This is just a what if scenario that has been running through my brain on what if Elizabeth had died in…well, whatever chapter I have her not die in. It was in my head so I wrote it and I am sharing it here. There may be a tiny bit more that I will add to this Chapter later. Translations of angelic are at the end of the chapter.

Let me know what you think!

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Azazeal watched Lucifer walk slowly back into the room in their church that he had been inhabiting for weeks now. He'd only recently begun to leave the room at all and initially Azazeal and Cassie thought it was a good thing but by the look of him, Azazeal now believed that he wouldn't like what Lucifer was doing. They had hoped that eventually he would take interest in his son but Cassie still thought that was too much to ask just yet.

Cassie came up behind him and watched Lucifer's retreat back to his self-imposed exile and said. "You should follow him next time."


Flashback...

The group of angels surrounding Azazeal looked grim when he said that they would have to try again. They had thrown themselves against Lucifer's wrath three times now and none of them were eager to do it again. He ripped them all to angelic shreds with such fury and ease that the fact that he could not really kill them was beginning to be of little consolation. But Azazeal had picked his crew with great care and all of them knew that they could not let him keep Elizabeth's body in there forever. He had to move on.

As Azazeal watch the wild rage in Lucifer's eyes flicker and interchange itself for anguish for a moment, he knew that Lucifer was finally ready. Azazeal flew at him, pinning him against the far wall and though he struggled and growled like an in-human beast, Lucifer let his friend do it.

"Take the body," Azazeal ordered, his voice barely more than a growl itself and the remaining angels quickly did as he asked.

When Azazeal let him go, Lucifer glanced at the empty bed and his head jerked strangely as if he were shaking loose cobwebs. He refocused on Azazeal and with a wicked grin, flug him neatly through the door and the door slammed closed after him of its own accord.

Cassie had rushed up to help pick him up off of the floor but Azazeal had just stared at the closed door, wondering what Lucifer would be like when he came back out again.


Azazeal strode quietly after a seemingly oblivious Lucifer through the dark streets of this English town. He didn't like this one bit but Cassie had insisted that he find out what their heartbroken friend was getting up to on his little jaunts. Lucifer might know he was here but he might not be paying close enough attention to his surrounding to notice an invisible angel following him.

Azazeal followed him to an innocent looking house and slipped in behind him when he was let in by a middle aged woman. Despite the fact that it looked like a house on the outside, there was a waiting room in what would normally be the living room. Lucifer however purposefully walked down the long hall way without a word or a look at anyone and went into a room at the back. Azazeal looked around a bit at the couple of jittery people in the waiting room before following Lucifer into the far room.

When he entered he saw that Lucifer had taken off his shirt and thrown it on the floor. Then he just stood there for a moment staring at it oddly. From another door at the other end of the room a woman entered and Lucifer raised his head as if he was about to acknowledge her but just before their eyes would have met, he turned and walked toward the wall, placing his hands above his head, his palms flat, and then he waited.

Azazeal was too good at being what he was to not be able to see the undercurrents of this little scene as it played out before him.

This woman had done this to him before, Lucifer came specifically to see her, and she loathed him, although she was unfortunately unaware of the fact that her loathing was part of her appeal.

At first she'd like him, who wouldn't he's gorgeous and he overpaid, but he was also quiet and bizarrely courteous about the arraignment they had set up. He had politely detailed to her what he wanted and that he wanted to be able to come it at any time. They'd negotiated the specifics and then he'd quietly left.

It only confused her the first time but by the third time he'd come in, she was already bitter and ready to exact the price for her wounded pride and confusion, not that this phased poor Lucifer any.

She was brutal, Azazeal thought to himself, as she tore his back to shreds not bothering to worry about the errant strokes that hit the backs of his thighs and his bottocks or the cries of pain that issued from her victim. But she knew her cue to stop and she hadn't gotten it yet, though Azazeal thought that this pleased her far too much. He watched her at work, surprised by the depth of her hatred, and tried to think of what Lucifer could possible have done to…

"Dluga-Tol!" Lucifer shouted, and Azazeal whipped his head around to his friend. What was he doing?

As the next lash hit him, he called out, "Tol De," and then again, "Dulga-Tol," but she kept going more fiercely now.

Just as Azazeal was about to tackle her himself, Lucifer said an exhausted whisper, "Noko Daraia," with such earnestness that Azazeal looked back at the woman in his own state of confusion.

