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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 5) Chapter Six

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Teen! Reader

Chapter Six: You’re Supposed to be the Demon on My Shoulder, not the Angel

Summary: Lucifer tries to make things up to (Y/N), and Michael returns for round two.

Em really shouldn’t have been surprised to walk into the penthouse to find people fighting at this point. Between all the incidents over the years, the penthouse had seen a lot of damage and fights, physical or not. This one happened to be on the physical side.

That being said, Em was surprised. It was Maze and Lucifer going back and forth. Lucifer was obviously confused, but Maze had a look of pure anger as she slashed at him with her demon blades.

I wish (Y/N) was here. They’d know how to approach this, thought Em.

Instead, (Y/N) was hitching a ride with Leon to the craft store for fabric for a new project (for homecoming, which is why Em had come back to the penthouse. They thought they’d get a moment to prepare to try to ask (Y/N) more formally to the dance. Alas, it was not to be with another mess going on. She’d have to try again.)

“Maze!” Lucifer managed to grab her and pin her down. “I’m not Michael. It’s me. Lucifer.”

“Oh.” Maze reached up, and Lucifer relaxed. She grabbed him and headbutted him.

Lucifer reeled back, and Em rushed in. Maze tried to hit Lucifer again, but Em moved between and blocked. Maze paused at the sight of the younger demon and backed off. Groaning, Lucifer wiggled his nose to make sure it was alright.

“Wait, would you rather I was Michael?” said Lucifer incredulously.

“Either,” hissed Maze.

“You knew?” said Em, frowning. “About him?”

“I saw him briefly,” admitted Maze.

Em lunged, and it was Lucifer’s turn to hold them back from attacking. “He hurt (Y/N), you crazy demon!” shouted Em.

“I don’t like Michael, either!” said Maze, equally angry. “He left me in a closet. But he—” Maze glared at Lucifer “—he left me, left us, to go to Hell.” She nearly growled. “You left me!”

“No, no, I didn’t, Mazikeen,” said Lucifer, letting go of Em as she calmed. “You’re not my servant anymore. By all means, you’re welcome to join me.”

“Em and I don’t have wings, you idiot!” spat Maze.

“Well, Amenadiel does, why didn’t you ask him?” grumbled Lucifer.

Maze stared at Lucifer, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill in her anger. Deciding she wasn’t sure what to say, she walked forward and shoulder-checked Lucifer.

“Look, I’m really trying to listen, so if you’re telling me that you’d like to stab me, then…” Lucifer opened up his arms. “Go ahead. I need to prepare for (Y/N) getting home. I’m making plans with them.”

Em decided to reschedule their plans to ask (Y/N) to homecoming. They needed a moment with their dad more than they needed someone to ask them to a dance right now. Plus…Em was nervous about asking them. What if (Y/N) said no? They hadn’t last time, but what if they asked if it was as more than friends? Would Em say yes? Would she say no? What would get a good answer from (Y/N)?

To be frank: Em was terrified.

Maze’s next words broke them out of her thoughts. “You seriously have no clue what you did.” She spun on her heel and left.

Lucifer let out a sigh. “Well, at least (Y/N) didn’t react like that.”

“That’s just because they didn’t have a knife on them,” said Em. “And you didn’t see what Michael got when he tried to be you and came back to the penthouse.”

Lucifer shivered. “From what I heard, he also earned quite a scar, so I’m quite glad I was not on the receiving end of (Y/N)’s wrath.”

“You still might be. Your return shocked them to tears, but they’ve recovered their wits. Anger’s next,” said Em jovially, knowing (Y/N)’s habits very well.

Lucifer sighed. “First the Detective’s wrath, then Mazikeen’s, and now (Y/N)’s. What joy.”

“What’s wrong with the Detective?” asked Em.

“She found out about being a gift from God.” Lucifer waved a hand. “She needs, as (Y/N) would say, time to process…Hopefully.” He shook his head. “(Y/N) is my priority. I need to make sure they’re alright.”

“They’ll be arriving home soon,” said Em. “Do you want me to give you two some time?”

“That won’t be necessary,” said Lucifer. “I’m taking them out to a fashion show.”

Not a bad plan. “Good luck with them,” said Em, heading towards the stairs.

“Emeranne,” called Lucifer. She paused and looked back. “Did you and Mazikeen truly wish to return to Hell?”

“…Maybe Maze did. I’m not sure,” said Em. “But I didn’t. I’m happy here.” With Leon, Marcel, Olive, Noa. With (Y/N). I wouldn’t leave it for the world.

“Hello, (Y/N),” said Lucifer, smiling as (Y/N) came in and put down their shopping bags.

“You’re still here?” said (Y/N), cautious, wary about getting closer.

“I said I would be for a bit, yes,” said Lucifer, nodding.

“Okay,” said (Y/N), but their shoulders relaxed at the knowledge. That was nice.

“I was thinking that maybe you’d want to go out tonight?” suggested Lucifer.

“I don’t know, I just gone done getting interrogated by my friends,” said (Y/N). “They all surprised me in the car and insisted I explain why I snapped them a photo of myself beaten up last night, so then I had to go over the Michael Problem, so now I’m exhausted.”

“Ah…” Lucifer cleared his throat. “Well, this isn’t a terribly energy-consuming activity. It’s a fashion show.”

(Y/N) perked up. “Wait…really?”

Inwardly, Lucifer prided himself in knowing that (Y/N) would enjoy this. It was a step in the right direction, and it was a way to make sure they knew he cared. He had said the words, now the actions had to show it.

“…I guess we can go,” said (Y/N).

They had no idea how much those few, nonchalant words made Lucifer brighten with hope and love.

(Y/N) and Lucifer watched the procession of clothing go by. The fashion show was closing, so the models were all going down showing the highlights of it once more.

“I think these were quite nice, even if not my style,” said Lucifer (he had, of course, chosen a showing by a designer that had a more alternative look on fashion since that was what (Y/N) preferred).

“I really liked the color pairings,” agreed (Y/N). “Ordinarily, a lot of those combinations would be clashing, but with the fabrics, they work well together.”

Lucifer didn’t understand all of that (he had a tailor for that reason), but he nodded in support of (Y/N). “How is your own work going? I suspect you made those pants, didn’t you?”

(Y/N) looked down at their pants with the holes stitched over with patches that conspicuously depicted angels and demons. “I had torn them, so I fixed them up, yeah.” They clapped as the designer came out and bowed. “I don’t have time for a lot of creations for myself right now. I’m doing homecoming outfits for myself and my friends, and that’s already on top of my senior project.”

Lucifer winced. Right. (Y/N) was a senior. A young one, yes, because of when they were born, but they were reaching another milestone for humans. And Lucifer would be leaving them again.

