A/N: This one has been a long time in the making. I hope that you enjoy this. This story has definitely taken me by surprise. The ultimate bad boy fanfic right?

Disclaimer: I don't own of course. I just like to explore.

Chapter 1: Backslider

"And this is how it feels when I ignore the words you spoke to me." -Red

Allison could barely feel the damage inflicted on her body from her fall…not with all the noise going on around her. There was buzzing…but it wasn't really buzzing was it? No. Voices. Hundreds of them. You'll go back. You're not finished.They were chanting in the darkness.

"Who are you?" She tried to speak, but no sound came out.

Another voice resounded above all others. "You know who I AM, my child."

"Am I?" In heaven?

"Yes, but not for long, regrettably."

An ache echoed throughout her being. Oh how she WANTED to stay, but... "Am I going to hell?" An image of Lucifer's human form flashed through her mind unbidden.

"You seem almost excited about the prospect."

Allison felt shame for thinking it.

"It is all right, my dear. I have a different purpose for you." He sounded slightly amused.

"I'm going back, aren't I?"

"You will; this time knowing who you are."

"An angel?"

A rumbling chuckle exhaled from the cosmos. "Not just yet. A Nephilim, daughter of Simon, but you already knew that. Your body will heal. Protect your heart, Allison."

She could feel a light pulling at the edge of the darkness and she knew she was going back. "Wait! What is my purpose?"

"Protect your heart. You have a rescuer. It is time."

Falling back into her bruised body was much like falling off that very same building again…this time in total darkness…but her eyes were heavy. Too heavy to open. She sucked in a deep breath, her chest hitching with the pain of it, and received a wonderful masculine scent in return. My rescuer. She nuzzled closer and murmured, "Mmmm…you smell so good…"

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Lucifer removed himself from the shadows of the building Allison had just fallen from and stepped below the rain of scripture pages. He wasn't after the last page, oh no. Allison made one tiny mistake before she was caught.

Unbeknownst to her, the devil had been lurking in the darkness listening in as she read the Word aloud. The antichrist's name had been revealed…and oh he had plans to cultivate the boy's future…but first, he would rescue the delectable little monkey lying broken on the concrete before him. A nephilim owing a debt to him…opportunities like that need not be wasted.

The fallen angel had been biding his time for this moment for years, you see, from the day of her very birth. Such a pretty little nephilim. It was almost a shame he planned to corrupt her. Almost. A smirk slid across his face as he stopped next to her wrecked body.

Little did he know that somewhere in the heavens, God was smirking down at him as well. It seems a little "monkey wrench" had been thrown into Satan's plan for domination…he just didn't know it yet.

Stark could be heard from above still screaming in rage, but Lucifer paid him no mind. He'd be gone with her before the seraphim knew he had been in the area.

Instead, he was studying Allison with avid interest. Her thoughts made him curious. The past few months, his name and his face had been at the back of her mind. For a moment, he paused to wonder what it would be like to be human with her. To, dare he think it? Love her. Then, the moment was gone and he was smirking again. Not a chance…

As he knelt over her, feeling for a pulse, Simon's face reappeared in the air nearby. "I didn't expect to see you here, Lucifer."

"Oh, Simon. You were never a good liar."

"No. That's more your department."

Lucifer quirked an eyebrow, but didn't comment further, instead, he scooped Allison up.

In her unconscious state, she snuggled into him and murmured something that Simon couldn't hear, but Lucifer did and it nearly made him falter. "Mmmm…you smell so good…"

"Stark will come for her." Simon murmured.

It's too late. The fallen angel chuckled darkly and tightened his grip. "Let him come."

"And others too."

"I love a challenge." He purred, looking down at the girl cradled in his arms with soft eyes. Her fingers were curled around the lapel of his overcoat and her nose was nuzzling his neck slightly. One could almost forget who he was.

