A rough draft intro to my new story "Renegade". Archangel Michael takes pity on a mortal who falls under Lucifer's guise to make her rich. Rebeling against god, and seeing her true innocence, becomes another Fallen Angel.



"So what brings you to my neck of the woods?" Lucifer said with a sly grin on his face. A long thin blade was gripped tightly in his pristine white hand; it shined among the ash that was hell's doorstep.
"It's quite simple, damned one. I'm here for the soul bargained for. You made a deal with God. The time has come." The archangel Michael said with a blank stare. His blessed sword remained sheathed by his side.
"What makes you think that the All-mighty Creator has say in this realm, my dear Michael? You may have cast me into this abyss, but this is my HOME. All the wretched souls contained within are in MY care now...never to see another blue sky, or feel an ounce of pleasure...now...Care for a rematch?" Lucifer unsheathed his sword, a black ichor oozing from it's rigid edge.
"I didn't come here to fight with you, heathen." Michael said with a cool voice. "I'm here to get the girl. Besides, If I kill you, I'd be the only Fallen One to man this shithole."
"Shithole? How could you call this 'aradise' a shithole?" Lucifer sneered through pursed lips. "I believe your so called God cast you out as well....So where do YOU call home?"
Michael's eyes burned with hatred, and the purest shade of blue shone from his eyes.
"Lets just get this over with..." Michael said with a charred voice.

Hell for one second, saw the sword of God shine...