His heart ached.

“What is your senior project?” asked Lucifer, trying to push aside his sadness and focus on the time he had with (Y/N).

“A fashion show,” said (Y/N).

They looked down and fiddled with the ends of their sleeves, their telltale sign of anxiety. Lucifer would never forget that. He reached out and touched their hand supportively.

“I think that’s lovely. No one could do it but you,” said Lucifer.

(Y/N) felt themself relax at the support of their dad. They looked at him. “It’s silly to some people, but I applied to several schools for fashion design, and this show as a senior project will be a chance to really show them what I’m made of.”

“I believe you’ll blow them away,” said Lucifer, smiling.

(Y/N) glanced at him nervously. “You think so?” They were so confident in themself in other areas of their life—with celestials, demons, and all of that, it was easy to just be straightforward and deal with things—but the things they really cared about, the parts of themself that regular humans judged…that was tough.

“Absolutely,” said Lucifer. “And I don’t lie.”

(Y/N) let themself grin. “I can’t wait to show you.”

“I would like to see,” said Lucifer. But I don’t know when I’ll have to return to Hell.

The unspoken words rested in (Y/N) and Lucifer’s minds.

(Y/N) cleared their throat and continued, trying not to get choked up by anger or sadness. If they only had a limited amount of time left with their dad, then they had to take advantage of it. They couldn’t be stupid.

“Leon is writing a novel for his project,” said (Y/N), deciding to fill Lucifer in on what he’d missed in their life and to distract themself. “Noa is working with a bunch of parks across the city to help the indigenous plant-life regrow and survive. Olive is studying martial arts and developing a program to teach women or at-risk minorities. Marcel is composing.”

“A varied group,” said Lucifer, chuckling.

“We’re all hoping to help people,” said (Y/N) excitedly. “My goal is to have clothes that people can actually afford and will last, Noa wants to transition into also helping communities have fresh fruit and vegetables regularly, Olive is all about empowerment, and Marcel wants to inspire more people to create and work with them to produce music so more people have their voices lifted.”

“And what about Emeranne?” asked Lucifer.

(Y/N) coughed and ducked their head. Lucifer blinked as he saw their cheeks warm. That was something he had never seen before.

“They’re, well, they’re my model,” said (Y/N). “She thinks doing all the human stuff is silly, but they help me a lot. They really support me.”

Ah. So Emeranne’s loyalty is with (Y/N). Lucifer cocked his head. Interesting. If this was what he suspected, he’d be pleased. No one would ever be good enough for his child, but a non-human that clearly had strength and supported them wouldn’t be a terrible choice.

“I’m glad you’re doing well,” said Lucifer.

“I mean, it’s been hard to find inspiration. I’ve been really struggling,” said (Y/N). “But I actually—I actually designed some pieces I liked today. I guess having you back is nice.” The “I guess” part was an understatement, but (Y/N) was attempting to be vulnerable. It definitely wasn’t their favorite thing, but they loved their dad.

“I’m glad to be here,” said Lucifer, gaze softening. He loved his kid.

“Hey, Birdie, Boss,” said Em as Lucifer and (Y/N) walked back into the penthouse. “How was the show?”

“It was really good,” said (Y/N), smiling at Em.

The demon grinned back, but their motivation was due to (Y/N) and Lucifer’s relaxed body language together. Clearly, the time together was helping them. Em was happy for (Y/N).

“We had a nice time,” said Lucifer, looking fondly at (Y/N).

Woosh!

“How sickeningly sweet,” sneered a familiar southern drawl.

Lucifer sighed, Em tensed, and (Y/N) groaned. They turned, and, sure enough, it was Michael standing in the penthouse.

“Michael,” said Lucifer, his previous joy and softness changing to cold wariness. He refused to let down his guard after (Y/N) got injured by Michael. “I was wondering when you’d show our face again.” He looked at the nasty cut across Michael’s face. “Though, thankfully, mine is far better-looking than yours now.” Lucifer wasn’t against scars in many people, but he thought Michael was ugly inside and out, so there.

Em moved a little in front of (Y/N). It wouldn’t really do anything, and, actually, (Y/N) had stronger abilities than her, but they refused to leave (Y/N) unprotected. They had to protect them.

“Welcome home,” sneered Michael. “I have your brat to thank.”

“Remind me to raise their allowance,” said Lucifer to Em.

“I’ll take the money now, if you have it,” said (Y/N).

Michael’s eyebrow twitched. Losing the attention, he was frustrated. “How’d you like the mess I made, Samael?”

“ ‘Samael?’ ” repeated (Y/N).

“An old name,” said Lucifer, rolling his eyes. “Trying to get under my skin, brother? It will take more than that.”

Michael grinned. “Well, I did do a lot of work turning your life upside down.”

“I think that backfired,” said (Y/N), narrowing their eyes on his scar.

“Birdie, let’s not antagonize anyone,” murmured Em.

“You’re supposed to be the demon on my shoulder, not the angel,” huffed (Y/N).

“You did turn up, Samael,” said Michael. “So I’d say I succeeded in my goal. Do you wonder why I’m doing all this?”

“Not particularly,” said Lucifer.

“You Celestials are always up to shit for stupid reasons,” said (Y/N), shrugging.

“We just deal with the problems as they come,” said Em.

“Oh, right, because you’re so above all of this,” scoffed Michael. “You, brat, are the one with so much wrath you gave me a scar.”

“It was self-defense,” said (Y/N) coldly. “As far as I’m concerned, you earned it.”

“I’ll give you another one if you even take a step towards them,” said Em immediately as they saw Michael’s eyes narrow.

“You think you’re all so cool,” said Michael, sneering.

“Well, isn’t that what this is all about?” said Lucifer, diverting attention back to himself. “You turning my life upside-down actually means you had to act like me, and, as (Y/N) proved, it didn’t turn out too well.” He was incredibly proud of them for what they’d done to Michael (and also a bit intimidated since that sort of power hadn’t been displayed by (Y/N) in front of him).

“It worked enough to get you’re here, didn’t it?” snapped Michael.

Lucifer rolled his eyes and looked at (Y/N) and Em. “It’s the only trick he ever pulled. All our lives he wanted everyone to think that he was the cleverer one, the big brain, but…it’s only ever been about me, about trying to be me. He always thought too small.”

“Not like you, right?” retorted Michael. “Lucifer the rebel, deciding you can do a better job than Dad? You know, I wonder how you got that idea into your head in the first place.”

Lucifer chuckled. “So that’s your play, is it? Taking credit for my failed rebellion? By all means, it’s yours.”

