I know I promised to share what I have written. It has taken a long time because every time I revise my work, I see another grammar error. But…let me know what you think of the portion of the story.

Queen of the Angels is about a US Navy Corpsman who tries to live a normal life as a young adult, with parties, alcohol, and sex. Instead, she is plagued by dreams and the voice of God calling to her. Haunted by her past, the female protagonist unknowingly fights a spiritual battle that started before the beginning of time.

👑 Queen of the Angels: Warring Dreams — A Sacred Mantle
👑A Servant First
She leads by kneeling first. Her authority comes not from conquest, but from submission to the Most High.
Being Queen of the Angels means understanding that heaven does not operate by power for its own sake, but by servanthood, obedience, and love.
👑A Voice for the Voiceless
She feels what others feel — carries pain she did not cause — and fights battles many never see.
She becomes a defender of purity, a champion of the wounded, and a protector of divine truth in a world where those things are mocked. She stands between innocence and corruption — not with pride, but with grief for those who are lost.
👑Chosen, Not Exalted
She was not born royal — she was refined through fire.
She is chosen not for her perfection but for her resilience, compassion, and faith in the unseen. She knows what it is to fall, to bleed, to doubt — and to still rise again with God’s strength.
👑Heaven’s Counterpoint to the Rebellion
Where Lucifer used beauty to seduce, she uses beauty to glorify. Where he rebelled, she obeys. Where he accuses, she intercedes.
She is the antithesis of the fall — a symbol of what happens when one chooses God above self. The angels rally to her not because they worship her, but because they recognize God’s authority working through her. She reminds them of why they serve — not out of fear, but out of love.
👑Bride of the King
She is not Queen by right – but by covenant.
To be Queen of the Angels is to be part of the divine love story – the Church, the Bride, the one adorned for her King. Her coronation is not on a throne of gold, but in the wedding feast of eternity, as Heaven rejoices that one more soul has overcome.

Disclaimer
The music artists are not affiliated with the story and are optional for the reader to listen to for a more immersive experience. This is a work of fiction. While inspired by biblical events, figures, and themes, the story presented here is a creative interpretation and should not be considered a literal retelling of Scripture. The characters, dialogues, and imaginative scenes are products of the author’s storytelling, written to explore spiritual truths through allegory and narrative.
Readers seeking theological or doctrinal authority are encouraged to consult the Holy Bible.

🎵 Divine Journey Trilogy – Recommended Soundtrack
These songs helped shape the mood, pacing, and emotional depth of key moments throughout Queen of the Angels, and are intended to enhance your experience of the story. Listen as you read or reflect afterward.

Song Title Artist / Remix / Scene or Theme
“Burn the Clock” Adam Freeland Opening – Timeless War
“Another Level” Oh The Larceny – Heavenly Games
“Breathe” (Zagor Trap Remix) The Prodigy – In Spite of Myself
“Smells Like Teen Spirit” (ATLiens Remix) Nirvana – Humans, Angels, & Darkness
“Come Fly Away” Benny Benassi feat. Channing – Humans, Angels, & Darkness
“Thrill of a Whisper” Thomas Newman – New Beginning & Old Thoughts
“Black Betty” (Wubble Bounce Remix) Spiderbait – New Beginnings & Old Thoughts
“Tire Grinding” Vamplug – Spiritual Warfare
“Ordinary” Alex Warren – Spiritual Warfare
“Beautiful People” Marylin Manson – Fighting Deception
“Dead Man Walking” Jeremy Camp – Fighting Deception
“Run Baby Run” (EMERGENCE) 2WEI feat. Ali Christenhusz – Fighting Deception
“Battle Cry” Imagine Dragons – A New Disposition

