Character POV: Lucifer.

A/N: this is going to be a multi-chapter fic of random stuff that happens in my AU verse. From my one-shot, Broken Shards. You don't have to read that one first, I don't think ... but I dunno, it might help if you do.


Chapter One

Reunions:

Lucifer left the angel who, - he smugly saw, - was still shattered and basically beaten below him, trying to fix himself.

As soon as he had come undone, Lucifer had disappeared in a loud flutter of wings. Now, he knew, he really should have thought more on where he was going before just flying out of there ... and that's why, - his mind filled with very explicit pictures and boredom no longer posing as a factor for him for a while, - he found himself somewhere he really wasn't allowed to be at this moment.

Earth.

For fucks sake, this is the last thing I need!

He span around slowly, taking the time to take in his surroundings. Where he was exactly, he had no fucking idea. He was standing in the middle of a deserted road, it was night time, he would say an hour or two past midnight, and the moon was full at its peak in the black sky. It was cold enough for his bated breath to turn to smoke before his lips and he knew that if he were as weak as the humans he would most likely be freezing his ass off right now. He knew he shouldn't be down here, he wasn't exactly allowed to be just yet but he really couldn't bring himself to go back up to heaven straight away. Even if he would be reprimanded for it later. He loved his Father still, - and rather begrudgingly too, because he hated Him just as much for everything He's ordered him to be put through and everything's He's threatened to put him through if he steps out of line one more time. His ban from earth had been one of the first rules Father had ordered of him. He didn't want Lucifer on earth at the moment, obviously worried about what he may or may not do this soon out of the gate. He had threatened things much worse than the cage if He heard from Michael or Jacob that Lucifer had broken any of His terms and though he would never admit it to anyone, Lucifer bristled with fear every time he thought about it.

Yet, Lucifer being Lucifer, with these promises running around his mind, he still couldn't help himself. With a smirk tweaking his freaked features, he stuffed his hands into his pockets and started walking down the road. Yeah, he may not be allowed down here yet, but what Father doesn't know won't hurt him. Besides, he knows that when Father finally allows it he will probably be chaperoned by bloody Michael and then any chance of him having any sort of fun will be out the window. If he was quick enough tonight though, he could just maybe … take a small peek … and be back in heaven before anyone up there noticed the disappearance of his grace.

A month in heaven was enough to drive anyone sane person insane. Because fuck was it boring! Balthazar, luckily, had found a way to get rid of said boredom that came with Lucifers new life but sadly it hadn't last long and once again he was thinking of a way to have some fun before returning to the people who seemed set of stopping him from having just that.

The idea came to him suddenly. Out of thin air and so he closed his eyes and set his mind to focus. To focus on the one measly human he had any kind of a connection to. He located him almost instantly. Not far from where he himself was now, actually. Good. Lucifer made himself invisible to the naked eye and just as he was about to fly over there, a cold, commanding voice stopped him from getting any further in his actions.

"Don not even think about it, Lucifer. Get back up here this instant before you do anything stupid and I have to tell Father. And I will."

The scenery shifted and he was back upstairs again.

"Fuck, you're so bossy. And absolutely no fun, Michael, dear. You need to lighten up," Lucifer commented dryly, his stride verging on predatory as he moved forward, his finger jabbed the air at his brother on his last comment.

Michael continued to stare him down in silence for a moment as he came closer and closer before speaking, his voice deathly quiet: "I do not need to 'lighten up', I am not here to have fun, Lucifer," he stated, only a few inches away from him now. "And neither are you," he reminded him, his voice firm and his eyes narrowed on his own.

Lucifer watched as Michael's wings began to unfurl out of nowhere from his back as he spoke his last statement. Being on this wavelength, made them hang there, defiant, in their most splendid glory. The whitest of white mixed with royal gold. The favourite. Daddy's little soldier.

"And here I was thinking Father let me out of the cage to bring the party back to heaven," he replied with mock confusion, his brow furrowing and yet his gaze not leaving his brothers. He saw Michael's wings stretch out further at his sarcasm and his eyes darken, and Lucifer decided that two could play at that game and he did some silent threatening of his own.

