Omg guess what, I'm not dead. I haven't updated in ca. a month but I've been... drowning under school-work. Fear not! I have not abandoned this story...! Has anyone watched the first few episodes of spn s12? are you liking it?


Lucifer laughed not unkindly as Gabriel fluttered his wings, glided for a second or two and then fell face-forward into the ground. The younger Archangel shot him a brief glare which only caused Lucifer's laugh to intensify. Lucifer approached his younger brother, still grinning as his laugh abated.

"You're doing it wrong, little brother," Lucifer murmured, placing a hand on the other Archangel's shoulder. "But fear not, we'll get there." Gabriel's adorable little mock-frown wobbled as he looked up at his brother. Then very suddenly, that frown turned into a full-blown grin and Lucifer rolled his eyes; Gabriel was, as usual attempting to trick him into thinking that he was insulted.

Lucifer stretched out his wings, relishing the feeling of the Earth's wind against them and glanced down at Gabriel. The younger Archangel was staring at the appendages with wonder; his little mouth had formed a small, round 'o' and his eyes were complimentarily wide. "Position them like so," Lucifer instructed, jerking Gabriel's attention back to his voice. His little brother nodded feverishly, joined him at the edge of the cliff and then similarly allowed his bright yet considerably smaller wings to stretch out.

The Morning Star nodded patiently. "Good, and now tilt them forwards - yes right like that - and now flap them! At the same time!"

Gabriel let out a small 'mhpf' as he jumped off the cliff - as high as he could - and then proceeded to attempt to gain some thrust. Lucifer rolled his eyes as he watched Gabriel tumble down to the ground: it seemed that taking-off wasn't one of Gabriel's talents. Lucifer didn't move and instead watched with a slightly cocked head as Gabriel continued falling. However his faith in his little brother hadn't been misplaced as suddenly, seconds later, Gabriel's wingspan stretched out in instinct.

Almost instantly, a current of wind caught him and then Gabriel was… gliding. Said Archangel let out a whoop of delight as he continued gliding, using that current of wind to help himself along. Lucifer felt his heart swell with sudden pride and he launched himself after his brother. With one powerful flap of his wings, he transported himself to Gabriel's side.

"Look Luci! I'm flying!" Gabriel's face was flushed and he was grinning from ear to ear - his eyes were wide and his wings were trembling with excitement. Lucifer mirrored his enthusiasm with a large grin and for a moment, nothing else mattered - not even their aunt's furious temper tantrums.

"So you are," Lucifer replied somewhat more calmly and then proceeded to grab his little brother and tickle him all the way back to Heaven.

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"Father has requested your attendance, Lucifer," Michael's voice echoed in the Angel equivalent of a human mind and for a moment, Lucifer just stared ahead, knowing that the time had finally come. A shudder of anticipation and horror shook his body and he felt a sudden wave of betrayal wash over him.

However, it would not do to disobey his Father so blatantly and with a quick flutter of wings, Lucifer transported himself to his Father's garden. Said being was standing over a thorn-bush, gently passing his fingers over it, healing the pesticides that had managed to attach themselves to the plant.

Lucifer watched with vague fascination as almost at once, the bush rightened itself and glowed a little as his Father once more filled it with his presence, as thought to make sure that it had been completely healed of its illness. *1

"My son," his Father murmured as he turned around, a small, proud smile passing his lips. Lucifer bowed his head in acknowledgement and his Father approached him. "My dear son," his Father repeated.

"The time has come, hasn't it?" Lucifer asked after a moment of comfortable, yet uncertain silence. His eyes found his Father's and he felt a sudden ball of apprehension grow in his chest when he saw worry in that face. Their Father was supposed to be absolute; all-powerful and all-knowing, he was not supposed to feel apprehension or worry.

"My sister has been imprisoned… and now, my son, the task falls to you to hold the key." A genuine expression of regret graced his Father's face as he grasped Lucifer's shoulder.

"You have been chosen, Lucifer, because you are the bravest and strongest of all my children. Bear the mark with pride, not with hate and do not let it over-power-"

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-His consciousness jerked to wakefulness in a few seconds flat.

