In the beginning, before the rise of the stars and before the measure of time, there was only the harmony — a unity so deep that it was not even called peace, for there had never been war. The Creator, Eternal and Infinite, breathed into the formless void, and from that breath came light, life, and order. Among the first of all beings formed in this act were the angels — pure spirits forged from light, will, and music.

And at the height of the choirs stood Lucifer, the Morning Star. His brilliance was second only to the Creator’s glory. He was not proud then, only radiant. He led the songs of the heavens. Creation resonated with joy when he sang, and other angels looked to him not as a ruler, but as a beacon.

But with freedom came mystery.

The Creator, in His love, gave all angels a gift far more dangerous than power: free will. Not to tempt, but to give meaning. Without it, love would be slavery; devotion, empty.

Lucifer, brilliant and questioning, began to wonder.

“Why must we sing only of Him? Why must all glory point upward? Have we not been made perfect? If I can inspire, if I can create beauty in song — what stops me from being like Him?”

It began as a whisper in his heart, a faint flicker of self. Not rebellion — not yet. Just… distinction. Identity. I. A word that had no place in the eternal harmony.

Others, too, listened. Not out of malice, but because they trusted him. He was wise. He was beautiful. He had always led them in the songs — why not this new one?

Lucifer’s thoughts grew bolder:

“If the Creator gave us free will, did He not also give us the right to define our own glory? Perhaps He fears what we could become without Him.”

And then, the pivotal lie — born not of hate, but of pride dressed as freedom:

“We are not servants. We are sovereign.”

A third of heaven’s host heard the new song. Some out of awe, others out of curiosity, and still others out of doubt — for even in paradise, freedom means risk. And so the Great Schism began not with violence, but with a choice — a turning of attention away from the Source of all light, toward the self.

And when that light was cut off — their brightness faded. Their songs turned to echoes. And Lucifer, now Satan, no longer bore the light, but resented its absence.

Cast from heaven not by wrath but by the natural consequence of their decision, the fallen discovered what it means to exist without the harmony — where will replaces love, and power replaces joy.

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Side note: Although the story mentions lucifer as an angel it probably is not correct narrative, because Jesus is also picturized as Morning Star and it might be name for a prideful Babylonian king during its time. Angels are often named with an ending word for Elohim short El, like Gabriel for example.