The Silence After Heaven

Lucifer was not born in darkness. He carried the light first. But somewhere between pride and longing, the light became a wound. His wings no longer meant freedom—they became the weight of everything he could not return to. Now he sits between heaven and the void, not fallen enough to forget the light, and not pure enough to touch it again. Perhaps hell was never a place. Perhaps it was the moment he realized heaven would always be behind him.