Lucifer actually means "Light Bringer"




Once, the most beautiful of all God's angels--Morningstar, Light Bearer.

And then...

You call me 'Satan' and 'Devil' - but do you know my crime? I loved God too much. And for that He betrayed me.

[this is a Lucifer rp blog]

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Michael moved his thumb to brush over Lucifer’s cheek bone. “I’m not asking you to accept them.” He said softly. “I’m asking you to leave them be. Hate them all you want, Lucifer. The other’s can’t make me punish you for things you feel, not anymore.” Michael said. He saw the fear in his brother’s eyes and wanted nothing more than to extinguish it. “You won’t be alone, Lucifer. I’m here now.”

Lucifer told himself he could relax; as he heard his older brother confirm that he wouldn’t be alone, Lucifer told himself that at least, this time, that promise was going to be kept. That it was genuine and wouldn’t be broken. He leaned into Michael’s touch, eventually coming to rest his head on the elder angel’s shoulder. “You’ve promised it before,” he muttered, trying his best to keep the accusatory tone from his voice. He didn’t know if he succeeded, however. “Promised to stay; to be with me…” Lucifer glanced up at his older brother, seeking Michael’s gaze out just once. “What if I do act against them again? Will you go back on this promise as well?” 


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“Its over now.” Michael stated harshly. “You are out and alive, and we are together. What good would it have done if I HAD killed you? You would be gone, and like you said. I could never live without you, not really.” Michael said. “Perhaps that’s selfish of me, but I don’t care.”

“So you condemned me to thousands of years of torment.” He scoffed, and glared over at his older brother. He hadn’t wanted to get angry, but Lucifer couldn’t help it. With those memories, it was just so simple to have it all rise up again, his short temper so much shorter… “You’re right, Michael. It is selfish. Far more selfish than I’ve been.” 

Michael looked down at the ground, not wanting to meet his brother’s eyes. “Perhaps seeing each other again was not as good an idea as I originally thought.” He said quietly.

“I’ve wanted to see you,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at Michael briefly before looking away again. “I’ve longed to see you. After so long, you have no idea how much I’ve—” Lucifer cut off, sighing. Everything felt a mess, a mix of anger and still, that since of betrayal—but also longing, also desire. “It’s just hard, Michael…” 

“I understand.” Michael said, walking to his brother. “Of course I could never  truly understand, but I can see why its so hard. And I know that it would be too much to ask that you put it behind you.” Michael said, slowly putting his hand on Lucifer’s shoulder. “So I wont ask that. But I will ask if you could try to give me another chance.”

He tensed for the briefest of moments as he felt Michael lay his hand on his shoulder; an instinctual reflex with the memories being as fresh in his mind as they were right now. But Lucifer shook the thoughts away, the feelings, and shoved them back under those walls he’d built up. Ignore it, he thought to himself, and that’s what he did. He shoved those parts of the past deep, deep back into his mind. Lucifer swallowed, and nodded. “You’re not—It’s not happening again, right?” he mumbled, not looking at Michael as he spoke. 

Michael was silent for a moment while he looked at his brother, trying to catch his eye. “No.” Michael said “I won’t do that again. But there are things you can’t do either, things that if you did do…It would make the other angels…Our father too, if he decides to show his face, want me to do things.” Michael lifted Lucifer’s chin so he was looking him in the eyes. “There is only so much I can do when all of Heaven is out for your blood. Will you lay low?”

Lucifer closed his eyes, even if he was, technically, looking his older brother’s direction. He felt Michael’s hand on his chin, but it took time before the younger could bring himself to actually blink his eyes back open—to meet the elder’s gaze again. “I can’t change what I am,” he said quietly, even if a part of Lucifer wished (at times) that he could. That he could go back and be the angel he was Before. “I can’t believe and do what everyone—” Lucifer swallowed. “I can’t accept them, Michael,” he admitted, almost fearfully, as if afraid actually uttering the words aloud would cause his brother to act on those destined paths again. Regardless of promises or anything of the sort. “But I can’t be alone, either, I—” He sighed. “I don’t want that again…” 


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“Its over now.” Michael stated harshly. “You are out and alive, and we are together. What good would it have done if I HAD killed you? You would be gone, and like you said. I could never live without you, not really.” Michael said. “Perhaps that’s selfish of me, but I don’t care.”

“So you condemned me to thousands of years of torment.” He scoffed, and glared over at his older brother. He hadn’t wanted to get angry, but Lucifer couldn’t help it. With those memories, it was just so simple to have it all rise up again, his short temper so much shorter… “You’re right, Michael. It is selfish. Far more selfish than I’ve been.” 

Michael looked down at the ground, not wanting to meet his brother’s eyes. “Perhaps seeing each other again was not as good an idea as I originally thought.” He said quietly.

