Stating the Obvious: The following fanfic is a sequel to "Final Prophecy" (because, apparently, I can't quit these two).

Disclaimer: I have no right over the Prophecy franchise, the movies, the characters and whatnot. Nor am I versed in the mythology of the movies as a whole.

Author's Note: I am ever so glad that the previous chapter didn't have you all rioting for my head :-) to XinnLajgin, yes, I agree, when it comes to my writing, I am a special kind of mean but I'm glad you're enjoying it, to a point ^.~ and welcome Xand'r Coldhearted! Wow, you read them all? I found myself having to read them all again, in one night, so I could finish this installment and connect it all in my mind, so I know that's no easy feat, and thank you for the kind words! I think my favorite part about the previous chapter is subtly showing that Lucifer has changed, to a point, but he hasn't realized it yet. It took an outsider, someone that only knows him by reputation to say, he's not at all what he's supposed to be...how true that is!

And you might wonder, how crazier can I get? Oh, this chapter will give evidence to many other crazy things. RATED X again, due to intercourse, consensual this time, thank goodness, and have fun guessing who. I do admit, this one I tweaked, a lot, during the proofreading process (don't you just hate it when she becomes he when it's really meant to be she?)

Chapter 12. Prisoners of War

Heaven help me
For the way I am
Save me from
These evil deeds
Before I get them done

"Criminal" Fiona Apple

Allison puts Danielle in her bassinet, with the most beautiful white drape canopy, keeping out the light from the windows.

She's had her fill, for now, and Allison isn't really a gifted singer, but she hums a song in her head, hoping it'll help lull her into a deeper sleep before she leaves to try and find Simon.

"I am glad to see you are well."

Allison turns sharply, seeing the woman behind the voice, and it's no one she recognizes. Her hair is long, cascading in long curls, she's wearing a dark green cloak to match her eyes, her skin fair, and she is taller, not just in height but in presence.

"Do not be frightened, I mean you no harm. My name is Morgan. You may know me better as Morgan le Fey."

Allison blinks, stupefied, because, yes, she knows her myths and legends, "Wait, you're real?" She's whispering and then decides it's better to take the conversation outside the baby's room. She slips out, and Morgan moves away as Allison closes the baby's door, leaving it slightly ajar in case she wakes up.

They're both in her bedroom and Allison can hear other voices in the house - which serves more as a cabin, from the looks of the logs and wooden floor.

"Why wouldn't I be real? Oh," she chuckles, "Yes, I realize your world may have a different view of us than what was lived, but I assure you, I am here by the will of the Gods, to aid you and Simon in any way I can."

She blinks, something Morgan said resonating in her head. "Gods?" Allison's mind is reeling, years of theology smacking her in the face, "You mean God." She's been through enough with angels and demons, she doesn't know if her mind can include mythology and paganism all in one room.

"Allison," Simon walks into the room, smiling sheepishly, "You must forgive Allison, Morgan, she's...a bit overwhelmed."

"I can't say I'd blame her," an old man walks in, and Allison's eyes widen. She observes his long white beard, strange blue eyes, same mystical appearance as Morgan...she knows he's not Santa Claus.

You've got to be kidding me.

"Let me guess," she swallows, "Merlin?"

The old man laughs, "Why, yes, you flatter me with your deduction, Allison."

"Simon," Allison warns, hands closed in fists. She doesn't know what's going on and, as a mother, a protective one at that, she needs to know what they're dealing with, what their situation is. So far, all she knows is Simon fell, Gabriel helped him move her, and they're in the country, hidden and protected from Lilith's minions. Simon had left out the little detail of added companions.

"To make a long story short, Allison," Simon approaches the topic carefully, "some myths are as true as angels and demons. They change over time, they change depending on the author, and while I know that your knowledge on the Bible is extensive, I should also remind you that it was written by men who only witnessed the dark side of magick, but not all magick is evil, just as not all angels are good. Like many things in the Bible, they are open to interpretation."

"Oh my God," she sits down on the bed, then scoffs half a laugh, "if only the Catholic church was here to hear this. The Pope would not be pleased."

