Prologue

She's been here. Only Ashilynn would be stupid enough to leave a single strand of her long, blonde, hair behind. She never was the brightest angel in the choir, now was she? He thinks to himself & laughs.

The man sighs. What I wouldn't give to see her just once more like she was before the war made her vengeful, to tell her how I feel, he thinks... He misses the peaceful, little, thing with the bright smile. He knew back then that he could tell her anything and she wouldn't ever judge him, but now, times have changed, and he has messed things up big time.

I guess it's too late to tell her how I feel about her, He thinks and sighs. If only this war had never started. Then we would no longer be apart, Without this stupid war we could have been together. A happy family like I had always hoped for. But that's no longer possible. We're enemies now.

He stops & shakes his head as if to clear it. His muddled brain starts to think in terms of stone cold war logic, I was sent here to kill her not kiss her. Get your head in the game man!

The boy with the long, brown hair stands up & walks to the edge of the alley. No one has seen him yet. He could easily slip out, but he stops. Maybe someone here would know where Ash is at. He quickly disperses that thought. Humans wouldn't be able to see her. She was probably glamoured like she always is. Ashilynn would never take a risk like that. Not during a war.

He takes a few indecisive steps toward the nearest toy store and stops deciding against even trying to ask. He turns around and spreads his now blood soaked red wings, a sign to the others of his disloyalty to God, & takes a running start.

At the last minute he launches himself into the air, his feet just barely skimming the side of the wooden sign to the antique toy store. Without looking back he disappears into the night sky. Off to a land that is darker than night and hotter than the Earth's Core.

Lucifer. I am on my way home.

Lucifer was once a great man. God loved him & treasured him. He was favored by all who knew him.

As time went on he became more and more jealous of the power of God. After several years of planning he finally attempted to overthrow him.

He failed and his wings were hacked into bloodied shreds of red feathers. As punishment so were those of his partners. As legend goes God sent him into the fiery pits of hell, There he would rule the dead along with all of those who stood beside him in the rebellion.

This is where the brown haired boy can be found.

"Father?" He says as he enters the Castle walls. "Father..." He picks up speed as he walks through the house. It makes him Feel uneasy. Being here in this place with his father.

He takes the stairs two at a time & immediately turns left, toward his room. A hand shoots out from the darkness and finds his shoulder. Within seconds he flips the man over and onto the floor.

The man laughs when he sees the look of horror on his Son's face. "It's okay son. I shouldn't have scared you. Do you have any news on the Blonde one?"

The boy nods. "She made it to a small town called Marquette. No one there saw her. Other than that I have no clue where she is at."

"Good Job Tanner. I'll send one of the hellions out to do some more research."

"As you wish father."

The older man smiles and shakes his head. "The only man to call me anything other than Lucifer or Fallen one is my own son. I wish others were more like you."

"Thank you father."

Lucifer laughs. "Soon, soon we will own the world."

"Yes Father."

The boys smiled. One day I will rule. things will soon be different.