Lucifer: More Than My Own Existance
Chapter One
Night Flight
California Coast 2000
Palos Verdes cliffs were not a huge tourist attraction. A forty-five-minute drive from L.A., no white sands, just a rocky shore. No huge waves to surf, just small ones that lapped gently at the rocky shore. But the locals knew if you wanted a beautiful sunset, this was the place to find it. If you didn't mind the half mile hike to the top, that is. The best part, it wasn't crowded, especially at 3 am.
Standing on the edge of the cliffs in the dark he could feel the cool winds coming off the ocean, blowing through his dark hair. The smell of the sea water filled his nose, causing it to crinkle at the salty smell but sending the taste of saltwater to the back of his throat.
This was his favorite time. It was still pitch black out, the sun not set to rise for another three hours, but the small birds were starting to wake and were making their presence known. It was like the world was waiting to take in its first breath of sunlight.
There was another reason he loved this time of day, no humans. He truly loved his fathers' creations. They were captivating beings. So breakable, yet so strong. Capable of such amazing acts of love and kindness, as well of horrific acts of brutality. They were such a contradiction to their true nature it fascinated him. Currently there wasn't a human soul around.
"What are you thinking," a sweet voice asked behind him.
"Correction," he said a loud as he turned around to face the human who managed to sneak up on him, "there are two." Elizabeth Fenn, the love of his existence, stood before him, holding their daughter. He reached up and caressed Liz's check and bent down to kiss his daughter on her forehead. It had been a couple millennials since a Celestial being had been born, and there was no way he would let his child be raised in the Silver City. Being taught from the moment of birth she was better than humans, even her own mother, was not something he wanted for their child.
While being with a human was not technically forbidden, having a child with one was frowned upon by his other siblings and possible Father. But Liz was different. There were things she brought out of him he never knew were possible. Love being the biggest. Sure, he had spent his life seeing humans claim to be in love and had seem them do unspeakable things in the name of love, but to be able to feel it for himself and to see that love reflected in Liz's eyes every time he looked at her was not the same. It was better. He didn't think it was possible to be any happier. He had been wrong.
When Liz had told him, she was pregnant with his child, it had brought on a whole different kind of happiness. Seeing her face morph from concern and uncertainty to pure joy when he had wrapped her in his arms and kissed her, had caused his own heart to fill with pleasure. He had immediately dropped to his knees, wrapped his arms around her waist, placed his ear against her belly and started talking to their child.
Hiding Liz's pregnancy from his family had been a lot easier than he thought. Father was distracted by whatever pet project he was currently working on, so sneaking into heaven and taking the Huc Angelus stone had been easy. He gently ran his finger over the smooth stones surface as it sat below Liz's throat. So long as she wore it, Ramiel would never sense their child's, divine heritage, effectively hiding them both in plain sight.
Their daughter was being fussy, and Liz was rocking her back and forth trying to console her. It had been his idea for this nighttime flight to try and sooth her. He held out his arms for her and without hesitation Liz transferred her to him. "Are you sure about this, Michael?" Even though it was a question, there was no doubt in her voice.
Smiling Michael tightened his shoulder blades and rolled his shoulder back, releasing his wings into the air. They caught the slight breeze jerking him back a bit. Unlike his siblings' wings, which ranged from his twin brother's brilliant white to the eldest Amenadiel's dark gray and every color in between, his were midnight black with the tips of each feather a dark cobalt blue, perfect for nighttime flights without humans catching a glimpse of her. His siblings had always found his wings to be unsettling. It had been hard the first few eons with Amenadiel, Raphael, and Uriel constantly teasing him about them. When Amenadiel had called him Malevolent Michael, his twin brother, Lucifer, had put a stop to it. They had gotten into a knock down drag out fist fight. Mother had stepped in and he wasn't sure what she had threatened the others with, but after that the others left the subject of his black wings alone, or at least when he was around. Lucifer made it a point to speak with Michael later, telling him how unique his wings made him and how he shouldn't let his brothers determine how he saw them, to take pride in them. Michael may be the older of the two of them, but it was usually Lucifer who could make him feel better about his difference. If there was one of his siblings who understood about being different, it was Lucifer
He remembered the last time he had seen his twin. It was right after the rebellion, Mother and Father were yelling at each other, while he and their sister, Azrael sat with Lucifer outside his cell. While Azrael had not stood with their brother, she was still close to him. Michael hadn't stood with his twin either, something he would always regret. He was so sure this would be the last time he would get to see his brother, ever. Even after everything Lucifer had done, Michael still loved his brother and it hurt him to think he would have to pend the rest of eternity without him.
