Warlock
The usual, don't own anything from the show.
It was a quiet ride to Xander's apartment. Dawn's crying had lowered to the occasional sniffling and nervous glances towards Gunner. Who's knuckles were turning white from the grip he had on the steering wheel. The fear that was coming off Dawn was making it hard for him to concentrate.
Xander just sat in the front seat staring at the sword. Absentmindedly thought of the silver lettering and remembered what his grandmother said his name meant. Protector of men. It was laughable, all this power and some guy holds him down with a thought.
The soldier spirit inside him continued to feed him information, tactics, weapons, fighting styles. This Warlock energy was unlocking it all. Further into the recesses of his mind he felt the power chipping away at the walls he put up around the hyena spirit's memories. He had said nothing to Giles about it, but he still felt some of it's presence there. The strength, the need to kill, all of it cried out to him at his most violent moments. No where near as powerful as it should have been, the spirit wasn't actually there after all, but it made him nervous none the less.
The Hyena liked Xander's body, the same went for the Soldier. Though he was afraid to admit it, Xander had liked them there to. He wasn't too sure what would happen when the walls came down and the shadows of the spirits were free again. Maybe nothing but useful information, but the nights events kept Xander from believing that. He and Gunner would have to discuss what will have to be done.
Spike sat beside Dawn stroking her hair and whispering comforting words to her. The blood had helped but he still felt weak and his stomach wound was healing too slowly for his liking. He had no idea who the red eyed freak was, but when he had said Spike's mortal name he felt a spark of memory in the back of his mind.
Feeling's of intense betrayal and disbelief, feeling's of disillusionment. A shiver from Dawn brought him back to the real world and he hugged her tightly even if it sent pain through his still torn organs.
" I'll get him." He promised to himself " I'll get him if it's the last thing I do."
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"Buffy, I really wish you would listen to reason." Giles grumbled " Xander and Spike never got along in his volatile state Xander may merely attack us again."
" He got lucky last time Giles, I'm the Slayer. He caught me by surprise." Buffy said fiercely " I won't let it happen again."
Giles merely let Buffy continue deluding herself. He knew what Xander was, A hybrid of Warlock and Hell Guardian was extremely rare. He remembered only two cases of it happening in a Watcher Diary entry. The first was known as Draco and the second Alexander. Both had been referred to as 'The Fallen'. This didn't insight much faith in what Xander my become. Draco and Alexander had been described as having almost god like strength and speed, uncanny control over magic's as well as a nearly unbeatable fighting style.
If Xander was anywhere near as strong as those two had supposedly have been then they were in serious trouble. He doubted that even Glory would be able to stand up against Xander when his power was fully realized. The Warlocks had a strong control over Elemental Magic's which fit perfectly with their name sake. Fortunately it took years of training for a Warlock to obtain such power so they would be safe from any spells from the obviously off balance Xander.
"If he turns to evil he will have to be killed." He thought to himself " We obviously can't trust Buffy to do it, she would merely face him, lose, run away, say to herself that she was the Slayer then repeat that cycle. No she could never do it. Xander would have to be eliminated if he turned to evil, no question about it."
Giles shivered at this thought, at that moment he never felt more like Travers, which was to say and unpleasant feeling. He looked over to Buffy and frowned, he couldn't help but feel that the council was right to have forbidden personal relationships between Slayers and others. Though her friends had helped Buffy stay alive they had also made her sheltered.
The Slayers before her understood that humans could be ten times worse than any demon and would sometimes have to be killed. Demons only did what was in there nature and what was often required for them to stay alive. Most demons even denied such urges. Humans on the other hand did evil on their own accord, they had a choice.
Buffy could never kill another human, she would let them go no matter how evil saying it wasn't her right to make judgement, saying she should leave it to the proper authority's, and just what the hell was she?
The Hell Guardians were considered true evil incarnate. Former Warlocks that turned from the light and chose to side with The Morning Star. They chose that life and no matter how strong they grew or how many centuries they lived they would always just be human.