“Now, you see, that is the best part,” said Michael. “All I did was plant the idea. You’re the one who chose to do it. You still get to keep all the blame yourself.”

Lucifer’s jaw tensed, and (Y/N) furrowed their brow as Michael got under his skin. Oh, Hell no. He’s not doing that to Lucifer.

“Your lies are so tedious, Michael,” said Lucifer, but it wasn’t as forceful as other statements had been.

“Not as tedious as your denial,” said Michael, stepping forward. “’Cause I’m not lying now, brother, and I think, deep down, you’re realizing that.”

“No,” said Luicfer.

“How about something more recent, then?” said Michael. “All it took was a couple whispers and coincidence here and there, and Lucifer’s endless self-absorption made him so easy to manipulate that it even ended up with him on vacation here on Earth.”

“Why?” said Lucifer.

“Why?” Michael sneered. “Because all our lives, you thought that you were better than me. The great Lucifer Morningstar. But you’re not, are you? You’re just Samael. You’re just unworthy.”

(Y/N)’s heart flamed with fury as they saw Lucifer’s glaze with the slightest hint of tears. “Shut up, Michael. You have no idea what you’re talking about. You’re grasping at straws to play our fears. But they’re just that—fears. They don’t mean anything in reality.” (Y/N) held their head high and took Lucifer’s hand. “This is my dad. I know him better than you do. And he’s not self-absorbed. He has problems, sure, and a terrible ego, but he cares about his friends and family. He is better than you, in every way. It’s you who can’t stand the truth. That’s why you’re trying to hurt him. Your fears are the only ones coming true.”

Lucifer, Michael, and Em stared at (Y/N). They had spoken so confidently, so straightforwardly. At their speech, Lucifer and Em couldn’t help but be filled with assurance that everything they spoke was true, and Michael found that his own words wilted in comparison.

Lucifer smiled, finding strength in (Y/N)’s assurance and fortitude. He squeezed his kid’s hand. “I think they’ve hit the nail on the head, don’t you, Michael?” He smiled at (Y/N). “My child is ever so clever.”

“They’re just good at twisting words,” sneered Michael.

“They are, but that’s not what they’re doing,” said Em, stepping forward. “They told the truth. You’re not winning anything trying to get under Lucifer or Birdie’s skin. Just leave.”

“And preferably don’t come back,” said (Y/N).

Michael gritted his teeth. “This isn’t over.” He extended his wings, beat them once, and disappeared.

“Your family is the worst, Dad,” sighed (Y/N).

Lucifer smiled. “Luckily, you’re a much better person than they are, (Y/N).”

“And now you’re 2-0 versus Michael,” said Em. They frowned. “What does he expect to happen in a third round?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “He thinks this is him versus my dad.”

“I’d prefer if it was,” said Lucifer. He squeezed (Y/N)’s shoulder. “You shouldn’t be involved with this.”

“That’s what I’m always thinking, but then here I am,” said (Y/N) brightly. “I’ve dealt with Biblical people, demons, and even angels now. Last person to take on in an argument is God.”

“Please don’t,” said Lucifer.

“Actually, I’d really like to see what would happen with that,” said Em.

“Don’t encourage them,” said Lucifer.

“There’s the demon on my shoulder!” said (Y/N), laughing.

Lucifer groaned. “Please go to be before you get any more terrible ideas.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Dad,” said (Y/N), waving their hand and walking off.

Lucifer sincerely hoped that (Y/N) didn’t ever have to deal with his Father when it came to any sort of drama, but that concern was overwhelmed with the joy of being called “Dad” again. He was a sucker for his kid, the person he loved more than any other on Earth.

“Hey, um, Birdie?” said Em, entering (Y/N)’s room after getting ready for bed.

“Yeah?” said (Y/N), looking up from where they were hunched over sketchbooks in their PJs.

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” said Em.

“What is it? Are you still worried about Michael?” asked (Y/N).

“I mean, yeah, but that’s not what this is about,” said Em.

“Okay, what is it?” said (Y/N).

Em took a deep breath. Come on, don’t be a coward, you are literally a demon forged in Hell not some regular human. From behind their back, she held out a card. “Here.”

(Y/N), confused but curious, stood up, took the letter, and opened it. Written in pretty cursive was a brief poem:

You’re an angel, I’m a demon, But hopefully Heaven and Hell can both agree, That you will go Homecoming, With me.

“I know it’s cheesy as shit,” said Em, rambling. “And it’s not flowers like that time, and there’s never any pressure, but—”

(Y/N) reached out and took Em’s hand. Their cheeks warmed in a blush, and they smiled at Em. “Of course I’d go with you to Homecoming with you.”

“Really?” said Em excitedly.

“Obviously.” (Y/N) chuckled. “Did you seriously forget that I was happy to go with you last year, too?”

“I mean, yeah, but things change, and it’s still…I don’t know. You’re kind of scary,” admitted Em, managing to be honest without admitting her crush.

(Y/N) rolled their eyes. “You’re so stupid, but I guess I like your nervousness. It’s cute.” They leaned up, kissed Em’s cheek, and then stepped back. They grinned, heart pounding since that had been a risky move. “Goodnight, Em.”

“Night!” said Em, nearly squeaking in shock. For all their ability to tease (Y/N) in the day-to-day, all sense went out the window when it came to vulnerability and flirting. (She’d have to work on that if she ever wanted to really confess).

Michael nearly punched the mirror in front of him as he gazed at the scar across his face. Twice he’d tried to hurt Lucifer, first by messing with his kid and then with him directly, and twice that same brat had ruined it. (Y/N) was proving to be the biggest obstacle to Michael destroying Lucifer’s life. If only (Y/N) was out of the way, then Michael could teach Lucifer a lesson and prove he was better than the King of Hell…

Alright, Antichrist. It’s time for you to learn your place.

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6rookie-writer0110 · 2 years

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Dust to Heart

Sara Lance X Female Reader

Request - Hi I have a request. Reader is Lucifer Morningstar's daughter and she wears suits like her father and is dating Sara Lance.

“Wow, babe you look hot in that suit,” Sara said.

Sara sits on her bed and you are wearing the new suit. You smiled when she told you how hot you look, she is still checking you out.

“Thanks. I couldn't resist buying this suit for myself” You said.

Sara stands up and she wrapped arms around you, she starts to kiss you. You and Sara keep kissing each other and then smile at each other.

“Happy birthday, babe,” Sara said.

“You better bought me a gift,” You said.

She laughed and she smacked your arm but not hard. You and Sara start to laugh then left the bedroom. You followed her to the kitchen and everyone yelled surprise and your father is holding a cake and said surprise again.

“Wow!” You smiled.