She mercifully stopped, apparently those words, strange though they were, were her cue. She watched Lucifer's breathing slow with great interest and Azazeal saw that softness had replaced the hatred. But then Lucifer slowly turned around and for a split second the look of eager love in his eyes was so beautiful...before he saw her and it was replaced by disappointment and then steely distance.

And Azazeal knew immediately. She was the vehicle, but it wasn't her that Lucifer cried out to and it was most definitely not her that he wanted to see when he turned around, and she despised him for that.

Lucifer ignored the woman's glare and he casually put on his discarded shirt and walked out. Azazeal didn't bother to follow him but was waiting for him when he staggered home.

Dluga-Tol: Take everything

Tol De: Everything is yours

Noko Daraia: I am the servant of your Will


"This has got to stop!" Azazeal announced without preamble as the blocked Lucifer's path back to the room that Elizabeth had died in.

Lucifer raised his eyes to Azazeal's and for a second Azazeal thought he might be in for a beating of his own, but his friend merely looked at him.

"I will not betray her," he said, his voice cracking not just from emotion but also from spending too much time screaming in pain.

"And so you think this is the way to accomplish that?" Azazeal said disdainfully.

Lucifer shook a bit and then grabbed his head, "It's starting," he said in anguish, "You have no idea the things I want to do, the pain I want to cause, the things I want to destroy, I…"

Azazeal just looked at his friend in dismay. He had hoped he could hold it together and not become what he was before. He felt sorry for him.

"I must not fail," he continued as Cassie, who had been watching from further away began to approach cautiously, "It's a test, I know, I failed in something and I must atone. I will not fail her again."

Azazeal looked at him in horror. Oh, he was going insane alright but the bastard just wouldn't let her go. More delusion, more crazy reasoning and he had convinced himself that she would come back to him if he didn't do anything evil, so he'd sequestered himself in her room and went to that woman when he needed an attitude adjustment. It was amazing that it actually worked because Elizabeth had done far more that just beat him into submission but Lucifer's ability to delude himself was legendary.

"Lucifer," Cassie said softly, breaking the silence, "Elizabeth would never do that to you. She didn't leave you to punish you. She does not want this."

Lucifer considered her carefully for several seconds before asking, "Then what does she want?"

Cassie looked to Azazeal for help, know that she'd chosen her words wrongly and sorry that she had spoken at all.

"She's gone," Azazeal said but Lucifer ignored this, walked unhurriedly to his room and shut the door.


Updated 09/02/2008

A few nights later, Azazeal awoke to the unmistakable "feel" of angelic being communicated rather loudly, however he could not hear the words. He reluctantly got up and walked out to the front room to find Lucifer sprawled on the floor naked with his rarely seen wings carelessly spread out on either side of him. Azazeal shook his head to himself, not really wanting to have to deal with this, and then he noticed the whip marks still healing on his friends back.

"Why didn't you heal yourself?" he demanded but there was no reply.

"What are you doing?" he tried again.

This time Lucifer slowly pulled himself up to his knees and sat back on his heels.

"She heard me," he said without looking up at Azazeal, "She came," he continued and then looking up at Azazeal miserably, his voice catching, "I tried."

Azazeal surprised himself by his immediate rage, especially since he didn't know if he as angry at God for doing all of this, at Elizabeth for leaving him or for making an ill-advised visit, or at the idiot in front of him. Sure, his friend was in pain but the dolt had actually offered himself to Elizabeth despite the obvious fact that she did not have the power to either take him with her or destroy him, which were really the only acceptable responses to what Lucifer had done.

Azazeal was about to grab him by the neck and pick him up and do the only rational thing he could think of which was the fallen angel equivalent of getting Lucifer laid….getting him involved in some thing wicked and corrupt. He would just have to trust that Lucifer would be loyal enough to him to leave his family alone as he went about merrily sowing evil in the world again.

But Lucifer straitened up a bit and said, "I am not to see that woman anymore…I am to be a good father."

Azazeal stared at his friend in amazement because it seemed from his friend's attitude that that was exactly what Lucifer intended to do.


"He's driving me up the wall!" Cassie complained, "And further more," she continued now smiling back at Azazeal's amusement, "if he'd only been this focused before, he wouldn't have been nearly the handful that he was. He was never this good and never this interested in doing what she asked."

Azazeal's smile turned into a more serious look.

"Our love is not like your love," he said simply.

"What's that got to do with it? If he loved her he would never have started that genocide."

"You don't understand," Azazeal said evenly, "He loved her more that you can imagine, but he has been broken since he was tossed out of heaven. She gave him part of what he needed but she gave him too much free rein."