It was odd; it felt like waking from a long, dull slumber to a bright and colourful world. Of course, angels didn't dream or sleep, but his Human side remembered experiencing dreams and the first few moment of wakefulness. He didn't dare open his eyes, sure that someone was probably watching over him; he needed some time to sort everything out first.

He was Lucifer. But not quite - Harry's memory's flowed chaotically through his angelic mind, making him doubt his own identity. Gently he wiggled his fingers, for once actually experiencing the Grace that filled this body to the brim. It felt odd for his Grace to manifest in such a way. The Cage has been a raw, genuine place: in there, he hadn't been restricted to one single human form, instead he had manifested in his majestic, angelic form: a being with three heads, six hundred wings and two tails.

Now however, he could feel Harry's body straining under the power of the Grace: the body felt like a slightly ill-fitting glove which didn't quite allow him to properly bend his fingers. But it would have to do, for the time being anyhow.

Memories swam in and out of focus. Some angelic, some human.

All around him he could hear voices and concentrating on a particularly loud cluster of them, he very suddenly realised that the people speaking were in fact not people but Angels. Harry's body was unused to hearing the subtleties of the Enochian tongue and for a moment, Lucifer had trouble understanding what was being said.

"Lucifer has arisen," whispered one voice in a conspiratory manner. Lucifer scrunched up his forehead; he was pretty sure he recognised that voice.

"The Adversary walks the Earth," said another. There was a grumble from a third entity, who like Lucifer, was eavesdropping on the conversation.

"Bloody hell, Angels are always so melodramatic," said the third Angel and Lucifer actually had to fight his human instincts not to laugh. *2

However, it seemed that Lucifer hadn't quite managed to mask his inner turmoil or amusement, because he suddenly felt someone place a hesitant hand on his shoulder. Almost instantly, Lucifer's upper body shot up into a sitting position; his eyes snapped open and he turned to stare a the owner of said hand: Gabriel.

"My God-"

"-God has nothing to do with anything," Lucifer interrupted cleanly, turning his heavy gaze onto Gabriel. His little brother seemed to almost shrink before him and he lowered his gaze slightly. All of a sudden, Lucifer realised that his wings were spread out in a threatening posture. After so many years of living only as a subconscious thought in the minds the humans he had been reincarnated as, it was only logical that he still had to gain some control over his metaphysical body.

"…Lucifer," the word spilled out from Gabriel's mouth, sounding slightly pitiful. Lucifer took a deep breath. He couldn't deal with this right now: his human emotions conflicting with his own angelic emotions - no, he had to sort them all out first.

He stood up and moved to fly away, when something hot and wet brushed over his hand. For a moment, Lucifer just stared ahead, unsure what had happened; it seemed his angelic mind still hadn't completely adjusted to human touch. Glancing down, Lucifer noticed very suddenly that Gabriel's dog - K9 (a clearly intentional pun) - was staring up at him with the typical stare that humans liked to call 'puppy dog stare'. His head was cocked to the side in confusion as though he understood that logically, this was Harry's body, but it wasn't in fact a Human Harry inhabiting said body.

Gently, and a touch uncertainly, Lucifer pressed the tips of his fingers onto K-9's head. The corgi preened a little and let out an uncharacteristic purr. The Archangel smiled softly; he saw it now, the Grace and the latent power churning inside the dog. Somehow, Gabriel had managed to find a dog that could hold a portion of his Grace and his overpowering Trickster magic so that his own body wouldn't implode from both energies. And over the years, somehow, this odd collection of energy had mutated into a new dog soul, infused with Trickster magic and Grace, causing the dog to be overly-intelligent and sensitive to energies and souls.

"We had to separate Harry's magic from your Grace so that you could survive," Gabriel said somewhat quietly. It seemed that even after all of these years, his respect for and slight fear of Lucifer had not waned. Said Archangel raised an eyebrow as he examined his own inner energies. Harry's soul - that had been composed of his own Grace - had reverted itself into it's primal ingredient and was currently chumming up the rest of his Grace. Harry's magic was gone; but it had left an unexpected human imprint.

