So, I've decided to extend it. I've got nothing to do now, especially now that I'm done university until intermission in a couple of weeks. Anyhow, I look forward to finally getting this out of my head. Hope you all enjoy.

I found the picture which inspired the fic. It's by a wonderful artist "TokiDokiLoki", and it's called "::SPN:: My Own." It's freaking beautiful.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

Lucifer paced back and forth. There was no denying it. He was infuriated, and there was no one that would listen! Father's new-found adoration for his new creations was going way too far, he even went as far as to brush Lucifer off when he found out that it was him who tempted Eve, the simpleton. It was a simple joke, a dare from his brother Michael to see if he could tempt her with the apple of the "forbidden tree", who was a lot easier to sway than he thought. Was father's creations really this weak-minded, and easily swayed? She disobeyed his father, her father as well. It sickened him to think that they shared the same father.

Lucifer sneered at the wall, his wings flaring up, all six of them extending to their full height. Now that he thought about it, it seemed...childish to follow one's father when they have already passed into maturity. He was a fully grown male angel, specifically one of the strongest.

'No, I am the strongest.' Lucifer sneered inside his mind, a rage settling inside his chest and thickened his resolve. There would be consequences for father's actions, and Lucifer would see to them.

"Do you feel it? The little one is so adorable, so fresh with life..." Gabriel sighed, looking into the blue eyes that belonged to his child-

'Brother. He is your brother, not your child!' Gabriel chastised himself, watching as Balthazar crooned and made silly faces down at Castiel, the small cherub responding by smacking a chubby hand on his face. Balthazar swooned.

"He is definitely going to be a fine warrior; you can already feel the grace taking place..." Balthazar murmured placing his hands underneath Gabriel's as he cradled the tiny angel. Gabriel felt a feral snarl build its way inside his chest, his wings flaring. Instead of being afraid, Castiel took his attention away from Balthazar's and looked at Gabriel's face as his eyes flashed a brilliant shade of gold.

"No." Gabriel snapped at Balthazar's risen eyebrow. Said angel rolled his blue eyes, though not as brilliant as Castiel's own glowing orbs.

"Gabriel, you must let others hold the cherub. There hasn't been one since Annalisa." Balthazar reasoned, holding his hands out, his tone gentle and kind. Gabriel growled and held Castiel closer to his chest, his wings flaring and wrapping around him and Castiel. Balthazar sighed. Time was undetermined in heaven, but in the human realm, it had been months since Castiel was created by Father. Cain, the first son of Man, was born not long ago and Castiel was always in Gabriel's arms. Protected, smothered with love, and he looked at the cherub with eyes that Balthazar only seen when their father looked at them.

Gabriel, on the other hand, felt his irrational angelically primal instincts kick in hyper mode when Balthazar had slipped his hands underneath his own, almost as if he were to remove Castiel, his sweet, soft Castiel from his arms.

'But Balthazar is trustable. He wouldn't drop him like Raphael or Michael joked, or keeps him for extended periods like Lucifer...' Gabriel thought, frowning deeply while eyeing his friend with open arms, and an understanding look in his blue eyes. Sighing deeply, Gabriel retracted his wings and took a tentative step towards Balthazar who smiled softly at his friend. Reaching out with his arms, who's muscle was nowhere near as impressive as Gabriel's, as he was more a scholar than a warrior, he placed Castiel inside his arms. Balthazar looked down at the small cherub, and instantly he was hooked. The creation of Annalisa was nothing compared to this babe. Cap of dark hair, chubby cheeks, and sharp blue eyes. No wonder why Gabriel was so insanely protective of this youngling. He felt his chest puff up, his wings twitching. He wanted to take Castiel away from everyone, and keep him to himself. Shaking himself of the dangerous impulses, he felt a dopey smile form on his face as Castiel cooed at him, causing Gabriel to sigh and giggle softly.

