Title: Breaking Down

Ship: Deckerstar; Lucifer Morningstar & Michael; (others will be added in the future while the story develops)

Genre: Supernatural/Romance/Drama/Action/GraphicalViolence/Angst

A/N: This story started to be written before episode 3.16, so I ignore everything from "Infernal Guinea pig" and "Let Pinhead Sing!". It will diverge completely from the cannon from there (all happened until episode 3.15), but I can use some things from the episodes in the future if it fits the plot.

Some warnings:

1) This story will have a lot of swearing and violence, I'm not so sure it will fit Canon Typical violence, or I will be heavier on that, so I am tagging it anyway.

2) I was raised as a Catholic, but I will completely disregard this here in this story in my lore of the Haven, Hell, Angels, Demons etc. I will follow a lot of what the series had already put for us, but I will add my two cents to that (actually, I will probably do that in all of my Lucifer stories). And besides, I, personally, have my problems with religion.

3) I did my research about the story of the Lucifer Morningstar from the comics, but I'm also not following their narrative either. I just used to understand the character and work this idea of mine better.

4) If you have any problem with people that have problems with religion or find it sensitive to explore it in a story like that, I recommend you not to read.

5) I, for now, just have a general idea of what I want for this story, and I just decided I wanted to put this first chapter out there. Just let you know this will take a little while to be updated again, and I hope then I have a clearer idea of what I want with this. For now, I'm going to concentrate on my fluffy series ALMAT and write this one in between.

So, let me know your thoughts at the end! ;)

Description: It all started with a calling he didn't felt in eons. He would ignore, he wasn't that anymore. He wasn't His soldier anymore.

But when his brother stumbles back into his life, he can't stop thinking something is really, really wrong. He wasn't supposed to be there if only his brother would remember what happened he would be back to what he was. He would go away.

Or maybe not. He shouldn't remember anything. He missed his brother. He missed his twin.

He missed Michael.

But war is knocking at their door.


Chapter One: Not now, not ever

It was very uncommon to encounter Lucifer that way, disheveled. His hair tousled because of the multiple times he had passed his hand on them in the last couple of hours, his expensive social shirt all wrinkled with multiple buttons open, his sleeves rolled until his elbows. His jacket discarded without much care on his couch. All signals of his worry.

And it wasn't something related to his pursuit of a way of flipping his Dad a bird by killing Pierce, or the Detective stubbornness of accepting the truth about him, or even his problems with Amenadiel. No, it was related to that feeling of dread he has been dealing all day. Something he hasn't felt for eons.

It was an uncomfortable feeling, like something extremely heavy was settled on top of his heart, slowing its beats, with, sometimes, overly painful squeezes. His stomach was in a knot, with a nauseating feeling climbing his throat. It was difficult to keep his cool during all day and that case he was working on with the Detective. He didn't lie, and he would love to talk about all his problems with anyone that wanted to listen, but there were things the Devil never spoke about.

And this feeling was one of them. Because it meant just one thing. One thing he would deny for the rest of his immortality, and as much as he could. Deep down, a tiny part of him, was still His soldier, His son.

Lucifer drowned the amber liquid that was in his cup, and for the first time, the alcohol didn't have its soothing effect on him. In fact, he could feel the expensive and rare bourbon revolt inside his stomach and claw its way up to where it came from. But he was the Devil, and he didn't get sick, his pride wouldn't allow it. He gulped down and forced his stomach to cooperate.

It would pass, all that would pass, he wouldn't have to worry about it. Nothing would happen, not even his Dad. He breathed deeply and closed his eyes.

"Not now, not ever, Dad."

Opening his eyes that were flashing a different color, not that glowing red eyes he used to have before he lost his Devil Face. No, it was something completely different altogether.


It took weeks for that sensation to die down. Weeks in which he avoided Amenadiel like a plague. The older angel, apparently, was feeling the same sensation and he wanted to know if Lucifer was feeling the same.

After Lucifer initial confession, Amenadiel was keen on making the Devil investigate what was going on. But he… He attending to some Heaven-sent thing? Never. Never again. He played his role for millennia for what? For still being punished with something he desperately wanted, but couldn't have? His thoughts floated to Chloe at that moment.

So, his Father or whoever was sending this thing could sit and wait, because he wasn't coming for them.

His refusal in doing what his brother suggested ended up in another fight between them. A fight that made Lucifer ignore all attempts of Amenadiel to mend things again.

And now that that sensation was finally gone things would come back to normal. Yes, he was relieved. Only because he was ignoring that hollow sensation in the pit of his stomach.

