Midnight with the Devil - Prologue
What time his pride had cast him out from Heaven, with all his host of rebel Angels. - John Milton, Paradise Lost
“How you have fallen from heaven, Morning Star, Son of the Dawn!”
“Favorite son no more!”
“No longer will you shine!”
The taunts from his brother angels filled his head as he fell through the clouds. Light and darkness consumed him in flashing turns as he passed through the stars, into the clouds, and toward the earth. The air cut him, and the wind roared around him so deafening that his eardrums burst. Dawn was on the horizon, and he would die before he saw it fully claim the skies.
“You, my brightest star, my favorite among the angels, how you have disappointed me.” Father’s voice was the hardest to bear.
Lucifer closed his eyes, welc
