[Satan was literally only created from Lucifer declaring war on their father and splintering his own mind and soul, and tearing off his own wings.]
[There's a distant look as Lucifer weighs how much is his own story to tell vs. the others to tell their portions.]
Satan wasn't created by our Father like the rest of us. He was born of my sins. My rage. My animosity. [The wings and horns come back, simply from trying to remember those early days.]
My brothers all had reasons to join me in exile, and I've always been grateful. Except Satan didn't have that choice. He was never in the celestial realm as an angel, he was born of that fall. [A small shudder. The weakest part of him wants nothing more than to flee this conversation... but his pride would never allow it.] Early on he had no control at all. He would destroy almost all he could. His memories... [Lucifer pauses. In order for Satan to be his own entity and not just Lucifer's shadow, his fractured wings' "mistake," he wants to let Satan determine his own everything as much as possible.] lacked context for him to even make sense of them. [Red eyes peer back on the Doctor as if weighing the new angel's very soul.]
[Lucifer's expression softens, actually fondly.] In those days he just hated everything. The others could rely on me when times were excruciating for them, but Satan didn't know how, and anyway: refused. [All of Lucifer's rage at God, rage at humans, sorrow over Lilith, and just twisting it back into pretzels to direct it at Lucifer himself. Self loathing separated into two halves. Can't hate Father, can't be proud of Father creating him and resent it at the same time so-- a non-paradoxical solution: Satan. Angry at Lucifer, humans, heaven, demons, hell, existence. Confused by everything like the others, but lacking context to understand it.] We would bind him in the heaviest angel chains, cast him in cement, and I would have to feed him like a baby bird. [He laughs softly but... Lucifer literally had to hold Satan's nose to get him to open his mouth.] These days, as I said, he is finding more things he likes. As well as himself. [Proud Papa again.]
Just make sure you never try to get in his way. He mostly lashes out at me now, so if there is a problem, I will handle it, but it is best not to give him unnecessary opportunities. And his favorite hobby is still trying to be a nuisance, to me. Rarely anyone else.
[Holds a hand up.] Needless to say, I am his least favorite. Provided you don't mention me, and treat him as respectfully as you've granted me this conversation, you should have no problems. He probably wouldn't remember those days either. They were a very long time ago, even for us.
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Date: 2026-01-09 01:08 am (UTC)[Dragged them into HELL.]
[And he succeeded, unlike Satan.]
[Satan was literally only created from Lucifer declaring war on their father and splintering his own mind and soul, and tearing off his own wings.]
[There's a distant look as Lucifer weighs how much is his own story to tell vs. the others to tell their portions.]
Satan wasn't created by our Father like the rest of us. He was born of my sins. My rage. My animosity. [The wings and horns come back, simply from trying to remember those early days.]
My brothers all had reasons to join me in exile, and I've always been grateful. Except Satan didn't have that choice. He was never in the celestial realm as an angel, he was born of that fall. [A small shudder. The weakest part of him wants nothing more than to flee this conversation... but his pride would never allow it.] Early on he had no control at all. He would destroy almost all he could. His memories... [Lucifer pauses. In order for Satan to be his own entity and not just Lucifer's shadow, his fractured wings' "mistake," he wants to let Satan determine his own everything as much as possible.] lacked context for him to even make sense of them. [Red eyes peer back on the Doctor as if weighing the new angel's very soul.]
[Lucifer's expression softens, actually fondly.] In those days he just hated everything. The others could rely on me when times were excruciating for them, but Satan didn't know how, and anyway: refused. [All of Lucifer's rage at God, rage at humans, sorrow over Lilith, and just twisting it back into pretzels to direct it at Lucifer himself. Self loathing separated into two halves. Can't hate Father, can't be proud of Father creating him and resent it at the same time so-- a non-paradoxical solution: Satan. Angry at Lucifer, humans, heaven, demons, hell, existence. Confused by everything like the others, but lacking context to understand it.] We would bind him in the heaviest angel chains, cast him in cement, and I would have to feed him like a baby bird. [He laughs softly but... Lucifer literally had to hold Satan's nose to get him to open his mouth.] These days, as I said, he is finding more things he likes. As well as himself. [Proud Papa again.]
Just make sure you never try to get in his way. He mostly lashes out at me now, so if there is a problem, I will handle it, but it is best not to give him unnecessary opportunities. And his favorite hobby is still trying to be a nuisance, to me. Rarely anyone else.
[Holds a hand up.] Needless to say, I am his least favorite. Provided you don't mention me, and treat him as respectfully as you've granted me this conversation, you should have no problems. He probably wouldn't remember those days either. They were a very long time ago, even for us.