Giles was driven from his thoughts when he heard Buffy gasp and drop her stake. Looking to Spike's crypt he saw that the door was ripped away from it's hinges. The door laid on a shattered television set with a large dent in it's center. A glimmer of light caught his eye. Looking over he saw a large Claymore laying in a puddle of blood. By the slightly congealed color Giles could tell it was from a vampire, most likely Spike. Above the puddle was a hole the width of a blade. If it was indeed Spike's blood, then he had lost it in a most painful manner.
"Who the Hell could have done this?" Buffy mumbled. He Slayer sense had gone off like a fire alarm the moment she came in. There was an intense feeling of evil in the room, far worse than anything she had felt from a vampire. She felt like every good emotion in her was being extinguished.
"Buffy are you all right?" Giles asked with a concerned look on his face. Buffy didn't know it but she had become very pale as soon as she had entered the crypt. Like something was draining her of her vitality
"Let's get out of here Giles, there something wrong with this place." Buffy said, shivering the whole time
" What do you mean? This isn't the first time you've been in Spike's crypt." He said.
" Just trust me, lets get out of here." Turning on her heel Buffy stumbled out of the crypt. Giles followed her with the Claymore slung over his shoulder. Buffy regained some of her color when she was outside
"Buffy what is wrong. You looked like you saw a ghost in there." Giles said with a concerned look on his face
" I don't know what it was Giles, but it was evil. I felt like the life was being sucked out of me. I never felt so empty, ever." She explained
" Well you certainly looked it." He said with a nod. Taking the Claymore of his shoulder Giles examined the blade in what little moonlight was available due to the clouds. It was well crafted, unusually light for a weapon of it's size. The blade was razor sharp, which would explain how it would be able to pierce stone. But even then it would take immense strength to force it in.
Suddenly the clouds parted and the light shined fully on the sword and Giles got a true look at it. The blade had a mirror polish and was etched with runes that glowed in the moon light. Where the blade ended and the hilt began there was an emerald with the mark of the Hell Guardians attached to it in gold. Finally his eyes fell upon the silver lettering on the guard and he dropped the sword.
"Oh God no."
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"So he's back." Grimm said to himself "I hope the kids ready. Katherine lets hope your boy is as strong as you were, 'cause we're gonna need him." Looking out the window Grimm saw a 'Now Leaving New York' sign. Tired didn't even come near to how Grimm felt. He had lived long, longer than most should. Sometimes he wondered why he didn't just drop it all and follow William's path.
Because Katherine would never give it up, so neither can you. You can't stand the thought of her thinking badly of you
" So here I am instead. 2 millennia, 1 decade, 1 year, 4 months, 2 weeks, 3 days, 7 hours, 19 minutes old. But hey at least I have my hair." He said quickly with one breath.
But you don't have her.
" Honestly, you've been in my head for the last 4 centuries ,4 years, 7 months, 9 we-"
Oh stop it, must your really do that all the time.
" I don't know, maybe I have that obsessive compulsive bull shit everyone keeps blaming their quirks on. If there's one thing I hate about these times is everyone placing the blame on something else." He growled
So they should be like you and blame themselves for things that are out of their control.
" Damn right." Grimm mumbled. The bus stopped at an intersection, next to it was the common mom and pop shops you would see on the outskirts of the states. He still remembered when that was the only way you could get groceries short of growing your own. He felt all of his 2011 years and 4 months right then. " Maybe I should trade in my leather and silk for plaid pants and a white belt."
Yeah right. It took you a year to get rid of your damn disco clothes.
" Hey, disco would have come back if those damn punk rockers hadn't come along." Grimm yelled. At this point there was a 6 seat radius of empty space around Grimm. The fact that he had been talking to himself for nearly and hour scared everyone off.
All except a pimply 15 year old run away that had developed an instant crush on the silk and leather clad man. The bus driver occasionally threw back nervous glances at Grimm, but Grimm's white hair and menacing 6' 2" build kept him from throwing him off the bus.
" Why are you in my head? I've asked you this everyday since you first spoke, but you've never answered." He mumbled
And I've always given you the same answer, I don't know. Before you, there was nothing brother.
