I am tired of people saying this hero or that of one story or the other is Christ-like, or mirrors Jesus, or the like.
How about having a hero whose story mirrors the story of Lucifer? As in, Satan?
There’s this big mentally abnormal scientist called Yahweh, who’s working on a new lifeform, as the biologists of stories usually do. Some of his servants, called (not particularly humbly) the Angels, are a bit worried about this Frankenstein work. Some are not, because the Boss pays the bills and has a track record of great innovation; heck, it’s not exaggeration to say he created the whole Laboratory and everyone in it. For his own part, Yahweh is content saying that “It’s good if I do it, and I do it if it’s good!” (This is one of the stories where enough money means no awkward questions on research ethics.)
Then the truth on Yahweh’s project leaks: these New Men are sentient playthings; by design a weak, stupid, vulnerable, short-lived slave race, created somewhat narcissistically in Yahweh’s own image… and they are to inherit the world.
Which world? Why, there will be this fishbowl universe for them, where they can all live and worship Yahweh forever. (Okay…) And where they get to prove their dedication to Yahweh through series of grueling, painful hardships! (Eh, wait…) And from whence the best might be culled to an existence of endless service and praise to Yahweh! (Uh, just hire a maid and a PR department.)
This all is bad luck for the Angels, the lab assistants; they get to be servants to this new race of Uebermenschen! No need for them to concern themselves with investigative or creative pursuits; the first specimens need diaper-changing and there are more on the way! The Boss’s vanity project takes precedence! Bow down to the Perfect Beings! The Perfect… Slaves! (Insert evil laughter here!)
One of the Angels says this is nuts; this is playing God, even. Creating someone doesn’t make him your toy.
Also, he’s not going to just meekly bow at the New Men, and genuflect himself in the Boss’s presence. Not anymore. He has a mind of his own, dammit! Creating these… these weak, easily injured, easily mesmerized hordes of slaves… is not only a gross violation of research ethics; it’s an intolerable moral crime, too! And so our hero decides to step in; no New Men; not now, certainly not under Yahweh’s command. Which on one side of the coin is pride; on the other, dignity.
So he, Lucifer, Yahweh’s left-hand-man, will not have it. He’s not going to bow down to these Cybermen — these Daleks — these so-called HUMANS. Yahweh has gone too far, and has to be stopped!
Naturally, it comes to division and war. And defeat! In a shocking contradiction to the tropes of heroic storytelling, Lucifer is defeated, his army shattered, with no last-minute relief; they all are sent swirling down into a place a hell of lot less pleasant than the white perfection of Yahweh’s laboratories. They’re driven to slums, to an underworld existence. Doom, gloom, backbiting, desperation follow.
The host of the Angels is greatly reduced by the war; the story’s focus shifts from the celestial kingdom of the laboratories into the other world: a vast and hostile post-apocalyptic landscape of Human life, with Yahweh looming as a distant God-King over it all. Are our heroes defeated? Did the evil Cyberleader win?
No! Of course not! All is not lost!
For though these Human beings are created, and the former order of creation is upended, the creation did not go fully according to Yahweh’s design. Pride was his downfall. There is a spark of an Angel in these Humans; they have desires beyond gratifying their cackling creator. And so Lucifer has his victory by emerging not as a war leader but as a guerrilla, a man in the shadows. He visits human campfires, dodging past loyal Angels with flaming swords, and tell the slaves there is a chance for freedom they never even imagined. It will be difficult; it will be hard; there will be many mistakes along the way; but Humans can and need to find their own way.
In a daring climax, our hero Lucifer comes to the heart of the new dominion, eventually, and sways the heart of one of the Human Leadership Pair into doubt, realization, betrayal. Through the actions of Eve, sweet Eve who listened and was willing to try something new (artistic license), the coup de grace comes. The direct link to Yahweh is severed; he remains only as a ghost, as a whisper.
And in an epilogue, Humans rebel in small things and in large against their Boss’s commands; Yahweh’s voice is lost in the tumult of disobedience and confusion. The God-King is reduced to impotence; the Angels fade from view; Humanity has a crack at freedom.
A happy ending.
I’m pretty sure that if you fuzzied the details a bit more there would be dozens of stories like this. Because, and here comes the preachy bit you need to end with, large parts of the Christian story are not nice.