Simon was stunned into silence. The devil treating anything with such tenderness…he'd not been privy to that in eons. They might all come out as winners in the end. If only she could get past his pride without losing herself. God's will be done.

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Stark stared at the ground where he knew the nephilim had fallen. Her absence could only mean one thing. She was alive…and she had help. His rage was nearly palpable. After disposing of Dylan on the roof, he had intended on swooping down and ripping her heart straight from her chest…dead or alive. He was too far gone in his plan to allow for anymore close calls. Now it seemed there would be complications he hadn't foreseen. "Who's helping her?"

"You should know the answer to that."

His head snapped up. "Gabriel."

"The one and only." He was grinning, but there was another emotion behind that grin.

Stark was instantly afraid. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

The seraphim backed down a bit, looking away.

"But I won't." The archangel grinned.

"You know where she is, don't you?"

Gabriel studied Stark for a long time. "You know, I've always liked your persistence, but this time, I think you'll see it's going to be very hard to get to Allison, my friend."

"She has the last page." He growled, moving to crouch near the puddle of blood that was slowly seeping into the ground. "I will find her and I will have that page."

"Oh I don't know. There are many after that little page."

Stark took in a deep breath and then smirked, realization dawning on him. "It appears as if I'll be having a word with everyone's favorite villain."

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Allison snapped awake, gasping for air, and clinging to her "sweet-smelling savior."

"Quite a nasty fall you took there, little monkey." He purred.

The deep voice slid over her deliciously as she tried to remember why it was so familiar. It was an impossible feat to look up with the way her head felt. "I'm only part monkey." She muttered, disgruntled.

He chuckled slightly, but didn't respond.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Somewhere safe…for now."

The solemnity in his voice made alarm bells ring in her head. I'm being carried by the devil. She stiffened considerably and then winced at the significant pain in her back.

"Recognized me, I take it." He sounded amused.

"Lucifer." She whispered.

"You can call me John. John Riegart." An alias…of course.

Allison didn't respond. Instead, she surprised them both by burying her face in his shirt, trying to ignore her discomfort. "Aren't you supposed to smell like sulfur?"

"Perhaps I thought you'd prefer Calvin Klein's Eternity. You said you liked it." He grinned.

She blushed profusely, remembering her compliment when she came back to her body.

"Shall I change it?"

"No. I didn't lie." I'm attracted to him, she thought, horrified. Change topic! Change topic! "You said you weren't going to intervene."

"On the contrary, I said no such thing. Besides, if I hadn't intervened, there would have been no funeral for Maria, and you would not have made it to that church. I haven't actually had to lie to you and even if I did…" He stopped and kicked what she assumed to be a door, open. "You know what I am."

"I know what you pretend to be."

"How do you know it's pretend?" He was smirking as they went through a doorway into the cool room beyond.

"You're helping me now."

"Don't be a fool, little nephilim. I'm not on your side."

The thought of this made her realize she really was at his mercy—if he had any left. She tried to hide her terrified tears against his shoulder, but he lowered her to what appeared to be a couch and stepped back. "Oh now, Allison, what have I told you about assuming my motives?" He chided. She thought she saw regret in his eyes… or maybe it was just the way the light from the boarded-up window was hitting him.

"You could have ripped my heart out while I was in your arms." She almost wondered if he had…

"You would have gone to heaven. Perhaps I want your soul first."

A shiver slid down her spine. That thought hadn't crossed her mind.

A sly grin passed over his face and he turned away. "I have "business" elsewhere. You'll be safe here. The kitchen is down the hall, you'll find everything you need to survive there." And then he was gone.

Allison sighed in relief. Looking him in the face for the first time since she awoke, had definitely thrown her for a loop. Of course I'll never live my life in peace with him as a rescuer…

As she turned to switch on the lamp next to her, she was floored.

The building was fully furnished…she'd been so consumed by his presence that she hadn't even noticed…and it was then that she began to wonder if she really could protect her heart.