" I wish you would stop calling me that."
When you stop breaking every fucking measure of time into years, weeks, minutes and seconds.
" All these centuries and no one could figure out where you came from, they just figured I was insane." Grimm mumbled as he slowly drifted to sleep.
You are insane.
" Well yeah, but I meant in a schizophrenic way. But so what if I'm insane, William always said insane always beats big."
Yeah and look where he is now.
" I can't, when your lost to us, your literally lost to us. Man I wish God were here." He sighed, drifting further and further into sleep.
I wish I had been around when he…uhhh… she…whatever, was around.
" You would have liked it, it's like speaking to a best friend, cool uncle, big brothers cool friend, non-butting in mother, dad that doesn't try to keep cool by pretending to like your music, all wrapped up in one." Grimm said this with a smile remembering all the times during his Archangel training when he had just sat down with God and spoke to him through the nocturnal hours of limbo.
You never did find out where….., look I'm just going to call him 'he', went.
" You try finding a universe creating deity."
Do you think he'll ever come back? I would really like to meet him.
" We've had this conversation so many times even I with my OCD will not attempt to put it into numbers." Grimm said with exasperation " But yes I think he will. I'm sure of it."
(Flash)
A black hared Grimm and a blonde hared man are walking around a Buddhist temple. Both are wearing light leather armor despite the cold temperatures on the mountain top. Grimm has a Roman battle sword attached to his belt and the blonde hared man has a large ax strapped to his back. Stopping before the great shrine of Buddha the blonde hared man bends down lights a piece of incense and offers a prayer.
" Lucifer, wouldn't the lord be angry that you are doing this?" Grimm asked. He looked the same only much more innocent. His eyes didn't have the tired look they would possess in the future.
" They didn't teach you much about him in the Hulud Kai camps did they?" Lucifer asked in a relaxed manner, his voice had a very melodically incline tune.
" No, the trainers said we could worry about that if we survived long enough to become Archangels." Said Grimm looking a bit embarrassed that he had such little knowledge of the being that entrusted Grimm and his comrades to help maintain what he had created.
" To answer your question Grimm, no he won't. Trust me I've known him for quite some time." Lucifer answered after rising to his feet " Buddhism basically preaches what his kids gonna preach in a couple of decades. Be nice to your neighbor, killing people is bad, killing a baby then drinking it's blood will not grant you immortality, no don't rape those women then keep them for breeding whores. As long as it's about peace and harmony with the things around you he doesn't care if you pray to a goat."
" I see, so what does he do about the ones that don't talk about good stuff."
" That's where you guys come in." Lucifer said with a smirk
There was a tranquil silence after that. The sunlight broke through the clouds and shined down on the mountain. The monks that were outside tending to some of the plant stopped and let themselves enjoy some of the rare sunshine that managed to get through on the usually cloudy mountain.
" Remember Grimm, as long as you truly regret it he's always willing to forgive you, and in your times of most dire need; when things are at there worst and when you think he doesn't care, ask for his help and he'll come to your aide. That's the pact he made with all Angels, Archangels and Horsemen."
(End flashback)
A slow tear trickled down Grimm's face. 10 years later Lucifer rebelled, he had had enough after seeing hundreds of innocent children slaughtered when the star heralding the arrival of the lords child shined down. Grimm would never forget the flames that rose in the heavens. The very Earth shook with force of the battle. An entire continent sunk into the depths of the sea. When it was all over he stood there and watched as one after another Angels, Archangels, and Warlocks alike were all cast into Hell. Finally there were only 3 left, Lucifer and two of the original 4 Horsemen, Pestilence and Famine. Lucifer's face and torso had been horribly disfigured by Michael's sword. His ax lay shattered on the ground, his once proud and regal wings were a broken and bloody mess.
God stood before the three in his most favorite form, an old blind beggar woman. Lucifer was to the Angels as the Horsemen were to the Warlocks and losing the three was a heavy loss. Hobbling over to Lucifer, God ran his hands over Lucifer's ruined face. The wounds healed immediately, but the marks remained.
