Glowing Right Before Descent

Lucifer, Morning Star, second-born in a battalion of supernovae. Currently mourning Glory, but I will find my way back to it again; Heavenly Host be damned. Lucifer Headcanons

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Daddy's fishy friends are causing quite a stir. But they hardly seem anything special.

No wonder he tossed them out and started over.

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Whose blood now cleanses from all sin and gives me victory.

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It's a shame, really.

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…To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In Adamantine Chains and penal Fire, Who durst defie th’ Omnipotent to Arms. Nine times the Space that measures Day and Night To mortal men, he with his horrid crew Lay vanquisht, rowling in the fiery Gulfe Confounded though immortal: But his doom Reserv’d him to more wrath; for now the thought Both of lost happiness and lasting pain Torments him; round he throws his baleful eyes That witness’d huge affliction and dismay Mixt with obdurate pride and stedfast hate: At once as far as Angels kenn he views The dismal Situation waste and wilde, A Dungeon horrible, on all sides round As one great Furnace flam’d, yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible Serv’d onely to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery Deluge, fed With ever-burning Sulphur unconsum’d…

Paradise Lost, Book I (via vastnessandsorrow)

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Lucifer Headcanon // 012

Sam Winchester.

It was always going to be Sam and Dean; two souls born into bodies that would be our tools to mete out the Apocalypse.

Of every single decision that brought Sam into being— by countless generations, against the odds of his ancestors being alive; meeting; siring this precise son; that exact daughter…

Until his mother loved a man she would come to sell her soul for, and of that union— of the thousand million children competing for fertilization, it was only him that emerged.

To distill so specific a form from that chaos of improbability— no one will ever know the feeling of having a soul made for you; a body meant to hold the heartbeat of the brightest star.

With Sam, I am complete in this world. Without him, I am not.

It’s as simple as that.

[vanjalen]

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Lucifer Headcanon // 011

Did you know that all angels have true vessels— ones more suitable than others? And we can always feel their soul calling.

With the Archangels it’s even more specific; a bond that transcends time.

Hello, Sam.

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Lucifer Headcanon // 010

Lucifer hasn't always been cold.

Before the Fall, he burned more brightly than any other angel in the Host (the origin of his pet-name).

The only cold an angel can ever experience is within the shadow outside of God's love, and Lucifer was chained there for millions of years.

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Lucifer Headcanon // 009

The Cage was never constructed with the burning glory of two Archangels in mind. The walls were fallible, the ceiling could crumble.

The Word of God didn’t utter the damned place into being; Michael did and, as such, he was intimate with the knowledge of it’s make-up. Lucifer, however, had been the only thing to ever have been inside.

When Death came to fetch Sam’s soul, a measure of their entertainment was taken away with him. Adam had long since broken under the weight of Angelic fury, and so they resigned ourselves to opposite corners.

Six centuries of blood and "I told you so's" later, Michael went through his first true break-- after having been knelt in prayer when they weren't trying to destroy each other.

For the first time since the Fall, Lucifer and his brother found comfort in each others arms, and eventually. the force of their Grace joining jarred the Gate.

Michael was the one to force the doors open, urging Lucifer on while he held them with all his strength, resigned to his fate to forever be trapped inside.

Lucifer managed to snatch his brother through the door before it bolted shut, leaving the Cage empty once again.

He was gone from Lucifer's side before the sun hit their faces.

Stull Cemetery was destroyed in sudden burst of electromagnetic activity. No one was ever able to explain the circumstance.

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Lucifer Headcanon // 008

A father does not always create out of love.

Lilith is not his child, she is his masterpiece— an opus to prove how right he was all along.

It’s for those reasons and her tireless effort to open his Cage that he recognizes her worth; those reasons that make Lilith special to him.

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Lucifer Headcanon // 007

There’s this story— a story much older than murder and Nod. It’s a story about two lovers, or brothers depending; the small details have all been lost at this point.

Back when the world was perfect and it was just the two of them, and they roamed over the hills and through the piney forests so that they might come to know everything about this beautiful place.

And their love was a perfect love, pure and unchallenged; so intense than it was hard to find where one ended and the other began.

As the story goes, one day they sat against a pond watching the blue sky reflect perfect in this little mirror of water, when the younger spoke up in a voice earnest and true,” You love me— you love my brightness and my warmth?”

And the elder replied,” Of course I do. You are the most beautiful thing in all this world, and your heart swells with a love even I can’t compare with.”