No. Everything was back to normal. And nothing, nothing will change that.

"Not now, not ever, Dad." He mumbled to himself.


"Lucifer, we have a case." It came the Detective's voice as he answered his phone.

"Hello to you too Detective" he purred and grinned when he heard her sigh. "I will be on my way, just text me the address." He kept smiling as he could imagine the Detective's face.

"See you there" came her answer as he was already entering his elevator, all ready for the day.

He grinned and placed his phone back in his jacket pocket, easing some wrinkles that stubbornly decided to stay while he walked to his Corvette. And a few minutes later he was parking near an abandoned house in one of the suburbs of the city.

The CSI was already there as well as Ella, he could see her van parked a few meters away, and all the patrols and officers setting the perimeter around the house. He spotted Chloe with ease, her blond hair was shining under the sun of Los Angeles, and her blue-grayish eyes were looking attentively at the Officer that was reporting to her what they found.

He walked to her in his usual confident strides, hands inside his pockets as he cocked his head to one side when he captured the last few bits of what the first responder was telling her.

"No identification was found, and the body is heavily beaten up, with multiple lacerations. No weapon was found either, but we were still looking around."

"Thank you for your work, Hollins." She answered and turned to her partner when the officer resumed his duties. "We should look inside, for what people told me the conditions of the body are not good. Can you handle it?" She asked with a small hint of a tease.

Lucifer snorted. "Of course, I can handle it. I've seen worse, Detective." He said dismissively, earning a roll of eyes from Chloe.

"Hm-hum, in Hell." She said ironically while walking through the front door.

"Exactly, Detective." He said beaming, earning another snort from the woman.

Although the house was abandoned, it wasn't for too long, it was still possible to see the walls' paintings and shadows of portraits where they should be hanging on them. The windows were still mostly intact, and nothing appeared to have been broken or vandalized, yet.

Chloe led the way to the back of the house, passing beside a flight of stairs and finally walking to a big living room devoid of any furniture, only the officers, and CSI. Ella was crouching close to the body that was placed faced down, a mess of blood, dark curly hair and white clothes, he had the same height as Lucifer as what could be seen.

"What we have here, Ella?" Chloe asked as Lucifer started walking around.

"This dude here definitely wasn't killed here. For all the mess this body is, this place here is too devoid of blood, I never saw so many cuts and bruises on a body like this one. Shapes I can't even think how to explain either." Lucifer was hearing the conversation while he still looked around, he didn't know why, but he quite didn't feel like looking at the body, yet.

He noticed the lack of splatters of blood and signals of a fight like miss Lopez had pointed out. When he was passing close to a window so tall it reached the ceiling he noticed a shining coming out from a particularly big gap between the woods in the floor. He squatted and moved his long fingers inside the gap fishing whatever was shining.

At that moment Dan entered the room while sighing heavily.

"I've been talking with some people that live in this area, they said that no one lived here since the death of the owner and their children fight in court to decide what to do with the house. They haven't seen or heard anything yesterday that could indicate the time the body was left here." He closed his notepad and approached Chloe and Ella.

Lucifer's fingers closed around what he was looking for and he pulled the object up. When the light caught the silvery band and the impossibly white stone encrusted in the band Lucifer's breath caught in his throat. He barely registered the order Chloe gave to roll the body over, so they could see the other side and finally have a look on the face of the victim.

The Devil's eyes were glued to that ring that was identical to his, except for the white stone. That was impossible. It couldn't be.

Not now… Not ever.

He turned around in time to catch the surprised looks of his three friends. Chloe gasped, Dan swore, and Ella squeaked. In unison, they all looked at him with big eyes ranging from disbelief to sorrow.

He slowly got up and walked where the body was laying, each step sounding like a death sentence while gripping the ring with all his strength, imprinting the ring in the palm of his hand. When he stopped close to the body and looked at that face, at the identical face of his twin brother, he left a strangled sound come out of his mouth opening his hands in shock. The ring fell with a thud.

He didn't know how he ended up kneeling, but he was there, desperate hands roaming around his brother bloodied body. The white ring was forgotten by his side.

And all that came to his mind was that that was impossible. It couldn't be.

No…

No…

NO!

"L-Lucifer"

He grasped his brother's tunic and with a trembling but commanding voice he spoke.

"Do not dare to die, Michael, or I will drag your ass from the Silver City!" His voice broke at the end and he could feel a small hand on his shoulder.

"Lucifer"

He shook the body harder. "Do you hear me you fucking bastard!?"

"Lucifer!"

He ignored the hands trying to pull him away, all he could see was the face, his face, all bloodied.

