Impious War in Heav'n
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hesperusswordBeelzebub's view of these events leading up to the fall.
Beelzebub turned from his training of Abigor at the foot of the throne when the commotion started. Angels were boisterous often enough because of something wholly new and the child-like desire to tell everyone else about it. They were still young enough, at least most of them, to fall into wildly excited discussions. The seraphim were an exception, far older and more mellow, but wise. He'd served Lucifer since his creation several billion years earlier. Because his master served at the throne of God and in the universe at large, he too had seen more than most angels.
This clamor was different. It wasn't joyous noise. It was something that the angel couldn't place, unknown, and sparked curiosity. Even unknown, the sound bristled his feathers and tension came to his wings. Instinct told him something was going astray.
Three of the seraphim came from among the crowded of noisy angels, but it was what they were dragging along that pushed Beelzebub's aura to pulse nervously. An angel, one he didn't recognize, dark of hair and fine of features, was bound. The word shackles didn't really exist yet to know what they were. The fear and discomfort radiating from, what he now saw was a seraphim, was enough to know this was wrong. Whatever this was.
“What do they do?” Abigor asked his mentor.
Beelzebub simply shrugged and shook his head in confusion as they threw the angel to the ground at the foot of the throne. “I don't know.”
God did not yet sit on the throne though Beelzebub was aware of the growing power in the place. He would be among them soon enough, perhaps there would be explanation? The archangel took the hand of his ward and brother behind him. Abigor, who was much younger, had started to tremble from the sight. Beelzebub could hold himself steady until Michael arrived. Lucifer lay bloodied and prone on the ground in chains made by God. They pulled him by hair and chain to a pillar that stood before the throne. There he was bound tightly.
Beelzebub could feel the emotions welling up in Lucifer, he felt them himself though no words yet existed to describe it. The feelings were not good, not controlled, uncontrollable perhaps. His body felt like it was burning from his heart outward. Still he watched unsure as God's presence arrived. The exchange between God and Lucifer confused the two archangels. A demand for an angelic life to be ended was one shock. The second that Lucifer had created this other angel without the permission of God. And hid it? Beelzebub had never seen it and he spent most of his time at Lucifer's side. His eyes looked for Belial and found him equally shocked by the new angel. So many confused angels.
The confusion quickly turned to terror among the archangels when, after Lucifer's refusal to murder the angel, the seraphim stepped forward. They watched in horror as the angel was torn to pieces. Revulsion raised up from the pit of the angel's stomach. Beelzebub had never felt fear but there was no doubt that was what pushed him back a step from the scene. He bumped into Abigor who in turn found himself pressed to the foot of God's throne.
All of heaven seemed to shatter in the next moments. Lucifer broke bonds and cried out, such a sound that brought angels to their knees in sorrow. The high seraphim was flying toward the throne of God and Beelzebub stood fixed to his place, rooted so strongly that even his limbs refused to move. He watched wide-eyed as Lucifer plunged his spear into God. Was that even possible? The cry from the power of God for defense surely meant it was so. Other angels, other seraphim were falling upon Lucifer, jostling him away from the throne. Yet, only Lucifer had raised weapon.
No one needed to tell Beelzebub what this was. The beginning of a war was liken to a heartbeat for the angel who was to be its essence when it happened. This was the first war, and he must choose as side. Brother or Father? A flurry of movement passed in only a second as angels fell in, but it was Michael raising spear on Lucifer's back that drove the archangel to motion.
Both swords drawn to deflect the weapon of a much stronger angel. He was committed to his brother more than his God and maneuvered to defend his back. Abigor, ever dutifully, stepped in beside him to aid in driving Michael away. Belial and others soon came to aid. War was in full display at the foot of the throne. Death would no doubt come to those who raised arms against God and his angels, but had not God raised arms first in the death of an angel? Beelzebub couldn't think about who was first. Solid in his mind was the fact God had broken an oath that Death would never occur in heaven. No angel would face death. An oath broken to his brothers and sisters was the reason his swords clashed to defend Lucifer. Fear drained away to determination and the battle continued to rage.
