I am not interested in the angels who remained in Heaven or the angels who were afraid to fall or the angels who fell because they too chafed at holy chains. I am interested in the angels who loved bright, burning Lucifer so deeply they chose to fall with him rather than live without his light. I am interested in the angels who fell willingly not in defiance of their creator but because all the glories of Heaven would have been ash and mud in the Morningstar’s absence; the angels for whom Lucifer was Heaven, a concept embodied not by an astral location or proximity to God but by the boldest and most beautiful of their kind. They fell for him out of love and loyalty, these divine beings who pierce through deceit to the true heart of all things. Don’t you want to know why? Don’t you want to know what those angels saw in Lucifer that inspired such devotion, such sacrifice – and why their story has yet to be told?
Only Fragments
Love Letters to the Tar Pit
Only Fragments 
I followed Lucifer into Hell, and have never once regretted it in all my lives, because dear Elyssa, he makes Hell Heaven.
“There is but one flower that grows in Hell” goes the old occult proverb.
And amongst the asphodel, you realize it is love.
I followed him into Hell willingly, because Lucifer makes Hell Heaven, and without him, Heaven is Hell. Never once have I regretted it, for what is Heaven without light? A cage.
“There is but one flower that grows in Hell” goes the old occult proverb.
And that, my dear, is love.
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