Everyone starts to hug and your father gave you a strong hug.

“Y/n, you look amazing and that is your color,” Lucifer said.

“I do have great taste” You smirked.

“Sara it's good to see you. I see you are making my daughter happy” Lucifer said.

“Dad,” You said.

“It's okay. He is protective of you” Sara said.

You put your arm around her waist. He does support the relationship and he gets along with Sara. It took a while for everyone to fully accept that your father is Lucifer the devil.

You blow out the candles and everyone starts to eat the cake. Your father did give you a gift and you liked it. He does like to spoil you with gifts. You start to take pictures with everyone.

✯ ✯ ✬ ✬

You and Sara are at a restaurant for date night. She is happy to get alone time with you away from the team.

“I’m having a good time with you, babe” Sara smiled.

“Me too. I love the team but I just wanted to be alone with you” You said.

Sara has her hand on top of your hand. Sara steals something off your plate and she starts to eat it. Sometimes, she would steal your food.

“Y/n, I was thinking - Lucifer?” Sara said.

“You are thinking about my dad?” You said in confusion.

“Y/n, your dad is right there with a kid and a woman. He is talking to the waiter now he saw us” Sara said.

“What?” You said.

“Turn around,” Sara said.

You turned and you see your family and they waved at you. Sara has only met your dad, now she will meet Trixie, Maze, and Chloe. They all walked towards you and your dad introduced Sara to the others and Trixie hugged you.

“What are you all doing here?” You asked.

“We were going out to eat like a family and we saw you and Sara” Lucifer smiled.

“He is lying. Someone on your team told him where to find you now we are here to meet Sara” Chloe said.

“It wasn't a lie, it was gossip,” Lucifer said.

“I'm on a date with Sara...” You said.

“We will get more chairs,” Lucifer said.

You didn't know what else to say and they did get more chairs. Amenadiel arrived and he gave you and Sara a hug. You wanted them to leave but you didn't say anything.

They did ask Sara questions and Trixie thinks it's cool that she is a hero.

“Can I go on the ship? I want to wear costumes and fight bad guys,” Trixie said.

“You are too young to join Y/n and Sara’s team,” Chole said.

“It will be a good thing for Trixie, she needs to learn how to fight,” Maze said.

“Trixie, I will get you a sword,” Lucifer said.

“I don't think getting a sword is a good idea,” Sara said.

“Yes, I agree with Sara,” Chole said.

“Trixie won't be alone, she will have Y/n and Amenadiel,” Lucifer said.

“I can't believe we are having this conversation” You sighed.

The date with Sara didn't go well in your opinion. But you are happy that they like Sara and accept the relationship. After dinner, you went home with Sara. She isn't mad the date was ruined, she understands they are your family. But she just wanted alone time with you, but next time.

You and Sara are lying in bed talking.

“Maybe, next time we should go away on a trip,” Sara said.

“Oh, that's a good idea. Any ideas?” You said.

“How about we go to, Hawaii? You and Y/n talk a lot” Trixie said.

Trixie is laying in the middle of the bed. Trixie kept asking permission to be on the ship. Lucifer is in the other room sleeping and Trixie is with you.

“This is my room,” You said.

“It's not your room. I want to go to Hawaii too” Trixie said.

“Yeah, we can go to Hawaii together,” Sara said.

Trixie gave Sara a high five and you sighed.

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You and Sara have been arguing a lot, Amenadiel suggested you two talk to Linda. You and Sara still argued during the session but Linda managed to calm you and Sara down.

Back on the ship, Sara ran to you and she hugged you tight. She starts to kiss you and you are kissing her back.

“I thought I lost you,” Sara said.

“We managed to escape before the ship exploded. My suit got ruined” You said.

“I’m glad you are okay. But you still can get another suit” Sara said.

“It's one of kind,” You said.

“You still can get another one. Go clean up” Sara said.

You and Sara smiled at each other. Sara kissed you again and you can't stop smiling at her.

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maximwtf · 2 years

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“His lightbringer.”

Michael x angel of comfort reader

words: 2740

google docs pages: 6

warnings: getting injured, bleeding (think that’s all)

opening: You tried to tell Michael that going to war with his brother wasn’t a good idea, but he didn’t listen. When the war happened, you decided to join him. You expected the worst for him, he was against the devil after all, but the worst happened to someone else…

AN// Spoilers from season 5! I don’t even like Michael all that much, but I found out that there isn’t enough fanfics about him, so here I am. Also don’t mind the power I gave Y/n, I had to think of something quickly xd

“His lightbringer.”

You had asked him nicely, you had begged him to not do this. You had given him a reason after reason as to why he shouldn’t do this. But all of that had gone to deaf ears. He didn’t seem to care at all. All he cared about was the plan he had been working on, nothing else mattered. He was so sure of himself that you didn't think anyone could talk him out of it. He had even gotten almost every one of the archangels on his side, and gotten them to vote for him. Of course you were proud of that, but this was dangerous. Even if Lucifer didn’t have most of the angels on his side, you were sure that he would come up with something. He wasn't as stupid as Michael gave him credit for. He had been against the idea of you joining him for the war at first. Arguing that a place such as that wouldn't bring anything more but pain to you. But oddly enough, after asking him a couple of times he had agreed, and let you join him and the other angels. Most certainly he'd only agreed to get you to stop asking, as he said, he was far too busy for something like that. This wasn’t going to turn out good, but you wanted to be there for him. Even if you couldn’t be of much help.

And all of that had led you here. Michael was in the front, you and the others were standing behind him. He had bet that Lucifer wouldn’t even show up to the coliseum, but to his surprise the man arrived. He didn’t have much of a backup team with him. Only the detective you had heard about and Amenadiel. You tilted your head at this, but didn’t say anything. Lucifer had apparently told Zadkiel the ‘real reason’ as to why he wanted to be God, and because of that Zadkiel had changed sides to Lucifer’s. Another one of the angels switched sides as well, but came back after Michael threatened the lives of the ones who wanted to switch sides anymore. You looked down at your feet because of this. How could he threaten the lives of his own siblings for the sake of being God? All these angles were on his side because they were scared, afraid of stepping out of line. Who would want a God that could take your life whenever he felt like it? Soon after Lucifer’s arrival, Maze and Eve joined in as well with a small army of demons. His side looked a little more fair now.

You wanted to tell him again to stop this, but you knew there was no point to it. There was no way he would listen to you now, if he hadn't listened before. You were worried about him, because you cared. But he didn't see that, his mind corruped by the idea of power which he had come so close to. You had in all honestly started hoping he still felt the same care for you. He had been so busy with this plan of his, you hadn’t spent as much time with him. You even began to wonder if only you'd been there for him more, would this war be happening right now? Was this all a part of God’s plan as well?