Cassie snorted at this because it was impossible for her to imagine just yet what Lucifer would have done for Elizabeth and how much control he would have given her if she had been able to ask for it.

"She would have understood in time, I think, but everything has changed now. He was bound to go insane but he had one choice: return to evil or convince himself that he could still serve her in some way. He has made his choice and she has validated it. And with the knowledge she has now, no doubt her commands were much more….effective."

Cassie stared at him, hoping he would say more but he would not.


Lucifer had indeed taken being a good father to a rather infuriating, at least to Cassie, level. He left the mothering mostly to her but he was constantly asking detailed questions about human development and any other things he could think of related to a baby. On the other hand, he did freely steal the boy, leaving Cassie in a fury, in order to play with him or teach him things he never revealed to her. He didn't feel the need to ask or to give much of an explanation when they returned.

Azazeal's response to her complaints was always, "Luke's his son, my love, and he's not in any danger. Let him be a father."

Cassie never really wanted to stop him from seeing the child, even when she was annoyed, because it was clear that Luke adored him but sometimes it was just hard to deal with Lucifer's determination to be what he considered to be a good father.


On the night of their first Christmas together, Luke had just reached the age that his body would stay, but he was still a boy at heart. When there was a knock at the front door of the church, he was the one who ran full speed to answer it. He came back with a basket in his arms and presented it to Cassie with Azazeal and his father peering over her shoulder. There was something moving under the blanket in the basket and she pulled it away expecting to find puppies…but there was a newborn baby girl underneath.


Updated 09/03/2008

Cassie, of course, fell in love at first sight and there was no question of the baby staying with them. If the mother ever came for her, well…but there was no reason why they couldn't look after her until then.

"Elizabeth," Lucifer insisted when they tried to name her.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Cassie retorted but he was firm.

"You're sure?" she asked more kindly and he nodded with certainty.

Just as Cassie was settling into mother mode again and getting ready to enjoy it nice and slowly as it should be instead of lightning quick as with angelic children, Lucifer butted in again. He was well and truly annoying, although never was there a better parent.

He took the knowledge that he'd gained with Luke, who was now more occupied with chasing Cassie's daughter Sara, and perfected it with this little girl. During her first 6 years, he patiently learned everything there was to know and Cassie pretty much had to sit back and watch because Azazeal convinced her it was the best thing for him. The child remained with them at the church and Cassie did get stuck with some of the more "human" duties but Lucifer was her primary caretaker and playmate.

He knew all of her favorite games, what made her smile, what made her laugh, and what scared her. He learned the precise temperature that she liked the milk in her bottle and then later the precise amount of milk needed to adequately complete her morning cereal. He learned the colors that she liked and then the combinations that she like to wear them in. He learned how quickly she could go from a buddle of joy into the I'm tired tantrum and he knew the best way to calm her and get her to rest. He knew how to explain things to her so that she would understand and he knew what she was talking about in her childish way when no one had any clue.

Luke liked her too and he was often are part of their little adventures. He called her Yaz instead of Elizabeth or Beth because Lucifer had taken to calling her Ysro El which meant God's Promise and which was also the meaning of the name Elizabeth.

Cassie was more grateful than annoyed but perhaps if Azazeal had told her that although Lucifer had technically moved back home to Elizabeth's old house in California, he returned each night to invisibly watch over the child like a guardian angel, she might have been a bit irritated.

When little Elizabeth turned six, Lucifer announced that he was taking her home with him.

"Absolutely not!" was Cassie's response but Azazeal stepped in, having already discussed this with Lucifer.

"She'll still be here everyday, hm, they'll take dinner with us. But she needs to start school and there are too many distractions here."

Cassie hated that he was right. Their children hadn't needed to go to school until they were much older and only then really for the social interaction. This child needed a more human life and strangely Lucifer was in the best position to give that to her right now.

"He's obsessed!" Cassie fumed when Lucifer had taken all of her stuff and left.

Azazeal looked confused for a moment and then laughed at her. She scowled back but when he put his arms around her she softened.

"Of course, his is," he said, "That is his nature. Elizabeth never had the adoiani to command him before and he was never this motivated to serve her perfectly, but…," Azazeal shrugged and he didn't need to explain how much the pain of Elizabeth's death had changed his friend from the evil devil that he had been. He also didn't bother to tell her that he suspected that more was going on than Lucifer getting absurdly attached to a human child.

adoiani – means confidence but also belief and force


Lucifer made little Elizabeth comfortable and then fussed about putting things away before he realized that he'd forgotten about dinner. He had purposely tried to avoid such a situation by agreeing with Azazeal that they would return to England, yes back in time, each night for dinner. Lucifer had mastered breakfast and lunch was, of course, a breeze, but dinner confounded him.

