A/N: One-shot. What was that first day on the beach like? The characters aren't mine, don't sue.
There's a curse in here, if you're offended don't read it.
"Are you kidding me? Are you bloody serious!? That really fucking hurt!" The Devil complained.
"And you didn't like it?" Mazikeen asked, curious and a bit gleeful.
"NO!" Lucifer said, though Mazikeen would have sworn it was followed by sniffles.
"Should I toss them in?" She gestured to the ocean, and looked down at the wings. Two brilliant white wings, a total wingspan of over twelve feet, with bloody stumps where they were just cut from her angelic boss.
"No. I'll put them away. Somewhere." Lucifer couldn't explain why he was holding onto them. Things didn't feel finalized, and getting rid of the wings would be very final.
They sat next to each other on the beach, knees pulled up against their chests, looking out on the nighttime water. The waves crashed gently in front of them, just a few yards away. It was exceptionally peaceful. No cars, police sirens, screams of agony or sounds of torture. Very peaceful indeed. For Lucifer, it was just the sort of peace he missed, what he had spent millennia missing. For Mazikeen, she knew Hell and the comforting sounds of home, peace was unsettling and strange.
"Stop touching." Mazikeen said firmly. Lucifer was touching the spots where his wings once resided. There was a moment of bleeding, dripping blood into the sand, but being immortal has many perks, including healing quickly. They were red, sore-looking, crescent spots now, and they would scar up before the sun rose.
He shot Maze a "don't you dare talk to me like that look" and she put up her hands in surrender. He may be sore and recovering, but he still held infinitely more power than she. Not that she would dare try. Her purpose was to protect Lucifer; slapping him around doesn't fulfill her mission. Even if it would make her feel better.
She needed to feel better. Maze never wanted to leave Hell. The pain and agony of Hell was her program, and leaving it was never a desire for her. In fact, its the opposite. She desired to return. All her attempts at dissuading Lucifer to stay in Hell failed. And even the handful of suggestions to return since they arrived on Earth had not fared better.
"Stop. We're not going back, stop looking at me like that," Lucifer commanded. Mazikeen's gaze had shifted toward him as she drifted in her nostalgic thoughts. She promptly dropped her head to look at the sand. "It's a little cold," she mumbled softly, not to complain, just a causal reference to the weather.
"You're right, we better find some clothes and figure out what we're doing next." Lucifer stood up, and scooped up his wings. He waited for Maze to stand herself up, and the two walked away from the ocean, to find their path here on Earth.