At this, they all smile. Simon sighs in relief, "Well, some truths are harder to swallow than others, but it's nice to see your humor is still intact. The good news is, they're here to help us, they've been released to us to help hide and defend us from anything that might come knocking our way. The bad news, they're not the only ones wandering around."

"What do you mean?"

"Others have been resurrected," Morgan explains, sitting next to Allison, a hand on her leg, comforting her, "Sorcerers, Warlocks, Necromancers," she says the last word with some disdain. "The other side is using them as tools of war."

"The other side?" Allison turns to Simon, "You don't mean Lilith."

Simon shakes his head, "No, Lucifer's allies...they've formed a rebel faction. From what I was able to see, he's entrusted one of his high commanders to gather as many supernatural soldiers as he can to wage war against Lilith."

"That's good, isn't it? If she's gone, then there might be a chance for good to win."

No one says anything, and only Simon has the heart to look her in the eye, "That depends." He crouches down so that he's almost at eye level,though he still has to look up, and he takes Allison's hands into his. "Lucifer is Lilith's property, meaning he'll be fighting on the wrong side. I think he's making them do this so that they actually stand a chance against large numbers. The problem is, even if they fight against him, they won't kill him. They'll try to hold him, at best. He won't be easy to kill and I doubt anyone capable of ripping out the heart of the very person they're fighting for."

Allison's heart starts to speed up - bump bump bump.

"So, you're telling me, in order for us to win, someone has to kill him, to beat the side he's standing on?" Allison tries to be okay with it - being okay with it means fighting for a world her daughter could live in, one God could bestow his mercy upon rather than cleanse and destroy, and possibly letting her father die.

"I fear it may not be so simple," Merlin frowns.

"There's more?" Allison looks up at the old man, the frustration clear on her face, before she locks eyes with Simon.

"Lucifer is the only reason Lilith has the upper hand in this battle. While he leads her army, they stand a good chance at winning. Their best chance is bringing Lilith down, but to do that, they'll have to survive the first wave of soldiers, of which, if she has any sense, Lucifer will lead. When, and if, Lucifer falls," Simon chooses his words carefully, "and Lilith's side is weakened...Allison, we have to take advantage of that moment and use your baby."

Allison pulls her hands away from his in an instant, "No."

"Allison, let me finish," he takes her hands back, grips them so hard, she digs her nails into his skin, but he doesn't even flinch. "Your baby is the product of heaven and hell. She is the product of a love so...fervid, it gave an angel back his wings."

There's a sudden silence and Allison lets the last part sink in. "What?"

Simon smiles, his eyes softening, and he raises one hand to cup her cheek. "He doesn't know it yet but... Lucifer is an archangel. When he sacrificed himself for you, to save that girl, He gave him back his wings, but it's dormant, waiting for him to make the one choice that will awaken its purpose. It's because of this that your baby is so special, Allison. Lilith has a soothsayer. She knows this baby is special and that she can end this war. That's where they come in." He nods at Merlin and Morgan, "They will use their magick to push every single demon back into whatever hole they came from and after that, it's up to God to decide if this world deserves another chance, or if it will be cleansed, and those worthy of His mercy will return to His embrace. Your child is proof of that."

"No. He'll use her. He'll take her from me. He can't...I won't!"

"Allison," his grip on her hands is tighter, "You can't lose your faith, not now. Remember Abraham. Have faith. Trust Him."

She closes her eyes, pulling down his hand from her cheek, "How can you say this...after all this time of watching over me, of seeing what happens to the faithful, to me, how..."

"Because I have have faith, not just in Him, but in you. I never stopped having faith in you. I have watched over humanity for as long as I can remember and you would be surprised how much you can all survive in the worst kind of circumstances. You just need one person to believe in you, one person to help you through, and I have tried being that one person for you. I may not be of much use to you now, Allison, but I will always have faith in you, no matter what form I take."

She opens her eyes and sees his face, a tear falling down his cheek, and she knows he means it. "She's just a baby. She's our baby."

