Agent Angel

Hundreds of Thousands of years ago...

LUCIFER

'WHO THE HELL DOES HE THINK HE IS?' I thought to myself, seething. 'How dare he cast me out of heaven like that! Like I am some kind of beast he can dispose of?! I swear on God's Will I will get my revenge.'

"CROWLEY! GET YOUR HELLISH FACE IN HERE AT ONCE!" I screamed, calling my right-hand man who immediately appeared at my right side. "I have a mission for you. It will take time, and it will take evil and darkness to achieve, but I will exact my damned revenge on him and all those angels."

"I will need followers, and that is where you come in, Crowley. You will be sent back upstairs, to that horrible holy palace. You will start talks of a rebellion. You will spread my name amongst all, and strike fear into everyone's hearts. You will make promises of a new allegiance, of a new empire, of a new reign. A reign of freedom and chaos, of anyone's darkest wishes. Tell them that to follow me, they will need to commit acts of treason against God and his holy followers. Such treason that will weaken them all, and these brave spirits must fall, fall down to this fiery pit and serve me." I told him of all my plans, and how he would help me achieve my revenge. I promised him glory, and that his work and help in the fall of Heaven would be remembered everywhere. Not that there would be many people left to remember it. As I was telling him my plans, his face lit up with excitement. "Yes, my master. We shall weaken his holiness, and I shall lead thousands upon thousands of defying souls down into this fiery pit. We will create chaos and destruction within both Heaven and Earth in our downfall. So much that even the powers of his holiness cannot mend and fix!" He exclaimed happily, attempting to imagine all the chaos he could cause. I crossed my arms, glaring down at him with fire in my eyes. "Yes, bring my faithful servants down, and weaken him. Now go and strike fear and despair into their hearts, kill innocents. Do whatever it takes to make my name known to all of angel kind and mankind alike. GO AT ONCE!" I roared the last part and he vanished, almost before I finished speaking.

"Now let me change, for I am no longer a Guardian Angel, and let me wear my true face and colours.But first I shall truly build Hell." I muttered to myself, raising my arms slowly. Branches of fire leapt out, and geysers of fire rose along a rocky pathway. A stony, jagged castle rose up at the end of the path, a great cavernous hole behind it. The castle grew and grew, becoming the size of a mountain. Geysers of flaming lava spurted from the ground to make the archway, and the fire lit up the castle walls, showing a cold, dull grey colour. I smirked at the evil aura the castle spread around it, the smoke protecting the castle from any do-gooder Samaritans or God's workers. Lakes of fire and lava spread around, leaving little islands, for torturing the souls of the damned. Little opening appeared near the start of these great lakes of lava, for demons to go into and rest. Of course these holes were only visible to demons.I jumped with excitement at my creation, and walked along the narrow pathway, with rocks crumbling away. Clicking my fingers, my white robes and my eyes turned black, almost simultaneously. My teeth grew long and sharper, and large red horns replaced my halo, growing out of my black hair. A tail grew at the small of my back, and became pointy at the end, with my skin turning red. A large black staff appeared in my hand, with the middle point standing tall, and the two outer points curling down and away, twisting around the staff, and my arm. On my face, I could feel as marks of black circled my eyes, weaving themselves down and around my nose, to turn my lips black. These marks then swirled around and ran down my chin, and neck, to reach my body. As I carried on walking towards my castle, I could feel myself growing, both in height and strength, my muscles getting more defined and bigger. I walked into the castle, and saw paintings everywhere of this new land being created, and one portrait of myself, showing the true face of the Devil.

In the middle of the cavernous room I was in sat a throne, made entirely of swords and skulls, waiting for me. I walked over and sat in this throne, noticing how it was sized perfectly, without leaving too much room or too little room to fill, and was the exact height I wanted. "He will get what he deserves. I promise you this. We will eat as many souls as we can, torturing others. Anything to destroy his precious humans. Anything to destroy him." I muttered, waiting for Crowley's return.