"He likes you. He doesn't speak to angels, besides me and father." Gabriel murmured, standing close to his cousin, taking his charge back into his arms, feeling the familiar weight against his chest and inside his arms made him relax-

"What do you think Lucifer is doing with the sword of stones?" Balthazar questioned, watching as Lucifer strode down the concrete hall, the undying flames lining the wall was dimming, making Gabriel's eyes widen. No way.

"Balthazar." Gabriel barked, his archangelic grace pulsed in his being. Balthazar shrunk under the commanding tone that Gabriel only used when there was trouble.

"Yes?" He asked timidly. He would have to be stupid to not be properly afraid of an archangel.

"Get Michael and Raphael. Now."Gabriel barked once more, and with a flap of his angular wings, he was more than hundreds of feet in the air and off to get his brothers.

Gabriel narrowed his golden eyes, tightening his hold on Castiel as he followed his brother into father's throne room.

Lucifer swallowed the bitter taste in his mouth, this had to end. There would be no turning back after this, and hopefully he could make father see that his own children were far more important than those...disgusting abortions.

Raising his hand, he instinctively began to knock before shaking his head, a childish arrogance taking over in his head. He pushed the doors open and saw his father with one of his burly uncles, Zeus, one of the many Olympian God's, and was speaking to his father in their ancient languages. And from what Lucifer had prodded out of his father on the fate of the new race of humans, he was going to allow Zeus and his...family take some part of humanity. Lucifer sneered at the thought. There will be no more humanity by the end of this.

"Lucifer, what is the meaning of this, son?" His father turned to stare at him, his white hair was pulled back in a high pony tail, accenting his angular face, ridden with battle scars and lined with wisdom. Zeus raised a bushy eyebrow at him, his lightning eyes calculating and cold.

"Father, I would rather speak with you in private." He sneered, and his inner conscious was begging him to stop, before any real trouble would arise. Zeus narrowed his eyes into a glare. Lucifer squared his shoulders before baring his teeth at him; a sign of utmost disrespect. Zeus snarled, reaching back behind him and pulled out a lightning bolt. Lucifer felt fear jolt through him when he saw his uncle descend upon him, lightning bolt bright and dangerous in his calloused hands.

Raising his new-found sword of stone, Lucifer spread his legs and grounded himself, settling into a stance that his own father had shown him. Before Lucifer could even blink, he watched as his father twisted his uncles wrist, the lightning bolt was about to fall on the floor before his father grabbed it with his other hand. The reaction was instantaneous.

Gabriel barged in, Castiel in his arms, eyes blazing. Lucifer was too transfixed on the sight before him, watching as his uncle, an Olympian, known for their physical strength, was on his knees, snarling at his father, lightning eyes flashing dangerously, and his own father was twisting his wrist even tighter, causing a howl of pain to leave Zeus's lips. In his other hand, the lightning bolt had fried and was shredding the arm of the stranger that held it. Lucifer balked. No one should be able to withstand that pain. His father's liquid power fell on the floor, causing life to spread, and break the concrete floor to break simultaneously. Gabriel squawked and rushed forward before father sent him a glance, a single glance that froze him on the spot.

"Lucifer! What in father's name are you doing?!" Gabriel hissed at him, clutching his charge to his chest. Castiel blinked owlishly, looking at the two gods, then at Lucifer.

"It has to be done!" Lucifer snapped back at his younger brother. Gabriel's eyebrows shot up and disappeared in his hairline.

Both angels turned their attention to see their father release their uncle, who got off the floor, snatched the lightning bolt and sent his nephew, Lucifer, a quelling glare before disappearing in a flash of lightning.

Lucifer swallowed nervously when his father turned his attention to his second oldest son, who looked properly cowed in his angel boots. Raising an aged eyebrow, he rubbed his wrist, still tingling from the lightning bolt and looked inside his son's eyes. Lucifer boldly glared and seemed to find his resolve and pushed his father out of his mind when he felt the gentle tendrils of his father's powers prod at his mind.