Who was once considered the most beautiful of all angels was a torn shadow of his former glory. Suddenly smoke rose from Lucifer's forehead when it cleared a spiked upside down version of the Warlock symbol was there. Both Horsemen cried out in pain as their wrists smoked and their Unkes with clenched gauntlets were replaced with the spiked inverted Unkes with a Pentagram at the tip.
Turning from them God hobbled away to grieve in the privacy of his abode, which none but Lucifer had ever seen. Turning back to the three traitors, Michael, Gabriel and Azrael shoved the two horsemen into Hell. They put up no resistance. Before Michael could reach him Lucifer stepped away and walked towards Grimm. All the Warlock's, Archangels and Angels present immediately drew their weapons. But Grimm merely raised his hand and waved them down.
" Remember Grimm, it's always waiting if you truly regret it." Lucifer whispered. Stepping forward Lucifer placed a kiss on Grimm's mouth. His lips felt rough and scarred, nothing like the smooth silk they had once been like. But Grimm would have settled for no lesser goodbye. Backing away Lucifer stepped into the portal and disappeared.
The older Angels and two remaining Horsemen claimed that they heard the very universe cry out in agony when Lucifer went into Hell. Many said they were just dealing with the shock. But Grimm knew better, he had heard the cry to and knew who it came from. Grimm had only known Lucifer for 15 years and he felt like a part of him had been torn out of his body when he left. One could only imagine how Lucifer's Creator, his Father had felt when he felt his first born, his most beloved above all his creations leave him forever
It had been a day to remember. The day that Heaven had been split in two. The day the skies burned. The day the Hell Guardians were formed. The day Grimm watched his friend, mentor, surrogate brother and lover step into Hell to rule his new kingdom.
To be continued….
So what do you think. Before I get bombarded with reviews (yeah right) I'm not making Grimm gay, he swings both ways baby but I doubt that I'll write in any Horsemen/Man loving. I'm not making any comments on people religious beliefs and such. And if your some crazy homophobe don't even bother flaming you damn fascist mother fucker….. (GLARE)
The usual, don't own anything from the show.
It was a quiet ride to Xander's apartment. Dawn's crying had lowered to the occasional sniffling and nervous glances towards Gunner. Who's knuckles were turning white from the grip he had on the steering wheel. The fear that was coming off Dawn was making it hard for him to concentrate.
Xander just sat in the front seat staring at the sword. Absentmindedly thought of the silver lettering and remembered what his grandmother said his name meant. Protector of men. It was laughable, all this power and some guy holds him down with a thought.
The soldier spirit inside him continued to feed him information, tactics, weapons, fighting styles. This Warlock energy was unlocking it all. Further into the recesses of his mind he felt the power chipping away at the walls he put up around the hyena spirit's memories. He had said nothing to Giles about it, but he still felt some of it's presence there. The strength, the need to kill, all of it cried out to him at his most violent moments. No where near as powerful as it should have been, the spirit wasn't actually there after all, but it made him nervous none the less.
The Hyena liked Xander's body, the same went for the Soldier. Though he was afraid to admit it, Xander had liked them there to. He wasn't too sure what would happen when the walls came down and the shadows of the spirits were free again. Maybe nothing but useful information, but the nights events kept Xander from believing that. He and Gunner would have to discuss what will have to be done.
Spike sat beside Dawn stroking her hair and whispering comforting words to her. The blood had helped but he still felt weak and his stomach wound was healing too slowly for his liking. He had no idea who the red eyed freak was, but when he had said Spike's mortal name he felt a spark of memory in the back of his mind.
Feeling's of intense betrayal and disbelief, feeling's of disillusionment. A shiver from Dawn brought him back to the real world and he hugged her tightly even if it sent pain through his still torn organs.
" I'll get him." He promised to himself " I'll get him if it's the last thing I do."
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"Buffy, I really wish you would listen to reason." Giles grumbled " Xander and Spike never got along in his volatile state Xander may merely attack us again."
" He got lucky last time Giles, I'm the Slayer. He caught me by surprise." Buffy said fiercely " I won't let it happen again."
