1A/N: I wrote this for English class a while back. It's based off a dream I had once. Enjoy.
Before God created the world, before light and dark, before grass and water, before Adam and Eve, he created Luke. Luke was his precious angel, the very first of his kind. Of course God would come to create other beings, but none like Luke. Luke had pale skin and a shock of black hair that would inspire God to create the midnight skies. His bright blue eyes, the same color as the water of the oceans, showed every emotion Luke felt. Luke was tall and his pure white wings only made him seem all the more intimidating. He would only smile at one person and that was his creator, his obsession, his God.
"I made you first, Luke," God said, "and for that reason, you are special."
Luke rested on his knees, bowed down before God's feet. He was in trouble, once again. Luke had a fiery temper and he was too impatient. He had gone to mingle with the other angels, the ones who were created after him, the ones who were pure of heart and soul and never did a wrong thing. While Luke was down there, he had met Sam.
"Today, in the lands of Heaven, you committed a sin."
"I did."
"And what was that sin?" God knew what it was, he knew everything, but Luke needed to admit it.
"I committed the sin of Vanity."
"Yes and how did this happen?"
"I told the angel Sam that although he is an angel, he is nothing more than a speck of human dirt on the dirty floors of Hell. I told him that he was the ugliest angel I had ever seen and that he should be banished to the human lands where he would blend in just fine. I told him that he would never be an equal to me. I also told him that you loved me more than him." Luke said this all in a shaky, unsure voice. He peeked up at the tall man before him, his face still beautiful even though he was glaring down at Luke. Breaking the eye contact, Luke bowed his head again.
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned."
"You shall be forgiven after you have spent some time in the human world, dear Luke."
Luke's head snapped up in surprise, "The human world!"
"Yes, you need to understand that the humans, though they are faulted, are beautiful people."
"Beautiful?" Luke snorted with disgust. "Forgive me father if I am wrong, but the humans were created with a broken mold. Each and every one of them commit sins every day, far worse than I have ever done, and they do not even bother to repent. They are ungrateful."
"Luke, though they may be faulted, I love them. I love them like I love my oceans, like I love my skies, like I love my angels."
"Like you love me?"
"Now, Luke, you know that you are a special case. You are the first; you are my right hand angel."
"He didn't answer my question." Luke thought to himself.
Luke was down on the human lands in a large, bustling city. Harsh smells surrounded Luke, each one attacking his senses, one after the other. The humans couldn't see him, they couldn't smell him, and they couldn't touch him. He was safe, but he didn't feel it. He was in a building, filled to the brim with people. The female version of the humans had very little clothing and were "dancing" as God called it against the males, who had smooth, sweaty faces. The room was thick with stale smoke and a musky scent.
"What animals," Luke murmured to himself as he watched the male and female humans interact. They acted likes beasts, hardly civilized and not at all pure. He stood near the entrance of the place, watching the humans. He was suddenly overcome with a feeling of dread. He hunched his shoulders and straightened up quickly, as if trying to throw off the feeling.
"Well, well, well. Looks like a little angel decided to come down to see what the humans are like." A deep, unfamiliar voice said from beside him. Luke took a giant step away from the man beside him and raised his arms up, hugging himself.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Mathew." Luke stared at him. His wings were black and his skin was tanned. He wore all black and his eyes were a deep crimson.
"You're a demon."
"Oh! And he's a smart one too."
Luke narrowed his eyes, letting his arms fall to his sides. "What do you want?"
"Oh nothing, just looking for a little fun."
"Go look for it somewhere else," Luke muttered, his fists clenching.
"I think I've already found it," The demon Mathew said, taking a step towards Luke. Luke stood his ground, straightening his back and spreading his wings to make himself more intimidating.
"You should leave now."
"Why? Are you too wimpy to fight me, angel?"
"No, of course not." Luke immediately regretted saying that. Fighting was not okay. Fighting was bad.
"Oh, so you're worried your precious God will reprimand you."
Luke's face contorted into a scowl. How dare this disgusting being even mention God.
"You should close your mouth before you say something ignorant, demon." Luke told him. The demon leaned close to his face, so close that Luke could feel his hot breath on his face.
"You should fight me." And with that, the demon leaned away from Luke, pulled back a fist, and punched Luke right in the jaw. Having never been hit before, Luke took the punch horribly. His face snapped back from the force of the punch and sent him flailing. He landed on the floor on his back, coughing because the air had been knocked from him. He slowly hauled himself up, his jaw pounding and his back sore. He clenched his fist and slammed it into the demons nose, sending him reeling.
The demon smiled, as a trail of blood trickled its way down from his nose. He then rushed forward and shoved a fist into Luke's stomach. Luke coughed, but recovered quicker this time, kicking Mathew in the chest. It was then, as the demon laid on the floor, coughing and blood flowing from his nose, that Luke realized what he was doing. He swallowed hard and rushed out of the human building and shot into the air, pumping his wings hard as he flew past the clouds, into the lands of Heaven. He fled to his room, he had sinned once again. God would be angry.