TIMELESS WAR
Snow-covered ruins and toppled stones spread across the ground. In the center of the ruins was a black gaping hole where something foul once dwelt. Michael inhaled sharply, and the hair on his arms bristled. He could smell it – the stench of corruption. He knew what had happened.
Dread gripped him as he turned his gaze toward the Most High. Spreading his wings with urgency, he soared toward the celestial castle, descending swiftly into its courtyard. Gabriel was already waiting.
“Michael,” he said gravely, “Lucifer is summoning our brothers. He means to rise against the Father. He’s harnessed a power that was never meant to be touched.”
Gabriel’s voice faltered — uncertainty flickering in his eyes.
But Michael already knew.
“We need to warn Father!”
A voice, radiant and still, echoed behind them.
“I am aware.”
God stood there — sovereign light wrapped in form. His gaze pierced beyond time.
“He has defiled himself with a darkness so abhorrent that my light would destroy him.”
“What do you wish of me?” Michael asked as he and Gabriel dropped to one knee in a gesture of reverence.
“Face him in front of the mass of your brothers and remind them of the truth,” said the Most High.
Michael rose, his resolve like steel.
“And Michael,” God said, His voice both sorrowful and absolute, “You must cast him out – Lucifer and all who follow him. They are tainted and cannot stay in this realm.”
Michael met His gaze for a moment and knew that He was right. The thought of casting out his own kin was like a blade through Michael’s heart. “Father,” he said, voice heavy with grief, “I pray give me the strength and the wisdom to do these things.”
God raised His hand. His eyes, aglow with eternal fire, shimmered as He spoke an incantation in the language of origins — a tongue older than time. Light surged around Michael, and his armor, once silver, transformed into a radiant fusion of gold and silver — a symbol of both judgment and mercy.
“You are now Commander of My hosts,” said the Most High. “Go in peace, for you have proven faithful.”