"I know, and I'm sorry. I know what I'm asking of you...I'm asking you to trust me, not just with your life, but with your child."

Allison knows that, even if she wanted to, she doesn't have a choice; Simon may be human, but the other two? They're, well, magick, which she thinks may be just as worse as angels. If she tries to run, then she risks Lilith finding her, and that fate will be much worse than what they have in mind.

In the end, it's always about choosing the lesser of two evils.

"Can you promise me that nothing will happen to her? Can you swear to me, on your God, on all of your Gods, that you can keep her safe?" She locks eyes with them, all of them, her stare hard and dangerous.

"I can." Morgan is the first to respond, "I know what it is like losing a child and I would never, ever wish that upon any mother. I will appear with the child, when Merlin calls on me, and then, I will release her light into the field of battle. I will keep her safe, at any cost."

"Thank you," she smiles at the other woman, before locking eyes on Simon again, "Then I have one condition."

"Name it." Simon is already willing; they've asked so much of her, the least he can do try to meet her demands somehow.

"I want to be there."

His eyes widen, "Allison, I-"

"Don't. I will be there. I've been sitting on the bench long enough. I'm not pregnant and I'm not a porcelain doll. I'm a nephalim, and I'm a mother. I can fight. At the very least, I can try, and if you're going to use my daughter as a way to win this war, I have every right to be there."

"She speaks the truth," Merlin agrees, "Morgan can teach her. Simon, better that she is a weapon against our foe than a tool to be used against us. Once the war begins, every being on this earth will be exposed to its madness."

"Fine," Simon mutters under his breath, "Fine. If that's what you want, but I can't protect you. Once we're in that battlefield, it's every man, and woman, for himself."

"I understand," she nods.

"Your training can begin tomorrow, as soon as you are ready," Morgan stands, her hands joined on her lap. "I would recommend rest, for now, you will need it."

Merlin nods, politely, before being the first to leave, and Morgan follows.

Allison looks down at her hands - their hands - before locking eyes with Simon. Can she trust him? Hasn't she always? He moves to sit next to her, letting her rest her head on his shoulder and she feels his lips on her head.

"Sleep, Allison. You'll need your strength. Danielle will need it, too."

It makes her heart twist, but she nods, wiping away a frustrated tear and she watches him leave, returns his warm smile, but once he closes the door, her shoulders fall and she feels so very tired.

Simon. Her guardian angel. He gave up his wings to keep her safe, to save her child, and she's about to risk her safety just so she can see Lucifer. Once in the battlefield, she can see him, she can tell him about Danielle, and they can figure out something together. They can be reunited somehow.

Somehow, she'll save him, and her daughter. If what Simon said is true, and he is an arch, she just has to help keep him alive until they can figure out a way to use it to their advantage.

She just has to bide her time and get ready for what's to come.

Nimue walks across the halls of their underground hideout, seeing her sisters at work; some of them are sorcerers from the isles, others from another place and time, anything that might aid them in their battle against Lilith.

They're only a rebel faction, their numbers are small, and the presence of magick reassures the demons in some way, that they may have a chance, to call on the powers of nature.

However, sorcerers do not use their powers so carelessly, and they would never harm an innocent, but these fallen are far from innocent...so, in their own way, while they are still being an instrument to the Gods, some of them have fallen into blind, wild lust, for amongst the fallen, one cannot easily remain chaste, and Nimue hopes that their actions are seen as instruments of this war; a necessary evil.

Very similar to the one she is about to commit.

She walks into the room where Azazel is, looming over a table, trying to calculate a strategy; Beelzebub had informed him of Lucifer's last orders. Nimue is meant to be the leader, but of course, Azazel won't allow that so easily, so she's allowed to lead the sorcerers, to contribute and counsel them, but the fallen will not follow her - they will not follow a sorceress who had once turned against their cause.

She hadn't bothered to argue - she can lead through Azazel, even if he doesn't know it quite yet.

"You presence is distracting, Nimue, if you have something to say, please, say it," he's still looking down at the table.

She closes the door behind her.

"I need two things from you, Azazel."

