"THE FALL"

the morning star, that never was

He didn’t fall.

He was thrown.

Cast from Heaven like a plague too proud to kneel.
Lucifer didn’t descend like a fallen angel.
He hit Earth like a warhead made of teeth and rage.

The impact crater swallowed a mountain….

Forests caught fire….Skies turned black….
He crawled from the ash, scorched, black feathered wings smoldering behind him.

The Morning Star…
Fresh from grace….Still thinking he was untouchable.

And that’s when he met the Viking.
The last godless son of the North.
A forgotten warrior whose name wasn’t etched in stone…it was carved into corpses.

Lucifer snarled, fire leaking from his fingertips.
“I am the first light, the true heir, the one who……”

CAARRRRRACCCKKKKKKK……

The Viking punched him mid-sentence.

Lucifer tumbled…. Snapped up, wings flared, fury unleashed like molten chaos.

the Viking stepped through it…took a fire blast to the chest, let it burn, and kept walking. His beard scorched. His eyes stone.

Lucifer leapt….a blade of searing light in hand.

The Viking didn’t dodge.
He caught the blade with his bare hands. Let it sear into his palm. Blood hissed off steel…. as a smile crept upon his bloodied lips…

Then ….

he headbutted the one fallen from grace so hard, his halo shattered into ash.

The “angel” tried to flee…wings beating, light cracking the trees around them…
But the Viking tackled him out of the sky, slammed him into the mud, and started beating inch by inch him into the Earth.

Fist
After
Fist

Lucifer screamed….
The Viking laughed…..

Then, with both hands, the Viking grabbed Lucifer’s head….
and RIPPPEEEEEDDDDD it around like twisting the cap off a jar of poison.
Ligaments tore…..bone ….cracked like lightning.

He dragged the angel’s backward-facing face inches from his own and growled through blood-stained teeth…

“You think this is your world?
You think this is your kingdom…?

then came the sword….

the Viking didn’t just stab him…
He nailed him to the Earth.

Steel the width of a man’s arm plunged through Lucifer’s throat, out his skull and into stone.
The blade hummed…
The ground shook….

Lucifer arched, eyes wide, mouth open, but no words came….. just gurgled light.
…..he clawed at the dirt like a drowning god.

The Viking put a boot on his back and pushed, twisting the blade until the screams turned to silence.

“No devil rises here,” he whispered.
“Not while I still draw breath.”

And as the first light of morning touched the trees,
the Morning Star was silent.

Not feared.
Not revered.
Just dead.

…because Earth doesn’t belong to “heaven or hell.”

It belongs to those savage enough to survive it.