Giles merely let Buffy continue deluding herself. He knew what Xander was, A hybrid of Warlock and Hell Guardian was extremely rare. He remembered only two cases of it happening in a Watcher Diary entry. The first was known as Draco and the second Alexander. Both had been referred to as 'The Fallen'. This didn't insight much faith in what Xander my become. Draco and Alexander had been described as having almost god like strength and speed, uncanny control over magic's as well as a nearly unbeatable fighting style.
If Xander was anywhere near as strong as those two had supposedly have been then they were in serious trouble. He doubted that even Glory would be able to stand up against Xander when his power was fully realized. The Warlocks had a strong control over Elemental Magic's which fit perfectly with their name sake. Fortunately it took years of training for a Warlock to obtain such power so they would be safe from any spells from the obviously off balance Xander.
"If he turns to evil he will have to be killed." He thought to himself " We obviously can't trust Buffy to do it, she would merely face him, lose, run away, say to herself that she was the Slayer then repeat that cycle. No she could never do it. Xander would have to be eliminated if he turned to evil, no question about it."
Giles shivered at this thought, at that moment he never felt more like Travers, which was to say and unpleasant feeling. He looked over to Buffy and frowned, he couldn't help but feel that the council was right to have forbidden personal relationships between Slayers and others. Though her friends had helped Buffy stay alive they had also made her sheltered.
The Slayers before her understood that humans could be ten times worse than any demon and would sometimes have to be killed. Demons only did what was in there nature and what was often required for them to stay alive. Most demons even denied such urges. Humans on the other hand did evil on their own accord, they had a choice.
Buffy could never kill another human, she would let them go no matter how evil saying it wasn't her right to make judgement, saying she should leave it to the proper authority's, and just what the hell was she?
The Hell Guardians were considered true evil incarnate. Former Warlocks that turned from the light and chose to side with The Morning Star. They chose that life and no matter how strong they grew or how many centuries they lived they would always just be human.
Giles was driven from his thoughts when he heard Buffy gasp and drop her stake. Looking to Spike's crypt he saw that the door was ripped away from it's hinges. The door laid on a shattered television set with a large dent in it's center. A glimmer of light caught his eye. Looking over he saw a large Claymore laying in a puddle of blood. By the slightly congealed color Giles could tell it was from a vampire, most likely Spike. Above the puddle was a hole the width of a blade. If it was indeed Spike's blood, then he had lost it in a most painful manner.
"Who the Hell could have done this?" Buffy mumbled. He Slayer sense had gone off like a fire alarm the moment she came in. There was an intense feeling of evil in the room, far worse than anything she had felt from a vampire. She felt like every good emotion in her was being extinguished.
"Buffy are you all right?" Giles asked with a concerned look on his face. Buffy didn't know it but she had become very pale as soon as she had entered the crypt. Like something was draining her of her vitality
"Let's get out of here Giles, there something wrong with this place." Buffy said, shivering the whole time
" What do you mean? This isn't the first time you've been in Spike's crypt." He said.
" Just trust me, lets get out of here." Turning on her heel Buffy stumbled out of the crypt. Giles followed her with the Claymore slung over his shoulder. Buffy regained some of her color when she was outside
"Buffy what is wrong. You looked like you saw a ghost in there." Giles said with a concerned look on his face
" I don't know what it was Giles, but it was evil. I felt like the life was being sucked out of me. I never felt so empty, ever." She explained
" Well you certainly looked it." He said with a nod. Taking the Claymore of his shoulder Giles examined the blade in what little moonlight was available due to the clouds. It was well crafted, unusually light for a weapon of it's size. The blade was razor sharp, which would explain how it would be able to pierce stone. But even then it would take immense strength to force it in.
Suddenly the clouds parted and the light shined fully on the sword and Giles got a true look at it. The blade had a mirror polish and was etched with runes that glowed in the moon light. Where the blade ended and the hilt began there was an emerald with the mark of the Hell Guardians attached to it in gold. Finally his eyes fell upon the silver lettering on the guard and he dropped the sword.