"Just two?" He glances up, sees in her usual closed cloak, looking as pure and dangerous as ever, before he turns his attention back to the table.

"Your book. The book." That makes him look, his attention now on her. "We are outnumbered. We may be powerful, but we are mortal, easily destroyed by the hands of your kind. We are nothing more than pawns to strengthen your army and distract the enemy. With your book, I may be able to find a spell strong enough to weaken the enemy so that we may all have an equal chance."

"Or," he walks around the table, his hands touching the edges of it, "You can use a spell to weaken all fallen, making it easier for us to kill each other. Really, Nimue, do you think I'm an idiot?"

She has to play this very carefully, she has to earn his trust; she remembers what Lucifer had said. Azazel loves her. He did not want to bring her back, why? Because she is a weakness, she is someone whom he enjoyed, increasingly so, and then she rejected him and found peace, away from his tutelage.

"You mistake my intentions, Azazel," she sighs, feigning tiredness.

"Do I?" He crosses his arms, leaning his back on the table. "Please, enlighten me, what are your intentions, other than helping us win this war? Why should you want us to prevail when, clearly, we're as damned as the army we'll be fighting?"

"You brought me back," she whispers, trying to find the words. "I have been gone for so long...I have been at peace and, yet, when I saw you, feelings I hadn't felt in centuries, it all came back to me. I felt a fire inside me burn...it burns in me still, Azazel," she's managed to procure tears, and she covers her mouth, trying to force a smile. "When I met Lucifer, he told me...he told me why he's doing this. He wants to rule again, but more importantly, he wants her safe. If he can love, and be loved, then why shouldn't we... I want to live, Azazel. I want us all to live. I want another chance at a different choice."

Azazel's face is stoic and, she can tell by his Adam's apple, he's having trouble swallowing.

After a long silence, he clears his throat. "I will have the book in your hands as soon as I'm done here. There is a spell that may be of use," he mutters, with some hesitance. He sighs, "I wrote it with the intent of using it in our battle against heaven, but it never worked for me, for any of us. Lucifer surmised He had something to do with it. I later discovered it could work against one of us, once I allowed a witch to use it. You could imagine my surprise when I discovered I could not use it," he sighs, "I wrote that spell and yet, He enforced it with light magic, to where only a sorcerer, wielder of light, could draw enough energy to defeat that which He bestowed," his smile is bitter, clearly annoyed by the omnipotence of their Father. "But you must understand the risks. If you do this, you will be using light magic, you will be revealing yourself to Lilith and her army. However you mean to use it, it better work the first time, for I can't guarantee a second chance, nor that the barrier of the camp will hold once we leave."

She has it, she's convinced him, but she knows she's not done. If she's going to do this, she has to ensure he doesn't doubt her - doesn't even question her intentions - because once she has the book, she will be doing things that may raise suspicion, something she cannot afford. Like he said, she only has one chance to do this, one try.

"I understand, I can take the proper precautions against them. As for my second request..."

"Oh, right," he responds, suddenly remembering, "if you want the use of my potions and items, you're welcome to them-"

"Thank you," she interrupts, trying to get this out before she changes her mind, "but that's not what I want." She lifts her hand to untie the binds of the cloak, letting it fall to the floor, exposing her naked body to him. She looks down for a moment, feeling ashamed, her cheeks burning. "As I said, Azazel, I want to live. I want this life..."

She feels his hand lifting her chin to return his gaze, and he's in front of her, his breathing somewhat labored. "Another chance at a different choice?"

Her lip trembles, and she knows he'll probably think it due to her inexperience, her purity, her goodness - if only he knew. "Yes."

He cups her face and kisses her; he's surprisingly gentle, pushing her against the closed door. He tastes...sweet, warm, and when she opens his mouth to him, he seizes the opportunity and his tongue seeks hers, massaging it with absolute tenderness.

He breaks the kiss, moving to her shoulders, and she's breathless, shaking, as he kisses her chest, cupping one breast and his mouth finds the other and softly bites her nipple. She moans, her hands in his luscious hair. His lips leave kisses over her stomach until finally, he lifts one leg and rests it over her shoulder as he kisses her folds. She's incoherent now, utterly lost, as he teases her clit, tracing circles with his tongue, sucking on the most intimate parts of her and relishing in the taste of her as she has never before experienced.