Letting out a low hum, Lucifer glanced at Gabriel again. "Indeed."

"So, uh, how do you feel, Luci?" The Archangel in question shot his brother a sharp glance: it had been a long time since anyone had called him that.

Lucifer cocked his head to the side, gazing at his brother with mock confusion. "Do you mean… am I going on a murdering spree anytime soon?" He asked in a mockingly high tone. Gabriel coughed uncomfortably and shifted on his three-legged stool.

When it became evident that Gabriel wasn't going to answer him verbally, Lucifer rightened himself and smirked somewhat coldly. "You wouldn't have woken me if you hadn't thought that I would be on your side, Gabriel. Your faith in me really does astound me," Lucifer said completely sincerely. "I would have thought that you would… doubt the Devil's word."

"The Devil also happens to be my brother," Gabriel replied with a sudden, unexpected fire in his eye. Lucifer cocked his head to the side again.

"Abel's brother was also a murderer," Lucifer pointed out with a small smirk.

"Do you want me to view you as a murderer?" Gabriel replied scathingly and for a moment, Lucifer's facade dropped and he deflated.

"That was never my intention, brother," Lucifer said lowly, gaze dropping briefly. Gabriel's body gave a small shudder at being called that; it seemed he'd been craving his family too. "I was prideful and so sure that I was right." Lucifer folded his hands behind his back, uncertain as to what exactly one should do with such appendages. "Father created a perfect world, wondrous, infallible and beautiful and then," he bared his teeth slightly in disgust, "He created Humans."

"I thought you prayed for forgiveness in the cage - I thought you recognised your mistakes," Gabriel said, frowning. Lucifer laughed hollowly.

"Oh, yes, I prayed for forgiveness - for reacting the way I did. I will never apologise for my opinion, though. Humans were and always will be abominations compared to the purity of our Father. They do not deserve to be created in His image; that is my problem with them."

Gabriel bit his lip uncertainly, evidently having some trouble accepting what Lucifer was telling him. Said Archangel snorted derisively. "I was the virtuous one, I was the Light-Bringer and I was just and I was right. Father came to us and told us that His acceptance of us was going to be predicated upon this: We had to love and admire the virtueless Humans and we had to serve them. I refused and then I was disowned," Lucifer bit out. He felt a certain, familiar fire start up in his gut and he stomped it down. No, his father had already forgiven him for his actions - he would not start another rebellion.

"I think," he continued eagerly when he noticed that some measure of acceptance and understanding had appeared in Gabriel's eyes. "I am righteous in claiming that my sense of justice was completely violated - because my virtue was being held as the servant device."

"That isn't a justification for the crap you did, Luce," Gabriel whispered somewhat forlornly. Lucifer licked his drying lips and then gently shook his head.

"No, it isn't - my reaction was not just nor virtuous. This is a justification for my belief." For a moment, the entire room was completely silent. Downstairs, Lucifer could hear the dull mumble of conversation and if he concentrated enough, he could even sense Castiel's underwhelming Grace - compared to Gabriel's anyhow. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Lucifer could still hear the Angels' conversations which were by now merely whispers. In the cage, Lucifer had been deprived from this intimate connection with his family and now that he had it, he suddenly felt more at home than he had for several millennia.

As for his little brother; the other Archangel was still sitting on the stool, eyes wide with sudden realisation as though he finally understood, as though he finally had all of the facts and could finally, properly evaluate the situation. "I understand," Gabriel finally said quietly and for a moment, Lucifer knew what acceptance and family was.

"Tell the Winchesters… that I am alright," Lucifer said, standing up again and readying his wings for flight. "I will be back very soon."

And just as he was taking off, Lucifer felt a small, mischievous smirk crawl onto his lips and he wiggled his fingers. In an instant, the third leg of Gabriel's rickety stool snapped. For a moment, the stool balanced on two legs, but Gabriel - like any other physical form on Earth - was no match for gravity and he toppled to the ground with a resounding crash.

