This is it: Prologue

A/N I started to write this story a while ago and I originally posted this on my old account. This is just a general idea of the plot, personally I don't think that this is any good but I would love to hear anyone's suggestions and tips in order to make this a better novel. I don't really tend to write stories, I'm more of a poetry kind of girl. Oh and also, I don't really like the title to this novel so any suggestions would be greatly appreciated. Happy reading! :)  

We've all heard the stories, the stories of those days, those weeks.. years. The time when the world finally ended. When the countdown eventually stopped. Of course there were 'prophecies' and warnings, there had been for centuries, but no amount of warnings could prepare anyone for what happened. God did what he had set out to do, destroy the one thing he loved the most. Our home. 

He sent the wrath of heaven onto us, but he sent the angels to do his work. He commanded them to do unthinkable, unimaginable things in order to tear apart the planet. The angels, by God's orders, blew their magnificent trumpets, and at each blow a plague descended onto the land. The water became undrinkable, tainted with blood. The livestock was killed off and diseased. The tree's burned to ash. He didn't even allow people to die, for months and months He made them suffer. He torched their souls, the people begged for death, they begged for all this suffering to end, but Death never came. It was like he ran away, as if this was too much suffering for him to bare. The sky was alive and danced with flames of scarlet and gold, in any other occasion it would've been considered beautiful. But when blood begun to rain down such beauty couldn't be recognized. 

In amidst of all the chaos, deep in the fiery pits of Hell; the gates were breaking. The hinges were becoming unbound from their posts and Lucifer was slowly waking from his deep slumber. He had oh so patiently waited for this day to arrive and now it had. His eyes opened, and he could see that his cage was disintegrating, and with a gentle tug at his shackles, they came off the wall with ease. Lucifer stretched, and watched as he saw the gates of his cage open with a satisfying 'pop' followed by the crumbling down of Hell's walls. A grin slowly crept onto his face. It was an unsavory smile, he licked his cracked dry lips in anticipation, and he spoke for the first time in centuries.

 "It is time, we are free." his voice was low and gravely, and seemed to hum across the darkness. "For too long we have been seen as the 'evil' that lurks in the world, now it is time to prove what my father is really like. When we were cast out unloved by his unmerciful hand and sent to this place, we will get our revenge for our eternal pain that He has caused. Now we rise, now we take back what is ours!" and with that a roar of howls and screams filled the smokey charred air.  The black silhouettes crawled out of the pit, dragging their limp formless bodies across the dust and into the light. Lucifer followed, and took in his surroundings. It was a different form of Hell, only this time there was light, blinding light. The light poured from the Heavens, Lucifer stood quiet for a moment and thought. It was at this point he recalled when this was all created, how his father spent a week making sure that everything was perfect for mankind. What amazed him was how God formed this ball of rock in such a way that it just floated in space, but now he saw what a mess it all was. He had felt a small amount of pity for human kind, and he felt a pinch of sorrow for all the destruction that was caused, but Lucifer quickly shook it off. 

He came to the sudden realization that no amount of demons could even come close to the power of Heaven. All of this proved it, in order to win this war on Heaven Lucifer needed something more powerful than both angels and demons alike. Pacing quickly he thought to himself, and then as if a light bulb moment, he realized he needed the help of the Uncalled Angels. God's first attempt at celestial beings, but just like Lucifer, God cast them out because they became too powerful and they had... faults. They were sent to wander the Earth as mortals. He pondered over this, he knew that the original angels would've been long gone, but he was sure that they had descendants. Whether they knew who they were was a different story. "This should make things more interesting." Lucifer chuckled to himself. "I will find them. I will."