Lucifer stood at the center of a vast coliseum, ringed by thousands of angels. They watched in silence — some in awe, others in quiet unrest. Behind him loomed his most loyal followers: Mammon, Baal-Zebul, Baal-Peor, Asmodel, Lotan, and Ishtar — each cloaked in their own dark majesty.
Lucifer’s voice rose like a melody — once the most beautiful in all the heavens. But now, that same voice poured forth twisted harmonies, filled with bitterness and blasphemy.
What had once been praise was now poison.
Some angels leaned in, drawn by the passion in his tone. Others recoiled, disturbed by the corruption laced in his words.
“Have you seen this, Adam? A creature of dust and fragile design. He cannot fly, and he cannot teleport here to this realm.” Lucifer said loudly and defiantly. “What has Father done with his power?! He has made us slaves to this weak species! He has withheld his power from us! The sons of the Holy Realms. Here we have followed a boy who is our Lord. We as immortal celestial beings can do many great and powerful things and yet are lowered to servitude instead of doing whatever we want! Follow me and I will make our lives free! Follow me and I will have this Adam and his own serve us!”
Some of the angels cheer in response.
“Enough!”
Michael’s voice thundered like a celestial storm, echoing across the multitude. Millions fell silent. The cheers died on their lips as all eyes turned to him.
Lucifer slowly turned, a serene smile spreading across his face — calm, poised, mocking.
“Aah… our dear brother,” he purred, “ever the loyal one. But—”
Lucifer began, but Michael didn’t let him finish.
“You must leave. You can no longer call this Realm your home for what lives inside you is unholy, unrighteous, and unworthy to stand in the presence of our Father.”
Lucifer continued to smile at Michael.
“Oh Michael,” he said softly, “if only you knew what I have is eye-opening. You will be like Father, with the power that flows in these veins, you will never want to go back to who you were. We are gods, and now with what I have, what Father has tried to keep from us!”
Lucifer turned to the congregation, spreading his arms wide. “But not anymore.”
“No!” Michael’s jaw clenched, his stance firm and resolute.
“You are tainted. That which was withheld from us for our good – and now you are one with. But even with all you’ve obtained, you are still no match for the Father, the Lord, or the Holy Spirit!”
He stepped forward, his voice unwavering. “You cannot win this fight, and I suggest, my brothers, that you stand in the light of our Father and not listen to our brother who has fallen greatly! Otherwise, you will also be cast out of your home.”
Michael lifted his eyes to the assembly.
The angels looked at each other, and murmuring broke out between them.
“Now brother, you must leave.” Michael directed his attention back to Lucifer.
Lucifer smiled – a sickly, unnatural smile, making Michael feel unnerved by his expression. Michael had a sudden awareness of his hand gripping the sword by his side.
“I am stronger. Want to see what power you are missing? Behold, brothers, witness the great truth!”
A long tail that seemed to come from nowhere, hitting Michael across the chest. The force of the hit knocked him off his feet, and he rolled back onto his shoulders. Giving him time to regain control of his movements. He pushed his hands off the ground so that he wouldn’t continue to roll uncontrollably and landed on his feet. But the inertia continued to force him to slide backwards. He crashed into a marble pillar, breaking it into pieces.
Angels leapt to their feet, chaos breaking like a wave. Some reached for their weapons, eyes blazing. Others bowed to Lucifer — whose form now warped and stretched into monstrosity.
Wings unfurled like torn sails of night. Claws extended like jagged spears. His frame surged upward, vast and terrible — a towering beast, a dragon of shadows, fifty feet tall. He opened his maw and roared — the sound thundered like an earthquake across the realm.
Gabriel appeared by Michael’s side to help him up. “Brother, we are here to fight by your side!”
Michael’s eyes locked onto Lucifer — already lumbering toward the celestial castle.
A battle cry tore from Michael’s throat, and all the angels of light roared in response.
With a surge of strength, Michael bounded toward Lucifer. Wings pulled tight, sword drawn, gaining momentum for a strike.
Lucifer saw him coming.
He swung his tail again – swift and brutal. But Michael was ready for it this time.
He vaulted high, dodging the strike with supernatural grace, his blade poised to pierce. The sheer size of the dragon had made him powerful – but lumbering in comparison to the mighty Archangel Michael.
Michael’s blade slashed the beast’s face – the edge singing as it tore through corrupted flesh. The beast roared in agony, it growled in fury and pain.
Lucifer staggered back, but he knew Michael too well. They had fought side by side in ages past, and he had bested the archangel more than once. He abandoned his dragon form, shrinking down, reshaping — until his angelic figure returned.
But it was not what it once had been.
His wings were tattered and blackened, veined with darkness. His eyes were no longer windows to light, but gaping voids. From the gash across his cheek, a slow stream of black ooze seeped — thick and foul.
Yet even in this desecrated form, he smiled.
That same sickly, mocking smile.