"I'm angry with you, Luke."
"I know."
"Do you know why?"
"Of course."
"Why am I mad?" Luke stared up at God defiantly. God raised an eyebrow. Luke sighed.
"Because I got into a fight with a demon."
"And look what's happened to you."
Luke stared down at himself. Not only was he bruised up from the fight, but his beautiful wings were tinged with gray and his bright blue eyes had darkened.
"I am so sorry, Father. I have disappointed you once again."
"Luke, my dear Luke, you need to avoid the temptation."
"I know," Luke said dejectedly.
"You can't do this anymore, Luke, you're falling." God told him. Luke stared up at him. He was becoming a fallen angel? A fallen angel was the worst, the lowest of all the beings. Fallen angels were angels who had committed horrible sins and had fallen from the grace of God. They were exiled from Heaven and sent to Hell, where no one knew what happened except the fallen angels and Lucifer himself. Luke shivered.
"I will not fall from you, God. I promise."
Luke had gotten into the habit of coming down to the humans' lands when it was raining. The cool water falling from the skies made him feel better. The water droplets soothed his burning skin, the itching under his skin, the shame. He sat on the top of an abandoned barn on the country side. The gray-ish feathers on his wings were soaked and hung limply as he rocked himself back and forth. He was falling. He, God's first angel, was falling from grace.
A pair of cool, wet hands covered his eyes, causing Luke to yet out a yelp and try to jerk around, but a hard body was pressed against his back, keeping him in place.
"Guess who?" The voice was familiar now. Ever since the fight, Mathew's voice had been echoing through his head, constantly reminding him of his failure.
"Get away from me, demon," Luke growled.
"No. I don't think I want to." Mathew said as he pulled his hands away and sat down beside Luke.
"You need to go away."
"Now why would I do that? Especially after you ran away after just meeting me. That was rude. It hurt my feelings," Mathew said as he pressed a hand over where he would have a heart if he had one.
"You made me do something horrible," Luke said, looking over at the demon.
"Oh, poor little angel. Sinned a little and God is already telling him he's falling."
"I am falling. I've committed too many sins. I'm a horrible angel." Luke told him, plucking a feather from his own wing.
Mathew chuckled. "You're right. You're falling and you're going straight to the pits of hell." Luke scowled as he dropped the feather and watched as it fluttered slowly toward the muddy ground below.
"Let's see if you can beat it." And then Mathew shoved Luke off the edge of the barn. The feather and Luke hit the ground at the same time. Mathew jumped off the edge of the barn, slowing his descent by spreading his wings. He bent down beside Luke, who had his eyes screwed shut tight, his face a mask of pain.
"Oh, I am so sorry. Did that hurt?" Luke groaned in response.
"Get up." Another groan. Mathew sighed, irritated. He grabbed Luke's arm and hauled him to his feet. Luke wobbled for a moment, and then stood straight; his wing looked crooked, probably broken.
"You should work on your reaction time," Mathew said, then threw a punch, aimed at Luke's face. Luke blocked it, and threw a punch of his own, only to get shoved to the ground again. Luke swiped a lag at Mathew's legs, knocking him off his feet. Luke quickly climbed to his feet. He glanced around, furiously looking for something, anything. He saw a plank of wood leaning against the barn and grabbed it. Mathew stared up at Luke, his eyes wide, as he placed a foot on his neck, cutting off his air supply. He may have been a demon but he needed to breathe. Luke didn't wait for Mathew to stop breathing; instead he started hitting him with the plank in the head until Mathew stopped moving. He then took his foot off his neck, chucked the bloody wood away from him and shot into the air, flying to Heaven.
God was crying. His first angel, his precious darling angel had fallen. Luke stood before him, his clothes soaked with rain and blood, his wing now as black as his hair. His once blue eyes were also black, a sign of just how far he had fallen.
"I tried. I really did." Luke muttered.
"I know, Luke, I know." God looked at Luke with sad eyes. He wrapped his arms around his angel, embracing him in a warm hug, his last.
Luke let out a shaky breath before speaking, "I'm scared."
God looked at him with a sad smile, "There was a great human I created once, he is long dead, but he once wrote, "Angels are bright still, but the brightest fell." You, my dear Luke, are the brightest."
"I'm so sorry."
"I know," God said. He then took two, great heavy chains and clasped them on to Luke's wrists. "You are special Luke, remember that." And with that, Luke was yanked down from the Heavens and down past the humans' lands and into the very depths of Hell.
"Welcome to Hell, angel, "a man with long black hair said, "I'm Lucifer."
"What's going to happen to me?"
"You're going to experience what made you fall over and over and over again. Forever." Luke fell to his knees, he wasn't special anymore. He wasn't pure. He didn't have white wings anymore. He would never smile at that one person, his creator, his obsession, his God.
A/N: I'm sorry it's been a good year or so since I've put up anything. I've been really busy. Gotta love high school. Hope you guys enjoyed this. Review if you wish.