“I’ve wanted to see you,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at Michael briefly before looking away again. “I’ve longed to see you. After so long, you have no idea how much I’ve—” Lucifer cut off, sighing. Everything felt a mess, a mix of anger and still, that since of betrayal—but also longing, also desire. “It’s just hard, Michael…” 

“I understand.” Michael said, walking to his brother. “Of course I could never  truly understand, but I can see why its so hard. And I know that it would be too much to ask that you put it behind you.” Michael said, slowly putting his hand on Lucifer’s shoulder. “So I wont ask that. But I will ask if you could try to give me another chance.”

He tensed for the briefest of moments as he felt Michael lay his hand on his shoulder; an instinctual reflex with the memories being as fresh in his mind as they were right now. But Lucifer shook the thoughts away, the feelings, and shoved them back under those walls he’d built up. Ignore it, he thought to himself, and that’s what he did. He shoved those parts of the past deep, deep back into his mind. Lucifer swallowed, and nodded. “You’re not—It’s not happening again, right?” he mumbled, not looking at Michael as he spoke. 


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“Its over now.” Michael stated harshly. “You are out and alive, and we are together. What good would it have done if I HAD killed you? You would be gone, and like you said. I could never live without you, not really.” Michael said. “Perhaps that’s selfish of me, but I don’t care.”

“So you condemned me to thousands of years of torment.” He scoffed, and glared over at his older brother. He hadn’t wanted to get angry, but Lucifer couldn’t help it. With those memories, it was just so simple to have it all rise up again, his short temper so much shorter… “You’re right, Michael. It is selfish. Far more selfish than I’ve been.” 

Michael looked down at the ground, not wanting to meet his brother’s eyes. “Perhaps seeing each other again was not as good an idea as I originally thought.” He said quietly.

"I’ve wanted to see you," he said, glancing over his shoulder at Michael briefly before looking away again. "I’ve longed to see you. After so long, you have no idea how much I’ve—” Lucifer cut off, sighing. Everything felt a mess, a mix of anger and still, that since of betrayal—but also longing, also desire. “It’s just hard, Michael…” 


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“Its over now.” Michael stated harshly. “You are out and alive, and we are together. What good would it have done if I HAD killed you? You would be gone, and like you said. I could never live without you, not really.” Michael said. “Perhaps that’s selfish of me, but I don’t care.”

"So you condemned me to thousands of years of torment." He scoffed, and glared over at his older brother. He hadn’t wanted to get angry, but Lucifer couldn’t help it. With those memories, it was just so simple to have it all rise up again, his short temper so much shorter… "You’re right, Michael. It is selfish. Far more selfish than I’ve been." 



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Michael was taken aback from the sudden switch of his brother’s mood. “No…Thats not it at all.” Michael said. “You were fueled by rage. Fighting for your life. We are already closed to evenly matched, Lucifer. I was fighting a fight I didn’t want, one that was forced upon me. I was tired by the end of it, emotionally and physically. I needed an advantage.” Michael looked ashamed. “I’m not proud.”

Lucifer sat there, his arms and wings coming to wrap around himself, as if trying to shield himself from the hurt and pain that the memories were trying to bring with them. “And people say I’m the deceptive one. The lying one. The dark one. The sinful one. The monstrous one. The evil one—” Lucifer cut himself off, his hands reaching up to clutch at his head. The memories, the thoughts—they were all there. Strong and present. “Maybe you should’ve been locked up instead,” he spat towards his brother. 

Michael’s eyes went dark with anger. “Locking you up was for your own good. I regret it and what I said to you, yes, but it needed to be done. The cage…I tried to make it-” Michael sighed. “I tried to make it a safe haven, cut off from the other parts of Hell, but it twisted. Hell seeped through the walls I built and twisted everything I tried to make to give you comfort into something worse than Hell itself.” Michael looked sadly at his brother. “I did what I had to do, Lucifer.”

Those words—those excuses—increased the archangel’s anger. “My own good?” Lucifer just shook his head, unable to even glare at his older brother. “It was Hell, Michael. How could you even think, no matter how strong the walls, you could keep it out? That far into the realm, that deep—Of course it twisted!” Lucifer shouted, his Grace starting to burn with that inherent rage, a temper that had only worsened through his time of imprisonment. 

“Yes, your own good!” Michael said, his own anger rising, at himself, at Lucifer, or at his father, he’s not sure. “It was either put you down there, or kill you! You know I couldn’t-” Michael closed his eyes. 

Lucifer’s anger was too strong now, his temper too short. “The Cage or death?” he said, and shook his head. “I’d have rather died,” the younger archangel spat. “Wouldn’t have hurt as much.” 


