Before them was being whom many trembled and feared.
Lucifer Morningstar.
Not only because it was the name of an underworld prince, but because he was also the twin brother of Micheal, the archangel!
They looked exactly the same.
If not for their energies being different, one could confuse them for the other.
Another thing that irked them was that in many other worlds, many mortals would confuse their Prince of Pride with Satan, the Prince of Wrath.
They were completely different, with the only similarity being that they were once Allen angles.
Where did their Prince of Pride resemble the prince of Wrath?
Fortunately, the matter was surprisingly corrected after Satan's son killed him ages ago.
Yes! Satan's son was now one of those newbie princes who kept going against them.
Their Prince did warn Satan to kill off any treacherous offsprings birthed from his many consorts.
It was better to kill and EAT these offspring the moment they started getting too rebellious.
But Satan seemed to feel that he always had things under control. And because of this, his demise was quite ironic.
He died from his son's hand, as well as his beloved consort's hands.
Lucifer sneered the day he got the news.
He had warned Satan because they too were blood brothers.
Yes!
Angel Micheal was his twin brother, but that didn't mean he didn't have other siblings.
Gabriel, Uriel, Raphael, and many were his siblings... including Satan!
The family tree was quite large. And now, he was fighting against his siblings above in the heavens while some of them fell into the abyss.
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Fate was a strange thing.
His own twin brother Micheal had personally sent him off to the abyss, telling him how disjointed he was with him and all that bullsh**.
Apart from the almighty, the person Lucifer hated the most was his twin brother.
Growing up, they were so close to one another, always having each other's back and completing assignments together.
But when he brought in the matter of rebellion, his brother didn't stand with him, betraying him without hesitation.
The betrayal hurt him more than the Almighty's betrayal.
Lucifer swore that the day he graced heaven once more, he would show his brother what real betrayal felt like!
Of course, ever since he came to the abyss, he also hated his brother for having the same mortal-like face as him.
Though he could shift and change his pretense to his liking, why was he the one who had to change?
Because of the abyss, his appearance changed quite a bit with his natural hair from blonde to complete black.
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Additionally, he developed a demonic skin akin to that of the creatures here.
He now had horns, and his once feathered wings now looked like bat wings with sharp tooth-like pointy ends.
His entire being, though highly handsome, still gave off a devilish charm instead of a saintly one.
How much did Lucifer hate his twin, Micheal? A lot.
He had been brooding this hate for millenniums since the beginning of time.
So even if he went for therapy, how could his hate quench all out this fast?
Impossible!
He had to touch Micheal's eyes out, feed them to the bastard, cut off his wings like chicken feathers, slice his skin layer by layer, roast him over a short, and so much, much more to relieve a bit of that anger.
And as the days went by, Lucifer was more and more in a good mood when thinking of their plan to come.
They were all this close to obtaining the world power surrounding this world.
Once they take cosmic power, it will be the start of their journey to the top!
This time, they will fight the angels with all they've got!
Their only worry was the 3 newbie Princes that kept trying to stand in their way!
No! This couldn't continue.
Within the next 2 years, they had to kill these princes to ensure success.
As for the humans, they were of no threat to them. So why bother looking over them?
They've been in this world since the birth of this world in the cosmo, and nothing has ever changed.
So within the next 2 years, what could these humans possibly do to deter their plans?
Absolutely NOTHING!
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The group still stayed on their knees in silence.
And Lucifer also joined them, though looking at a certain tree with a slight smile on his face.
"Old friend... I know that's you."
Lucifer spoke to the stupid-looking fiery bird swinging around on a strong twig.
**freeze**
The bird stopped its act before bursting out in laughter
"Hey... No fair. How do you always know it's me?"
Puff!
A cheeky elf-like being, slim, tall, handsome, and wearing a reddish attire, appeared.
His hair was also fiery. And his already red attire was laced with a few golden patterns.
He was a being with the power of fore and shapeshifting.
"Old friend, I see you're up to no good as usual. So... Did you bring it?"
Lucifer stared at the cheeky Loki with a slight smile on his face.
Loki was the only friend of his from above that still kept in contact with him, though discreetly.
Well, they did see one another once every 300~500 years or so.
And this much was always a mystery to Lucifer.
How could Loki keep passing under the radar like this?
If any other Gods, angles, or even lesser beings tried this, they would get caught on the spot. But not Loki.
This lesser God of mischief always had the most surprising means to get what he wanted.
"This is what you wanted?" Loki waved a small box before him with a sly smile plastered on his face.
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Mischievous!
That smile... Lucifer was too familiar with that smile that kept him on defense.
And for the umpteenth time, he asked the question he had always been asking.
"Old friend, how do you always do it?"
"Friend, a magician must always keep his tricks a secret... Or don't you know that? Sigh... There is always a blind spot in everything. If you can take advantage of it, you can even kill the entire heavens together."
"Then why don't you tell me? Don't you know how much of a help that would be to me?"
Loki made an apple appear out of thin air, lazily chewing on it.
"Tell you? No way. Everything and everyone's actions are made for my entertainment and amusement. So if you reach the heavens and kill everyone this very day, won't it be too boring to watch?"
"_"
"Well. Time's up. I have to leave before they notice my presence in this world." Loki said, dusting the grass off his clothes in a playful manner.
"Well, good luck, buddy. Make sure to keep it interesting."
Puff!
He was gone.
"_"
Lucifer looked heavenward with a helpless yet annoyed expression.
Though Loki didn't ask for anything in return, Lucifer knew that Loki's greatest joy was in watching chaos unfold.
The guy didn't even care who would win a battle, provided it was chaotic.
Why did he feel that if Loki were actually a fallen god in the underworld, he would've long been able to reach the heavens within the first decades of his descent?
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