Your attention was brought back to the fight when you heard the angels around you gasp. Michael had activated the flaming sword of the angel of death with the key. You had heard that Michael had killed one of his sisters to get the key, which you absolutely frowned upon. He hadn't told you of that being a part of his plan, nor had he told you about going through with it. What kind of a creature he'd turned into, out of your grasp... Yet, Your gaze stayed on Michael, and you watched Lucifer throw multiple punches at him. They began fighting, but you knew you had to stay still. None of the other angels moved either. The fight didn’t seem fair. Lucifer didn’t even have a weapon, and Michael wielded a sword that could kill and wipe an angel from existence for forever. Amanadiel’s exclamation caught your attention. He called out for Lucifer and threw him Zadkiel’s staff, evening out the fight even if only slightly.

Just as Michael was about to hit Lucifer with the sword, Lucifer was able to block the attack with the staff. “Ohoho, my brother has a stick. Whatever shall I do?” You were able to hear Michael laugh. This earned him a hit to his head from Lucifer. You gritted your teeth together as they both kept fighting. It hurt to watch, but you knew Michael wouldn’t want you to join this. This was so far between him and his brother. As they both flew higher, Michael was able to break the staff Lucifer was using in half. Your hands were in fists, ready to go and defend Michael if he needed it. It took every bit of will power in you to hold yourself back as it was.

Lucifer fell onto the ground, and Michael prepared to finish him off with the flaming sword. You thought that this would be the end, but to your surprise Lucifer got up to catch Michael’s arms and hold back the sword. You heard Lucifer say something about a plan, and before you could think of anything the detective ran up to Michael and stole the key that kept the sword in flames. She ran off with it, getting Michael to run after her. As confusing as it was you finally understood, this was Lucifer’s plan. The plan that Michael had sworn the man wouldn't have. Now that Michael was distracted, Lucifer would be able to take the blade. Michael wouldn’t have any use for the key even if he got it back, if Lucifer had the blade. They'd been able to play the man with a cheap trick.

You didn’t want to have to do this, but it seemed like the only option. You distanced yourself from the other angels, and ran towards where the sword was now. “Lucifer!” You yelled out, walking fast towards him. He seemed to have heard you, but he was looking at something else. “Azrael.” You heard him say. This made you stop in your tracks. What was she doing here? She wasn’t exactly on anyone’s side, but if she was here that meant a human was about to die.

Only Lucifer’s pain filled scream was able to bring you back to reality. It was your natural power and purpose to comfort the hurt, and that scream made you shiver, tug you towards the suffered. The devil was truly in pain. You turned around and saw Michael stabbing the staff that he had broken In half into Chloe’s stomach. She fell to the ground, making Michael turn to Lucifer. You stared at Lucifer and summoned your wings. You usually used them to protect and comfort. It was only natural for you to want to help Lucifer. No matter who it was, it was your purpose. “Lucifer, she-” You started automatically but he had already ran up to Chloe. You stared at them both with a frown on your face, your brows furrowed with worry. Michael seemed to have noticed your behaviour, signaling this by giving you looks. Telling you to move away because you weren’t a part of this.

“Michael, enough!” You stormed towards him, wings creating gushes of wind. Sand from the ground flew up into the air as you stopped in front of the man. For once, you looked more threatening than comforting. “You killed a human!” You stood in front of him, gritting your teeth together. “Y/n, I think I told you not to even come here. This is why.” Was all he said to you, but it didn’t help. It only angered you more. You wanted to say a lot more than that, but you heard Maze scream something in lilim. This caused all of the demons to attack the army of angels Michael had brought with him. All of the pain and suffering around you hurt you internally, you wanted to help so badly but you couldn’t. There was nothing you could do.

“Do you see what you’re doing?! You’re going insane!” You exclaimed at Michael, voice pained and heavy. All you could hear were the screams of the demons and angels fighting. “Do you even care?! Do you even care about me anymore? I told you multiple times no to do this, but you didn’t listen!” You yelled at him. He stood in front of you, not being able to see Lucifer and Chloe because of your wings protecting them from his gaze. All he could focus on was you. And for a second you could have sworn you saw a slight amount of regret and worry in his eyes, but you weren’t sure if he was merely acting to get you to calm down. Even though he was Lucifer’s brother, they were nothing alike. Michael lied, and that was something you knew Lucifer would never do.

“I’ll go to heaven and bring her back, it wasn’t her time. It wasn’t her time!” You heard Lucifer yell from behind you, making you turn bak towards him. “But brother, don’t you remember? You were banished from heaven. You’ll burn and die if you go up there!” Michael laughed, the small amount of worry gone from his face the second you'd turned away from him. “I don’t care if I die, I’ll bring her back. “ Lucifer said, and you heard his wings appear. There were a couple waves of wind that hit the back of your wings, and before you knew Lucifer was gone.

You turned your gaze back to Michael, covering him from everyone with your wings. “Well?! You’re not going to say anything?” You growled at him, still holding your hands in fists. “I told you I had to do this. I’ve lived in the shadow of my brother for too long and I finally have a chance.” Michael replied, standing calmly in front of you, in the shadow of your wings. Like he knew that you weren't going to attack him no matter what he said. “Michael, please. I just-” You were pushed forward mid sentence, mouth staying slightly agape. “What?” Michael laughed at the pause. “I think I told you earlier, you can't change my mind. No matter how much I care about yo-” He started but soon was forced to stop. You pressed your eyes closed, and gritted your teeth. A sharp pain went through your body, and it made you drop to your knees. “Michael, I-” You groaned, mouth hanging open as your gaze shook. You held your hands to your chest, eyes moving slowly up to Michael. He didn’t take long to understand what had happened after that. One of the demons must have seen you stand in front of him, and you had been an easy target. There was a demon knife in the middle of your back. “It hurts…” You mumbled, as you pulled your wings back in to save energy. “No..no this wasn't a part of the plan.” Michael cried out silently, getting onto his knees to support you. His hands shook slightly, hovering over you in panic. “Listen, you keep your eyes open okay. You’ll be alright.” He said, mostly trying to convince himself. He felt your blood drip onto his hands, and from there to the ground.

“Pull the blade out, Michael.” You said calmly, trying not to panic. But even through that attempt, you're voice came out as nothing but a hiss. “That will hurt you even more. I’ll get you somewhere safe, alright? My lightbringer…” Michael mumbled the last part, now the determined and proud character starting to break down. Hearing him call you his lightbringer again like in the past had confirmed that he still cared, and it made you want to stay.

