They say that immortality is a curse of course few humans will ever know if it is true or not, but if you sat down and asked the being that worked silently at the terminal in front of him if it was your answer would change based on the day or even the time. Luc’in was one of the oldest of the Angel Federation indeed he had been one of the original council, an architect of the society that came into existence as their race took the steps beyond flesh, no longer needing food for nourishment, instead the stars themselves could sustain them and yet now, now the wings of shimmering brilliance where gone, in their place stumps and technology, a replacement designed to keep him alive, so long as he remained within the walls of his residence and prison.
You see Luc’in was considered the great betrayer by the rest of his people and it mattered not that it was his research that had given them their immortality, it mattered not that he had worked tirelessly for countless millennia watching over younger races no all that mattered to the council that had meted out their punishment, the highest that they could was that he had broken the cardinal rules, he had interfered with a developing race not just once, but on many occasions and for that he had been exiled at first and when it became clear that he would not turn from his path, when the war began they clipped his wings and left him here in his laboratory alone. He could remember the look on Raf’el’s face the day that it had happened, the almost gloating triumph that his brother had projected, the parting words and then, nothing they had simply left him here to rot.
He took a slow breath as he looked at the list in front of him, his greatest works, and his greatest failures. He was the creator of the Warrior race, he had plucked the best candidates from their early genetic stock, taken them and moulded them aiming to create a race of enforcers his goal had been a noble one or so he had thought a new race that would prevent the watchers or angels from having to become involved in the policing of the younger races but in doing so he broke the edicts, solarium three’s primitive species was still developing, indeed multiple branches of possible outcomes existed and his plucking of the best had been unsanctioned. Then had come the watchers, he should have known better then to trust but his pride blinded him, they gave him the funding, the facilities to continue his work in exile, and from it he gave birth to the first warriors, Ad’Am, Ea’Ve, Lil’Th, Ca’En, Ab’El, Ker’An, Ra’Ea the original seven, his finest creations from which all other warriors are descendent, but he had not planned on the Watchers taking them, only two generations had been birthed when they did, and they turned what had been a race born to ensure peace, into a race born for war.
His transgressions may have been forgiven there, but it was not the last as the war grew ever worse as worlds burned and lives were thrown away like one might throw twigs onto a fire he had again taken stock from the same world and this time he committed the greatest sin of all, he mixed angelic genetic code with another race. Fal’en had been master pieces the perfect bridge between his own and the humans with potential to grow and become far more than Angels ever could be, but again he was found out, again his creation taken only this time it was his own people who took them exiling them across galaxies to keep them safe and out of the war and he had been punished to the highest level.
So now he sat and tinkered, for millennia he had worked, and his facility now was filled with the offshoots of the work, alone no one had cared what he created, and he looked at the figure within the tube before him and smiled.. His final attempt, only time would tell if this one was perfect, but time was at last not on his side for the equipment that sustained him was failing and soon twilight would descend on the creature that humanity had come to call in its myth and legends Lucifer.