A/N Glad people seem to be liking this one. Reviews are always welcome. I can easily see Lucifer as the big brother type so I liked the idea of Azrael making an appearance.


"Azrael?" His sister's name fell off his lips in a hushed tone. "How is this possible?" Lucifer may not have seen his sister in a few centuries, but she certainly didn't look like the mousy scientist in front of him. But that smirk, oh he knew that smirk.

"You aren't the only one with a few tricks up your sleeve brother."

Snapping back to reality Lucifer raised his eyebrow at his young sibling. "Would you mind," he said gesturing at her offending foot. "The suit's Armani."

Rolling her eyes Azrael stepped back and her brother rose to his full height. "You haven't changed much brother."

"Well can't say the same for you sis." Lucifer gestured up and down referring to Ella's body. "Care to share?" It was unnerving watching the change in Ella's stance and tone. It was his sister all right, but in an entirely different form. It was like Mom all over again.

"I'm the Angel of Death Lucifer. I have to be on Earth some of the time. So I can appear in a more palatable form to move among the humans as I choose. Only the dead and other celestial beings can see my true self."

"And Ms. Lopez?"

"A soul that passed before her time. But it was at a convenient time for me. I needed someone to impersonate on Earth so that I could take care of a few minor issues. Ella didn't mind if I borrowed her persona for a bit so long as I helped wrap a few things up for her brothers. Make it a bit easier for them to cope when they learned she passed."

"And here I was thinking I was the one that dished out favors in this family."

Azrael smirked at her brother's attempt at humor. "It doesn't explain why you're here though Sister." Lucifer slowly stalked toward her, head cocked to one side. "Tell me, what's dear old dad up to?"

"Who said this had anything to do with father Lucifer? Honestly, you are paranoid."

Lucifer's eyes flashed as he grabbed hold of his sister. "With good reason as I recall" he spat.

Azrael threw her brother off of her with ease. "This body and face is merely a mask Lucifer, I'm not a weak human for you to intimidate."

"But I'm still the devil dear sister, and you were never as strong as me." Lucifer rounded on her again. "Tell me. What is He up to? And for Pete sake drop the mask, this is giving me flash backs to mum and I don't like it."

In an instant Ella was replaced by the sister he knew, and it took his breath away. He stumbled backward slightly. His baby sister stood before him in all her glory. Her wings were the sharpest of silver, and her jet black hair fell in waves against the wind. Out of all his siblings, Azrael had always shown the brightest. Which was ironic given that Dad had made her the Angel of Death. But then again, when did anything Dad do make sense?

Azrael moved closer to her wide eyed brother. "Is it so hard to believe I wanted to see you?"

"Then why the charade?"

"Oh, like you would have seen me brother." Azrael's eyes flashed. "Like all those times you greeted me when I came to deliver souls to your gates? You had your demon meet me instead." She spat.

Lucifer turned away. His sister spoke the truth. He was aware anytime an angle approached his gates, and could have easily met her, but in his anger and grief he had stayed away. How could he let his gentle sister, ferrier of souls, see him as he was. Lord of Hell.

Sitting on the hood of his car Lucifer snapped "well I was a little busy wasn't I, torturing all those souls you brought me. Not a lot of time for chit chat."

"Do you know how badly I wanted to see you? I begged a demon, a DEMON brother, to have you come to the gates. Mazikeen laughed at my anguish. Our brothers tormented me for trying to reach you." Lucifer couldn't look at his sister as he heard the cry in her voice. The idea that he caused her any pain bothered him. But he was the one that was wronged, not her. So he looked to the heavens as he laughed out harshly.

"Oh yes, poor Azrael." Lucifer rounded on her. "And where were you my beautiful sister as Father cast me out of our house hmmm? I didn't exactly hear you charging to my defense?"

Azrael stood in front of her brother and kneeled down to put her hands on his knees. "You rebelled against Father Lucifer, what was I going to do against Him? You were his favorite. You plunged a knife into His heart that day. He was never as furious as he was when you turned your back…"

Lucifer stood shaking at this point "I never turned my back on Him, he stabbed me in mine! I dared to question is what I did little Sister, there's a difference."

"Not in his mind, Lucifer." Azrael stood, her hair twisting in the breeze. He never remembered seeing his Sister looking so lost. "I tried so hard to reach you that day. To say goodbye before Father cast you out. I fought as hard as I could, but I was never going to make it past Amenadiel. Our brother restrained me. I begged Father for you to return. I told him you deserved another chance. I was heartbroken at your loss."

The wind picked up as the pair looked at each other. Lucifer threw up his hands. "What do you want me to say Azrael. After all this time what is this about?"

"I told you brother, I wanted to see you. I caught sight of you once, you know. When you thought I couldn't see. When Mazikeen opened the gates one time, I saw you looking out from behind a door. I saw your face."

Lucifer knew his Sister didn't mean his angel face, but his face that had been burned by the brimstone during the fall. He looked away in disgust. "I never wanted you to see that."

Azrael reached his side in an instant. "Why should I not see what happened to you Lucifer, no matter what, you are still my brother. MY favorite. The only one of my brothers that would fly with me, who taught me to read, to play piano."

Tears threatened to fall down the Devil's face. "You know, part of me believes Father made me Angel of Death because he knew you wouldn't see me when I came down below. Teach me a lesson for speaking out in your favor. To show me that everything he said about your pride and selfishness was true. But I knew better. I know you."

Lucifer looked up at this. Of course that's why He did it he thought. It was a way to keep one of his youngest children in line. He felt even worse for avoiding his sister all these years, having no idea that she had spoken up for him. He had seen her a few times when she came down, when he was feeling particularly nostalgic, but he made sure she didn't see him, or so he thought.

Trying to shelter himself from such feelings he decided to turn the tables. "And yet you still do his bidding." Lucifer spat.

"Do you honestly think I don't know I am but a pawn in His plan Lucifer? I don't pretend to know what is in Father's mind. But I am okay with that brother. I am okay so long as I believe there is a purpose. Even if it was to try to teach me a lesson, my job has meaning Lucifer. And I can live with it. "

"Ha."

"Not all of us needed more Samael."

The Devil stood before his sister in all his fury as he grabbed at her again. "Don't say that name!" Lucifer thundered, but Azrael didn't flinch. She merely brought her hands to his face again and said even more forcefully, "Samael."

Lucifer pushed away from her and looked out over the desert, shaking. After some time had passed he quietly spoke "do you still play?"

"What?"

"The piano, do you still play?"

"Of course I do." Azrael dared to approach him again, seeing the emotions play out like a symphony across his face. And suddenly Lucifer grabbed tight to his sister and buried his face in her shoulder, finally letting the tears fall.