Then Father had come in with Mother behind him and told them Lucifer's punishment, banishment to Hell. Without giving either of his siblings a chance to say goodbye, Father had waved his hand and Lucifer was gone. Twice he had tried to fly down and see his brother, the first time Mother had stopped him, saying it was too soon and to let Lucifer adjust to his new home. It had been six hundred years as the earth rotates. The second time he tried was a thousand years after Mother had been kicked out of Heaven. Michael had managed to out fly Amenadiel, he might be stronger, but Michael was quicker, but he never made it past the gates of Hell. Lilith's offspring wouldn't let him pass, and while he was sure he could beat them in a fight, the delay had allowed Amenadiel to catch up with him and drag him back to heaven.
Liz's soft touch brought him back to the present. "Michael, are you alright? You seemed so far just now."
He took the hand resting on his check and kissed it, "Just thinking about family." He cast a glance to his daughter, who hadn't settled down. "And yes, I am sure about this."
Liz smiled at him and leaned in to plant a gently kiss on his lips. "Then go have fun with her. I think she'll love flying with her Dad."
Pushing thoughts of his heavenly family out of his mind, Michael flexed the muscles at the base of his wings, causing them to take a few test beats into the air. Taking a step back with his right foot and bracing one hand on his thigh, his other gripped his daughter firmly, Michael took a deep breath, ran to the edge of the cliff and launched himself off. The first time Liz had seen him do this, even knowing what he truly was, had just about given her a heart attack.
Once airborne, both his arms wrapped protectively about his daughter. His wings stayed tucked back, allowing the air to rush past. He could no longer hear his daughter being fussy. With a grin plastered to his face, and only a few feet before they hit the rock-strewn shore, he snapped his wings open and giving a hard flap, feeling his wing muscles strain, pulled out of the dive and glided low over the ocean surface, so close he could have glided his fingertips into the waters. Two more flaps of his wings sent them skyward, catching an up draft taking them higher. While the air had to be cold, Michael didn't feel it, and his daughter was wrapped in two blankets to keep the chill out as well. Once he had gained enough altitude, he again tucked his wings and dove straight down. Liz had once told him he looked like a roller-coaster when he did this again and again. It was a maneuver his daughter seemed to love, she was no longer fussy or quiet. She was giggling.
As he flew further and further from shore, his thoughts turned to his human, Elizabeth Fenn. She was not the first human he had been with, but she would be the last. Father had sent him to earth on a mission, the one and only time he had ever asked, correction, told him to do anything regarding earth. He had been so impressed by how far humanity had come, that after his task was finished, he had chosen not to return to the Silver City just yet. A year later he met Liz and something about her had fascinated him.
She owned a coffee shop and was a naturally cheerful person, other humans seemed drawn to her upbeat personality, she was always so happy, and Michael was no exception. They started seeing each other and on the third date he realized he cared for her, loved her even. Granted it took Liz nearly dying before he would admit that to even himself, but once he realized he did love her, he did everything he could to keep her. Including telling her what he truly was. That was four years ago and the life they made together kept Michael in complete bliss. Their daughter just made it all perfect.
His child moved within the protection of his arms, and a giddy feeling came over him. He was a father and there was nothing anyone in his family could do to take this from him. Father help any of them if they ever tried.