So this is an interesting concept that came to mind during a discussion about the entire Lucifer and The Mark thing. Chuck clearly states that Lucifer always cast a sour look to the Humans be He never said that Lucifer always wanted them destroyed. And Amara kid of shows something akin to a jealousy complex in regard for Chuck and His creations, so whats not to say that while Lucifer never really saw the humans as some great mastepiece as Chuck did, that he didn't want them completely wiped out. I mean he was happy, he had Michael, and his family, and his home, he had everything, and he gave it all up for the humans? I honestly just don't see him giving the humans the time of day in regards to spending all his free time in planning to destroy them, wouldn't that be counter-productive?
And then you have Amara who clearly has an attention-whore complex, who wants nothing more then to get her brothers attention. Hurting his angels clearly didn't phase him, so why not his precious humans?
So, what would have happened if Lucifer had never been given The Mark of Cain (Amara?)?
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Lucifer's eyes narrowed slightly, Castiel's eyes, whoever was in control and they were willing to bet money that it was Lucifer in the drivers seat at the moment and he was a raging ocean of emotions.
Anger and betrayal gift wrapped in agony and delivered to Chuck with a bow of desperation.
All in all it was a pretty sad combination to begin with.
"No, You betrayed me. You gave me the mark to lock her away, and when it changed me, when it did what the mark inevitably does, you threw me away!"
Chuck listened, as far as they could tell anyway, he listened to every single word. Nodding along to every few syllable as if to prove it too.
And He shook His head, "No, son. The Mark", He pauses to gether the order of his thoughts and looks up at the clearly untrusting angel before them, "You always cast a jaundice glance at humans. The Mark didn't chnge you. It just made you more of what you already were."
That, seemed to be the wrong thing to say, frost spread creepingly over the floor, as Lucifer's temper dropped suddenly.
"What I was was your son. Your child."
Chuck looked up in mild frustration, and between the two of them both Winchesters weren't sure who to be wary of if this thing came to a head; Lucifer had the creativity and dare they say passion whereas Chuck had the raw Power.
"Why should I put you above all others?"
That tipped the tide on Lucifer's end of things, his hands slamming down on the armrests of the chair hard enough to break them clear off, screws and all. Grace hummed dangerously close to exploding and Chuck appeared to be completely fine with it.
Easy for Him obviously, but Sam and Dean weren't as lucky as to be made immortal, therefore something as 'frightening' to Chuck was something they had learnt to be terrified of.
"I was fine!"
Lucifer threw himself up from his seat, the force in the thrust sending it backwards into the wall.
"Michael and I still loved each other!"
He glared at his Father from where he stood, shoulders hunched, "Gabriel and Raphael still came to us! I was happy!"
The hairs on Sam's neck stood up straight under the intensity of the Archangel, like some sort of vortex of static electricity, and Chuck merely tilted His chin upwards.
"It wasn't about putting us above anything! We cherished You, whorshiped the ground You walked on, did everything You said without question!"
He stalked closer, "Your right, I hated the humans, I still hate the humans! But I would have left them alone, I had Michael, I had Raphael, and I HAD Gabriel! They were all I needed in this polluted world You had created!"
Chuck and Lucifer were mere inches from each other, nose to nose and chin to chin, both valliant forces.
"You don't know what would have happened if I never took The Mark, because you never tried!"
"I know exactly what would have happened."
"So you knew what would become of me after you gave me your precious Sister and you still did it? You knew what she would do to me!"
Chuck stuttered, He was of superior power sure, but Lucifer knew how to plead his case. Sam exchanged looks with Dean, it was a pretty sound case too.
"Do you have any idea what it's like to argue with your Father when your Father is God?"
They jumped at being addressed, Lucifer sneered at them in disgust as he turned a vicious glare back onto Chuck.
"Everything is a tautology with you. Everything is, 'Because I said so.' Everything's, 'It had to be done.'"
Dean knows he has to say something, what that something is at this point is unclear as anything could completely tip this over and that is not what they needed at the moment. It was already a bomb waiting to go off without his help, "Pretty sure that's all fathers."
That sounded pretty good, yea, he'd run with it.
Too late now anyway, he'd already said it, no take backsies.
"Okay, maybe I didn't handle everything perfectly. But tell me: Could I have kept humankind safe with you on the board?"
They stared at each other evenly.
"I know about your little bid to replace me with the angels. Ok, New God, what would you have done about you?"
"I wouldn't have locked me away in a cage!"
There it was. The ball drop. All cards on the table. The elephant in the room. Chuck sucked in a breath as if to say something on the matter but Lucifer cut Him off.
"That's what I wouldn't have done. I wouldn't have locked me in a cage. It was your mistake that made me into who I was, your wrong, and I was punished for it. Amara had always been jealous of anything that took your attention away from her! She loathed us for our attention taking habits, and then you brought home the new baby and she was livid, did you seriously think that she would sit quietly while you fan-girled over the little bugs that would walk your earth? Well let me tell you that the answer is 'NO', and instead of doing anything to your precious Amara you locked me away! You shunned me, you villified me, you made me a torturer! Can you even begin to fathom what it was like? Eons spent providing a place for dead mortals to punish themselves? I mean, why do they blame me for all their little failings? As if I'd spent my days sitting on their shoulder, forcing them to commit acts they'd otherwise find repulsive. "Oh, the Devil made me do it." I HAVE NEVER MADE ANY ONE OF THEM DO ANYTHING. Never. No, I was happy and I had my family and when you saw that you were WRONG you took it all away! After all, why should we get to be together and happy when you couldn't be!"
Lucifer was huffing for breath by the time he was done, shoulders heaving, his eyes burning into his Father's ever unwavering gaze. Nothing phased Him and Sam feared it might set Lucifer off again.
"Did you hear me? Did you hear me screaming for you? Screaming as the door was slammed in my face, and I hadn't eve known what I had done, did you hear me?"
Chuck sighed, rubbing a hand down His face, and looking back up to meet His son's gaze.
"Lucif-"
"You don't."
"What?"
"You don't know what would have happened. Your going to sit here and play the 'I'm right' card when you don't even know for yourself. You're no God."
Chuck slammed His chair back, finally rising to His feet, rising to the bait, Sam and Dean hopped to their feet when He rose as they weren't sure what to do if God of all possibilities was pissed off.
According to the Bible He had a habit of smiting entire cities when He was pissed and that was most certainly something they did not need at the moment.
"Are you finished?"
Lucifer sneered, "I'm never going to be finished, never."
"You want to find out how not giving you The Mark would have changed everything, fine, lets find out!"
Dean rushed forward as Chuck raised His hand and Lucifer's eyes widened.
And His Fingers snapped.
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