"Are you hungry, honey?" he asked carefully.

No, she shook her head and continued with whatever it was she was doing with her toy horses. Later Lucifer was spared a culinary disaster by Elizabeth being satisfied with saline crackers and peanut butter.

That night he tucked her into the guest room bed and then retired to the master bedroom where he hadn't slept since…

He stood there for a while staring at the bed before taking off his clothes and slipping under the covers. Not an hour later he opened his eyes from a fitful attempt at sleep to a visitor staring at him.

"I can't sleep, Luce," she complained drowsily. Before she could say Lucifer she had called him Luce and it had stuck, though no one else dared to use this nickname.

He blinked at her and then turned to reach for his boxer shorts on the floor, he was notoriously messy, and slipped them on before inviting her in to bed with him. She fell asleep quickly as did he.

The next night and for that whole week, they followed the same ritual, except that now he didn't sleep naked and by week two he had added a black t-shirt to his night time attire. After a month, he didn't even try to put her in the other bed at all and when she fell asleep early, he tucked her in to his bed and joined her later.


Updated 09/08/2008

Lucifer put the butter in the pan and watched it sizzle. The Prince of Darkness was making pancakes, not that he would have seen the humor in this since he took his job very seriously.

This morning he had awoken with Elizabeth burrowed into this chest and a little hand gripping his shirt. He had wanted to stay but it was Sunday and they needed to get to church, so he had gently pried her hand from his shirt and slipped away to the kitchen. Neither Azazeal nor Cassie knew that Lucifer let her sleep with him: Cassie because she would freak out and Azazeal so that he didn't have to lie to Cassie. Azazeal would have understood the silent agreement between them that neither one of them wanted to sleep alone and how easy it was for an angel to separate such things from any sexual connotation.

Little Elizabeth was in school now, Catholic school, and they went to church now, every Sunday. He had decided long ago that she should go to the same schools and learn the same things that Elizabeth had, though she already knew exactly who and what he was.

He had explained it first with Azazeal as a back up and she had listened carefully and considerately, which hadn't really surprised either of them much because she was an intelligent child. When she learned about Lucifer and the devil in religion class at school, she came home and told him quite indignantly that her teachers had it all wrong and it made him laugh. Initially, she had agreed easily enough not to tell anyone about him, but after hearing the human view of things, she was itching to put them straight; however she agreed to respect their original agreement when he reminded her of it.

Lucifer heard her get up from bed and go to the guest room to get herself ready. A short time later, she walked into the kitchen and sat down at her spot.

"Morning, Luce," she said pleasantly.

"Morning, honey," he said as he put the finished pancakes, the height of his culinary achievement, on the plates and brought them over to the table. He set them down and then added, "You didn't tie your shoes."

She shrugged and reached for the syrup.

She was old enough, Cassie had informed him, to be doing this on her own, but it was something that frustrated her, so sometimes she just plain refused. He understood how she felt, though Cassie would have berated him for spoiling her. The way he saw it, this was not like some things that had to be trained into a child and she would figure it out eventually like everyone else, so he knelt and tied them for her one more time. When he looked up at her, she was watching him with a smile that was just for an instant more knowing than it should have been. His heart leapt but he made himself get up and eat his breakfast.

After church, she wanted to visit the Virgin Mary in one of the alcoves, so they waited for everyone to leave before making their way over. As they approached, they saw one of the older priests kneeling there and he turned slightly to smile at Elizabeth as she knelt next to him.

A few moments later he blessed himself, rose, and turned around to go, but when he saw Lucifer standing quietly behind them, he let out a small cry of terror.

"I know what you are!" he announced in a hushed voice and then plucking up his courage he took a step closer and started to intone, "I cast you out, unclean spirit, along with every Satanic power of the enemy, every spectre from hell, and all your fell companions; in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ. Begone and stay far from this creature of God. For it is He who commands you, He who flung you headlong from the heights of heaven into the depths of hell. It is He who commands you, He who once stilled the sea and the wind and the storm. Hearken, therefore, and tremble in fear, Satan, you enemy of the faith, you foe of the human race, you begetter of death, you robber of life, you corrupter of justice, you root of all evil and…"

Lucifer's pained expression only encouraged the priest and as Lucifer began to step backwards away from them the priest pursued him.

