Title: Princess of Darkness
Fandom: Glee
Pairings: Santana/Brittany
Rating: T
Spoilers: Yes, but nothing major.
Summary: They were all mythical. Some were more obvious than others, like Finn, he was the son of a Giant, or Tina, she was the daughter of a Vampire, or even Brittany, the daughter of an Angel. And others were a bit more challenging, like Quinn, she was the daughter of a Fairy, or Artie, a son of a Wizard.
Author's Note: I don't know where all these updates are coming from because I don't usually think of new things for chapters so quick, but…I'm on a roll, you all should enjoy this while it lasts because I'm not even sure when this is going to grind to an outstanding halt. (I wrote this AN yesterday and it figures that's the day I don't post something)
Thank you all for the reviews and alerts and favorites!
Disclaimer: Nope, not today, nor tomorrow, but…Just no.
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"Do you know of the Realm War?"
They were now in Santana's kitchen, sitting on the counters eating bowls of ice cream. Both girls changed out of their dresses and into sweat pants and baggy shirts. Brittany could tell the girl in front of her making baby food with her ice cream instead of eating it was nervous to tell the Angel whatever she had to tell her.
"Of course, everyone does."
"Do you know how it started, who started it, how it ended?"
"Well, no. My Mom doesn't like to talk about. I think that's why she sent me to the middle realm for school instead of the Upperlands." Brittany told her.
"My Father and an Angel from the Upperlands started it, but not on purpose."
"What does the Realm War have to do with your hand?" The blonde asked, interrupting the Princess.
"If I just tell you what happened, it won't make sense. I need to start it back at the beginning so you can understand why things were done to certain people, to us and the Upperlanders." Santana said. "And you can't interrupt me, if I don't get this all out now, I won't be able to say it for a while."
"Okay, sorry. Continue."
"Like I said, my Dad and another Angel started the Realm War, but they didn't mean to…"
Lucifer crouched behind a crumbling building. The blast hit the wall, sending debris down on his head. He lunged forward to protect the Angel woman in front of him with his body. Concrete pieces hit his back, ripping the almost not existent shirt. He threw his hand out to the side, releasing a fire ball from the palm of his hand. By the sound around the wall, his hit was direct.
"Lucifer…" The Angel woman moaned in pain. His hands ran over her, looking for any sign of injury. He pressed his lips to her dirt covered forehead in relief when he saw none. He could hear the war going on around them, people dying, people screaming in agony as they were being slaughtered in their homes by the Angel's. It was all so loud that it eventually became a white noise to the King of the Underworld.
"It'll be okay." He whispered to sooth her. She looked into his red eyes with her brown ones, hoping to find some truth to his words. She nodded. He helped her to her feet, but held her to the wall. "Stay, I'll come back for you. I promise."
He jumped out from behind the wall, palms already up and forming fire to keep him and the Angel safe. Three white dressed Angel's stood there, long swords in hand, their wings spread as wide as they could possible go. Seeing him, the one on the side with red hair charged him, his weapon held high. Lucifer dodged by ducking low to the ground. He allowed his nails to become razor sharp and dug them into the Angel's side.
The other two Angel's ran at him while his hand was buried deep in their companion's flesh. Forming a ball of fire, Lucifer shot it out to hit the black haired Angel in the face. His screams quickly blended into the background. The blonde Angel spun to the side and tipped his reflective blade forward to jab his shoulder.
The King howled in pain.
By now his claw was out of the dead red headed Angel and covered in blood. He quickly created a rope of purple flame and whipped it at the blonde Angel. The Angel was expecting it though and jumped back. "You don't think they didn't teach us all your tricks before they sent us down here?" Sneered the Angel, swinging is sword in circles around his body.
"You Upperlanders know nothing of me." Lucifer said back, creating another whip in his other hand. He snapped them on the ground with a crack to show he meant business.
"All we need to know is that you're a low life who preys on the whores of other realms!"
"What did you just call her?" He snarled, getting into a crouch to pounce on this worthless Angel solider. The man was not worth the trouble of the King of the Underworld, but he insulted his mate and that was something one didn't do in the Underworld.
"You heard me! You may have seduced her to get her down here, but seduction doesn't last a year, she chose to st-"His face went into a painful grimace as he fell to the floor. A solider of the Underworld stood behind him with a blood hand. A group was behind him and they began to surround their King.