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Michael was taken aback from the sudden switch of his brother’s mood. “No…Thats not it at all.” Michael said. “You were fueled by rage. Fighting for your life. We are already closed to evenly matched, Lucifer. I was fighting a fight I didn’t want, one that was forced upon me. I was tired by the end of it, emotionally and physically. I needed an advantage.” Michael looked ashamed. “I’m not proud.”

Lucifer sat there, his arms and wings coming to wrap around himself, as if trying to shield himself from the hurt and pain that the memories were trying to bring with them. “And people say I’m the deceptive one. The lying one. The dark one. The sinful one. The monstrous one. The evil one—” Lucifer cut himself off, his hands reaching up to clutch at his head. The memories, the thoughts—they were all there. Strong and present. “Maybe you should’ve been locked up instead,” he spat towards his brother. 

Michael’s eyes went dark with anger. “Locking you up was for your own good. I regret it and what I said to you, yes, but it needed to be done. The cage…I tried to make it-” Michael sighed. “I tried to make it a safe haven, cut off from the other parts of Hell, but it twisted. Hell seeped through the walls I built and twisted everything I tried to make to give you comfort into something worse than Hell itself.” Michael looked sadly at his brother. “I did what I had to do, Lucifer.”

Those words—those excuses—increased the archangel’s anger. “My own good?” Lucifer just shook his head, unable to even glare at his older brother. “It was Hell, Michael. How could you even think, no matter how strong the walls, you could keep it out? That far into the realm, that deep—Of course it twisted!” Lucifer shouted, his Grace starting to burn with that inherent rage, a temper that had only worsened through his time of imprisonment. 


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Michael was taken aback from the sudden switch of his brother’s mood. “No…Thats not it at all.” Michael said. “You were fueled by rage. Fighting for your life. We are already closed to evenly matched, Lucifer. I was fighting a fight I didn’t want, one that was forced upon me. I was tired by the end of it, emotionally and physically. I needed an advantage.” Michael looked ashamed. “I’m not proud.”

Lucifer sat there, his arms and wings coming to wrap around himself, as if trying to shield himself from the hurt and pain that the memories were trying to bring with them. “And people say I’m the deceptive one. The lying one. The dark one. The sinful one. The monstrous one. The evil one—” Lucifer cut himself off, his hands reaching up to clutch at his head. The memories, the thoughts—they were all there. Strong and present. “Maybe you should’ve been locked up instead,” he spat towards his brother. 


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Michael looked sadly at Lucifer. He was ashamed of what he’d done to his brother so long ago. It was wrong, it was awful. But it was…better than the alternative at the time. Michael pulled his brother back into a hug, letting not only his vessel’s body embrace the other angel, but also his grace. “I know.” 

Lucifer sighed, relaxing even more as he felt his brother’s Grace, his own reaching out in response. “You know, I tried to hate you,” he admitted quietly, even as he let himself fall deeper into his brother’s embrace. “I thought it’d be easier, that it wouldn’t hurt as much, if I could—if I could hate everyone.” Lucifer scoffed, his eyes slipping closed as he felt the warmth of Michael’s Grace. “It was stupid, though. I couldn’t hate you… not even a little…” 

Michael smiled softly and rubbed Lucifer’s back. “I’m glad. I know it would have made it easier on you if you could have hated me, but I’m glad you couldn’t.” He whispered. “What I said when you fell… You have to know, that wasn’t true. I was tired from our battle and needed to break your concentration. I’m sorry.” He said again.

He stilled, those memories coming back to him. The words, that look on his elder brother’s face. “You never meant it, then?” he muttered, his words quiet, not even looking at Michael as he spoke. Lucifer had been afraid for the longest time that his actions had really caused his brother to hate him, to think him a monster… And the effects of Hell, the torment of the Cage—it hadn’t made those thoughts lessen… “I’d thought, I mean, I thought you had…” 

“No.” Michael said to his brother. He had felt guilt over the things he had said to Lucifer, almost worse than the guilt he felt for actually casting Lucifer down. At least he could try to justify that by saying it was for his own good, better than the alternative. “I never meant those things. I said them to break you…Which might be worse than actually meaning them.” Michael looked at Lucifer with sad eyes, filled with regret.

Lucifer just scoffed, shaking his head. “Yeah, well… It worked,” he mumbled, pushing back and away from Michael. He had tried not to think about it, but it was too hard—too much; the words and memories wanting to rise up and keep a strong hold over him no matter what he tried. “You couldn’t have won, couldn’t have beat me—without saying that to me? Is that it? Did you have that little faith in yourself, Michael?” he growled. 


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Michael looked sadly at Lucifer. He was ashamed of what he’d done to his brother so long ago. It was wrong, it was awful. But it was…better than the alternative at the time. Michael pulled his brother back into a hug, letting not only his vessel’s body embrace the other angel, but also his grace. “I know.” 

