MS PROLOGUE (Patreon)

Fire.

A sea of fire.

Wherever he could see, only fire would greet his sight. As if the world was entirely covered in the scarlet flame of purgatory.

How hot was the current temperature? He did not know but what he did know was that this world and all living beings on it were finished—burned down to nothing by flame not inferior to that of the sun core in his previous world.

Eternal flame that would never go out, thereby condemning this world.

“Brother, it’s time for this useless charade to stop.”

The dark cloud in the sky opened up in a wide circle and a brilliant golden pillar of light fell. In in, an androgynous being with six pairs of white wings and two golden Halo side by side above his long golden hair was slowly floating down.

As if he was a judge about to punish a sinner.

“So, this is a checkmate huh. What a fine Heavenly envoy you do. Burning down an entire world with the flame of judgment just to catch me, hah Michael.”

“Lucifer, my dear brother …How far you have fallen.”

The heavenly being looked down at the tattered man standing on the molten lava. His black wings were stained with blood, his face was haggard and the divine energy he felt from him was so small it could barely burn on a city-wide scale.

This was why Michael spoke with pity overwhelming in his voice. After all, there was nothing Lucifer could do now.

“As for those who lost their life. You do not have to worry. Their sacrifice would be remembered for they helped in capturing a sinner such as you. May their souls rest in peace.”


Lucifer's fingers tightened around his spear while his golden eyes were blazing with pure fury. In the end, though, all he did was release a laugh,

“Hahaha! Indeed. This is how you fucking bastard always acted. Always moving as if the world should bow down to you. As if no life was equal to you.”

“Is it not the case?”

Michael tilted his head in genuine wonder. There was no conceit nor falsehood in his gaze. After all, for a Archangel like him, a living god, a true transcendental being, all lives outside of their own were worthless.

From their birth, the way they saw the world was different from mortals. They saw them the same way humans saw ants or animals.

Something curious to look at.

Something amusing to raise.

Something to step on when it became annoying.

This went past the question of right or wrong. It was simply a different outlook on life.

Even then….Even so…

Lucifer gritted his teeth so much he began to bleed. He was angry. So angry but anger alone would not resolve the current situation.

Michael, taking his silence for surrender finally landed on the heated lava. Or at least it seemed so. A lotus bloomed under his feet just as he was about to touch the ground. As if for him, the simple fact of making contact with this world was an insult of himself.

Walking steadily towards his fallen brother he spoke quietly, “You should obediently surrender now, oh brother of mine. Further struggle would only be pointless and a waste of time.”

Lucifer stayed silent, his head down and his expression, hidden by his hair that were as dark as the night, twisted in a victorious grin.

Michael's supernatural senses immediately warned him that something wasn’t right.

From his hand, golden chains flew at high speed and tried to chain down Lucifer. Those chain were created with the fire of the sun and the dust of the moon, chains that could hold down even the mightiest gods and deprive them of all their powers.

As weak as Lucifer was currently, there was simply no way for him to escape.

At least that should have been the case.

“Did you forget, dear brother?” The word brother was hissed with such a venomous hatred and disdain that Michael shuddered. “I am the strongest.”

But more than anything, as Lucifer rose his head and looked directly in his eyes, Michael remembered.

The man in front of him was no ordinary divine being.

This fight between them lasted seven days and seven nights. The sacrifice of the population of an entire world as well as the death of many of their brethren.

This was how strong

The first archangel. Born from of the darkest night before the birth of this universe.

The first sun, the one who brought light and illuminated the universe on the first day.

He was Lucifer, the Light Bearer.

[I, the demon king of salvation said…]

The world paused. The wind listened and the stars observed.

Two words from the man were enough to command everything to pay attention to him. Not even the chains of Michael were able to proceed further.

At the same time, Michael feels the unease in his heart grow considerably stronger. The world begin to tremble and the flames began to move erratically and fused into the body of Lucifer.

“Are you insane!!”

Michael’s eyes opened wide. All the continence and aloofness, gone from his face and replaced by a deep and fearful expression.

‘Heh, as I thought, all those bastards act the same in front of death.’

Michael growled at the sight of the mocking expression on Lucifer’s face. But he did not stay. Given up even on his chain, Michael opened his wings wide and moved back as he began to flee desperately.

Lucifer gave a disappointed laugh. If he had more strength left he would have been able to do faster. Sadly it seemed that Michael would only be severely wounded.

“I rather die, than surrender.”

He muttered, loud enough for Michael to hear even as he tried to leave this forsaken world.

Sadly for him, no matter how fast he was, he could not surpass the attack for him,

<<Let there be light!!>>

The light of salvation bathed the world and like this, an entire world was erased from the cosmos.

On that day, after a terribly wounded Michael joined back Heaven and denounced the crime of the Fallen Lucifer and how he was thus punished by death, the higher up of the nine heavens and the seven hells all went into an uproar.

The death of a mighty being such as Lucifer was something that shook everything to its core.

Many wondered if he really died, but as the years became decades, then centuries and still nothing changed, they finally realized.

Lucifer, the Light Bringer really died.

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At least—this is what they thought.

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(AN: this is just a random idea I had. Basically this would be the origin story of Lucifer. He will reincarnate in Hell in one of the 72 family and work up until he become one of the Overlord of Hell. I wonder what you think of this prologue. The story would have some smut but mostly actions based and character development. Like SHK
I have another idea called DH like this one but this story would be a Xianxia type. I will write the prologue of that story later and post for you to see.)