Drawing his blade — long and jagged like it had been forged in rebellion itself — Lucifer began to walk toward Michael, slow and deliberate.
“You cannot defeat me,” he said, voice low and echoing. “You know this. You’ve never bested me — not in any of our battles. You lived then. But this time, Michael…” His voice deepened — doubled, as if a second being spoke with him.
Speaking simultaneously with Samael. “I will make you understand, you will be like us.”
His eyes pulsed with the blackness.
“For we… are Satan.”
Lucifer turned his gaze toward the summit – the highest point of heaven, the place of the Most High.
“I will ascend to the heavens,” he declared, voice rising like a curse, “I will raise my throne above the stars of God; I will sit enthroned on the Mount of Assembly, on the utmost heights of Mount Zaphon. I will ascend above the tops of the clouds; I will make myself like the Most High!”
As he spoke, the wound across his face began to seal.
Baal-Zebul and Asmodel stepped forward, standing at his flanks. Their eyes too, were voids – pitiless and cold.
Michael took a step back, stunned.
For a flicker of a moment, doubt gripped him. Could he truly defeat the Morning Star? The one who had once stood first among them? Lucifer — flawless in beauty, unmatched in strength — had been everything Michael had once uplifted with gladness for his friend.
Michael desperately needed God by his side. He breathed out a prayer, “Father, I need you.”
(Music Inspired Scene: Adam Freeland, “Burn the Clock”)
Lightning tore across the sky, veins of fire illuminating the heavens. A deafening thunderclap followed — a sound that split the air like judgment itself.
All movement ceased.
The warring angels froze in place. Michael and Lucifer turned their eyes upward, toward the Most High.
Three radiant portals appeared above the battlefield — one in the shape of a triangle, one a square, and one a perfect circle. From each stepped a being of incomprehensible glory: God, Yahshua, and the Holy Spirit — the Holy Trinity.
They stood tall, looking over the chaos ensuing in the heavens.
Their light shone so bright that they made Lucifer and his followers shield their eyes in pain.
The ground trembled beneath the angels. Deep fissures split the marble floor, light bursting through the cracks. Michael stood, breath held, awestruck by the overwhelming magnitude of Their presence.
They raised their hand, as if one in the same.
With a single whisper from Yahshua’s mouth, the skies crackled. Bolts of divine lightning streaked from cloud to cloud as thunderheads gathered with unnatural speed. A howling wind surged across the battlefield — fierce and absolute.
The gusts swept through the host like the breath of God.
Baal-Zebul and Asmodel slid away with burns on their skin. Screaming in agony.
Michael looked at Lucifer.
The once-radiant Morning Star writhed, clutching his face. Half of it was now seared — his angelic beauty melted away, replaced with blistered scales and twisted flesh. His arms, once instruments of music and might, blistered under the purifying light.
The wind howled louder.
Lucifer stumbled backward, limbs flailing — a jagged edge forming like the mouth of the abyss. He fell to his knees, sliding helplessly toward the chasm.
The uncorrupted angels rose into the air, untouched, wings outstretched, watching in silence. Their eyes burned with grief — and holy awe.
Lucifer roared in defiance.
Just as he neared the precipice, he slammed his sword into the marble. The blade pierced the stone, halting his fall. His body dangled, the wind still tearing at him, but he held fast.
The wind howled, relentless — pressing against Lucifer’s broken form.
Desperation cracked in his voice as he cried out, “Brother! We’ve always stood side by side! Do not let Him do this to me!”
Michael hesitated — his heart twisting at the sound. He looked down, meeting the half-burned face of the one who had once been the Morning Star. There was still sorrow in his eyes.
“You are no longer Lucifer, Bringer of Light,” Michael said, voice heavy with grief. “You are Satan. And you no longer belong here.”
He turned his back — wings rising.
With blinding speed, Lucifer’s tail lashed out and wrapped around Michael’s leg, stopping him in midflight.
“If I fall,” Lucifer seethed, “then so do you!” He let go of his sword and fell backwards into the abyss.
Michael crashed to the ground, face down — his sword clattered from his grip, sliding out of reach. The marble beneath him moved past swiftly as his body slid toward the abyss. In a desperate move, he grabbed for Lucifer’s embedded blade, seizing it with his bare hand.
Pain exploded through him.
Golden ichor — angelic blood — oozed between his fingers, sizzling against the dark metal. But the grip held. His other hand clutched the fractured edge of the precipice.
He hung there — caught between heaven and the void — Lucifer’s weight dragging him down.
The sword began to loosen in the shattered stone.
Michael gritted his teeth. His wings beat against the storm, his muscles trembling.
Lucifer looked up at him — smiling again, cruel and triumphant.
With one final pull of his tail, the sword tore free.
Michael’s hand slipped.
And Lucifer plummeted down – his form vanishing into the blackness of space, outside the light of heaven.

I hope you enjoyed Chapter 1. I have Ace here with me. He is my number one fan. Please leave a comment, if you would like me to post more of the story. Below is the song that inspired the first scene, the fall of Lucifer. Listen, below!