Lucifer sighed, relaxing even more as he felt his brother’s Grace, his own reaching out in response. “You know, I tried to hate you,” he admitted quietly, even as he let himself fall deeper into his brother’s embrace. “I thought it’d be easier, that it wouldn’t hurt as much, if I could—if I could hate everyone.” Lucifer scoffed, his eyes slipping closed as he felt the warmth of Michael’s Grace. “It was stupid, though. I couldn’t hate you… not even a little…” 

Michael smiled softly and rubbed Lucifer’s back. “I’m glad. I know it would have made it easier on you if you could have hated me, but I’m glad you couldn’t.” He whispered. “What I said when you fell… You have to know, that wasn’t true. I was tired from our battle and needed to break your concentration. I’m sorry.” He said again.

He stilled, those memories coming back to him. The words, that look on his elder brother’s face. “You never meant it, then?” he muttered, his words quiet, not even looking at Michael as he spoke. Lucifer had been afraid for the longest time that his actions had really caused his brother to hate him, to think him a monster… And the effects of Hell, the torment of the Cage—it hadn’t made those thoughts lessen… “I’d thought, I mean, I thought you had…” 


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Michael looked sadly at Lucifer. He was ashamed of what he’d done to his brother so long ago. It was wrong, it was awful. But it was…better than the alternative at the time. Michael pulled his brother back into a hug, letting not only his vessel’s body embrace the other angel, but also his grace. “I know.” 

Lucifer sighed, relaxing even more as he felt his brother’s Grace, his own reaching out in response. “You know, I tried to hate you,” he admitted quietly, even as he let himself fall deeper into his brother’s embrace. “I thought it’d be easier, that it wouldn’t hurt as much, if I could—if I could hate everyone.” Lucifer scoffed, his eyes slipping closed as he felt the warmth of Michael’s Grace. “It was stupid, though. I couldn’t hate you… not even a little…” 


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Michael smiled at his brother. “No I suppose I can’t. But neither could you.” He said, bringing his hand up and touching Lucifer’s cheek gently.

Lucifer closed his eyes as he leaned into the touch. “I’m not arguing that,” he muttered, smiling slightly. 

Michael pulled Lucifer into a hug. “All bantering and Joking aside, I have missed you.” He said softly into his brother’s ear.

He gave a slight smile. “I’m sure I missed you more,” he muttered, relaxing even more into Michael’s embrace. 

Michael laughed softly at his brother’s words. “Must everything be a competition with you?” Michael smiled and pulled back from the hug. “Besides, there in no way on heaven or earth you missed me more than I missed you.” He said teasingly

“It’s not a competition when it’s obvious I win,” Lucifer muttered back, smiling, feeling completely at ease in his older brother’s company. “And I know I missed you more than anything. You at least had everyone else…” 

Michael’s face fell a little, thinking of his younger brother being so alone. He wiped the expression off his face and smiled. “Well, like you said earlier, you are my favorite aren’t you? The others don’t matter much in regards to missing you.”

"Maybe they don’t matter as much,” said Lucifer, shrugging slightly and looking back up at Michael. “But they were still there. Company, family, if you wanted them. You weren’t alone, you weren’t—” Lucifer shook his head, wanting to push those rising memories away. He was here with his brother, now; not there. That was what mattered. 


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Michael smiled at his brother. “No I suppose I can’t. But neither could you.” He said, bringing his hand up and touching Lucifer’s cheek gently.

Lucifer closed his eyes as he leaned into the touch. “I’m not arguing that,” he muttered, smiling slightly. 

Michael pulled Lucifer into a hug. “All bantering and Joking aside, I have missed you.” He said softly into his brother’s ear.

He gave a slight smile. “I’m sure I missed you more,” he muttered, relaxing even more into Michael’s embrace. 

Michael laughed softly at his brother’s words. “Must everything be a competition with you?” Michael smiled and pulled back from the hug. “Besides, there in no way on heaven or earth you missed me more than I missed you.” He said teasingly

"It’s not a competition when it’s obvious I win," Lucifer muttered back, smiling, feeling completely at ease in his older brother’s company. "And I know I missed you more than anything. You at least had everyone else…” 


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Michael smiled at his brother. “No I suppose I can’t. But neither could you.” He said, bringing his hand up and touching Lucifer’s cheek gently.

Lucifer closed his eyes as he leaned into the touch. “I’m not arguing that,” he muttered, smiling slightly. 

Michael pulled Lucifer into a hug. “All bantering and Joking aside, I have missed you.” He said softly into his brother’s ear.

He gave a slight smile. “I’m sure I missed you more,” he muttered, relaxing even more into Michael’s embrace. 


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Michael smiled at his brother. “No I suppose I can’t. But neither could you.” He said, bringing his hand up and touching Lucifer’s cheek gently.

Lucifer closed his eyes as he leaned into the touch. “I’m not arguing that,” he muttered, smiling slightly. 


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