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Hell was familiar and Lucifer as it's God and Leader knew every inch, every nook and crevice as though it were his own body. Nevertheless, it had never felt like home, nor did it feel like it now. The hot flames of despair, hate and sin licked at his wings, which in an environment such as this, could be seen by those who knew and understood what they were. *3

He had arrived in the Vestibule of Hell - a generally harmless circle of Hell. It served as a welcome to those who arrived here after death. It was here where souls were grabbed by various demons and brought to their corresponding circle of Hell. As such, a banner hung from the gates: Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate, the Italian version of the phrase 'Abandon all hope, ye who enter here'.

Flight was hard in Hell so Lucifer has restricted to passing - floating - from place to place in a mixture of an avatar of his true form and his human body. He crossed the river Acheron without much trouble and quickly found himself in the actual first circle of Hell: Limbo. Virgil resided here and lorded over his subjects: the unbaptised and the virtuous pagans, who although not sinful, had not accepted Christ.

This was also coincidentally the administrational area of Hell and specifically: the place where he was most likely to find the King of Hell. Hell was supposed to me a metaphysical plane; a place where people who upon arriving in the vestibule judged themselves and then tortured themselves with remorse and their own sins for eternity… However, it seemed that someone had restructured it into a fallacy - a parody - of what it had once been.

Demons crawled all over the place, snatching souls and torturing them out of pure glee. This was not how Hell was supposed to function; this was not the Hell that he had once built brick by brick. Feeling his anger growing, Lucifer descended deeper into the first circle of Hell, in search for the Palace that he was most certainly sure that… Crowley had built.

And there! There it was: a dark romanesque castle. It stood at the edge of the Asphodel Fields, towering over the souls of tortured human souls who were in turn, being tortured by Demon souls. Some Demons turned to stare at him as he passed, sensing his overpowering Grace; a source of light that was rarely found here in Hell.

A guard stood by the gates and he bowed deeply upon seeing Lucifer; evidently these Demons still believed him to be their father and their lord. Well, Lucifer had no problem exploiting that as long as he could. Servants and members of the court of Hell turned to stare at him as he walked past them; many bowed, some shook with fear and awe while Lucifer's light - his angelic Grace - cast beautiful rays of light in the dark corridors.

And then finally he arrived at the dead centre of the castle: the throne room. He barely even glanced at the guards standing at the doors and they bowed deeply, shaking with terror; the doors were swung open and Lucifer languidly strolled in.

Crowley was seated on his throne, eyes wandering over some kind of scroll. Lucifer almost snorted. A salesman on the throne of Hell? This was the reason why Hell's original principles, it's original structure had been destroyed to be replaced with… this.

"L-Lucifer," Crowley mumbled when he sensed exactly who - what - had come into this throne room. His eyes were wide and filled with fear; but then again, Lucifer couldn't really blame him, after all, the last time he had met this Demon he had terrified him into revealing how to summon Death.

"Yes - our conversation is long overdue, don't you agree?" He asked in a bland tone. Crowley slipped off his throne only to fall to his knees. Lucifer rolled his eyes at the extreme display of fear. Crowley would never lower himself to such standards unless he was sucking up to someone. Nevertheless, he was nodding feverishly with clear sincerity in his expression which Lucifer didn't buy for a second.

"Don't grovel, Crowley. Even for you that's disgusting," Lucifer paused as Crowley stood up and stared straight ahead like a good little soldier. Still sucking up, then. "You are a… salesman, Demon. You are not fit to be King of such a realm."

Crowley's jaw floundered for a moment and Lucifer smirked. "You run this place as one would a corporation. Hell was not meant to be like this."

"Might I inquire as to what your intentions, regarding Hell are, sire?" Crowley asked with a completely false tone of sincerity. Lucifer was sure that if he gave the Demon a chance to kill him or even just maim or entrap him, Crowley would seize it. Backstabbing cockroach.

Lucifer cocked his head to the side. "Hell was not meant to be restrained in such a way. The vestibule exists for a reason - people were meant to judge themselves there and then their respective guilt and remorse was to be enough punishment. That is, after all, the ultimate human torture. You have transformed it into a parody - deals and contracts with Humans? Those are cheap tricks, Crowley. Only a coward would use such tricks," he paused and straightened his head.