The doors busted open, Michael and Raphael barging in, blades drawn and from the looks of it, were on the training field before Balthazar got to them.

"Lucifer, stop it!" Michael snarled, his angel blade –something they had all agreed upon, weapon and name- gleaming brightly, Raphael trailing behind him and spotted Gabriel with Castiel, a silent question in his eyes. Gabriel looked at him and nodded curtly, motioning to the stand-off their idiot brother seemed to have with their beloved father.

"Stay out of this, Michael!" Lucifer snarled, not taking his eyes off his father, who was regarding him with a stern expression.

"Like Hell I will!" Michael snapped. Hell was something that the four of them had agreed upon, a place for torture and enemies, a place that they would all manage while father managed heaven. They have yet to actually develop the whole idea, and yet to present it, but they all agreed that Hell would be... the worst place anyone would want to go.

"It doesn't concern you." Lucifer sneered, taking a step to the right, scowling when his father didn't regard him with any caution or wariness. Just the stern, paternal gaze that infuriated Lucifer.

"Big brother, please stop." Raphael begged, his herbal enchantments clinking in his pouch as he briefly fingered the dagger on his side. He was his brother, his big brother.

"Lucifer is being a young temperamental fledging." Father declared loudly, cutting off all squabble. "That is all."Castiel squirmed in Gabriel's arms, hearing his father's voice. Blue eyes blinking, craning his head and looked at his father, cooing softly.

Lucifer squawked loudly, his face contorting into one of rage.

"A fledging?! How dare you!" Lucifer snarled and poised the blade to aim for his father's chest, and shot forward to maim. Michael moved in a blink of an eye, but Gabriel saw everything. He saw Michael charge his angel blade full of grace, and Gabriel watched with amazed eyes as the angel blade lit up in flames. Lucifer yelped as the blade of angelic fire shattered the sword of stone, leaving nothing more than a stone handle with a stump of a blade. Michael stood before their Father, Raphael pushed Gabriel behind him. If he wasn't holding Castiel, he would have smacked the healer and pushed forward to give Lucifer a good beating, but he was holding Castiel, who was watching the scene unfold with wide, shocked eyes.

"How dare you, Lucifer." Michael growled, looking every bit as dangerous as the title of being an archangel.

"How dare I?! How dare him!" Lucifer jabbed a finger passed Michael's imposing form to their father, who was curiously peering at his son's flaming sword. He expected his son's abilities to come into fruition later, but it seems the thought of his best comrade, his closest brother aiming a sword at him would do the trick.

"And what did father do, exactly?" Gabriel asked, shifting Castiel in his arms to a more comfortable position.

"How do you- Have you noticed how he neglects us for those...those" Lucifer growled. "those abortions! They are flawed! They disobeyed father when I possessed a serpent and charmed her into eating an apple! An apple! If I could do that with an apple, imagine the things one could sway humans into doing something worse?!" Lucifer argued, watching as Michael's fiery gaze pierce his soul. He clenched the broken sword in his hand, feeling a cold, tingly sensation pulse in his grace. Why couldn't they see?

"Lucifer, it was a joke!" Raphael tried to reason with his older brother. Michael was gripping his blade dangerously tight, the flames extending to the back of his shoulders to the very tips of his wings. Raphael gawked before turning to Lucifer, watching his brother, worry in his gaze. Lucifer and Michael were tied in everything, from thumb-wrestles to flying speed. But this new found power definitely gave Michael an edge.

"A joke!" Lucifer sneered at Raphael's hurt face.

"A joke could make them turn their back on father! That proves that they aren't worthy of the love father so freely gives them!" Lucifer barked, and Gabriel face-palmed, causing Castiel to turn his eyes up at him.

"Lucifer, father is punishing them now. They have to suffer in the harsh terrains of the world, and watch for predators, and even watch for death. They have to work for their food! That is punishment enough, yes?" Gabriel asked him, pinching the bridge of his nose. Looking up, he watched as his father cradled Castiel in his arms, and walk through the invisible line that was between Gabriel's older brothers.