"Oh God no."
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"So he's back." Grimm said to himself "I hope the kids ready. Katherine lets hope your boy is as strong as you were, 'cause we're gonna need him." Looking out the window Grimm saw a 'Now Leaving New York' sign. Tired didn't even come near to how Grimm felt. He had lived long, longer than most should. Sometimes he wondered why he didn't just drop it all and follow William's path.
Because Katherine would never give it up, so neither can you. You can't stand the thought of her thinking badly of you
" So here I am instead. 2 millennia, 1 decade, 1 year, 4 months, 2 weeks, 3 days, 7 hours, 19 minutes old. But hey at least I have my hair." He said quickly with one breath.
But you don't have her.
" Honestly, you've been in my head for the last 4 centuries ,4 years, 7 months, 9 we-"
Oh stop it, must your really do that all the time.
" I don't know, maybe I have that obsessive compulsive bull shit everyone keeps blaming their quirks on. If there's one thing I hate about these times is everyone placing the blame on something else." He growled
So they should be like you and blame themselves for things that are out of their control.
" Damn right." Grimm mumbled. The bus stopped at an intersection, next to it was the common mom and pop shops you would see on the outskirts of the states. He still remembered when that was the only way you could get groceries short of growing your own. He felt all of his 2011 years and 4 months right then. " Maybe I should trade in my leather and silk for plaid pants and a white belt."
Yeah right. It took you a year to get rid of your damn disco clothes.
" Hey, disco would have come back if those damn punk rockers hadn't come along." Grimm yelled. At this point there was a 6 seat radius of empty space around Grimm. The fact that he had been talking to himself for nearly and hour scared everyone off.
All except a pimply 15 year old run away that had developed an instant crush on the silk and leather clad man. The bus driver occasionally threw back nervous glances at Grimm, but Grimm's white hair and menacing 6' 2" build kept him from throwing him off the bus.
" Why are you in my head? I've asked you this everyday since you first spoke, but you've never answered." He mumbled
And I've always given you the same answer, I don't know. Before you, there was nothing brother.
" I wish you would stop calling me that."
When you stop breaking every fucking measure of time into years, weeks, minutes and seconds.
" All these centuries and no one could figure out where you came from, they just figured I was insane." Grimm mumbled as he slowly drifted to sleep.
You are insane.
" Well yeah, but I meant in a schizophrenic way. But so what if I'm insane, William always said insane always beats big."
Yeah and look where he is now.
" I can't, when your lost to us, your literally lost to us. Man I wish God were here." He sighed, drifting further and further into sleep.
I wish I had been around when he…uhhh… she…whatever, was around.
" You would have liked it, it's like speaking to a best friend, cool uncle, big brothers cool friend, non-butting in mother, dad that doesn't try to keep cool by pretending to like your music, all wrapped up in one." Grimm said this with a smile remembering all the times during his Archangel training when he had just sat down with God and spoke to him through the nocturnal hours of limbo.
You never did find out where….., look I'm just going to call him 'he', went.
" You try finding a universe creating deity."
Do you think he'll ever come back? I would really like to meet him.
" We've had this conversation so many times even I with my OCD will not attempt to put it into numbers." Grimm said with exasperation " But yes I think he will. I'm sure of it."
(Flash)
A black hared Grimm and a blonde hared man are walking around a Buddhist temple. Both are wearing light leather armor despite the cold temperatures on the mountain top. Grimm has a Roman battle sword attached to his belt and the blonde hared man has a large ax strapped to his back. Stopping before the great shrine of Buddha the blonde hared man bends down lights a piece of incense and offers a prayer.
" Lucifer, wouldn't the lord be angry that you are doing this?" Grimm asked. He looked the same only much more innocent. His eyes didn't have the tired look they would possess in the future.
" They didn't teach you much about him in the Hulud Kai camps did they?" Lucifer asked in a relaxed manner, his voice had a very melodically incline tune.
" No, the trainers said we could worry about that if we survived long enough to become Archangels." Said Grimm looking a bit embarrassed that he had such little knowledge of the being that entrusted Grimm and his comrades to help maintain what he had created.