"Demons disgust me, more so than humans," Lucifer said and patted Crowley's cheek condescendingly while the Demon's eyes bulged slightly. "I have no wish to reign over Hell; in actual fact, I would much rather see you burn," he said in a matter-of-fact tone. "But, your existence as the lights opposite holds the world in a balance. I once tried to disturb that balance and nothing good came of it." *4

"Am I to be King then?" Crowley said in a chocked voice. Lucifer smirked amusedly.

"Azazel would be a good replacement."

"The yellow-eyed-Demon?" Crowley exclaimed, surprise colouring his tone.

Lucifer's frown deepened. "Yes, I believe that is what he is called."

"John Winchester offed him!" Crowley couldn't help the delight that coloured his voice. Evidently he assumed that if Azazel was gone, then he was next on the list. Lucifer's frown deepened. Well, that certainly put a dent in his plans. Everything would have gone much quicker with Azazel at his side; his loyal servant since he became a Demon… for a Demon he had had a certain curious wit and intellect, which most lacked.

"And what of the Knights of Hell? All murdered too?" They had still seen the glory of Hell when it had still worked as it should. Crowley twitched uncomfortably.

"All dead - except for Cain. He has exiled himself."

Lucifer moved away from Crowley and paced for a bit, considering his options. Finally, he turned back to Crowley. "Very, well, I command you to find Cain. Until such time, you will remain King of Hell and begin restructuring it."

He flapped his wings once and was gone before Crowley even had the chance to retort.

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It was the 31st of October. Halloween. The first day of Allhallowtide. Day of Samhain. However, out of all of these titles, the one that stuck out the most was 'Death of Lily and James Potter' and 'Defeat of the Dark Lord'. Lucifer supposed that this was his life as Harry Potter influencing his thought process. He felt remorse and sorrow and he mourned their deaths. It felt alien though, to mourn another's death when he had not known these people.

Nevertheless, it seemed as though he had been sufficiently influenced by Harry's memories to feel guilt for not showing his parents respect and mourning. As such, he now sat in the church adjacent to the cemetery where Harry's parents were buried.

The church was largely empty, a few people were mumbling to themselves or holding a rosary and praying. It confused Lucifer that all of these people could have such a devotion to his Father and that many loved him so unconditionally. Many made excuses for him; for his absence, for his inactivity, yet Lucifer couldn't fathom believing in his Father as much as he had before his Fall.

And also sitting at one such bench - third one from the front - was Lucifer. An old lady was sitting a few metres away, praying, but occasionally she shot him odd stares; he assumed it was because of his slightly singed clothes - Hell was, after all, not a walk in the park. Laying next to him, was however, a bag. This bag was filled with three of the probably most invaluable religious texts of all time. Three tablets; all filled with little scribblings that the Scribe of God, Metatron had once jotted down. One about the Leviathans, another about Demons and the last one about Angels.

It was the latter one that interested Lucifer the most:after all, it had the potential to tell him how to defeat Michael. Lucifer licked his lips uncertainly: Michael was as usual being a moron, a completely complacent and obedient son. So long as he behaved in such a way, there would be no way to resolve their current situation. It infuriated him that Michael refused to think independently; that he refused to question orders that had been given to him thousands of years ago.

There had to have been a reason why their Father had released Lucifer from the Cage and while the Fallen Archangel disliked Him and His methods, it was also fairly evident that said entity did not want to start the Apocalypse. He had thrown His original plan down the rubbish shoot; why couldn't Michael see that?

"You seem troubled," said a low but concerned voice. Lucifer's eyes wandered from his eyes and the father - the priest - that now stood before him. His expression was kind and his eyebrows were drawn into a concerned frown. Lucifer snorted.

"Yeah, you could say that." The father waited for a further explanation, but when nothing came, he pushed the bag with the tablets to the side and sat down next to Lucifer. Said Archangel was biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from cracking a smile at the irony of it all - a father consorting with the Devil?