"How DARE you?" Elizabeth's normally childlike voice took on such righteous fury that it shocked even Lucifer as she moved to stand in front of him protectively. The priest had stopped the Rituale Romanum which Lucifer appreciated because it had been getting very uncomfortable to stay. He could sit in church easily, crosses did not horrify him, holy water did not burn him but he was ultimately still a creature of God and must obey such commands from a true believer.

"Come away, child," the priest said inching forward to snatch Elizabeth away, "This creature is evil and much be banished from this place."

She was just about to give him another piece of her mind when he made a quick move and took hold of her arm. At this Lucifer's rather neutral expression changed to pure rage and even the faithful priest shuddered and tried to stammer out more of the Rituale.

Elizabeth yanked herself away from him as Lucifer brushed past her, his intent clearly written on his features, "Amis " Elizabeth said. She knew just a little angelic because she was too young to fully put her feelings behind it properly, but this one word, Stop, had been expressed perfectly.

To the priest's great surprise, Lucifer stopped, turn towards her, and bowing his head slightly, stepped back from his intended victim.

"He is with me," Elizabeth said meaningfully to the confused man.

"Child, please…"

"HE is with me," she said again as if this explained everything the man could want to know about this situation. If Lucifer thought he would listened, he would have tried to explain that she meant this in the angelic way, but even then the man probably wouldn't have understood as well as a child could. He went where she went, not always and everywhere like a guardian angel, but similarly and it was unthinkable to try to separate them. She, of course, gave no credence to the "rumours" of him being evil. She was not old enough to truly understand what he had been before, so she just accepted him as he was now.

Elizabeth still glaring at the priest, held out her hand to Lucifer, which he took and they left the church hand in hand.

When they were at Azazeal's church later that day for dinner, Lucifer related the mornings events.

"You're serious, he actually…and then she…?"

"Yes," Lucifer said as evenly as he could but his eyes were brimming with hope.

"I didn't believe you, you know," Azazeal admitted.

"I had to believe," Lucifer replied.

Azazeal nodded. When Lucifer had come to Azazeal for support in taking the child home with him years ago, he had told him the other command that Elizabeth had given, but that he had not shared. She had promised that she was going to send him someone to take care of him but he had to take care of her first. At first Lucifer's heart had recoiled from this, but when the baby arrived and he'd set eyes on her, he had realized that she was that promise fulfilled and being a good father did not only apply to his son. So he had taken up the task of raising this little girl knowing yet another thing about her that Azazeal did not.


Updated 09/12/2008

"I am with you," Lucifer murmured to a half asleep Elizabeth as he kissed her on the forehead and put her to bed that night. She made a contented grumbling noise and drifted off to sleep.

He wondered if she comprehended what her acknowledgement meant to him. She, of course, had been raised among the angels, like Luke and Sara, and she knew a great many things about their ways. All of them had taken the time to talk with her and explain what their purpose was when she asked. She understood that many angels followed a mortal that needed them, sometimes by invitation and sometimes covertly, and that certain angels attached themselves to one person exclusively, while others stayed free to help where they would do the most good. But did she know that for him, the most exclusive of angels, hearing her say that made his heart swell? Probably not, he thought.

It didn't much matter since a growing child requires enough attention that he never found himself lacking something to do for her whether she saw the significance or not. Cassie remained his main source of information about the little human things and she was amazed by his caring and attention to detail, but as Azazeal had told her, Elizabeth had commanded this. She must have done so in such a way he considered all of these little things as his duty.

It was kind of fun for Cassie though to watch his brow knit or his lips press together in concern when something happened to little Elizabeth that he could not, well…should not really, heal. When she got sick or hurt herself, they had agreed that he shouldn't just make it go away but that didn't stop him from sometimes turning into an over-protective bully that snarled at everyone who tried to help. Even that managed to make Cassie laugh because watching Lucifer go all I'm-the-Lord-of-Hell on everyone over a child was quite amusing especially when she was the only one he trusted enough shove him out of the way and fuss over Elizabeth herself.

As Elizabeth got older, Cassie noticed that Lucifer seemed to listen a little too closely to her opinions about things as she learned about politics and the world. He sometimes forgot himself and Cassie knew of specific instances where he had made "adjustments" for her but they were such small things and it didn't spill over into him spoiling her so Cassie let it go.