That wasn't possible. He wasn't supposed to be there in the first place. He couldn't be there. He shook the body again. He didn't notice more people entering the room because of the commotion. He didn't care.

"MICHAEL!" He screamed, brokenly and desperate.

Father, no… Please, no.

Then with a forceful gasp for air and a cough that sent blood on his face, his brother came back to him, with brown eyes identical to his opening to stare at him a little bit unfocused.

"Sama… Sam… Help…" Came the broken voice, the same tone, the same accent. Michael's eyes rolled back again as he fell unconscious, this time his chest moving up and down as he breathed, raggedly, but breathing.

"That's… That's impossible. He was dead!" He heard someone speaking, but all he could think was his older twin brother laying there, he wouldn't hold for much longer.

He had to do something.

"Call the ambulance!"

At that he turned around, locking eyes with a teary-eyed Detective.

"No, no ambulance. They can't do anything for him." He said, his voice sounding so far away.

"But Lucifer, we have to. He is going to die otherwise." She answered, in a very soft voice.

"No!" He turned around again grasping his brother's hand, where the ring was supposed to be and grabbed it from the floor, placing it on the finger it was supposed to be.

Something.

Do something!

"Lucifer, please…"

He didn't care, he hated it, but he needed it. He didn't know what more to think and feel, he just couldn't let it happen.

Without putting any more thought he unfurled them, his wings. He barely heard the gasps and screams, all he could hear was his brother's words inside his head.

Help… Help… Help…

Michael never asked for help. Never.

He grabbed a handful of feathers and pulled them out, yelping in pain. Hot red blood dripped a little from some places he pulled his fathers off and placed them all on top of Michael's body, he grabbed more and repeated the process. Hoping. Praying it would work.


From the moment they flipped the body around to see her partner's face in the corpse, and then watch Lucifer's breakdown when he saw that person. His brother. His twin brother. Everything came rolling downhill. The last logical thing that happened then was that man being Lucifer's twin brother because after that all that happened was madness.

A dead person woke up, mumbling, calling Lucifer Sam. Sam? And then her partner produced wings. WINGS! Immense, beautiful, white wings that seemed to glow with their own light.

That was impossible.

It wasn't possible.

It shouldn't be.

"Oh my fucking God…" Ella spoke grabbing her necklace in her hands. "He is no method actor." Chloe looked at her, seeing awe and fear in the eyes of the forensic expert. She wasn't the only one seeing that.

And it came rushing to Chloe's mind all conversations she had with Lucifer, all the strange things he could do. His wings, his distress, his fear. He was an angel… He was the Devil.

"Chlo" came the chocked voice of Dan, in her other side. "Tell me we entered some illegal drugs' laboratory and we are all tripping in some weird shit acid because this is too…" He cursed. "This is impossible."

"I wish I could…" She answered uncertainly when she saw her partner grab feathers from his wings and pulls them out and desperately place them all over his brother. An angel too… Michael?

When Lucifer finished putting the feathers on top of his brother they started to glow, faintly at first, but then it was the most blinding white light she had ever seen. Chloe hissed and put her arms in front of her eyes. When all the light subsided, she left her arms fall and she looked at where the body…. Angel was and she was shocked by what she saw. The once bruised and almost dead person, thing, whatever, was replaced by a completely healed Lucifer look-alike. But still unconscious.

Without knowing what more to do, still confused and utterly shocked, she stepped ahead, approaching the still kneeling form of Lucifer. His wings twitching slightly.

"Lucifer…" She called, not even recognizing her voice.

Way too fast he turned his face at her, and she saw when things dawned on him, and a look of pure horror struck his brown eyes, his wings folding behind him in a swift move.


He closed his eyes when the healing power of his feathers started to work and when all the clarity was gone he looked down where his brother was still laying. Despite being still unconscious, Lucifer knew Michael was better. His breathing was normal, and he could feel the strong beatings of his brother's heart while holding his hand.

And for the first time since he saw his brother laying on that wooden floor, he felt his body relax, all the tension and adrenaline leaving his body, leaving just his heart thumping fast in his chest. But he was brought back to reality when the soft voice of Chloe spoke behind him. Way too fast he turned around and looked at her blue-grayish eyes filled with tears, confusion, and a hint of fear and shock. He finally noticed what he did.

He looked around in horror seeing police officers and CSIs alike looking at him with awe and fear, some with weapons drawn and pointed at him. Ella was still clutching her cross and Detective Douche… Dan was looking at him in disbelief.

That wasn't supposed to be like that. Him, with his twin brother by his side, his wings on full display. It shouldn't.

Not now. Not ever.