(LONG AN NOTE. SKIPPING ALLOWED)
Yes. Hello, me again. I know I should be doing Ouranos Potter, but it just doesn't work right now. It won't be written. I am getting boatloads of ideas in the mean time, so I've been putting them up here for a later date. Remember, I said ideas. This story doesn't have a plot yet, which, because I don't just want to write an Harry-Potter-as-OC-insert story, will have to have some stuff about the wizarding world. This means that this is not meant to be continued right now. Tell me whether you liked it anyways
For the reviewers who've been reviewing Emrys' Residence and Son of Destiny (sadly, none seems to be interested in my exciting idea for a Danny Phantom x Legend of Korra crossover...):
Yes, Emrys' residence will be continued, albeit sporadically. Emrys' residence is my something on the side fic, to be written in between other things.
No, Son of Destiny will not be continued any time soon. I have no plot yet, you see, and stories are (for me) no fun without plots. For now I have just the idea, as you have read, which is not equivalent to a plot.
Onwards! To the brand new prologue!
The Ultimatum
Time slowed. Long sounds escaped the speakers, as stroboscopic lights flickered at a snail's pace. People were moving at mere millimeters per minute, and were looking happy. Lucifer, however, did not look happy at all. More like bored. Bored as hell.
"Amenadiel, you do know, I hope, that you could just as well ask daddy to stop being such an ass to me, do you? The success rate is certainly higher than what you're doing now."
The recently no longer so stoic face of Amenadiel scowled at him. "You have to return, Lucifer. Return, or we will take measures you really won't like."
Lucifer put a finger to his chin, as he looked up to the ceiling in a façade of deep thought. "Let me think… No."
Amenadiel's eyes gained a spark of sarcastic humor. "All right."
Lucifer turned his gaze to the angel, a flicker of surprise washing over his face, before he smiled brightly. "Okay then, it seems you have finally given up. You know, now I can trust you not nagging me about unimportant things all the time, why not join me for a drink?"
"Ah, Lucifer." Amenadiel smiled too, a patronizing smile. Lucifer's eyebrows came closer to his eyes, as he regarded the divine being's expression more closely. "It's not that simple. You see, now that you won't go back to hell, we have chosen to enact some of the divine plans that include you actually being out of hell."
"Ah, but, my dear Amenadiel…" Lucifer said with a drawl. "You forget that you will need my co-operation for them. And I am not going to do what you want from me."
"That is why we took measures beforehand." Lucifer's fluid movements halted stockingly.
"You dare…?!" He ground out.
"Yes." Amenadiel answered. "And now we are absolutely certain there is no other way, we have acted. There is nothing you can do about it."
"Eighteen years." Lucifer said. "You condemn this world to eighteen years of further life? Because your pretty little egos can't stand that I have chosen my OWN WAY?" Lucifer was no longer a man, but a demon, the lord of hell. His anger scorched the nearby tables, and the angel looked frightened, rightfully so. But the angel persevered, and stood his ground, to bounce back.
"One. One year. Father is almighty, and in his infinite forgiveness he has granted you yet another chance to repent. Kill it and return to hell within one year, and the plan will not have to be enacted. The world will live. Decker will live." The angel remained stoic. There was no pleasure to be had discussing the destruction of the world.
Lucifer seethed, but refused to look at the angel, acting as if he didn't exist.
"We have ended our other plans for you. Your mortality problems, as you put it, are over now."
Lucifer took a barstool and sat down, not yielding to the gaze of Amenadiel, and poured himself yet another drink.
Time started again.