"Father-"

"Enough!" Their father barked, his voice strong and taking a dangerous edge. Everyone in the room was properly cowed. Even Michaels flames dimmed somewhat. Gabriel took place beside Raphael and regarded Lucifer with distaste.

"I will not have my sons argue about something as trivial as my affections!" He snapped, looking down at Castiel's soft cherub face. His face softened before it hardened.

Lucifer snorted and gripped the broken sword in his hand and with blinding speed he pulled his arm back and threw it directly at his father's head. Gabriel's eyes widened, Raphael gasped, and Michael roared, flames at full peak, almost a walking fiery entity stalking in Lucifer's direction. Gabriel watched as their father held his hand up, and watched as the stone disintegrated into a fine dust mid-throw before it even came close to him or Castiel, who was now lulled into sleep, mouth open, revealing pearly white teeth.

Lucifer pulled his angel-blade from his white robes, which were slowly dying black from the feet up, though only their father, Raphael, and Gabriel noticed. Michael was much too furious and on fire to notice, and Lucifer poised himself to attack once more, the tingling sensation returning inside his grace. Holding the blade of flames high, Michael brought it down on Lucifer, who blocked it, and watched with fascination as his grace spread through the blade, and instantly, ice began to form, blocking the flames effectively.

Gabriel reached forward and yanked Michael off of Lucifer, who was now turning black, his wings darkening black and blue, his silver eyes going black. Michael stumbled back, his flames receding and was about to comment on Gabriel's invasion before his father placed his hand on his shoulder. Michael bowed and backed off, his fiery temper still flaring. Gabriel had his older brother shoved against a pillar, way too angry to feel his father behind him.

"What was that for, you ungrateful-" And Gabriel proceeded to snarl curse words at him in Enochian that made Raphael sigh before pulling Michael back more and tended to his wounds, the flame did him no harm, but clenching the angel blade so hard that it pierced his flesh needed to be tended to. Michael's fiery gaze was locked with Lucifer's icy gaze. There were no words for the bitter feeling that settled in Michael's abdomen, the horrible taste in his mouth, or the burning sensation in his eyes as he thought of how he dared to harm their father...

"Gabriel, stop." Their father ordered, placing a hand on Gabriel's shoulder, who looked back at his father, tears of grace falling down his angled cheekbones and dripping off his chin. His father's eyes were filled with disappointment, and Gabriel knew it wasn't directed towards him, but he bowed his head in shame and stepped back, giving the collar of his brother's shirt to his father as it was steadily growing more and more darker.

Lucifer defiantly stared at his father, daring him to make a judgement or comment on his darkening appearance, which he finally took notice on. Lucifer felt panic settle in his gut. What was happening?

"Lucifer, my morning star..." His father said sharply, and Lucifer looked back up from his darkening hands to his father, darkening eyes wide with shock and apprehension. "You are to be stripped of your rank..." Lucifer gasped, clutching his sword and clothes, his wings trembling.

"No.." He whimpered.

"You are to be stripped of your wings." And they were gone.

"Father! No, please! I'm sorry!" Lucifer begged, feeling his wings, all six of them shrink and disappear, dark feathers falling on the floor. Gabriel watched the scene with tears in his eyes. He couldn't watch.

"You are to be stripped of your grace, and replaced with essence of darkness and all things depraved." He intoned, with a wave of his hand, Lucifer fell to his knees before his father, pleading and screaming for forgiveness.

"No father! Please!" he begged.

"And finally, I cast you out for punishment." Gabriel choked on a sob, and Michael glared hard at his brother, tears unshed in his eyes. Raphael wrapped an arm around his brother Gabriel and pulled him in, his own tears falling down his face.

"May you return to me and your family when you learn your lessons." He finished, and he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

And just like that, Lucifer was gone, descending to the world below.

Sooo, what do you think? I happen to think that this what happened to Lucifer when he fell.

Monster out.