"And what is it that troubles you?" The father said kindly. Lucifer turned to him, a sceptical look in his eye. A priest - a human - was trying to psychoanalyse him? Like Hell that was gonna happen.

"Murder, the Apocalypse, also my Dad is pretty pissed at me and I'm probably going to have to kill some of my brothers and my sisters," Lucifer said in a very matter-of-fact tone and a small smirk curled his lips upwards when he saw the father's eyes budge in shock.

"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit," the father said slowly, as if unsure what to say; then again, if Lucifer were a human he would be too.

"Oh wow, Satan in a church? Who'd a thunk it?"

Both, the priest and Lucifer spun around in search for the owner of the new voice: Gabriel sat, sprawled over one of the benches in the row behind Lucifer's, sucking on a lollypop. He looked completely at ease - in his element - as he stared straight at Lucifer, a smug smirk playing on his lips. Lucifer rolled his eyes, used to Gabriel's erratic and trickster-y antics… and oddly, he welcomed them; it was like having a family again.

The father, however, was intermittently staring at Lucifer and Gabriel; eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. Noticing his expression, Gabriel's smirk widened and he snapped his fingers. A cartoon-like set of bright red horns appeared on Lucifer's head and a large, bright yellow ring of light materialised on top of Gabriel's. "Yeah - that's the Devil and I'm Gabriel."

For a moment, the father's mouth floundered speechlessly and he started blinking rapidly as though trying to figure out wether it was just a hallucination; even Lucifer had to snort a little. But looking around at the lack of reactions from other people, he realised that Gabriel had covered them with some sort of cloak of invisibility that only the father could see through.

Ignoring the father, Lucifer turned back to Gabriel. "How did you find me, Gabriel?"

Said Archangel rolled his eyes. "You do realise that omens follow you wherever you go?" Lucifer made an 'ah' sound and reigned his Grace in: in his anger towards Crowley, and his own sudden awakening, he'd forgotten about hiding his own Grace away.

"Th-The-" Came the sudden stutter from the father's direction and both Archangel's turned to stare at him. The poor man was shaking; he had raised a trembling finger and was pointing it at Lucifer. "The Devil is a-among us!" He exclaimed in a horrified whisper.

"Yeah and we're also in a church; since we're stating the obvious, father," Lucifer replied, somewhat snarkily, before turning back to face Gabriel, now completely dismissing the priest.

Gabriel's smirk had widened and with another snap of his fingers, his illusions disappeared and then with another snap, the priest's entire outfit changed to a 'sexy-devil halloween costume'. The father shrieked out loud and bolted to a nearby ante-chamber. Lucifer let out a (fond!) long-suffering sigh and grabbed the leather bag with the tablets. This action caused Gabriel's gaze to zero on the bag; his eyebrows skyrocketed and he lout out a low whistle.

"Shoulda known that you knew where the tablets were," Gabriel remarked. Lucifer shrugged.

"How do you think I had the power to start the rebellion that I initiated?" Gabriel cocked his head to the side, considering the thought before he came to a sudden realisation and he bolted upright and grasped Lucifer's wrist.

"You're not starting another rebellion, are you?"

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "No, but I distinctly remember Father dictating to Metatron about the gates of Heaven and how to close them. I need the spell and for that I need-"

"-the Prophet," Gabriel finished for him, looking grim. Seeing the disapproving look in Gabriel's eye, Lucifer elaborated:

"We have three of the four rings - we could send Michael into the cage… but that wouldn't be right, Gabriel. We were meant to fight-" Lucifer jerked his arm back. "-but I'm not going to. The Angels need to resolve their issues amongst themselves before they can truly help the humans and for that they need to be isolated-"

"-So you wanna shut the gates of Heaven," Gabriel said sharply. Lucifer licked his lips uncomfortably.

"The last perfect thing that our Father created was the Earth and Humans have been progressively destroying it in the last few thousands of years. If - when - Michael and I fight, our battle will end up spilling onto the Earth and I will not be responsible for destroying it."

"But the rings-" Gabriel started, but Lucifer was already shaking his head.

