One day this will end up a book, had a conversation with Zach and it reminded me I had written it for a class once -

“We will make war on heaven, I will dethrone God and will sit upon his throne,” Nimrod looked skyward and snickered.

“Many have tried, all have failed,” Lucifer turned to regard the man, his clawed feet gently clicking on the polished stone floor.

“Yes, many have failed, Nimrod, and your tone sounds much like another’s once did,” Raziel barely nodded towards Lucifer, his eyes seemed to burn at the sight – his hand quivered above the sword sheaved at his side.

“Failure, ha, I have not even tried, and when I truly assault the gates - they will fall,” Lucifer stepped closer to the angel, smiling a broad toothy grin.

As Raziel began to speak, Nimrod stood and strode forward.  Pushing between the two celestials he nodded toward them both.  “My friends, mankind will be their own god, we will be ruled only by myself, the greatest of men.”

Nimrod strode outside, Lucifer and Raziel at his sides.  The tower glistened in the sunlight, already it seamed to touch the sky, like a spear piercing the firmament itself.

Raziel smiled. It was rebellious. 

 

 It would be crushed, but the humans, the greatest and last creation, did inspire awe. 

 

“Perhaps,” mused Raziel, “mankind will tolerate no tyrant, its destiny is greater than we even see here.”

“Mankind will always be a slave to the strongest of men,” Nimrod laughed, “they are but cattle, and one will always be the herdsman.”

“Their nature is rebellious, but predictable, they will always be slaves to themselves and their desire,” Lucifer regarded Nimrod, “they will always be slaves to me.”

Raziel sighed, to see knights turned into pawns of kings, it churned his stomach.  They were noble, they were strong, and they were incredible.  They built ever upward, they never ceased, they persisted.  He knew they would fail in this goal, perhaps.  However, their minds burned like fire, and when they set that blaze upon the earth, encircling it, they would build mighty works.  They would accomplish much – they would leave.  They would go far beyond Nimrod, far beyond Lucifer.  Perhaps they would even grow to no longer need the angelic host.  Their destiny was the greatest of all, every action, every thought drove it forward.  It was no wonder all who watched them, from Heaven or Hell, watched with apprehension if not outright fear. 

“They are the future, their children, and their children’s children.  It is them who will inherit the Earth.  We are powerless to do anything but watch and dream of interfering,” Raziel gazed skyward as he spoke.   Nimrod and Lucifer both turned to rebuke him, it was then that the first bolt of lighting struck the tower, the first fire fell upon the workers, and the world of men was thrown into a confused mess of language and babble.

“An end or a beginning?”  Raziel unfurled his wings and took to the sky, uncertain where he intended to go.  Nimrod fell to his knees and wept, not for his dead men falling around him, but for his own self and pride.  Lucifer clicked his foreclaws together, forced a laugh, and left Nimrod’s side.