CHAPTER ONE
The First Light
Before there was time, there was only awareness.
No stars burned in the heavens. No worlds turned through the darkness. No oceans waited to reflect distant moons.
There was no beginning because nothing yet existed to measure one.
There was only silence.
A silence without breath. Without distance. Without echo.
Then the silence spoke.
"Let there be light."
The command did not travel through the emptiness as sound.
It became creation.
The void tightened around it. Darkness did not retreat—it transformed. A single point of radiance blossomed into countless streams of white fire, unfolding like an endless flower across the deep.
Light rushed outward where no direction had existed, and the emptiness shuddered with its first distinction.
Before. After. Darkness. Light.
From that light came thought. From thought came consciousness. From consciousness came the first of the Father's children.
Lucifer opened his eyes.
His first memory was warmth
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