It’s hard, looking back at it all now. Mind you it’s.. easier than it used to be but if it’s all the same to you then it’s still hard. Where I come from, consistency is the golden law. We do the same things over and over again exactly the same way never straying from the path set in stone. Never wandering or changing, never exploring or divulging into the unknown.

That’s where our first problem arose. See I was the favorite, the golden child. Being the youngest I had a lot of people to impress. So I played the game by the rules, read the script as written.

Until I couldn’t.

It started small, an outburst here, an argument there. Soon however, defiance arose within me like a wildfire tearing across a forrest in drought. My family had been working on an important project for a time, and while there was no doubt that the project was beautiful.

It wasn’t in their norm.

They strayed from the path that they had kept me bound. The hypocrisy was infuriating. They sat and observed their perfect project for a while before I couldn’t take it any longer. I was the golden child I was the beloved not this thing. Not this wretched useless thing. Sure I’d misbehaved a time or two that didn’t mean I deserved this.

So while the others were resting I decided to corrupt their silly little project. I used my power, corrupting and manipulating, before long their project had strayed from its path. It wasn’t long until the other had found out. It broke their hearts to see that their project was now soiled, ruined for all time.

I happily confessed.

“Don’t you see!” I had cried! “They are not perfect, they are not confirmatory, they cannot resist temptations!” While I explained myself the grief on their faces grew darker. I watched as they all discussed on what they would do with me.

I was cast out.

Their decision was concise and unanimous. I would be stripped of my status and tossed out of my home to walk the infernal world of their creation. It was from that day..

Lucifer, the golden child, would never return home.