there's a storm building.

he can feel the pressure rising in the air. it's like static building in his coat, electricity pulsing through his veins. it makes him feel invigorated - alive. a smug grin curls the edges of his lips, mane falling carelessly around chiseled features - bright eyes burning with a maddened light.

this must be what lucifer felt like just before his fall. if uri could see himself right now, he'd recognize the look on his face as the same one his brother wore before he was cast out of the kingdom. of course, being thrown out didn't stop him from becoming a king in his own right, did it?

although uri's not certain if that really counts, given he was given that particular kingdom as a punishment for his uprising... the beast's smug smile turns cruel at the memory. he, too, had been kicked out, though for nothing like his brother's uprising. no, he'd been full of faith then.

a good little soldier.

a perfect, obedient son.

that was, of course, before he saw the flaws and the hypocrisy - before he learned that his father was fallible. the night he left, stars were falling overhead, just as they had done when lucifer and his compatriots had been banished. it was all too fitting, a storm building to match the burning in his veins.

just like now.

at long last, he is outside the reach of his father's empire, on his way to new lands - that cruel grin and those maddened eyes making him look more like the fallen favorite than the father they have the misfortune of sharing. he wonders if darling michael is still a steadfast presence at their father's side.

if he is still the perfect soldier, the perfect son.

the heir apparent, favored beyond even lucifer.

the storm breaks, the stars fall, and 'uriy'el laughs.