Falling For You

Chapter 5: The Fall: Part I

When I got to the gate, there was no way to find Seraphina. The crowd was impossibly big and unmovable. I heard voices saying something and it was then that I heard her. Seraphina.

“I wish to join Lucifer as well,” she spoke, loudly and proudly.

What had I missed? Who was this Lucifer she was discussing? The crowd parted enough for me to gaze upon her face and the angel she stood next to. She placed her hand on Samael’s shoulder as a sign of allegiance. The whispers came floating back. Samael was going against Father’s wishes by tempting the humans in The Garden. Those on his side were claiming that we had less freedom than the humans did, and it was unfair. They felt the angels should have more freedoms than puny, dirty, unintelligent humans.

“Seraphina!” I yelled, as I pushed through the crowd to try and get closer to her. “Please, don’t do this! This is wrong!”

Father’s voice boomed out, “Seraphina and the ones who stand so boldly with Lucifer have made their choice. Now it is time for the rest of you to choose. Join Lucifer or stay with Me,” Father’s voice gave away no anger, but there was a strange emotion each time he said Samael’s new chosen name.

One-by-one, every angel in Heaven chose a side. Most chose to stay with Father, whether it was out of fear or loyalty was unclear. Slowly, the seas of beings were beginning to part, and soon it would be my turn. A war was waging within my soul. Which side do I choose? On the one hand, there was Seraphina. The angel who had been there for me since she was created. She was my best friend and closest confidant. I loved her with every fiber of my being. On the other hand, was Father. If I chose him, I would likely not suffer the wrath he was sure to unleash when the decisions were made. He had also decided to give me a prestigious job: The Angel of Death; while I wasn’t completely sure what this job entailed, I did know it granted me access to both celestial realms and the mortal plane. This was the thing that made my decision for me.

“I choose Father,” I said softly, as I walked toward Father’s side.

“Z!” Seraphina shouted when I was only a few steps short from Father’s side. “Come with me. We can be together. We can be free!” she shouted gleefully.

I shook my head sorrowfully, “I can’t. Father has assigned me to-”

Seraphina cut me off, “You don’t have to! If we follow Lucifer, we get to choose! Don’t you want to be free to feel? To love?”

This gave me pause. To feel and to love, freely? What would that look like? Would Father even allow this? What would happen if no one took my place to remove the human? The thought jumped in before I could stop it. The humans. Would they even die without an Angel of Death? Would anyone else take the position? What would happen if too many humans existed at the same time and never died? The Earth, and all of my beautiful creations, would be… destroyed.

I shook my head and looked her in the eye as I walked the last few steps to join Father. A tear slipped down Seraphina’s cheek as she watched me. As I watched her, I saw the fire in her eyes slowly die, and then Lucifer whispered something in her ear. When she heard his words, a small smile grew and her eyes burned brightly again. What had he said to change her mind? What did this mean?

I looked at all the faces of my brothers and sisters standing with Lucifer. Something was happening among them, but what? They didn’t seem defeated, but joyful, perhaps? I pitied them. They were all about to be punished, and yet they thought they had won. I wish I could feel the freedom they were temporarily feeling, but I knew the price was too high. Just as Father was about to speak, Lucifer gave a signal and all hell broke loose.

It was complete and utter chaos. Angels were everywhere fighting, ripping, punching; all in an attempt to reach Father. Those closest to Father shielded him without a second thought, those on Lucifer’s side did what they could to reach Father, but it was no use.

Just as quickly as it started, it ended. There were terrible injuries on both sides, but it was nothing celestials could not revolver from. When I looked around again, all of the angels who had not chosen Father were wingless; all except Lucifer. It was then that the real cries of pain and anguish began. Father had maimed them. Father was being cruel to them. This was all His fault. They cried these things out and more, but Father took no notice.

Instead, He looked down at Lucifer, his most beloved son, with mixed emotions on his face. He took a moment to survey the damage and choose his words carefully for his former favorite son.