I haven't written for Lucifer before, and I haven't written anything in a long time, so this may not be the best. I tried, though, and I think that's all that matters.

It had been a few weeks since Lucifer's wings returned, and every time, he wanted them gone. It was tough to hide the anxiety that came along with them. His Father made them, and gave them back to him as a way to punish him. He had had enough. Lucifer waited until after his current case with the Detective was solved, and Chloe could definitely tell something was off about him. She didn't say anything, though, which Lucifer greatly appreciated.

The elevator ride up to the penthouse felt frustratingly long, and as soon as the elevator door opened, Lucifer went straight to where he kept one of Maze's demon knives. Setting it on his glass coffee table, he grabbed his first aid kit from his room, and set it next to the knife. He then placed an extra sheet over his couch, and unfurled his wings.

Lucifer's hand shook as he positioned the knife over his left wing. It had been a while since his wings were last cut off, and it felt different doing it to himself. A part of him knew that this was entirely messed up, but he didn't care. He just wanted them gone.

Lucifer cried out when he first pushed the blade down, cutting into some of the skin on his back as well. The pain was blinding, but Lucifer kept going.

When he reached the halfway point, his vision started to fade.

Blood loss, he thought. He would survive. All he focused on was finishing his left wing. He was almost done, he just had to finish it. Then everything would be okay. Just as he was cutting the last bit off, the blackness crept in on most of his vision. Maybe he should take a break, and just sleep. Just as he was about to be claimed by the darkness, he faintly heard the sound of the elevator dinging. Great.

"Oh my god," a female voice gasped. He slowly registered it as Linda and tried to move. He was met with the pain of his left wing hanging downward, pulling on the small amount of skin still attached to his body. Lucifer had a high pain tolerance, but that was the final straw. He let out a scream and collapsed. Linda was too late in catching him, and he fell forward, landing on the floor, unconscious.

"Shit, shit, shit," Linda whispered to herself. How was she supposed to help him? She called Amenadiel, putting it on speaker and setting it down on the floor. Linda reached for the first aid kit and pulled out some gauze. She had no idea what she was doing, but stopping the bleeding couldn't make things worse. The doctor applied pressure to Lucifer's back, and he woke with a scream.

"I'm sorry, Lucifer, but I can't let you die." Linda's eyes filled with tears. She then heard the sound of Amenadiel answering the phone, and felt some relief.

"Amenadiel! You have to get to Lux, right now. Please," was all she could say. The call ended, and she heard the sound of flapping wings behind her.

"Lucifer! Oh my god, Lucifer, what have you done?" The angel shouted, running over to his brother's side. When he realized he would have to remove the rest of the wing for it to heal properly, Amenadiel closed his eyes.

"Linda, you should leave. I don't think you want to watch this." Amenadiel warned, and Linda shook her head.

"No way, not until I know he's going to be alright. How can I help?" She argued. Amenadiel knew Linda well enough to know that she wasn't going to leave Lucifer, so he complied. He told her to keep pressure on the wound and informed her about what he had to do.

"It's going to hurt, a lot. I pray to Father that he passes out before I'm finished." Amenadiel sighed.

"I'm sorry, Luci." Amenadiel braced himself and began to finish what his brother had started. Linda jumped when Lucifer groaned in pain. When Amenadiel continued, Lucifer let out a loud shout. At that point, tears were streaming down Linda's face, but she made sure to add more gauze to the added part of his open wound. Linda's patient screamed in response, ending with a sob. Amenadiel decided the best thing to do was just get it over with, and to not prolong the pain.

In one swift move, Amenadiel finished the job, and Lucifer's wing fell down next to him. The Devil screamed one last time, and finally passed out.

Linda ran behind Lucifer's bar, and started throwing up into the garbage can.

(Title from "Never Know" by Bad Omens)
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-Zee