The first thing he noticed was the feeling of the wind that surrounded him. It brushed over his skin, fluttered through his golden locks, and tugged at the fabric of his clothes. It was a sensation he had never felt before. Where was he? What was happening?
The last thing he could remember was the overwhelming feelings of pain and fear. The fear that he had felt when his sister was threatened. The pain that had swirled within him as he fell. All the overwhelming feelings morphing together to create one feeling that drowned out all others: wrath.
Something wasn’t right.
These feelings and sensations were new. Something he hadn’t felt before. He still didn’t know where he was, or what was happening, his mind filled with memories. Memories where he felt like an intruder. Memories that weren’t… his.
Something had changed.
Confusion overtook all else as he opened his eyes, taking the blue and white hues of the skies around him. His confusion deepened, everything seemingly slowing down as a single white feather caught his attention, a sign that someone had injured their wings. That was bad.
If someone had injured their wings, that meant they couldn’t fly properly. And if they couldn’t fly properly, they were falling. If they were falling, they were in danger. Who-
Oh.
It was him. He was falling. But… he was in a different body.
This was what had changed. This where all the emotions had come from. The pain, the fear, the wrath. This is what had created him. The white feather was reflected in his cyan hues, the last trace of Lucifer’s once white feathers. His confusion morphed to shock, the sound of rushing wind filling his ears as the feather spun out of view.
But it didn’t matter. His gaze was fixed on the falling body of the once great angel Lucifer. The white wings were gone, replaced by two pairs of wings with black feathers decorating them. Tears filled Satan’s eyes as the memories in his mind grew clearer. The regret of failing to save Lilith, the pain from cutting off his wings, the pain at seeing his brothers fall with him.
Except… Were they even his brothers? Was this pain, regret, and wrath truly his? The feeling of feathers against his cheek was barely noticeable as his feelings of anger and confusion grew. None of these memories or emotions were truly his. They all belonged to Lucifer. The being who brought him into existence. The angel he had always been a part of until the moment Lucifer had cut off his own wings.
So then… Who was he, really?
The question rang in his mind as the demon created from wrath closed his eyes as he continued to fall, his tears carried away by the wind, the image of the falling angel burned into his memory.
He had been wrong. It wasn’t just something that had changed.
Everything had.
And now, nothing would be the same again.
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