She's becoming embarrassingly loud, calling his name, and she can feel the intensity build, her legs beginning to shake but he keeps her in place, his arms strong in their intent. She can't last much longer.

"Azazel!" She screams, shaking and convulsing, breathing so hard, she can't open her eyes. He sweeps her off her feet and she doesn't have the energy to argue, her arms dangling, as she hears objects clattering - he's clearing the table - and sets her down.

She opens her eyes to see him undressing - she had never seen him naked. She had only seen him shirtless once, that had been tempting at the time, but now, in all his glory and perfection, she curses Lucifer, for she knows she's opening a door she had once walked away from with good reason.

He positions himself above her and kisses her again. She welcomes his lips, buries her hand in his hair and with the other, she caresses his shoulder, his back and his buttocks, squeezing them, feeling his length against her already wet folds.

He presses his forehead against hers, their breath mingling, "Is this what you want? Are you sure?"

And that nearly breaks her; Azazel has a reputation, such a reputation, she knows he's not one to ask twice. She kisses him again and bites his lower lip, pulling in on it after she's done. "My only regret," she says, her words not her own, speaking purely on instinct. "My only regret was knowing that I could never be with you because of what you are...things have changed now. I am changed. I want you, Azazel. I want this. I want us."

He's kissing her again, no longer gentle, and she feels him enter her, slowly, and he buries his head on the crook of her neck, kissing, nibbling. She's digging her fingernails into his back, calling his name, moaning with every thrust, as the speed picks up and she can hear the table scraping the floor with their movements.

He's grunting wildly, pounding into her body as if he meant to turn their bodies into one single being.

Her legs are wrapped around him now and she's urging him on with each moan of his name, each touch of her fingers, and she doesn't want it to stop.

She meets another release, one he meets with his own, and he collapses on her as they both catch their breath. She's brushing his hair and part of her knows she has damned herself; perhaps, forgiveness could be sought, but for now...she has a role to play.

"Again," she whispers into his ear and she feels him chuckle.

"I am happy to oblige, my lady," he places a soft kiss on her lips before standing from the table. She sits up but he pushes her back, simply instructing her to roll over. When she does, he pulls her to the edge of the table, until only her torso is lying upon it. He feels him again, his length finding her and filling her again. She grasps the edges of the table and prepares for the worst - for the very best of the worst of indulgences.

He's pounding into her with such urgency, she feels too much, his name leaving her lips as she is claimed over and over again.

She's lost.

"Hello, Lucifer," Lilith smiles, welcoming Lucifer into her throne room, "I heard you have been wandering about, any particular destination?"

"I've just been visiting familiar places, nothing of interest," he smiles hands in his pocket.

"I'm sure..." She smirks, "I thought you should know, we found where you hid Allison," and at this, she begins to applaud, and Lucifer betrays no emotion. "And I must admit, hiding her in the garden...brilliant. Absolutely wonderful. I never would've guessed. I would've gone in person but you remember my past experience."

"I remember it well," he adds, smiling.

"Indeed." She leans back, her legs crossed, "Unfortunately, as I'm sure you know, we were unable to retrieve her."

He smiles again, playing the fool, "I would've saved you the trouble, had I known. Jophiel isn't an easy angel to befriend. He tried to kill me before I could even say hello."

She laughs, standing, her red dress hugging her curves as she moves towards him - no, she practically slithers. "Yes, that is indeed like him, but it wasn't him we fought."

"Oh?" He quirks a brow.

"Simon, and Gabriel, came to her aid."

"Oh, those two," John shrugs, unimpressed, "they've been meddling since before her time, I'm not surprised."

"I know," she says with a look of frustration, but composes herself quickly, smiling, "now the interesting thing is, my little soldier noticed a third and fourth person, but couldn't place them. Something about them was...cloaked."