"My Lord, are you well?" The Demon asked, wiping the blood on his enemies stain free robes because the Underworld soldiers wore very little clothing as it hindered their abilities.
"I am Bael, thank you. I am in your debt." Lucifer thanked his second in command.
"Where is the Queen, sir?" Bael questioned, sniffing the air to sense her whereabouts. Lucifer took the hand to help him to his feet and ran to the wall where he left his beloved. She was still pressed to the wall, but now her hands gripped the cloth on her swollen belly in fright and pain. Tears streamed down her face silently as she tried her hardest to not make a sound.
"My dear, we're safe." He told her, taking her hands in his so she could squeeze them instead.
"You came back." She whimpered.
"I will always come back for you." He told her, kissing her knuckles. "We must get to the castle, we will be safe there."
"This baby is coming Lucifer, I don't know how much longer I can hold it in." Her voice ended in a sob. She was in severe pain and all the King could do was watch. He put one of her arms around his broad shoulders and bent down to scoop her into his arms. He used his knee to push her up further into his arms. She buried her face in his neck.
"I cannot even fathom the pain you are in, but can you make it to the castle? We are so close."
"Lucifer…"
"Can you try? For our child?"
She swallowed thickly before nodding shakily. "How can we get there with just ourselves?" He laughed deeply and smiled down at her.
"Did you think my people wouldn't assist us?" Walking out from behind the wall, she saw Bael and twenty Underworld soldiers. She burst into tears when their eyes looked upon them with concern.
"My Lady, why the tears?" Bael asked softly, others nodded along to the question.
"You are all too kind. It is because of us and this baby that this war started and yet you still defend us." She cried.
"We defend you because you are our hope. You are the ones that are defying the unspoken rule of the Underworld and Upperlands. You are the ones who care for us and walk among us though you both are at a greater rank than all of us." The Second in Charge told them, speaking for all of the Underworld.
"Plus, we like you." A younger Demon soldier yelled out, causing a burst of laughter from the group.
"You know what we must do?" Lucifer asked his men. They nodded. "Then to the castle we go."
The soldiers formed a protective circle around their leaders and attacked left and right when an Angel tried to break through it. Lucifer had asked his love to hide her face in his neck so she wouldn't witness the horrors of war. Though she did as asked, she still heard the cries that ripped her soul in pieces.
It seemed like forever, but they finally reached the castle in which Lucifer grew up and now lived on his own. The group ran into the large home and slammed down a thick, heavy wooden board in front of the large castle doors. The King took her up three flights of stairs to the room next to his where two nurses from the Underworld stood. He placed the pregnant Angel down on the soft table and moved to the top of the bed to hold her hand and whisper calming words while the nurses went to work.
"My Lord, the baby is ready, she needs to push." The Earth Demon told him, the Hell Demon beside her nodding urgently.
"Did you hear that? It's time to put an end to your pain." Lucifer murmured to his withering lover.
"I c-can't, it hurts to m-much."
"You can, and you will. This war is over this baby, if you don't push, it will die and our people will be fighting for nothing." She let out a scream. Gripping the King's hand, she bore down and began to push the infant from her womb. Her screams wounded Lucifer's heart, but he stayed strong for her. It was only a few minutes later that a different kind of scream entered the room. The Earth Demon nurse cried out in joy and the Hell Demon began laughing.
"It's a girl." They said, "A beautiful little girl."
They placed the wailing infant on her mother's stomach who immediately scooped the baby into her arms. "Look at her ears, Lucifer." The pointed ears were a slight surprise, but the new Mother loved her baby all the more for it. "What shall we name her?"
It was like the war outside was nothing now. The sounds and sights the King witnessed were awful, but staring at his daughter, he could think of nothing more pure to fight for. "Santana." He whispered, running his callused finger over her cheek. She stopped crying and opened her eye to stare at him.
"Santana, it's perfect." The Angel whispered back, watching her daughter with careful eyes. "Santana, hi. Welcome to the world little one." She giggled when her child's eyes unfocusedly moved over to the sound of her voice. "You caused a bit of trouble of us…You're perfect. She's perfect, Lucifer."
"As any child of ours should be." He stated proudly.
