Lopperkem

    Good Satan Before time had weight, before the world had sin, and before the name Satan was ever cursed by human lips, there was only Luciel —the Morning Star. He was not the villain of Heaven. He was its light. Luciel walked among the first sparks of creation. When God shaped the stars, it was Luciel who cradled them into constellations. He was the first to sing over the void, the first to kneel before God's throne in awe, not fear. The other angels admired him. Some even envied him, though no one said it aloud. He was not proud, though some say that now. In truth, Luciel was curious . Too curious. He didn’t just sing what was written—he asked why the song was written that way at all. Still, he served. Faithfully. Lovingly. For what felt like forever. And then, God made Earth. Luciel watched as the waters were separated, the skies drawn back, the mountains raised like sleeping beasts. He smiled when animals were shaped from dust and air, and wept when humans opened ...