Well, that wasn't exactly true. He did indulge her in many ways, but she was not spoiled. That was probably because she was such a reasonable child. Cassie had seen her childishly demand something that she could not be given, as children do, and Lucifer would matter-of-factly and unpatronizingly tell her why it was not immediately possible, his angelic abilities notwithstanding, and when it might be possible. She would consider this and sometimes she would sulk, but most of the time she would see his reasoning and refocus her attention on something else. Although Elizabeth knew he was an angel and must have known something of what he was capable of, she never directly asked him to use his abilities for her. She asked for what she wanted and left it to him to decide the rest.

Of course, every other thing he gave her freely. She'd grown out of toys and her main focus became her horse riding lessons. She had wanted a horse of her own from the time she knew what they were and he could have given her a stable full, but Lucifer had explained to her how much time and attention horses needed and between the two of them, they decided to wait until she graduated from high school. Until then she could satisfy her fancy at the local stables.

Cassie was very proud of Lucifer and how well he had managed to raise her, but that's probably because she didn't really know was where being an angel and being a good father really met. While he was practical about some things there was no reason why he couldn't wrap her in his wings and show her what the inside of hurricane looked like because of a science project she was working on or take her to the rainforest of South America introduce her to some rare animal because she had a report due. No reason why he couldn't tell her who killed Kennedy, though no one would believe her anyway, or where Emilia Earhart's plane crashed down. And there was certainly no reason why he couldn't take her to the Globe Theatre in London…to watch a Shakespeare play…in Shakespeare's time so that her opinions on the undercurrents of incest between Hamlet and his mother were based on the original version of the play.

As she grew into a young lady, she became very lovely but she paid little attention to it. Despite her relatively normal life with Lucifer in California, must of her spare time was spent in England and the angelic family there. Cassie worried a bit when Elizabeth was a sophomore in high school and did not have a boyfriend.

"He doesn't scare them off does he?" Cassie asked when they had a moment alone.

"Oh, no," Elizabeth smiled and blushed slightly, "I don't unleash him on anybody."

"You know, I can get a small army together to pin him down if you want to, you know, go on a date or something."

Elizabeth laughed, "He's not that bad, really, he's not. He knows all of my friends, though they don't know him for obvious reasons, and I've stolen a kiss or two here and there," she looked down at her hands, "from a particularly cute friend of mine."

"And?"

"It was nice," Elizabeth responded wistfully. She appeared to want to say more but stopped herself and then dropped the topic all together. Cassie let it drop too and figured that much like her at that age, Elizabeth already yearned for something more than mere boys could give her and she was willing to wait until she could get what she wanted.


Early in the morning of her 18th birthday, which they celebrated on Christmas day, she awoke and watched Lucifer sleeping peacefully beside her. She smiled to herself at the thought that they had been sleeping chastely side-by-side since she had been 6 years old. When she had begun to notice boys, her faithful caretaker had by necessity remained a completely non-sexual entity in her mind, but today…today was the day she tossed aside the pretense.

Elizabeth reached up her hand and stroked his face and he opened his eyes. She smiled brightly at him and his eyes widened almost imperceptibly. She ran her hand along his shirt covered chest and then slipped her hand under the fabric.

"Naneel," he breathed as she continued to touch him. She nodded and moved closer as tears began to form in his eyes. She slipped her hand over his hip and down the back of his body so that she could press against him. All of a sudden he flung his arms around her and anguished moan escape him. Then the shaking started. It wasn't elegant or complex but there was no fear behind the outpouring of love and joy that came from him, so she settled into his embrace and met his emotional display with a kind affirmative, until he relaxed in her arms again.

She waited a few moments before beginning to explore him again. He sighed softly in her ear but before long the feel of her set him trembling again, this time wildly vowing obedience through more tears of joy.

It was too much for him, too soon, she thought to herself, and she hadn't thought her plan of action through. She'd known since she could remember that she was here for him and the memories had started to fill themselves in as she got older. She had been waiting until she turned 18 to acknowledge who she was and she was sure he had known all along too, but it hadn't occurred to her how much he'd had been holding back. Now in the moment, she understood that he was just an angel returned to his master after having done her will. He had gone immediately back to where they had left off in their relationship, and quite a bit further actually if she remembered his prior level of submission correctly, but it had been a long time since he had been in her presence and he was overjoyed.

Well, she'd made quite a mess of this, all things considered. He wasn't ready to respond to her as anything other than an angel yet, despite her designs on a gently educating her new body in the wonders of sex. She had caressed him wanting pleasure and he had responded naturally with adoration. This was her fault but it was easy enough to calm him. She slipped out of her pajamas and gently pulled him out of his shirt and shorts a well. He had come, of course, it was the body's only response that even remotely approached the feeling of angelic worship, but the sensation had been drowned out in his spiritual pleasure. She then pressed herself against the length of his body and held him tightly. She knew what it was about nudity that appealed to the angels and she used it to her advantage now. They laid like that for a long time, her close proximity reassuring him of his place with her and making his declarations of love and surrender unnecessary.