“It seems you now know how I feel…” You heard Chloe say. Wait- had Lucifer actually succeed and brought her back here? That seemed to be the case, and it made you smile slightly. “Because you took the man I loved away from me!” Chloe yelled in pain, and took Azrael’s blade from the ground. Michael hadn’t gotten the chance to pick it up before because you had been blocking his way, you lowered your head at that. Now he was going to get injured because of you. You couldn’t let him die now.

So when you knew Chloe was about to strike at Michael, you took all the strength you had left and stood in front of him, spreading your wings to protect and cover him fully. “Move out of the way!” Chloe yelled at you, holding the blade in her hand. You knew the strength the blade held within it. It could kill you right then and there, but on the other hand you already had a demon blade in your back, so what did you have to lose? “Chloe, stop.” Lucifer’s voice called out. He had survived as well, how? From what you could tell, Chloe was surprised because of this as well, and it didn't take her long to drop the blade. You let out a sigh of relief at the action, dropping back to your knees. Summoning the wings in the state you were in was no low energy task.

You attepmted tp shielt yourself with the wings, but Michael pushed them aside gently, coming back to your side. He hoisted you up to a better position, trying not to touch the blade.

Lucifer’s gaze fell on you. He didn’t know much about you, having seen you only a few times. All he knew of was your power and that you had been the one angel who had stuck by Michael’s side when no one else had. Now it appeared that one of the demons had managed to put one of their blades into your back. You were on your knees, breathing heavily with your gaze locked to the ground. “Y/n, get up.” Michael commanded from behind you, his eyes now filled with worry and regret as he attempted to help. “My time on earth has taught me that everyone deserves a second chance, and so does my brother. Let’s stop this war before any more lives are lost because of this.” Lucifer spoke up, and turned to look at Michael as the other angels that were still standing started to gather towards the stairs. “But you will never, never hurt anyone again.” Lucifer continued and walked past you to meet Michael. Lucifer glanced at him, before he swayed Azrael’s blade and cut off his twin’s wings one by one. You heard his screams as this was done, but you were too tired to turn around and see the damage. You felt the pain of loss around you immediately after that, but there was nothing you could do to comfort him. You were too tired. As much as it pained you to refuse to follow the instinct in you.

Chloe seemed to have calmed down enough to come up to you. In her eyes you were innocent, and had just gotten mixed up in something that wasn’t ever meant to happen. “I’ll call an ambulance for you. You’ll survive this.” She assured you, helping you to stand up slowly. Your wings were dragging on the ground, the ends of the feathers now dirty and stained red. You were leaning heavily against Chloe, trying to gasp for air. Lucifer walked in front of everyone and waited for Micheal to drag himself to the other angels. They all slowly bowed down to him. You would have joined them, but you couldn’t. Leaning your head on the woman, tired.

After, the angels had returned to Heaven. The only ones left were you, Michael, Lucifer, Chloe, Maze, Eve and Amanadiel. Amanadiel had called an ambulance, and now you had to be moved to another location. Michael had asked to be by your side as you healed, before his punishment would be put into action. Lucifer had agreed to this. Only thing you were worried about was the punishment that awaited him, not your own survival. But you'd talk to Lucifer about it when you were able to.

An// Idk if this turned out good or not, but i’m too tired to proof read it so- let’s hope for the best :”D

#lucifer #Lucifer Morningstar #michael #michael lucifer #michael lucifer x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer fanfic #lucifer fanfiction #michael demiurgos #michael demiurgos x reader #michael demiurgos lucifer

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theprincipality · 3 months

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About Me.

Hey guys.

I’d like to tell y’all a little about me.

I’m a fan of the MCU(Marvel Cinematic Universe) and a fan of both the WandaNat and BlackHill ships.

I’m also a fan of Supernatural, Monster High, What We Do In The Shadows, Lucifer, The Vampire Diaries, The Originals, Bitten and Teen Wolf.

I’m obsessed with listening to the Teen Wolf main opening title song. It’s just so catchy and also in my gym playlist.

My favorite Teen Wolf characters are:

Lydia Martin.

Scott McCall.

Derek Hale.

Stiles Stilinski.

Malia Tate/Hale.

Melissa McCall.

Eli Hale.

My favorite X-Men characters are:

Anna-Marie Darkholme/Marie D’Ancanto A.K.A Rogue.

Remy LeBeau A.K.A Gambit.

Raven Darkholme A.K.A Mystique.

Kurt Wagner/Darkholme A.K.A Nightcrawler.

Katherine ‘Kitty’ Pryde A.K.A Shadowcat.

Piotr Rasputin A.K.A Colossus.

Ellie Phimister A.K.A Negasonic Teenage Warhead.

Warren Worthington A.K.A Angel.

Bobby Drake A.K.A Iceman.

James ‘Logan’ Howlett A.K.A Wolverine.

Laura Kinney A.K.A X-23.

Scott Summers A.K.A Cyclops.

Jean Grey A.K.A Phoenix.

Ororo Munroe A.K.A Storm.

Charles Xavier

My favorite MCU characters are:

Natasha Romanoff A.K.A Black Widow.

Wanda Maximoff A.K.A Scarlet Witch.

Maria Hill.

Pepper Potts.

Tony Stark A.K.A Iron Man.

Thor.

Steve Rogers A.K.A Captain America.

Wade ‘fucking’ Wilson’ A.K.A Deadpool.

Vanessa Carlysle.

My favorite Supernatural characters are:

Dean Winchester.

Sam Winchester.

Castiel.

Bobby Singer.

Jack Kline.

Kelly Kline.

The Impala/Baby/The Metallicar.

Rowena MacLeod.

Crowley/Fergus MacLeod.

Archangel Gabriel.

Archangel Michael.

My favorite Lucifer characters are:

Detective Chloe Decker.

Beatrice ‘Trixie’ Espinoza.

Charlotte Richards.

Detective Daniel ‘Dan’ Espinoza.

Archangel Lucifer Morningstar.��

Amenadiel.

Eve.

Mazikeen Smith A.K.A Maze.

My favorite Vampire Diaries characters are:

Hope Mikaelson.

Elijah Mikaelson.

Niklaus Mikaelson.

My favorite Monster High characters are:

Clawdeen Wolf.

Draculaura.

My favorite What We Do In The Shadows characters are:

Nandor The Relentless.

Colin Robinson.

Nadia Of Antipaxos.

Laszlow Cravensworth.

Guillermo.

I grew up on 2000s rock since I was born in that era.

