This fic has a back-up on Archive of Our Own (published 1/12/2016)

This fic is a fill for this prompt:

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Just do away with the parenthesis.

I think the only warning this fanfic needs is that it has Lucifer. Because Lucifer and Hell. Things may or may not come up, but they won't be many and they'll be warned for in the individual chapters.

Disclaimer: Supernatural doesn't belong to me, or I woud take more care with Sam's narrative archs than just turning him into the show's myth arch.


Summary: In a post-modernist summary for an old-fashioned fic, the author would like to question Lucifer if it's a good idea to fall for an angel who's as stubborn as he is, and a human-lover, to boot. You could try to cajole Castiel into a relationship, Lucifer, but he will push back, and the end result will always be bittersweet.


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The Devil Falls

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Prologue

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Nothing to show for it, Michael thinks.

The rebellion is in its last throes, and the clash of battles echo through a lot of the possible dimensions. His Father has commanded him, and Michael obeys, for he has witnessed the torture of loneliness that will be the Cage that his Father has devised, and he shall be a good son. The demon hordes, newfangled creatures born out of Lucifer's jealousy and bitterness, may be less powerful and more fragile than angels, but they are persistent and loyal, unconditionally so. Michael wonders if Lucifer's arrogance has wandered so far into being self-delusion so as to hope to abate him and replace Father, for those wretched things call him exactly that—Father. They had even started to worship him.

Humans tend to worship everything remotely awe-inspiring. It had been fascinating as they had shaped the world around them with their beliefs and their souls, and imbibed life and being in even the most mundane of things. It was not so far-fetched that whatever was left of them after Lucifer had twisted them would worship something truly breathtaking. Demons do not burn when they behold angels, and any angel is superior and purer and more beautiful than all of them… But Lucifer is by far the most magnificent and brightest of all of their brethren. This, Michael knows and accepts, and he had never really questioned why he was made the plainest of all the archangels.

The demons are just learning to twist more souls into more of their kind, and someday the process will run autonomously and efficiently as clockwork, with a well-developed hierarchy. But today the demons are a haphazard mass that barely know themselves and their own power; all the ways they are the opposite of angelkind, and all the ways they are not the same. The battle turns. The demons are routed.

Michael sees his opening, and lunges for Lucifer. They yell many things at one another, but Michael twists one of Lucifer's wings—beautiful walls of every colour, almost luminiscent by themselves—and makes the most of Lucifer's pained cry, and cuts off the limb that wields his sword. Michael is not overly concerned with its location, since he thinks it is best for the sword to be lost forever. He slashes at his brother, and then smites him, pushing through the clouds and the plains.

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The Devil falls.

(Michael then will look at young humanity, their numbers almost depleted thanks to Lucifer, and develop an intense dislike for them; primitive, blind, insensitive, favoured creatures that they are. He cast out his most beloved brother for them. He will be, however, the first to adopt each and every one of the titles humanity will devise for Lucifer as an example of sorts.

His brothers and he will still feel immeasurably lonely).

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TO BE CONTINUED…

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Authoress' Place

Let's see if I can get off my arse and update this once or twice a month. You know, it really is all plotted out, so it's just a matter of writing the chapters.

If you go to my profile, you'll notice that English is not my native language, so any corrections or anything of the sort are very much appreciated. Beta-ing offers may be considered because that'd be really helpful. It's my first long-fic in a really long time, so I want it to be good.

Also, PLEASE REVIEW. I really like those. Faves are lovely and all that, but please review, I will answer you by PM if you have an account, or in next chapter directly if you don't!