Beelzebub turned from his training of Abigor at the foot of the throne when the commotion started. Angels were boisterous often enough because of something wholly new and the child-like desire to tell everyone else about it. They were still young enough, at least most of them, to fall into wildly excited discussions. The seraphim were an exception, far older and more mellow, but wise. He'd served Lucifer since his creation several billion years earlier. Because his master served at the throne of God and in the universe at large, he too had seen more than most angels.
This clamor was different. It wasn't joyous noise. It was something that the angel couldn't place, unknown, and sparked curiosity. Even unknown, the sound bristled his feathers and tension came to his wings. Instinct told him something was going astray.
Three of the seraphim came from among the crowded of noisy angels, but it was what they were dragging along that pushed Beelzebub's aura to pulse nervously. An angel, one he didn't recognize, dark of hair and fine of features, was bound. The word shackles didn't really exist yet to know what they were. The fear and discomfort radiating from, what he now saw was a seraphim, was enough to know this was wrong. Whatever this was.
“What do they do?” Abigor asked his mentor.
Beelzebub simply shrugged and shook his head in confusion as they threw the angel to the ground at the foot of the throne. “I don't know.”
God did not yet sit on the throne though Beelzebub was aware of the growing power in the place. He would be among them soon enough, perhaps there would be explanation? The archangel took the hand of his ward and brother behind him. Abigor, who was much younger, had started to tremble from the sight. Beelzebub could hold himself steady until Michael arrived. Lucifer lay bloodied and prone on the ground in chains made by God. They pulled him by hair and chain to a pillar that stood before the throne. There he was bound tightly.
Beelzebub could feel the emotions welling up in Lucifer, he felt them himself though no words yet existed to describe it. The feelings were not good, not controlled, uncontrollable perhaps. His body felt like it was burning from his heart outward. Still he watched unsure as God's presence arrived. The exchange between God and Lucifer confused the two archangels. A demand for an angelic life to be ended was one shock. The second that Lucifer had created this other angel without the permission of God. And hid it? Beelzebub had never seen it and he spent most of his time at Lucifer's side. His eyes looked for Belial and found him equally shocked by the new angel. So many confused angels.
The confusion quickly turned to terror among the archangels when, after Lucifer's refusal to murder the angel, the seraphim stepped forward. They watched in horror as the angel was torn to pieces. Revulsion raised up from the pit of the angel's stomach. Beelzebub had never felt fear but there was no doubt that was what pushed him back a step from the scene. He bumped into Abigor who in turn found himself pressed to the foot of God's throne.
All of heaven seemed to shatter in the next moments. Lucifer broke bonds and cried out, such a sound that brought angels to their knees in sorrow. The high seraphim was flying toward the throne of God and Beelzebub stood fixed to his place, rooted so strongly that even his limbs refused to move. He watched wide-eyed as Lucifer plunged his spear into God. Was that even possible? The cry from the power of God for defense surely meant it was so. Other angels, other seraphim were falling upon Lucifer, jostling him away from the throne. Yet, only Lucifer had raised weapon.
No one needed to tell Beelzebub what this was. The beginning of a war was liken to a heartbeat for the angel who was to be its essence when it happened. This was the first war, and he must choose as side. Brother or Father? A flurry of movement passed in only a second as angels fell in, but it was Michael raising spear on Lucifer's back that drove the archangel to motion.
Both swords drawn to deflect the weapon of a much stronger angel. He was committed to his brother more than his God and maneuvered to defend his back. Abigor, ever dutifully, stepped in beside him to aid in driving Michael away. Belial and others soon came to aid. War was in full display at the foot of the throne. Death would no doubt come to those who raised arms against God and his angels, but had not God raised arms first in the death of an angel? Beelzebub couldn't think about who was first. Solid in his mind was the fact God had broken an oath that Death would never occur in heaven. No angel would face death. An oath broken to his brothers and sisters was the reason his swords clashed to defend Lucifer. Fear drained away to determination and the battle continued to rage.
