Writing prompt answers

And He Fell

Father pressed me on again.
"Lucifer! Stop this! Why can't you just trust me!" He finally snapped. I could see it, in his eyes. How they went from immense emotion to none at all. And I knew what he was going to do. "You will love the humans more than me, or you will fall, to never return to Heaven. Do you understand?" I realized he wasn't going to see it my way. Realized my only option was to back down, or fall, as he said. I had already made my choice, before he had even offered the circumstance. I knew if I'd kept pushing, I'd come to this.
"Yes, Father." He looked up at me, as if trying to read my mind. As if, hoping that I would be loyal to the disgusting things I'm ashamed to have ever liked.
"And?" Standing up straight, hands clasped and pressed against my toro, I decided if I was going out, I would go out with respect.
"If falling is what it takes, so be it." His eyes then flashed with rage, but only for a moment, until the went soft. He didn't think I'd chose this. He thought I'd back down. Then, unexpectedly, he smiled.
"You were always a stubborn one." That smile made me question my decision, wonder if I had chosen wrong. But I would learn later, i was right. And, by then, I couldn't change my mind anyway. The smiled dissolved, and he realized, no matter what he did, he wouldn't get me to change my mind. He noticed too, I think, why i was standing stiff, unmoving, eyes as emotionless as I would let them be. He knew I thought I would be cast out then and there. He sighed, "You will fall tomorrow. I suggest you take this time to say farewell. The way I plan, this is the last time you will see your brothers." I nodded stiffly, striding out the door with purpose, I had someone I needed to talk to, and it came to be the person I would miss the most.

"He talked to Gabriel. He loved all his brothers, but he was closest to Gabriel. Gabriel was the one who told Mother Mary she was going to have Jesus as her child." Some of the children gasped, and I chuckled a little bit, then getting back to the story. "One by one, Lucifer said his goodbyes to his six brothers. Then, the next day, he went back to his Father, ready to be cast out and fall, for all of time."

I walked into his office, realizing it was about this time yesterday he showed me the humans. Once a blessing to have the little things in this realm, they had ripped away the two things I had. My family. I had my Father and my brothers, and that was it. And now I would lose both. As I turned a corner and saw the desk where he worked, I was surprised by who I saw. Not my Father, but Micheal. He had his hands behind his back and a solemn look carved into his face. I cocked my head to the side questioningly.
"Micheal? You shouldn't be here. I already said goodbye. Father will be here soon." Micheal had had his gaze stuck on one particular spot on the floor since I walked in, and he only looked up now.
"You aren't going to fall by Father's hand." I noticed only now he had tears in his eyes, and they were slowly starting to form rivers on his cheeks.
"Michael? What are you speaking of?" I tried to keep my voice even, but it was as if I already knew who my fate was being left to.
"Lucifer- Luci," I had been able to keep them away until he said my name. My nickname, the one he'd given me a millennium ago. The way he said it like it broke his heart to. The way I could tell he regretted it as soon as he said it. And then the tears I had been blinking away refused to be held back any longer. They started to make their way down my cheeks, and would hit the floor soon enough. He should've stuck to Lucifer. "You will fall by hand, Father ordered it from me." His hands came from where they were hidden, holding a sword that I knew would be my downfall. I took a deep breath, determined to keep calm even as there were still tears falling unwaveringly.
"I understand. He's making an example of me." My voice was as steady as I could get it. Michael took a step, moving around Father's desk.
"I'm sorry." His voice was threatening to break completely, and it wan't helping my cause. Standing stiff, with my hands behind my back this time, feet together and forcing myself to look like I wanted this. Like I was okay with this, even if the fact that Michael was doing this was tearing me apart inside. Swallowing loudly, I spoke again.
"I do not blame you for this Michael. And tell Father," I paused, deciding he didn't deserve the level of respect I was still giving him, "tell dad," Michael's steady walking towards me wavered for a moment, and a slight noise came from the back of his throat, questioning my bravery, even though Fathe- dad couldn't hear me, "he will regret his choice. I will make sure of it." Still reeling at my bravery to not call dad by his proper name, Michael only gave a small nod. Coming closer still, he was about a foot in front of me. Tears kept plaguing both of our eyes, voices so thin they be lucky to make it another word. As he approached me, six inches. Then four. Two. I felt the tip of the sword press against my stomach. Right before he pushed through, when he was still convincing himself he could do, wondering if he could fake it, then realizing if he did he'd fall as well, I took the chance to say my final words to my brother. The brother I never expected to have to say my final words to. The ones I'd hoped to say to my dad.
"Farewell brother. At least you didn't stab me in the back." He pushed the blade forward, into my stomach, and I felt my wings shatter, falling to shards and feathers on the floor. Blackness and nothing clawed at me from the inside out, and the last thing I remember seeing is Michael's tear stricken face as I crumbled in front of him.

"So what happened then?" The children were still surprisingly upbeat, even after I told them this depressing story.

I looked over them again,
"Lucifer was sent to Hell. Where he resides even today. And, like he said, he wanted to make God regret his falling. So, he temps and teases and tortures the human race, just to show how flawed we are. But, he wasn't always like that. He was once good. Gods favorite, even." I stood up, and I swear I saw disappointment in some of the eyes that looked back at me. "And that's the story of Lucifer. Time to go home." They stood up tiredly, as if just listening to that story made them tired. It was a lot to process.

They all went home, probably to tell their parents of what they learned today. I smiled, it was good knowing you taught children something. Even if you had to teach them about Lucifer.