" To answer your question Grimm, no he won't. Trust me I've known him for quite some time." Lucifer answered after rising to his feet " Buddhism basically preaches what his kids gonna preach in a couple of decades. Be nice to your neighbor, killing people is bad, killing a baby then drinking it's blood will not grant you immortality, no don't rape those women then keep them for breeding whores. As long as it's about peace and harmony with the things around you he doesn't care if you pray to a goat."
" I see, so what does he do about the ones that don't talk about good stuff."
" That's where you guys come in." Lucifer said with a smirk
There was a tranquil silence after that. The sunlight broke through the clouds and shined down on the mountain. The monks that were outside tending to some of the plant stopped and let themselves enjoy some of the rare sunshine that managed to get through on the usually cloudy mountain.
" Remember Grimm, as long as you truly regret it he's always willing to forgive you, and in your times of most dire need; when things are at there worst and when you think he doesn't care, ask for his help and he'll come to your aide. That's the pact he made with all Angels, Archangels and Horsemen."
(End flashback)
A slow tear trickled down Grimm's face. 10 years later Lucifer rebelled, he had had enough after seeing hundreds of innocent children slaughtered when the star heralding the arrival of the lords child shined down. Grimm would never forget the flames that rose in the heavens. The very Earth shook with force of the battle. An entire continent sunk into the depths of the sea. When it was all over he stood there and watched as one after another Angels, Archangels, and Warlocks alike were all cast into Hell. Finally there were only 3 left, Lucifer and two of the original 4 Horsemen, Pestilence and Famine. Lucifer's face and torso had been horribly disfigured by Michael's sword. His ax lay shattered on the ground, his once proud and regal wings were a broken and bloody mess.
God stood before the three in his most favorite form, an old blind beggar woman. Lucifer was to the Angels as the Horsemen were to the Warlocks and losing the three was a heavy loss. Hobbling over to Lucifer, God ran his hands over Lucifer's ruined face. The wounds healed immediately, but the marks remained.
Who was once considered the most beautiful of all angels was a torn shadow of his former glory. Suddenly smoke rose from Lucifer's forehead when it cleared a spiked upside down version of the Warlock symbol was there. Both Horsemen cried out in pain as their wrists smoked and their Unkes with clenched gauntlets were replaced with the spiked inverted Unkes with a Pentagram at the tip.
Turning from them God hobbled away to grieve in the privacy of his abode, which none but Lucifer had ever seen. Turning back to the three traitors, Michael, Gabriel and Azrael shoved the two horsemen into Hell. They put up no resistance. Before Michael could reach him Lucifer stepped away and walked towards Grimm. All the Warlock's, Archangels and Angels present immediately drew their weapons. But Grimm merely raised his hand and waved them down.
" Remember Grimm, it's always waiting if you truly regret it." Lucifer whispered. Stepping forward Lucifer placed a kiss on Grimm's mouth. His lips felt rough and scarred, nothing like the smooth silk they had once been like. But Grimm would have settled for no lesser goodbye. Backing away Lucifer stepped into the portal and disappeared.
The older Angels and two remaining Horsemen claimed that they heard the very universe cry out in agony when Lucifer went into Hell. Many said they were just dealing with the shock. But Grimm knew better, he had heard the cry to and knew who it came from. Grimm had only known Lucifer for 15 years and he felt like a part of him had been torn out of his body when he left. One could only imagine how Lucifer's Creator, his Father had felt when he felt his first born, his most beloved above all his creations leave him forever
It had been a day to remember. The day that Heaven had been split in two. The day the skies burned. The day the Hell Guardians were formed. The day Grimm watched his friend, mentor, surrogate brother and lover step into Hell to rule his new kingdom.
To be continued….
So what do you think. Before I get bombarded with reviews (yeah right) I'm not making Grimm gay, he swings both ways baby but I doubt that I'll write in any Horsemen/Man loving. I'm not making any comments on people religious beliefs and such. And if your some crazy homophobe don't even bother flaming you damn fascist mother fucker….. (GLARE)