"-The rings would only be a temporary solution, little brother. We have to tackle the root of this problem, not the symptoms. And the root is the lack of individual thought and the skewed mission that many Angels still believe in." Lucifer raised his head slightly in defiance, challenging Gabriel to disagree with him. "It's our best option, Gabriel, and you know it."

The other Angel's gaze dropped to the ground and he briefly closed his eyes. It seemed that mingling with humans for so many eons had affected him more than it had any other Angel: his gestures and manner were distinctly human. "Fine… I know I'm gonna regret this later, Luce, but yeah… fine."

The tiniest of smiles appeared on Lucifer's lips and he gently grasped Gabriel's shoulder, and that was all the 'thank you' that the younger Archangel needed.

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The house looked even worse than even Bobby's, and that was saying something. Lucifer had attempted to fly right into the house, but Gabriel had jerked him back, saying that humans generally got frightened shitless if you appeared in the middle of their living room. So they had appeared just around the block and were now slowly approaching the large, slightly run-down house.

When Lucifer attempted to take the lead, Gabriel playfully shoved him to the side and knocked on the door. Lucifer shot him an annoyed glare, before rightening himself and turning his attention to the now slowly opening door.

"Yeah?" Said a weak-ish voice from the other side. The door opened a few more inches and a head popped out from the crack.

"We're, uh, listen, can we just come in?" Gabriel said with a grin that he was sure looked more like a 'I'm about to prank you' smirk.

The Prophet - Chuck Shurely - wrinkled his nose and glanced over his shoulder. Lucifer and Gabriel heard giggling sounds. "It's not a good time." It was only now that Gabriel noticed that the man was wearing nothing but a robe. "Ok, awkwaaard," Gabriel sung under his breath.

"Well, he's almost as adventurous as Luke," Gabriel remarked to Lucifer who smirked a little.

"L-Luke Skywalker?" Chuck asked uncertainly and Lucifer shot Gabriel a 'this is the prophet?' stare. *5

"Ah, no. Less fictitious," Lucifer remarked, voice completely controlled and betraying no emotions. Gabriel rolled his eyes and pushed past Chuck who let out an indignant shout. When Lucifer had shut the door behind him, Gabriel turned to the prophet.

"Dude - that's breaking and entering! You can't just barge in here like that!" Chuck exclaimed, grabbed the phone (which was still emitting giggling sounds) and cancelled the call, before starting to dial the emergency number.

"I wouldn't do that," Lucifer said in a low tone and Gabriel shot him a concerned glance; his brother's temple was sometimes a bit… volatile. Chuck's finger hovered briefly over the green button.

"Why the hell not? You barge into my house, threaten me-"

"I am Gabriel and this is my brother Lucifer," Gabriel said in a conversational tone. Chuck's next words died right in his mouth and for a moment or two he just blinked at them.

"And we need you to help us-" Lucifer pulled out the angel tablet, "-translate this."


So, hi! I hope you're still reading this story... I understand if you have chosen to stop... I haven't updated in a while. Sorry! Also: only one or two chapters left to write... so grab some snacks and popcorn and get ready for the grand finale! wooooo!

also, if you have requests for oneshots or smth, don't hesitate to drop an ask in my tumblr (tardisdementor)!

References:

1. Reference to the Thornbush that was engulfed in flames when God was communicating with Moses. (bible)

2. Idk if you realised but the third, rude angel was Balthasar.

3. Lucifer's trip to Hell is inspired by Dante's Inferno. Give it a read - it's really, really interesting (at least look it up on wikipedia)

4. So far, I'm hating how they are representing Lucifer in season 12 of supernatural. SPOILERS: I really, really hate the fact that Lucifer told Crowley that he wants to rule Hell... whaaat? Lucifer hates demons! Besides, they've turned this incredibly complex character into a little one-dimensional bad-guy and I hate it. Also, I want Mark Pellegrino back.

5. So I guess you don't really need to know star wars to know that Luke Skywalker is from Star Wars. But the person Gabriel is talking about, is Luke, the prophet.

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