Where does the War in Heaven, begin, however? We have begun the creation of all, the creation of Heaven, and the creation of Lucifer, and the creation of Michael, and the other angels. These are necessary elements to the tale, the wooden beams in the architecture, and the windows, and the residents. But how did the War begin? What began the fall of the third part of the stars by the dragon's tail? Where did it begin, the first sin of Lucifer, the first of pride? He knew he was greater, as he looked down upon the creation of all lesser angels, but at the first, he was like the rest: a humble servant of God, the elder brother of all the angels. We must not forget this, that they were all brothers from the very beginning, and we will discover the dilemma of Michael, who was charged with casting down the brother whom he had always looked up to for guidance and strength.
I begin with a quest. There are some quests which never end, which the angels still pursue to this day, something like "What is the holiest thing you may be able to say?"--you never reach the height of infinity. Then there are the quests which have an end somewhere in time, and this, a quest of Lucifer, was of this ilk. God had spoken of a sword whose blade was aflame, whose name was Adin, which was to be Lucifer's sword. It was to be discovered at the peak of Heaven's highest mountain, sheathed halfway in the stone of its summit, so that its figure was that of a cross. As all of God's quests, it revealed a mystery, and this was the mystery of the crucifix, which was not yet, and was yet to be.
The angel to his sword. Lucifer flew from his place beside God, and flew as if his wings were on fire. (That angels have wings is like saying that Heaven has mountains, if you must know.) The mountain, which was named Aladoss, was far indeed from the Seat of God. And the panorama of Heaven sped by underneath like a scroll unraveling from the heights of a cliff, all its arcane words blurring past as inklings uncatchable in the stream. For seven times seven days he flew without cease, until he glimpsed the peak of Aladoss, the height of which was staggering even to he, even to Lucifer, Heaven's greatest angel. As he approached, on the barest peripheries of his perception, he heard a song. Soft, lilting tones--he couldn't make out the words. He did not know where it was from. It seemed as if to come from beyond. And the massive, unearthly heights of Aladoss, whose base could overtake seven cities, whose peak was lost in a legend, grew, impossibly grew, greater and greater.