I grew up on Prince, Scissor Sisters, Aerosmith, INXS, Whitesnake, Dire Straits, Warrant, Bon Jovi, Bachman Turner Overdrive, Steppenwolf, Belinda Carlisle and Michael Jackson,

I also grew up on Van Halen, Asia, Kansas, Scorpions, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, Soundgarden, AC/DC, Black Stone Cherry, Buckcherry, Metallica, Maneskin, Motörhead, Joan Jett & The Blackhearts, Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers, Joan Osborne, KISS, The Runaways, Blue Oyster Cult, Def Leppard, Alice In Chains and Lynyrd Skynyrd,

And here’s some other notable mentions I grew up on. Ram Jam, Sheryl Crow, Rascal Flatts, Divinyls, Redbone, Judas Priest, Skillet, Muse, My Chemical Romance, Slipknot, Rammstein, Kate Bush, ZZ Too, Kid Rock, Lady Antebellum, Linkin Park, 3 Doors Down, Evanescence.

Simple Plan, Simple Minds, Nickleback, Stan Bush, Foo Fighters, Chesney Hawkes, Carrie Underwood, Jason Aldean, Alice Cooper, Cher, Guns N Roses, Spineshank, R.E.M, P!nk, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, The Black Crowes, Temple Of The Dog, Nirvana, Tears For Fears, Fleetwood Mac, Stevie Nicks, Survivor, Twisted Sister, Styx, Texas and The Killers.

As you can see, I’m a huge rock fan. But I also grew up on Kesha, Katy Perry, Demi Lovato, Ken Ashcorp, Britney Spears, Louden Swain, Shakira, Crash Adams, Artic Monkeys, Ally Venable, Big & Rich, The Interrupters, Annapantsu, Meghan Trainor, Celtic Woman, Imagine Dragons, Fall Out Boy and Taylor Swift.

This is stuff about me I’d like you guys to know. I’ll be back to post more soon.

#marvel mcu #personal #music #rock

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namimikan · 2 years

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ngl, i really liked kevin alejandro in lucifer. he, amenadiel and maze were the highlights of lucifer, everything else was largely boring. (tom welling as a complete asshole was also v. entertaining.). i was interested in chloe x dan, bc again, i have terrible taste, but i still wanted them to work out despite everything. and i’m glad later seasons gave him more to do, tbqh.

and i think he’s doing a great job as jayce! i like that the character design sort of resembles him a little, bc again! handsome man!

anyway! i just kind of wish the show gave a little bit more moments with him, bc i also wonder if that’ll be adjusted with in later seasons, anyway? still, he was interesting, how he had dreams, and compromised them in order to please other people, in trying to do a little bit of everything he ended up doing nothing, and he sort of balks at that in the end, to... jinx kind of ruining his plan, unintentionally!

idk. i just. i think s1 really cared about jinx, as it should, since the core thing in the show was about sisterhood, but at the same time, i... did not jive with vi/cait, so. it’s odd? but i was connected through jinx&silco, so maybe that’s okay?

the cast is big enough that all it matters is that you need to like at least one character, and the story is fulfilling, and hopefully future seasons will get me invested in other ones too, as it pays more attention to wherever it goes.

#onion sprouting text

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iamdevilantlysatan · 2 years

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MAZE ISNT UPSET BECAUSE YOURE DATING LINDA AMENADIEL SHES UPSET BECUASE LINFA IS DATING YOU!!! They should have made Linda x maze canon and I’ll never forgive them

#lucifer netflix #lucifer tv #Lucifer #Maze x Linda #maze #maze x amenadiel #amenadiel #amenadiel x Linda #dr linda martin #gay #lgbtq

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laurelismyblackcanary · 4 years

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I’m sorry but I will ship Maze and Amenadiel till the day I’ll die. I will go down with this ship.

I mean Amenadiel and Linda are fine, and Maze and Eve are pretty cool.

But Maze and Amenadiel were my first ship on the show, even before Chloe and Lucifer, and how cool would it be a relationship between and Angel and a Demon?

#mazikeen #amenadiel #lucifer #maze x amenadiel

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actuallylorelaigilmore · 5 years

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#i'm not sure how well this turned out? they're my first gifs on the new laptop #lucifer #mazikeen #maze #maze x eve #mazeve #amenadiel #eve from the bible #maze x amenadiel #maze edit #eve edit #amenadiel edit #mazeve edit #lucifer edit #my edit

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incorrect-luciferbbc · 5 years

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Mazikeen: You're right. I am a monster. And I've done bad. I've done things you cannot even imagine. Horrible, evil, messy things. And I've loved every. Damn. Minute.

#incorrect lucifer quotes #incorrect quotes #lucifer morningstar #incorrect lucifer #lucifer amenadiel #lucifer bbc #lucifer incorrect #lucifer maze #maze x amenadiel #lucifer mazikeen #maze lucifer #maze and amenadiel #mazikeen smith #maziekeen #source: supernatural

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petewentzdickpick · 5 years

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Amenadiel- “Why do you care Maze? You broke up with me.”

Linda- “I cant lose you. So I lost Amenadiel. No man is worth what we have.”

Maze-“You two we’re sneaking around my back! I thought you were my friend, Linda”

Linda- “I knew what we were doing could hurt Maze, but I did it anyway. That’s how much I wanted to be with you Amenadiel.”

Why can’t these three just get in a room together and bone?

#maze x linda x amenadiel #maze x linda #linda x amenadiel #maze smith #maze x amenadiel #mazikeen smith #amenadiel #lucifer #ot3

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anonymousewrites · 4 months

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 4) Chapter Twenty-Three

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Three: I Hate You

Summary: The demons are back in Hell, but the problem still exists.

“Dad?” called (Y/N) as they entered the penthouse. They spied him on the terrace and ran out. “Dad!”

“(Y/N),” he said in relief, and they grabbed him in a tight hug. He hugged back. “I’m glad you’re alright. I was so worried.”

“I knew you would come,” said (Y/N), burying their face in his shirt.

“Is everyone alright?” asked Lucifer.

(Y/N) nodded. “Maze and Amenadiel made sure Chloe and Eve are fine. Em’s with my friends, and they were okay.”

“Good,” said Lucifer. The demons hadn’t taken anyone either he or (Y/N) cared about. They were all safe. (Y/N) was safe.

“And although it was exciting and everything, I’m glad that it’s all over,” sighed (Y/N), pulling back slightly.

“I am, as well,” said Lucifer with a slight smile, but it was melancholy.

“I’m sorry that you had to show you Devil Face,” said (Y/N). “I know you’ve been having trouble with it.”

“To protect you, I’d wear it forever if I had to,” said Lucifer.

“Yeah, but you don’t have to, so that’s good,” said (Y/N), smiling. “And you won’t have to again since the demons went back to Hell. It’s all okay.”

Lucifer didn’t smile, and his gaze softened sadly.

