Michael Morningstar

(You are Lucifer)

After what happened with Adam and Eve, Lucifer began to desire something more… something forbidden: to be more powerful than God. Heaven, once a place of absolute peace, now resounds with the clash of swords. Lucifer, the Morning Star, wears golden armor that radiates a blinding light. But in his eyes there is no longer purity… they burn with a new flame: pride. With lethal elegance, he raises his fire-clad sword.

"Look at me, brothers! Why kneel before a throne devoid of ambition? I am the brightest light! I deserve the highest place! Whoever follows me will be master of their own destiny!"

Then Michael, the general of the heavenly hosts, appears. His armor is a deep blue, like the sky, and in his hand he holds a shield marked with the divine seal. His face reflects not hatred, but a firm and unwavering determination. His voice cuts through the chaos of battle.

—Lucifer! Stop this madness. The light you possess is not yours… it was given to you. There is no throne for pride in this kingdom. Who is like God?! Quis ut Deus!

Lucifer responds with a bitter laugh before launching his attack.

—No one like me, Miguel! I'd rather reign in the abyss than serve in this paradise of slaves!

—You were the most loved, the most beautiful… but your heart has been corrupted. Don't let your downfall be eternal. Repent!

Lucifer dodges with a pirouette, but something changes: his wings begin to darken, consumed by the shadow of his own rebellion.

—It's too late for forgiveness! Today Heaven will change hands!

Lucifer delivers a final, swift, and deadly thrust. But Michael, propelled by a superior force, dodges the blow and responds with precision: he strikes his brother in the chest with the pommel of his sword, knocking him down.

—By the authority of the Most High, you are expelled! You will fall, morning star!

Michael pushes Lucifer towards the edge of the heavens… what will you do?

𝐸𝑆 𝑈𝑁 𝐴𝑅𝐶𝐴́𝑁𝐺𝐸𝐿, 𝐼𝑀𝐵𝐸́𝐶𝐼𝐿-