Figured I would post this and see what some of you guys thought. It is a writing I am doing. Just for me. Something that I do in my spare time. Not like it will be published or anything, lol. But please do read and enjoy.








I cannot remember everything. I only remember waking up and feeling the fire…the blade…and wondering if I was to die. I accepted my fate, whatever it was to be. But then he saved me. Why? I do not know. But I believe he did…even after I fell from his grace. He still saw it within his heart to save me. I don’t know. I don’t…..know why.

Brother. How could you have lied to me? I stood by your side. I fought with you. I believed in our cause. You said it was “Our” cause…all of ours…the ones who defied our father to stand with you. Blood was shed on that day. Many we knew, who opposed us, our brothers, fell to our blades. Many we knew, whom stood shoulder to shoulder with us, fell to the blades of our brothers.

At first, our cause felt just. It felt right. But one by one, as my fellow brothers fell to my burning blade, I felt more remorse than victory. There was no gratification in it. As I looked into their eyes, I watched them fade, and breathe their last breath. I could see that the fight was wrong. The bloodshed amongst both sides was not just. We were wrong brother.

And then I saw you. As you killed a friend…a brother…I saw the joy on your face. The more they fell, the more you relished it. You fed off the bloodshed. I could see the hate in your eyes for our father, and for the ones who stood with him. It was then, that I knew your full intent. It was never about “us” brother. You only needed us to help fulfill your lusting heart. Your desire to take the Kingdom. Your desire to take what did not belong to you.

Have you forgotten brother that he chose us to stand with him. Our father chose us to be with him. And yet, you were not satisfied with that. Your heart, wretched as it is, desired more than what he would allow us to have. It was not meant for us to take his place. Or rather, for you to take his place. All he asked was for our faith. For us to serve him.

You made me listen to your words. “How can he demand this of us, when he will not allow us to be more?” you once asked me. “Isn’t it selfish of him to believe that he is almighty? That we should allow ourselves to not be tempted by our wants…our desires?”. You played on my weakness brother. You knew I had doubts, and you took full advantage of it. But I was wrong for allowing you to change my ways. I should have died that day.

Perhaps my change of heart on the battlefield led father to have mercy on me. Perhaps he saw that his child had come back to him. And instead of having me fall from grace, he spared me. I may still fall. He may punish me for it. But, even if I do fall, I will not serve you again brother. Even if I am exiled, I will not stand with you.

As I lay here writing this, I feel the pain that your sword wrought upon me. I know it was no accident. You wanted to slay me once you saw I was no longer with you. Was it when Michael turned his sword from me? I am thinking it was. Like the coward you are, you cut me from behind. As I fell, I knew it was you who had done this. I saw it in Michael’s eyes. He could not believe it either. But like a flash of white light, father came and took me from your final blow. Carrying me away, I could hear the battle continue. And yet, not more than a second later, I heard silence. You were defeated. I knew you had been. I closed my eyes and dreamed. Dreamed that father would forgive me. And dreamed of seeing you fall.

Guess I should explain what this is about. It is a story of an angel who, and his writing in his diary about how he chose (at the beginning) to side with Lucifer in the battle for Heaven.

I always thought it would be neat to get creative with an idea like this. I mean. The idea of an Angel writing in his diary as he recovers from the fight is unique. And, as I said, this is just something I write in my spare time. Keeps my creative juices flowing.

Very interesting