"I'd put your wings away if I were you," Michael warned, his voice dripping with venom that Lucifer thought was incredibly unfounded. He started it, after all.

He smiled at him, one eyebrow raised questioningly. "Why? Are you jealous of them?"

"Of you? Never. I'm merely letting you know that one of your conditions is no fighting. So once again I advise you to put away your wings, and while you're at it, wipe that smug look from your face and stop breaking the rules. Father brought you out of the cage under the pretense that you follow each and every one of his orders, and do exactly as I tell you. And I'm te–"

"–actually," Lucifer cut in, "Father never told me to follow everything you say, brother."

"Well, unless you want me to go and tell Jacob, - who will no doubt find a way to tell Father as soon as I do, - that you had a little impromptu trip downstairs then take my advice, Lucifer, and be a good little boy." He practically had hissed the name, letting Lucifer know that now they were out, Michael was having none of his shit. It actually surprised him a little how put together his brother could be when threatening someone, it was kind of eerie. His voice was steady and calm, but the brute force of each word was there to hear if you tried. His face gave nothing away apart from his eyes. He was pretty sure this is how he looked when smiting someone. "I know what you were planning on doing down there and no, maybe you weren't going to hurt them, but you weren't even supposed to be down there, let alone be in the same town as them. So believe me when I say: I will not hesitate, nor will I even think to intervene with whatever punishment Father deems fit, if you do it again."

Hmm. And here he thought he and Michael had rather begun to hit it off again, just like old times. Such a shame. "If you don't care what Father does then why don't you go and tell Him instead of threatening to do so?" he asked, surprising himself because he really did want to know the answer.

Michael didn't miss a beat however. Didn't give anything away that might be mistaken for any emotions toward his brother. If he had any left for him, that is. It felt highly unlikely to him now. "Because," Michael answered, "Father, strange as it is, actually wants to give you a second chance. You know how He is, wanting to believe so much in all of His creations. I'm only not telling Him you disobeyed now because of my love and duty toward Him. He also asked me to give you the same chance that He was, and I complied to his wish like it were just another command. I'm ordered however, to keep an eye on you and so, like I brushed on earlier, do not push me." Michael inched closer, his wings spread to their greatest width, the tip of his nose a hairs breadth from his own. "If you step out of line again, I will tell Him that His faith in you is misplaced once more."

"Like you said, brother," retorted Lucifer, accentuating the name and reveling in the reaction it got out of Michael, "I wasn't going to harm the Winchesters in any way. I didn't even mean to go down there in the first place if I'm honest with you. It was a miscalculation of flight dynamic on my part. I assure you, brother, dear … it won't happen again," he promised smoothly, flashing what he hoped to be a somewhat sincere smile.

And of course Michael didn't take the bait willingly. "Pretty big miscalculation, Lucifer."

"Well it has been a while since I've been up here, you know that. Need to get used to it I suppose. But as you know, I pick things up easily enough."

It was all only half a lie. It had been an accident to end up on earth but his promise never to do it again wasn't set in stone. If things got too tedious up here then he might not be able to stop himself from taking a planned vacation.

"Would you two stop peacocking each other! It's beginning to get really awkward to watch," came a sarcastic voice from behind Lucifer. He knew who it was instantly and inwardly cringed. Damn, I didn't want to see him! He's going to be insufferable.

"Gabriel," said Michael curtly, his wings returning to nothingness and his body language returning from dominant to his open yet, I'm-still-higher-up-the-hierarchy-than-you stance. "I am sorry you had to see that. We got carried away. It will not happen again."

Lucifer finally turned to look at his brother, if only to get away from looking at Michael, his wings disappearing as he did so. The hyperactive archangel was just as he remembered him the night he killed him. Shorter than the average man, long honey-brown hair and his golden eyes matching the smirk on his lips. "Oh, no," said Gabriel, who was lounging on the floor, angled back against the wall with his legs stretched out in front of him, his left bent for his arm to rest upon, "don't mind me. It's actually quiet entertaining to watch when you know a civil war isn't going to break out this time. I just thought I'd better intervene before you settled your differences in a more … harsh yet, loving way."