"Don't look at me, I had nothing to do with it," for once, he's telling the truth, "if I had any say in this, I would've left her in the garden, where not even you can seduce your way in."

She smiles, flattered, "Well, they must have a very good plan in place, she can't sense or see anything about them. It's almost as if they've vanished."

Lucifer pretends to be bored but he does feel a great sense of relief, one he won't voice. He shrugs, "If you can't find them, and Procel can't find them," he says her name, revealing that he knows exactly who Lilith's been getting her information from - the only one that told Lucifer she knew where she was and, considering her gifts of precognition, it's no surprise. "I won't stand a chance."

"Oh, I know, that's not why I brought you here," she stands behind him, resting her face on his back as she wraps her arms around his waist. He lets his arms dangle, indifferent. "See, now that Procel can't see anything, or sense anything, her attention has fallen elsewhere...she's heard whispers of a rebel base of fallen, accompanied by...witches. She's managed to pinpoint their location thanks to these whispers."

John feigns surprise, betraying nothing, "I never thought I'd see the day when hell stands divided and sought the aid of sorcery, although it does bring me some pleasure that it's not during my reign, but yours. I wonder what that says about you, Lilith. Incapable of inspiring loyalty amongst your own?"

He holds back a scream when he feels her power over him, pushing so much pain into him, he should be on his knees, but he does not beg. He will not yield. He closes his hands into fist, feeling the blood trickling down his nose.

Her voice has dropped, dark, and threatening, "Do you have any part in this?"

"Now, Lilith," he avoids the question, accompanying it with a troublesome truth, "What use would I be to them, when my will is not mine to control?"

She walks around him, to stand in front of him, watching as he resists the pain. She releases her hold on him, the pain subsiding. Her lips are curled, smiling, "Then it will be my pleasure to kill them all with your bare hands."

Lucifer glares at her, then collects himself, wiping the blood from his lip. There's still a trace of it still, a smear, and Lilith leans forward, standing on her toes so she can lick it off, smiling.

He wipes what's left of the blood, and her saliva, feigning indifference, "If I may make a suggestion?"

"You may," she turn her head, slightly, her hips swaying as she walks up the steps, back to her throne.

"You could send a messenger, tell them you've discovered their rebel group. Ask them to join you...with the witches by your side, we can overtake heaven easily. I'm surprised you didn't think of it first. If they know you know, they've lost the element of surprise, they can't win." He knows he has a point, and she's see it, even though in his own way, he wants to take away the element of surprise from Lilith; he wants to warm them that she knows - they don't have as much time as they thought.

"And who should I send, you?" She scoffs.

"No. The head of one of theirs. As a warning. Slip a note into the mouth, if you'd like to write them a love letter. Really, Lilith, I am not without my decorum."

Her smile widens as she rests her face on her hand, "See what good you can do when you side with your betters? I must say, Lucifer, without your little distraction to motivate you towards stupidity, you're almost yourself again." She opens her leg, flashing him a visual, a clear sign.

Lucifer quirks a brow. "Lilith, what you and I had happened very long ago, before Allison, and I told you then, and I will tell you again...I grew bored of you."

Her eyes gleam, threatening, "I could force you."

"You could," he smiles, "but then what would that say about you? The great seductress, the First Succubus, having to force herself upon the former Prince of Darkness in order to get a decent fuck." He chuckles, and in an instant, he is forced to fall on his knees, and he knows the blood is not just coming from his nose now.

It's coming from everywhere.

Totally worth it, he thinks.

Author's Afterword: I know, sorcerers, both our heroes ready to die for each other, each with very different plans, which one will play out? We'll have to wait and see. And Allison's reaction to the sorcerers made me snort because, even though she's seen many crazy things, she was raised in a very traditional sense of Christianity, so it'll take some adjusting...and yes, I know, what the frak, how is Lucifer an archangel? Well, why do you think Jesus saw him off? Not only did he know Lucifer would be instrumental to the end of days, he knew their Father had forgiven him, but pitied him because he could not know it, not then...poor Lou. I abuse him almost as much as I do Allison. Ayayayayay...