The sky was clear and bright the day that Lucifer fell from Heaven. The earth was warm with the sun his father had created so painstakingly. For the first time since he had come into existence, he hurt. He clawed at his chest, trying to make it stop, make it better, but he couldn't.

It was at that moment that he realized that it would never be better again. His father had cast him down to this Hell, and He wasn't going to save him. It was then that Lucifer’s eyes welled up with tears. The beginning of an end. He was bare. Alone.

His heart burned, and it felt as though he was going to be extinguished by the anguish. The tear slipped down his face, and in a sudden, irrational fear, the thought that Heaven might be watching him appeared in his mind.

He covered his face. He sobbed, then, anger and hatred mixing into a potent, searing cocktail inside him. He tasted the salt of his tears on his lips. He looked up when he heard footsteps. A hand appeared in front of him.

Slowly, he took it. The two of you walked for a while before he spoke. "What is your name?" He murmured.