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The stories of the fall of Lucifer Morningstar all share one thing, that his fall created Hell.
And in that they were all right, and they were all wrong.
Lucifer himself would jokingly say that it wasn’t the Fall that was so bad, it was the sudden stop at the bottom.
That as he lay broken and bleeding in the nothingness that was a primordial Hell it was his angelic blood seeping into the corrupted ground that kickstarted the process. In a convoluted way this made him the father of the Sins, being a newly born Sin himself. And whether any of them wished to admit it or not, they were all aspects of the first sin just as they were all intertwined together.
As time passed, and humanity grew, so too did Hell.
The second sin, born of humanities anger, and in that brewing resentment did Lucifer make his first mistake. It was from the dried and broken ground of the burgeoning ring of Wrath that the first imp emerged.
Satan he was called, the Sin of Wrath.
Neither Lucifer, nor his wife, Lilith, had any knowledge of raising young and did the best that they could. But there was a deep seated resentment in the imp that grew to be a dragon that they both missed that only grew quietly and festered as the centuries passed.
The emergence of additional sins only further fueled the quiet rage.
The Sin of Gluttony he found no use in.
Her happy nature and providing to excess practically anathema to the dragon. Her hounds, while useful, tended to be too wild to adhere to the obedience he required of his imps.
Within the Sin of Greed he found a common sentiment if not an ally.
The corpulent jester concerned more with acquisition of things of value than anything else. Mammon’s loan sharks were not fighters, simply used for collections of tithes owed to the sin and others that would hire their services to acquire repayments of debts.
It was when the ring beneath Greed formed that something unexpected happened.
Lucifer and the other Sins had been perplexed why there was no sin manifestation like there had been with the previous three rings. The ring was fully formed when it happened, when within a ball of blue light an angel fell from Heaven and down to the newly finished ring of Lust.
There were no words to describe Satan’s disgust at the newly minted sin.
Asmodeus, the Sin of Lust.
In his eyes fornication was to bring about procreation, nothing more, nothing less. His disgust only grew over the centuries as the rooster sin created his own people, the incubus and succubus that fed on the lust of mankind. Asmodeus was the only one that had devised a method by which to travel between Hell and the mortal realm so that his children could consume the lust of man and in turn feed the Sin himself.
Asmodeus, however, was unwilling to share the method he had devised and not even appealing to Lucifer would sway him.
From the waves of the ring of Envy emerged the dual headed and dual natured Sin of Envy themselves.
There was no working with one side of Leviathan without similarly working with the other, and it was clear from the day that they took control of their ring that their loyalty lay with the King of Hell himself.
Operating in secrecy became Satan’s utmost priority. The duties expected of him were conducted openly, but things of a more clandestine nature were carefully handled behind closed doors and away from the four prying eyes of Hell’s Spy Mistresses.
The final ring was that of Sloth.
And last of their brethren was Belphegor, the Sin of Sloth.
Though Sloth was a misnomer for the baphomet’s nature. Ever the consummate healer and academic she carefully watched and learned from the races created by the Sins. Her own baphomet creations spread through the rings to treat sickness and injury while documenting everything with Lucifer’s blessing of her endeavors.
It was in the centuries as Hellborn began to populate the lower six rings and the mortal souls relegated to the primary ring of Pride that Satan’s quiet jealousy became something else. An incident that was isolated to a few imps that resulted in his virtual disownment of his creations, from there it cascaded into imps becoming derided and mocked throughout all the rings. From that day forward imps were left with only four choices to survive.
Serve higher demons as domestic staff.
Eek out whatever living could be made farming and ranching within Wrath.
Fill the lowest positions in all the rings while surviving with next to nothing.
Turn to crime, whether it be theft, organized crime, or assassination. Whatever one needed to do.
Had anyone actually been paying attention it would have been clear for all to see that Satan was plotting after the fortuitous (to him) banishment of the strongest and most accurate of the Prophets of the Goetia.
If any of the other seers or prophets saw anything they said nothing.
No one noticed the buildup of military type training.
Or the build up of weapons, particularly blessed and angelic.
By the time Leviathan caught wind of the military build up among the ranks of the Sin of Wrath it was far too late to head off. Trucks marked as deliveries from various farms and ranches throughout Wrath moved through Pride in the months leading to what would forever be remembered as the darkest days in Hell’s history.
Sinners and Hellborn alike watched in horror and confusion as armed groups seemed to appear from nowhere. Streets cleared as everyone quickly returned to where they should be as the forces of the Sin of Wrath fanned out.
The first targets in Pride were the Overlords.
In a true show of how well the planning had been carried out, the Sovereign Overlords were in a meeting when the room was flooded with invaders carrying blessed weapons. The only show of any kind of upset was when the one in charge called his superior, his words told everyone in the room that it wasn’t simply them they were after with only a few words.
‘The Consort isn’t here.’
By the end of the day all of the Overlords but one had been rounded up,
The Goetia stood back and watched as the Sinner population was subdued, the children and the nurses and nannies of the Ars Goetia moved quietly to lower rings even as Paimon and the rest of the higher ranks watched and did nothing as the invading force marched on the Hazbin Hotel. It wasn’t realized until later that Lucifer had sent his consort, Alastor, two of the Overlord’s souls, several residents of the hotel, and the Princess’s companion to a lower ring and out of Satan’s grasp.
Vox broadcast the Sin of Wrath’s final moves for all of Hell to see with a gun pointed at his head.
Lucifer was attempting to send his daughter away when she was pulled magically into the dragon’s grasp, an angelic blade at her throat and the threat to kill her unless Lucifer stood down.
All of Hell watched as Lucifer Morningstar fell to his knees to protect his only child.
Within hours the sovereign Overlords and all of the lesser Overlords, minus Alastor, were on their knees in front of Satan as he sat the King’s throne in Pride.
The Sin of Wrath’s forces took up residence within and around the very hotel that Lucifer had helped to rebuild to aid those looking for redemption. Several stories housing prisoners that either kept Overlords in line or ones that were otherwise useful as Satan himself and his generals took up residence in Lucifer’s own palace.
Within a day elevator access to and from Pride and Wrath was cut off.
Within three any kind of portal access ceased as Satan lay a spell over the rings to detect portal magic.
At the end of the first week, in a show of power for all of Hell to see within the front courtyard of the King’s palace, visible to all from the street and then broadcast over the airwaves, bound in chains of angelic steel he displayed the crucified fallen angel. The once pristine white suit torn and dirty, seraphim wings broken and drooping.
Many asked why Lucifer hadn’t fought harder against Satan.
But the answer had been clear for all to see the night that Wrath had overrun Pride.
Satan held his daughter.
All of Hell knew that Lucifer would do anything to protect his daughter.
If his humiliation kept her alive, he would do it.