. I am top of my class actually! The teachers say that I will do even greater things in the future if I keep up the hard work and never give up" I said to her, filled with joy, and pride

"That's nice and all honey, but could you go elsewhere? Mom is drinking right now, and trying to enjoy time with her friends" She responded as she pushed me aside like an unwanted servant "What about father? Is he home?" I asked excitedly, if he was home maybe he would praise me and tell me I did good.

"Your dad is cooped up in his studio right now, don't bother him he said he wanted to be alone for the evening. Just, I don't know, go to your room and read a book or something. Anything besides annoying me right now. Now Shoo, Shoo. Get going"

She said with poison in her words, as if she was one syllable away from screaming at me, to not anger her any further I started walking back up to my bedroom away from everyone else but as I made my way to my room I couldn't help but overhear her comments

"I don't even know Cheryl, that boy just isn't right in the head. I mean have you seen news, or read articles about serial killers? They always tend to be really smart as kids and anti social, and I don't mean to sound like a b***h but I would be surprised if by his eighteenth birthday he has a friend or at girlfriend at that"

She said without a care in the world if I heard or not, almost as if she wanted me to hear her say those words filled with hatred. I passed by my father's office on the way to my room, I stood by the door for a second and went to knock before I heard a female voice speak to my father

"Daryl, you know we shouldn't be here at least. I know your wife is downstairs getting wine drunk but what about your son? Isn't he basically next door?"

Said the woman, I could recognize her voice, it was his secretary. Her name was Sunshine, and despite being the mistress of my father she was at least nicer than my own mother and father

"The boy should be asleep by now, if he isn't I'll make sure to make him even then I don't even like the damn brat. Let him hear what he'll be doing in a couple of years to other girls. Let's give him a little example for future reference. Come on, its been a stressful week for both of us, you know you want this just as badly" He said to her before soft giggles turned into erotic moans as I walked down the hall holding my little report card and test scores close to my chest. I never knew what I did wrong. All I did was be born and do my best to make them proud. The worst I ever did was live under the same roof as them.

We were a wealthy family, but father refused to give me money and when he did, mother took it as if it was her own by stealing it when I had my guard low or when I was sleeping which led me to work my own small business early on. It wasn't a large scale operation, just doing the neighbors yard with an old lawnmower, helping Mrs. Archduke at the grocery store and so on. Eventually when I was eight years old, I was able to work alongside a man named Daniel in a gardening business. He was a kind man, if I could put many weekends and summers of work in a single sentence I would say that he was the father figure I was missing. He straightened me out where my biological parents didn't, he taught me to always be kind, many lessons that some may take for granted. Thanks to him I didn't fall into a deep hole filled with drugs, bad decisions and regret. When I graduated from High school my father was too busy screwing his mistress, and my mother was already drinking her life away Daniel showed up with a gift on hand and a smile. He presented to me his family, his wife, and his daughter who I fell in love with before I even had the chance to shake her hand. He gave me a pair of goggles to use at work, he knew I needed glasses which is why he gave it to me. To some a gift like that may have meant nothing, but to me it meant the world because it came from the man I learned to respect and even love as if he was my dad. I went to a nearby prestigious college, moved to a small apartment away from my luxurious home while working for Daniel and actively looking for other jobs. I didn't hate working for him, on the contrary it was nice to do such a thing but I knew I was taking from his budget by working for him. It was a guilt that ate me away from inside out, even more after I asked to go out with his oldest daughter and I realized I had to bring her the best future I could for him. Several years into my study, one job at an office and three promotions I went from living in a small apartment alone to a nice two bedroom apartment near the city and college while living with my fiance and occasionally hosting dinners for the new family I was adopted into. My life was nearly perfect, I was more happy than I could ever remember being but just as everything else it fell apart.

Daniel had to stop working, his body couldn't handle any more stress after years and years of struggling. His body underwent a shutdown and by the end of the week he was in his bed gasping his last breaths as he looked at his family with a smile. His words will forever be engraved into my mind, he looked at me, held my hand then smiled as he spoke in Spanish

"Lucifer...You carry the name of the devil with you, and people become afraid of you.. But... You are a man who will to change the world. You are destined to become something greater than a simple man in an office job. Make me proud, and take my daughter to the kingdom you will create. Never forget who you are Lucifer."