A loud bang startled the new family, causing the baby to cry out. The nurses stood in front of the family, but were quickly slaughtered by Angel soldiers. Ten stepped into the room, with thirty more in the hallway and they could hear battles going on around the castle. Lucifer leaped over the bed to fight them, but an Angel took a cheap shot to the middle of his neck. Eight of the Angel's held him down as he struggled to break free.
"Leave them alone, Jacob!" Lucifer shouted, punched an Angel in the face, breaking his nose. The blonde Angel turned to look at the King fighting on the floor.
"It's for her own good." The Angel looked at the bed. "The baby was born." He said thoughtfully. "Good news for you then, Lucifer, you can keep your child as it was born in this realm."
The new Mother held her screaming baby close to her at what the words implied. "I won't go, you can't make me!" She shouted at the soldier. The Angel stepped closer and, as if sensing her Mother's fear, the baby formed a blue wall of fire. It froze everyone in the room. It was too much magic the baby carried already. Her cries stopped as her already dark eyes locked onto her Mother's. The Angel woman shook her head as if telling her baby to not drop the wall. It seemed like the baby understood, for the wall didn't dissipate.
"You must leave this realm, it's not where you belong!" The Angel Jacob shouted angrily.
"What would you do if it was your child you had to leave behind?" She asked, just as furious at the man she's known almost her whole life. "What if your child was born and someone wanted to take you away from it forever!"
"This is a Demon baby." He told her calmly.
"This is my half demon child. I will not let her go." The Angel woman's voice was strong. Jacob sighed before digging out a pouch from his pants pocket.
"I didn't want to do this." He poured the bag out, letting a pink powder fall into the palm of his hand. He threw the powder over the fire wall and watched it sprinkle all over the Angel woman who covered her child with her body. A blank look overtook her normal lively eyes. "Come on, we must go home." The Angel woman put the infant down on the bed, which caused the blue fire wall to fall. She got to her feet and walked toward Jacob with a limp in her step.
"What did you do to her?" Lucifer yelled, still fighting to be free, to help the woman he loved.
"A mind possessing powder, it will wear off in an hour or so. When we get to the Upperlands, a mind altering charm will be cast so she will not remember you or her…child." He said in disgust. "But to make sure she never meets the baby…" He stepped forward to the bed that held the crying baby.
"Leave her alone! You touch my daughter, you are dead man Jacob! You hear me? A dead man!"
The Angel ignored the King and leaned over the bed. He's right index finger lit up in a familiar manner. Jacob managed to uncurl the child's tightly closed right fist and touched his index finger to the middle of her palm. The baby screamed in pain as a mark was burned onto her hand. He stepped away after a moment.
"…and he told my Father that it was a special curse the Angel's made for their 'fallen' Angels. The fact that I was half Angel made the curse work, but not as fast as it should have. I was supposed to die on my second birthday, but Dad managed to get a hold of this glove which represses the curse for a few more years.
The poison in the palm of my right hand as been slowly moving up my arm since I was a baby…once it reaches my title markings though…I'll be dead. The poison will attach to my markings and find a direct link to my heart." Santana finished her story, fiddling with the spoon in her bowl. Brittany had silent tears rolling down her cheeks.
"S-so…you're dying?" She asked in a tortured whisper. The Princess simply nodded, not looking up. "Can the curse be broken?"
"By another Angel, yes, but…Not many know how, trust me. My Dad and I have been everywhere." Santana chuckled humorlessly.
"Why not ask your Mom?"
"See, that's just it. In the treaty, part of it anyway, it was stated that I was never to know my Mother's name because they didn't want me to look for her."
Brittany gaped. "That's…what the…They can't just do that!" She finally shouted.
"They can and they did."
"I'll find a way, there is this Angel who lives by me, maybe she can help. She's really smart and knows everything." The Angel got to her feet and placed her bowl of half melted ice cream in the sink, along with Santana's.
"Britt, I don't think that's such a good idea."
"I'm doing it with or without your support, San." Brittany told her in a no nonsense tone. "I just got you and I'm not about to lose you to a stupid curse that was placed on you by stupid, scared little man."
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Yeah, okay." Santana shrugged with a smile. "But promise me that if someone threatens you, you'll stop."
"I promise."
TBC…