Eventually, they had to get up and get themselves ready for Christmas day with Cassie, Azazeal, and the others. Elizabeth had further cause to scold herself for her impulsiveness this morning.

When she got up and when to the bathroom to take a shower, there came Lucifer padding after her, so she let him in and they showered together. She was lucky, she decided, that she retained so much knowledge about angels from her time in their incorporeal realm, that she remembered him so well, and that she was not really the 18 year old girl that she appeared to be. Otherwise, this day would have been unbearably weird.

When they arrived at the church, Cassie immediately noticed the change. Elizabeth strode confidently down the length of the building and Lucifer had taken his old spot at her left heel. Cassie narrowed her eyes questioningly at Elizabeth when she reached them and when her eyes flicked over to Azazeal, Cassie turned to him as well.

"I don't think I need to spell it out, do I?" Azazeal said with a smirk on his lips that Cassie wanted to wipe off, but she was torn between kissing him and smacking him, as per usual.

Elizabeth moved to sit down and Lucifer moved with her but instead of sitting next to her, he sat at her feet, leaning against the couch with his head against her leg. She ignored the strangeness of this and putting her fingers in his hair, she merely commented, "I went a bit too far."

"Yes, I can see that," Azazeal replied with amusement.

Cassie sat down opposite Elizabeth and said, "Explain!"


Updated 09/22/2008

And so Elizabeth explained what she remembered. She couldn't remember specifics but she had known that Lucifer was falling apart so she had argued and pushed and badgered until finally "they" agreed to send her soul back in a new body. What she lacked in information about heaven was made up for in the understanding that she brought back.

There was a small faction of angels who were jealous of Lucifer because they were smart enough to understand that he had been chosen for something but not wise enough to not covet it for themselves. Even though they didn't understand what he might have been chosen for, the fact that he had not been outright destroyed once he started corrupting the mortals was suspicious enough to overcome their shock at what he had become and keep their eyes on him. It had been those angels that had schemed to take her away and it had been wiser angels who had agreed to send her back.

"I knew from the beginning that I was here for him," Elizabeth said looking down at him for a moment, "but the memories filled in slowly. I only remembered that we had been together about 2 years ago and then this morning I kind of…stepped forward into myself again."

"Okay, okay," Cassie said, you could tell she was mentally digesting this and would soon accept it, "But why is he on the floor?"

"Ah," Elizabeth said, and glanced at Azazeal who met her grin with an even look, "He's happy….He….It is his place."

Cassie gave her a questioning look.

"Have Azazeal explain," she suggested, "He'll do a much better job than I will and it will give him an opportunity to show you…"

"He won't be easy, you know," Azazeal interrupted her purposely, "not until you…"

"I know," Elizabeth said, "I know. I owe it to him."

Azazeal nodded and Cassie regarded both of them with annoyance for talking in riddles.

Elizabeth understood her frustration but how could she explain it to her?

"I think we should go," Elizabeth said suddenly and rose from the couch. Lucifer rose next to her too.

"No, stay," Cassie entreated, "It's been so long," and she wrapped Elizabeth in a bear hug.

"We'll be back. We've got some unfinished business," Elizabeth said with a smirk and Cassie wasn't sure if she should be happy for her friend or uncomfortable because the girl she practically raised was going to have sex for the firs time.

Elizabeth put her hand in Lucifer's and the disappeared.


All throughout the visit with Cassie and Azazeal, Lucifer had been sending her polite images of himself naked and willing, as well as the fleeting sensation of feathers brushing against her body. This was his not so subtle way of letting her know that his mind now understood her body's desire and he was ready to fulfill it.

This was a great improvement on his previous tactics which had generally included raunchy sexual innuendo, impromptu make out sessions that barely made it to a private location, flirtation with other women to get a rise out of her, and sometimes graphic sexual imagery which tended to consist of her doing kinky and often sadistic things to him.

Of course, it was obvious to her now that he didn't need to do those things any more. The sexual imagery in particular had been meant to encourage her use of him in whatever way she could dream up. But now she understood and felt her place, and she knew that he did too. He belonged to her, every physical part, every spiritual aspect, and every ounce of potential. She wouldn't deny it anymore, it did him no good, it made him worse in some ways, and she was certain that she could accept what he offered without being corrupted. Well, they were about to find out.


