Hi guys, this is my first Story and just a little Idea that I had in my Head for some time :D
I don't know if this story will stay a One-shot or if I will add some more Chapters in the Future.
It takes place after 3x21 when Lucifer realized what had happened
P.S.: Since I'm not a native speaker there might be some grammatical/spelling errors, but I hope that you can correct me, so I can improve the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Characters and Settings. I'm just borrowing them 😊
Anger and hatred cursed through his Veins with such intensity that he had only encountered during his Fall, when his Father had thrown him out of his rightful home and that just for asking the question that no one dared to ask: "Why?".
He still couldn't believe it. How dared this mortal, well cursed but still mortal, piece of Scum try to ensnare HIS Detective and how in the name of his Father was he successful in his endeavours?
He was the Morning Star, the one that brought Light into existence and made everything that ever was, every single Atom and Molecule was formed because HE willed it so to be. Why did she choose a mere mortal over him?
Yet another wave of pure, unadulterated hate swept through him as his thought back at the smile that she wore on her Face after he had put the Ring on her Finger. It was a sweet and tender smile that made her eyes shine like his brightest Stars and made her more beautiful than even The Garden was before his Father placed his new Toys in there. It was a smile that was once reserved just for him, back then before everything was thrown into Chaos by the appearance of Cain.
But dwelling on these thoughts just served to make him even angrier as he strode to the doors of his Balcony from which he could look over nearly the entire City of Angels. An Ironic name if you asked him because there was nothing angelic in how the majority of those broken Toys behaved, he had seen how the wasted their potential to greatness and threw away their greatest gift: Free Will
Oh, how he had fought that they too would have to ability to choose their own path, free of the scheming of the Presence but he was rejected over and over again and in the end it was only him and a few of his Brothers and Sisters that marched on the Great Cathedral where HE resigned, to ask the ultimate question: "Why?!"
But maybe it was time again to remind the Humans that there was something beyond their puny imagination of existed and what not. And so he drew on his power that THEY, another one of his Fathers manipulations, gave him a power that he forsook completely when he commanded Mazikeen to cut them off.
He didn't care that every supernatural being in existence could feel the sudden influx of power or that the Humans started to to run towards safety as the Sky was covered with thick, black, clouds that brought with them thunder and lightning.
And in the least did he care for a very specific murderer, that in this very moment knew that there was someone out there, who just waited for him to leave the Bed he lay in to smite him down with the Wrath of Heaven and Hell.