He looked all around one last time, held the hand of the older woman he loved for his entire life then said

"I am grateful for the life I lived. May God bless you all and protect you in my place. I love you all. Goodbye"

Then, we all watched the bright light from his eyes slowly fade away, surrounded by his family and with a window to the future his daughter would have died smiling.

It took a blow to all of us differently, Mrs. Dolores became more quiet and rather dissociated with life but she still was the same lively woman she ever was, the oldest son took care of his company while the younger ones seemed to try harder in school to make him proud, his youngest daughter started aiming higher for her dreams, and his oldest daughter, my wife, was hurt but made sure that she always helped her own family the best she could while we started to move forward into our own lives. However it hit me the hardest, I realized just how fragile our mortal coils are and how easily we can lose everything, his death was the true mark of where my destiny began because his last words to me made me start searching for answers I shouldn't have. I wanted to bring him back, I refused to believe he was gone forever, I wanted to bring him back so badly I began using everything in my power to research a possible gateway to another dimension, to heaven, to hell, to where our souls go after we die. At first I kept it a secret from Emma, but once my studio became filled with work I couldn't keep it a secret anymore so I lied instead. I told her I was working on a complex machine that could make traveling easier, and potentially make space travel a breeze. She did not question it, Emma did not lack the intelligence to understand my work but there was a boundary where I knew she would not comprehend what I was doing. Years passed, everyone seemed to move on from Daniel's death but me it seemed like I was the only one that wanted to still have him with us, but looking back it wasn't that they did not want him back it was that I was still mourning for him because he was the father I wished I had and while my biological father kept getting older thanks to his money, Daniel remained six feet under.

I graduated, worked my ass off beyond belief for my own research, I did everything I needed to move everything forward. I finalized my research, and opened a door to heaven, the first portal ever made in the world. Not only did I revolutionize traveling, I also opened a door to another dimension we always questioned if it existed or not. I think about it every day, about going back and stopping myself from opening that portal, about breaking all my machines, I question whether or not it would change anything. The first time I opened the portal it was a small test, the second time it was in front of an audience that was unaware of what was beyond the other side among them was my wife. I put on the goggles I carried with me till this day then walked through the portal with determination and confidence that was about to be shattered away like what was left in my life.

They say that when you die, you see your life flash before your eyes, that you see everything you have done up until that point, I didn't see that. I saw everything. I saw past, present, future, alternate realities, the beginning of life, gods, everything. I understood everything, everything but how to bring Daniel back or where he was. I had all the knowledge I wanted and ever needed but not the one I always searched for. It was all suddenly stopped by the agonizing pain in my right arm as it was slowly ripped away from my body, I could feel every single nerve slowly be pulled away, every piece of skin being ripped apart as I screamed in agony. Then I saw him, I saw the face of God himself taking my arm away with a wide smile that almost seemed familiar as if I knew him at some point but couldn't remember. He whispered into my ear.

"You aren't worthy, My Son. Don't come back"

I felt his hand push me back, and I saw the pearly gates of heaven close before me as I fell back into my own world. I opened my eyes and looked around with distress, the feeling of my missing arm was painful but it couldn't compare to the dread I was filled with as I turned to see my lovely wife. My beautiful little esposa on the floor with her life drained away from her. I held her with one arm and tried to beg for her to come back to no avail, begging for a miracle. My own stubborn wish to bring back someone, took another important person away from me, my own selfish wish took what I had left from me. I was left with infinite knowledge of this world, the next, infinite languages, so much I couldn't even begin to describe which was what made a target to everyone in this world. The fuckers didn't even let me have a week to mourn and attend the funeral of my poor darling before hunting me down like a dog. With what I had I built myself a prototype of a robot arm and a portable portal to take me wherever I wanted and needed. Anywhere I went I somehow understood the language, I was always able to build something to keep me alive in a hostile atmosphere if needed, I learned how to fight overnight. I was no longer human, but a shell of one. Humanity got its hands on my research and soon enough they were conquering planets and galaxies trying to find me. I became an outlaw, and lived like one. I was always on the run, always trying to escape something.