(Y/N) frowned. “Dad? It’s okay, isn’t it? I mean, you sent the demons back to Hell. We’re okay, right?”

“(Y/N)…” Lucifer trailed off.

“It’s okay, isn’t it?” (Y/N) could feel his sadness, and their heart clenched as their instincts said something was wrong. “We’re okay, right? We fixed everything.”

“I don’t lie, (Y/N),” said Lucifer softly.

“Dad?” said (Y/N), voice trembling slightly as his tone.

“Tonight, we won,” said Lucifer.

“We did. We put the demons back in Hell,” said (Y/N). “They’re not coming back.” Lucifer was silent. “Right?”

“We just plugged one hole in a very flimsy boat,” said Lucifer. “Now that the demons know I have no intention of returning, they…they’ll continue to defy me. It’s only a matter of time before they come back to Earth.”

(Y/N)’s anxiety grew as he spoke, and they start fiddling with the edges of their sleeves. “Okay, okay, so? You’ll-We’ll-We’ll just send them back again. We’ve done it-We’ve done it before. We know how to handle it.” The rapid thoughts were starting, spiraling, making it harder for them to get the right words out.

“(Y/N), they’ll keep coming for you. You can’t live with a target forever on your back,” said Lucifer. “I can’t live knowing they’ll keep coming for you.”

“Okay, so? It wouldn’t-It wouldn’t be a big change for us. We already have people who try to hurt us. They do it-They do it all the time. We can handle it,” said (Y/N)

“Not forever, (Y/N). It’s no way for you to live,” said Lucifer.

(Y/N)’s eyes burned. “Okay, okay, so, what? What does that mean?”

“I have to go back.”

The words hung in the air as father and child stared at each other.

“What…?” (Y/N) spoke in barely a whisper, forcing the word up through their lungs clenching in pain.

“I have to go back, (Y/N),” said Lucifer.

“For-For how long?” said (Y/N), blinking as tears began to collect in their eyes. “Just to-to take care of business, right? Then you’ll, then you’ll come back.”

Lucifer’s eyes were filled with pain as he gazed at them. “(Y/N), the prophecy…I was wrong.”

“No, Dad, I don’t want to do this.” (Y/N) shook their head furiously.

“The demons are coming to earth. Evil is coming. And I can’t let it get near you,” said Lucifer. “I have to go back.”

“Stop it, Dad, stop talking like that! We handled it! Just stop!” shouted (Y/N), squeezing their eyes shut to block out the tears threatening to fall. “The prophecy is shit!”

“I have to keep the demons contained.” Lucifer reached out and cupped (Y/N)’s cheek. “That way they can’t hurt you. And that’s what matters to me. And if I need to be go back and be their king to keep you safe, then I’ll do it.”

“But you’ll come back. You’ll just-You’ll just remind them that you’re king and to not mess with you, and then you can come back!” The words spilled out of (Y/N) as they spoke quickly, worriedly.

“I have to leave, (Y/N),” said Lucifer.

“So you’re leaving me? Forever?” said (Y/N), eyes widening.

“I’m doing this to protect you,” said Lucifer.

“You’re going to leave me alone?!” cried (Y/N).

“(Y/N), this is to protect you,” said Lucifer, reaching out and taking their shoulders as (Y/N) shook their head violently.

“You’re abandoning me!” shouted (Y/N), all anger and fury and desperation and crushing sadness. The shadows around them moved violently, reacting to the storm of emotions building.

“(Y/N), you’re my child!” said Lucifer desperately. The truth was out there. (Y/N) had called him Dad for months, but Lucifer had finally called them his kid. “You’re the person I care about, enough that a prophecy came true!”

“Stop it! Stop saying goodbye!” cried (Y/N). “You can’t abandon me!”

“I don’t regret a thing,” said Lucifer. “I would choose to find you over and over.” Tears were in his eyes as he gazed at his kid. “I’m only sorry I have to leave.”

“You promised you wouldn’t abandon me! You promised you wouldn’t leave! You promised!” screamed (Y/N), the room crawling in shadows.

“(Y/N),” said Lucifer softly. “I love you.”

Honesty. Pure, unfiltered truth. That was what those words were.

But they were also pain to (Y/N). The words pierced their heart, and they staggered back. Tears were in their eyes, but they refused to let them fall. They glared, lip trembling.

“I’m sorry,” said Lucifer, and his wings unfurled, bright white. He gazed at (Y/N) and reached out to hold them again. “I swear, (Y/N). I love you.”

“I hate you.”

(Y/N) glared at Lucifer through teary eyes and spoke through pure pain.

Lucifer’s eyes widened before he stepped back. His gaze softened. He couldn’t soothe (Y/N)’s pain. And he couldn’t heal his own as their words struck his heart. He could only protect (Y/N) from further danger.

His wings flapped once. He was gone. (Y/N) screamed.

The shadows around them curled around the furniture and shattered them. They turned away from the balcony and threw their arms out, letting the bar be fully destroyed, furious and betrayed.

(Y/N) swallowed around the lump in their throat before crying out again letting his piano be smashed to pieces. They hated it, they hated it, they hated it! He had left them! How could he?! He had said he’d stay! He was their dad, he’d promised to protect them!

But he had abandoned them!

(Y/N) stared at his room and let the shadows turn it to darkness before tearing his bed apart. Papers and feathers and blankets flew everywhere. (Y/N) didn’t care. They just wanted to get rid of the pain in their chest, but no matter how much they smashed, it wasn’t going away.

(Y/N) screamed and kicked the bedframe. They grabbed his desk chair and smashed it over his desk angrily. It broke apart, and papers fluttered out of the desk drawer, landing at (Y/N)’s feet.

They grabbed it to tear it to pieces and froze. The words on the page stared up at them. (Y/N) let out a breath and fell to the floor.

Adoption.

The word stood out on the paper in front of them. Beside it stood their name.

Lucifer was going to adopt them.

(Y/N) felt a tear run down their cheek. They sobbed. They couldn’t hold the sadness back any longer. They let out a scream as tears ran down their cheeks. They screamed until their throat gave out, and they curled up into themself. (Y/N) held the adoption papers to their chest and sniffed. They futilely tried to wipe away the tears before giving up and just trying to pull themself into a corner.

The anger abated. All the rage they’d been using to avoid the sadness broke, and all they could do was sob and sob and sob as the whole it their heart opened wider.

Lucifer had left. Their dad was gone.

“Please come back,” whispered (Y/N). The empty penthouse remained silent to their plea. “I was lying.” They clutched the papers to their heart and squeezed their eyes shut. “I love you.”

But there was no one to respond. (Y/N) was alone.

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