Elizabeth took it slowly, very slowly. She wanted to savor their first time together again and she didn't want to overwhelm him, though he had calmed down significantly since this morning. The feel of their bodies against each other was so natural and right that they spent a considerable amount of time exploring one another. When Elizabeth finally pushed him on his back and slid him into her, they both let out sighs of satisfied relief and Lucifer put his hands on her hips to guide and steady her. Soon Elizabeth gently pulled his hands away from her hips and pushed them towards his head. He obediently reached back and grabbed the bars of the headboard and relinquished all control.

He knew why she had done it. Beyond the fact that she had always enjoyed watching him react to her unrestricted movements, she was demonstrating the intangible command and authority behind requiring that he fulfill that desire and he could feel it like an old friend. Everything in him responded to it and clamored for more.

He hadn't expected it, but he had kept this physical state for so long and it had been so long since his body had felt sexual pleasure, his hips rocked uncontrollably and he moaned unselfconsciously. The maleness in him yearned to spill every drop of seed for her, an offering on the alter of the female, a promise to give that and more when she wished to create a new life. Already forgetting how he had lost her in the first place in the joy of having her with him again.

His spiritual self too quivered in rapture. She was enjoying this, she wanted this, and he could feel her fulfillment and her pleasure in every part of his being, the angel in him ached to worship her but she hadn't ask it of him yet and he'd already made a bit of a fool of himself this morning. This time he would obey.

The bedroom had always been a place of intense combinations of pleasure for him and he was a float in a sea of physical and spiritual wanting all for her, but it was a test of obedience too and he would not fail it. He would have stayed here for an eternity, it was not unlike certain experiences in heaven, and he could give her the pleasure of his longing forever if that was her desire.

But then he opened his eyes to look up at her, he remembered that this was his Elizabeth. He knew her and she was doing this for him because she now understood what this small form of submission meant to him. She would eventually allow the climax to arrive and the adoration start because she wanted that too and because she would have to give in to the limits of human endurance, but Elizabeth had never really wanted this fine a point on his obedience (little bedroom games aside) even when it came to him doing evil. She had always wanted him to exercise the free will that he had gained since the fall and choose his own path because in the mortal realm the good only mattered if it was freely chosen. He had chosen to shun evil, even in his madness, 18 years ago because she had taught him this lesson and he had understood the choice he had. She now knew what she did not then, that because he was an angel, capable of infinite possibility, both good and evil, his choice was intimately intertwined with his love for her and not simply a set of choices of how to act in particular situations as it was for a mortal. But that didn't change what she expected of him.

And so for her, for his lover, for this woman, he made another choice. He released his hands from the head board and slid them across her thighs and up her back, pulling her down to him, and then clinging to her, he let everything go. His body, his mind, his spirit offered themselves unbidden and he relished the audacity of it, having been so focused on obeying her commands from all those years ago.

This pleased her and the fact that he had known that it would did not detract from the wave of ecstasy that it send through him. This time she didn't ignore his offer. She acknowledged his fulfillment of the mission she'd set for him and she accepted everything from him as his reward. And then he sang a song of joy at being with her again.

When his arms weakened and he let her go, she rolled off of him and, laying next to him, ran her hand along his body, pressing her body close. The human act of mating may have been over and the angelic song may have ended but he had not yet replaced the physical barriers that separated them. She could still touch what was hers, what he had always been waiting for her to take though she had not understood before she had left this world and returned. He had tried to tell her, tried to show her, but even when Luke was conceived and his willingness to submit had been as clear as it could be, she had not been able to understand just how much of himself an angel could give.

He relaxed under her touch and the feel of her essence against his. After only a few hours of her acknowledging her return, here he was at his most vulnerable. She couldn't really destroy him, though she could cause some real agony, but he was hers again and he wouldn't do anything half way.

Elizabeth continued to caress him knowing that she had accepted a level of control over him that she had shied away from before but that was necessary. All of his power was hers and he would do anything that she asked, including make his own choices, but only by accepting him completely was she worthy of asking that of him. She kind of felt a bit silly not realizing before just how complex his attention seeking was.

She also felt silly that with as much time as they had spent naked together today, she still hadn't manged to get her release. But then again, she was well aware of the things he could do to make up for it.


Please, please, please review...I know I'm crazy but I like to hear what people think. This is honesty what I think would have happened if I'd had her die and I'm beginning to be exeedingly glad I didn't.