Swift Was The Fall

Lucifer will fall. He will drag a third of his brothers down with him. He will find himself a hideous caricature of his purpose, stooped and horned when he dips his hands in creation. Such is his fate.

But first, he will stumble. He will gaze at his own reflection and find himself tempted. He will wrestle with ambition and envy, battle aspiration for a crown meant to bless another.

Then he will make war. War against harmony and perfection. War against the Archangel and the Maker Himself.

Heaven will tremble in his wake.