"I wish you would get your head out of the gutter, Gabriel," chastised Michael, "that would never happen between he and I."

The smaller archangel merely shrugged and pulled a lollypop out of existence. "Well … you know what they say: opposites attract and all that." He punctuated the sentence by popping the lolly into his mouth. Lucifer wondered how it was possible for him to still be smirking with that in his mouth, but didn't comment on it. He was still annoyed he was here with them. Shooting daggers at his sugar-loving brother, Lucifer asked what the hell he was doing there, spying on them.

"Well, if you dragged your head out of your ass long enough to smell the fresh air, then you would have realised that I was here talking to Michael before you decided to show your feathery ass. And stop looking at me like that," he said, biting down on the lolly with a crunch, "wouldn't want to smite me. Would you? It might kill me."

"Gabriel," Michael warned before Lucifer could.

Great, he starts the fucking death jokes already. He knew this was coming. It's what he was like. He was going to taunt him about it as much as he could because he knew Lucifer couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't even knock any sense into the small angel if he took things too far. He despised Father for that, making him have to tolerate absolutely everything that anyone said or did to him. It really wasn't fair. But then again, Lucifer wasn't here today because he listen to everything Father said and so, if Gabriel took it too far, he wouldn't hesitate to do whatever it took to make him stop.

"Fine!" Gabriel sighed, jumping up onto his feet. "But you're the one who brought us both here to speak in the first place."

"So that's why Balthazar came to get me?" Lucifer asked, turning back to the prissy brother.

"Yes. But not so Gabriel could wind you up. Father wants clear air between the two of you. Is that understood?"

Gabriel sighed heavily as though this were the most – thing anyone had asked of him. "Clear air? Of course. Just seeing Luci here again is like having all the air knocked out of my lungs. In a good way," he added hastily before Michael could comment on it, and he pulled out a Kit-Kat from his jacket pocket. "Tell our bro here to stop glaring at me though; I need to catch a break. I don't really hold anything against him for murdering me. They're only jokes." He broke a piece from the chocolate bar and ate as he stared between the two of them.

Michael seemed to be fine with the archangels words and turned to Lucifer for his answer. He only nodded. Not trusting himself to speak too much around Gabriel. The silence lapsed, with only the sound of Gabrie'ls munching to break it. "Where is Balthazar anyhow? I asked him to come back with you."

Lucifer smirked. "Oh, he had a little accident. Don't worry your pretty little head over him though; he was fine when I left him. He's probably just taking a little break from orders before he comes back. Shouldn't be too long."

"Good," said Michael turning to face the giant golden doors behind him, "because we all have somewhere to be in a matter of minutes. Father is sending Jacob to fill us all in on the events that have come to pass as we've all been, either dead or locked away. And I'd rather get it over and done with without having to wait on Balthazar."

"Oh, goody!" cried Gabriel, rubbing his hands together. "I've been rather curious as to what happened up here and down there. I mean, I've got the basics, like the rest of you three, but I'd much rather have all the tiny little details. Never know what you can learn about someone then."

"You only want to see if you can find something to lord over someone," snapped Lucifer with disgust.

"Yeah, you're right on that account Luci," Gabriel agreed, smirking at Lucifer's distaste of the nickname. "But to be honest from what I've heard our baby Cassie has been a very badass little angel and I can't wait to hear how he's grown up! Come along!" And with the he skipped past the two of them, snapping with his fingers for the doors to open and entered the hall, bouncing with joy for the topic of meeting.

Lucifer really couldn't fucking wait.


A/N: Read, review, favourite, follow! Do whatever you like! But it would be great to know if you guys actually want more on this front. So I don't feel that I'm writing it blindly for myself.

(P.S. If you do, updates would be weekly, because I'm also in the middle of another multi-chapter fic. But other than that. Yeah. ENJOY!).

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