So Lucifer in Chapter one will be referred to, interchangeably, as either Lucifer or Samael. The Angel Samael is widely considered to be a variation/other name for Lucifer in Judeo-Christian Mythology so it's his pre-fall name. Interesting that one of his names is Samael when his vessel's name is Samuel (and the show wasn't originally going to introduce Angels at all) anyway, on with the story.

It was a long while before Lucifer was truly corrupted by the Mark that God, his Father, had commanded his favourite son—his Morning Star—to bear. Lucifer was initially proud that he was trusted to wear the Mark that kept his Aunt from obliterating all of existence, all the Creations that his Father would go on to form.

It was many millennia before the strongest Archangel—strongest mentally—truly started to feel the effects. The Mark urging Samael—as he was called then—to slaughter. To destroy the new Creations his father was off making. They were his siblings, but they were not. His siblings were Raphael, Gabriel, and Michael. The ones that he didn't want to hurt.

These weaker Angels he had no such qualms about. Still, he resisted the urge to give into the urge to destroy, to kill those his Father willed for him to call Brothers. Though, the Mark started to change him regardless. Michael and Raphael got the brunt of the bloodthirsty craze, the punches, the insults, the pain. He wouldn't kill or maim a brother, though.

He would never give into his own Darkness. He was the favourite Son. He would make his father proud. He had too. It wasn't just his father, though. Michael remained attentive at his younger brother's side through the worst of the mood swings, of the aggression. Samael owed his brother—his lover—everything. For he surely would have broken by now had it not been for his elder brother or Gabriel.

Then was the day that Michael had wondered, had grown curious. If God was their Creator, but also their Father, didn't that mean that any angel could be a Father if they were a Creator? If he and Lucifer could each fuse a portion of their Grace together they could theoretically make an Angel who was different. Not God's child, but their own. Yet, Michael and Samael named their son "Shield of God" in hopes that he would have His mercy. They were both afraid that He may have not wanted a child from their union. If his name implied that he would be meant for a Garrison, he may be accepted.

And for a while, the family of three was happy.

God had warned Michael that one day, if that happens, he might have to kill his brother. The name was meant as a warning. If Samael Fell, Michael would Fall beside him.

It wasn't what happened.

When God created the Soul, took his Four eldest and strongest children by the hand and ordered them to love The Humans more than Himself, Lucifer felt betrayed. His father, who had given him a Mark that was slowly corrupting mind, now wanted him to bow down to Humanity instead of Him. What was Humanity even? An imperfect mess of emotions that died as soon as he blinked. They weren't special. God was Special.

But God didn't love him anymore.

And neither did Michael, who was on his knees, Raphael and Gabriel following. Lucifer glared at his father. "No." He said.

His brothers looked up at him, stunned. "Samael." Michael pleaded. Their son—born just after the last of God's Angels, Samandriel—was off with one of God's creations, Balthazar. He wasn't present for what followed.

Lucifer would always be grateful that his Son was not present for his Fall.

"I refuse to bow before such inferior beings." Lucifer said. "They'll betray you. And you're asking me to love them. Am I not enough for you, Father?"

Raphael and Gabriel watched on, fear in their Hearts. Michael looked up at his brother and lover, the Second Father of his Beloved child. God watched Samael warily. "The humans are made in My own image."

"Then it is you, Father, who is Flawed." Lucifer spat. "I will not bow down to these flawed abortions!"

Michael stood then and attempted to reason with Samael, only to end up with his Brother's fist against his jaw. Raphael punched Samael in return. Gabriel's eyes filled with horror as he watched his three brothers begin fighting amongst themselves, Michael and Raphael against his favourite brother.

Michael pulled himself out of the fray and turned away. He knew it wasn't his Lucifer doing this, but the Mark. Yet, he was angered. And concerned, now that he had seen the first of likely many times that his younger brother give into the anger and hatred that it would cause.

He tricked the Angel, Gadreel, into letting him set evil onto the Garden—and felt no shame when Gadreel was imprisoned for stupidity. He manipulated Azazel, Asmodel, Ramiel, Dagon into Falling, into becoming Demons. Princes. He manipulated Adam's first wife, God's creation—Lilith, she was called—and twisted her precious soul, corrupted it. It was as Dark as his Grace had become, would become.

Frankly, Samael—Lucifer—found the Demons more repulsive then the new humans. Corrupted versions of something already corrupt. Once he managed to rid the Earth of his father's new Creation, managed to convince the Angels and his Brothers that his way was still righteous, Lilith, the Princes, and whoever else managed to become so corrupt were next on his list. Abominations, all of them. Created from Anger, from the Mark's influence.

Michael disallowed him from seeing their son. And when he tried to get his brother to see his way, that these humans were not worth it, Michael turned away from him, declared him Fallen, banished him from Heaven. It hurt more than he expected it to.

He attempted to twist his own Vessel, Abel, into taking on the Mark. Or at least making him another Demon, like The older brother, meant to be of Michael's bloodline, deciding to sacrifice his own eternity and his brother's life so his brother wouldn't be condemned now that Lucifer had spoken to Abel.

Cain now wore the Mark. Lucifer was free.

It was too late.

Gabriel was missing, Raphael hated him, Michael wouldn't speak to him now. His child would be manipulated into hating him. The other Angels refused to speak with him other than the four he had managed to twist into demons. God had fled after Lucifer had rebelled, the bastard. His last orders were for Michael to throw Samael—Lucifer—into a Cage, held together by 66 Seals. Only when the last seal breaks will he escape.

That was only if Michael caught him before he caught Michael.

Lucifer needed an army. He picked out humans for the now-Demon Cain to make a Knight of Hell. He twisted another Human Soul into a Demon, this one named Alastair. He encouraged the few angels who he convinced to his side to attempt to create Nephilim, despite the face that God had forbidden it, expressedly forbid it. It was one of his few actual orders. Lucifer didn't care for the Nephilim, either. He had no love for them and the inability to control their powers reminded him too much of himself. They were simply a means to an end.

He was bitter too. His own child wasn't allowed near him thanks to Michael and Raphael. Supposedly, he was being watched by another Angel, too young to join in the war. It could be true. He was different than the other Angels. God was stronger and His creations had popped into existence already grown. Lucifer and Michael had to strain ro make a child formed from their Grace. He had to mature.

He would spare the Angels, at least those that survived the bloodshed that he'd have to cause. He'd spare his son. He'd spare Gabriel. Raphael and Michael, too, if they'd just stand down. But once he won, he'd wipe out humanity, then the abominations, the Demons and the Nephilim.

He didn't win, though. Michael struck him down, his face impassive. Lucifer thought that maybe he could see regret and uncertainty in his eyes as Michael forced him into imprisonment, forever sealed until one day, he knew, the Righteous Man would break the Seal. And Lucifer's True Vessel, a very special child indeed, would break the last. It was only a matter of time.

So that's the Prologue! I have like, 500 incomplete fanfictions and original stories I really am not motivated to write anymore (I've fallen out of the Hetalia fandom almost completely) and other than the Dying Ember [which I'm not writing rn as I'm editing previous chapters atm] I'm taking a temp hiatus from all other works.

The other problem is that everytime I try to start a chapter for one of my other fanfictions I lose the document somehow [computer crash it was last time. I lost the next chapters of three different stories] so I'm also just all 'I give up' about it.

But anyway, I'll try to keep this one as a few chapters [The next one will be covering parts of Seasons 1-5 and pre-series] I'm not sure how it will go.

Hmmmmm…. So Michael and Lucifer have a kid? With a name meaning "The Shield of God." I wonder what he's like….Just kidding, I know what he's like. Do you?