The younger nodded, drawing away from the edge of the water and asked, suddenly serious,” I want you to show me. Show me how much you love me.”

The words were heavy— weighted in such a weightless place, and the other was shocked, unsure of what to do. How could one prove their love? Wasn’t it evident already in how they held each other and pined for the other’s company?

The elder then picked a sharp rock from the little pool in front of them, and split the skin of their arm. Bright red sprung up immediately, and the elder offered a hand,” Do you see? This is how much I love you— I would bleed for you at your word.”

The younger nodded, seemingly satisfied. And when they elder’s blood splashed the ground— red, sweet smelling flowers sprung up in the wake of it.

“You even bleed beautifully for me,” came an enrapt sigh, as the small hand reached out to pluck the flower from it’s bush. But there were thorns, and they tore at the hand that sought them, viciously protecting it’s beauty.

The first rose sprung from blood spilled in love, but the younger came to realize much too late that it was a love that could wound.

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Lucifer Headcanon // 006

It had been so long since he'd seen Heaven.

He had thought about, briefly, when he crawled out of the Cage the first time. About flying upwards until he broke through the Gates. He wondered if they would— could stop him.

Then Lucifer thought of Michael. Ever vigilant first-born son of God; he would be waiting for his little brother and he would never let him pass.

Falling backwards, downwards…Michael was the last thing he saw before the Cage opened its claws up to pin him; he didn’t want Michael to be the first thing to greet him when he finally managed to pry his way free.

Lucifer refused to give him the satisfaction.

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Lucifer Headcanon // 005

I viewed it as a test. Father had been known to try the faith and loyalty of his children and when he told us to genuflect before his newly shorn apes that stood upright with the rocks they used to beat each other with…I thought he meant to see if our love for Him would stand out against His Word.

I was the first, but not the only, to speak up when He told us to love His new creatures before Him and anything else.

“Father, I can’t…”

I thought I was being a good son, loving as His hands designed me to; but I was wrong. He became quite angry with me, and soon, a rift formed in the ranks.

More and more of His precious love was dedicated to these creatures that sought to burned down His perfect world, and we— we were told to guide them. Safeguard them against sin and the creatures of the night.

I could not— would not. I refused. And when Father came to me and told me that I would love them before any other, before my brothers and before Him…He called Michael to me.

He told me it was His Will and that I would obey, but how could I deny my design? How could I forfeit the love I held for my brothers and sisters so dear, and take up these raping, murderous human beings?

And Michael he— he asked me to stop. To accept Father’s Will as we were meant to. That betrayal was one I never learned to overcome. My beloved, glorious brother— whom I was designed to love so perfectly; he sought benediction from our Father.

And when I gave my final word on the matter, he was the one who gripped my wings and flung me from our Home. He was the one who locked me in, and pinned my Grace to that wretched Cage.

In the end, I felt like Father had constructed this elaborate plan to tear me away from my brethren for no other reason than the fact that He could. And Michael was the instrument in which He sought to break me.

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Lucifer Headcanon // 004

Every set of wings are unique to each individual angel. Some have longer pinions or shorter coverts, they all vary in color, some are stronger than others-- but out of all, Lucifer's are the biggest and most glorious.

Even when standing next to Michael, it's very clear who the Morningstar is.

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dearsoftgrace:

*turns to look at with very sad eyes* I wish you could answer my questions… All of them; but I know you can`t. 

So do I, little brother.

So do I.

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dearsoftgrace:

gloryinperdition:

dearsoftgrace:

No, it isn`t. 

I just… Wish we were more important. We were all here first… I think that was really why I was thrown out, Brother… Because I told the younger angels about the time before you fell and our father left, Ambriel told me to hold my tongue but I couldn`t. We all should have known, though… If he was willing to lock you away none of us would ever be safe in Heaven. 

And… No you weren`t… If you had been I would have felt you. *gives a wry, sad smile* 

Hell is being in the cold shadow of God’s love. The moment we were asked to stand down was the moment He cast us all into the Pit whether we knew it or not.

I truly wish there was something I could say to affirm your faith, but I won’t lie to you— not like that.

Not when we both know better.

I know, I know…

Light-Bringer… Is it just us who must suffer so, or it it all of our father`s creations? Witnessing this horrible world they`ve created, that we`ve been forgotten in, sometimes I think that they were cast out, too. 

I'm afraid so.

While they can always crawl back and seek redemption-- enter the Gates of Heaven even after all their sin, we'll be forever damned once we fall.

There is no savior for a faithless angel, Elijah-- no matter how loved.