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Chapter 13

Lorne takes a look at his watch, it was getting really late now. "Now the finale boys and girls."

Los Angeles

Lucifer walked into the factory that he had settled in previously and looked around. The factory had been abandoned for some time so it was very bare, plenty of space to breathe in compared to those little holes the vermin build and live in. Lucifer raised his hand and a fiery-red fireball began to form in his palm and within seconds, he unleashed it the walls; the entire building shuddered and collapsed at the weight of the impact and Lucifer laughed.

While the human shell prevented him, as well as the other Old Ones from reaching their true potential, there were still ways around it. Apparently the humans, some of them anyways, had developed the ability to utilize the Art of Dark Magic which was long thought impossible to be harnessed by such inferior mortals. The human shell used Dark Magic to combat a powerful demon sorcerer and despite his best efforts failed to even scratch him aside from throwing him around. 'Foolish human, dark magic are for demons.'

Though he had learned to make use of the magic attack the shell had learned and mastered it to the point where it could level an entire mountain itself thanks to his own powers. In the old days the Old Ones had very little use for magic all the time as most of the battles were fought with countless minions and powerful weapons; if necessary though they would use mystical attacks.

After the quick skirmish on top of the city, Lucifer knew that Gabriel would not be much of a problem to dispose with though he never did had much trouble in the past. It was Illyria whom he was concerned of. His sources had noted that most of her powers had been drained due to her ignorance of her shell's limits and her strength was reduced to that of a slayer, perhaps above the slayer. 'Slayers…if it wasn't for them this world would probably still belong to us.'

It seemed that after the fall of Gabriel and Illyria, a band of Magi humans escaped from Lucifer and fled to an isolated island. There they used the magic Gabriel had taught them to fuse a demon spirit into a mere human female and thus, the First Slayer. The First Slayer, as well as her descendents, and many other champions led the humans to victory over the remaining Old Ones who were too busy fighting each other.

Lucifer was many of the Old Ones who fell to the scythe of the Slayer for he was too careless and drove his Elemental Gods into hiding across the Earth, where they waited for a chance to bring him back to this world. The Elementals reverted and rejoined their own elements and hid until the Guardian of the Deeper Well would falter.

The shell however seems to be a descendent of those Magi humans that were now know as the 'Watchers' who kept an eye on the Slayers. According to the shell's memories though, the Watchers had been destroyed by some great evil as ancient as he was. He would search high and low across the Earth to skew every last Watcher and Slayer he could find until they have been driven extinct. However, something kept him from that agenda for another obstruction had to be taken care of.

Would you have loved me?

I have loved you, ever since I have known you.

…I will never leave you!

…I swear on my life we will find a way to stop this!

No matter how hard Lucifer tried, the memories of the shell could not be fully suppressed and at times they have surfaced and brought pain to his mind. It did not hurt him physically but he despised such powerful emotions, which he did not have. What was worse out of them all was the next set of memories which related to one of his most hatred rivals.

Watch over her for me.

You're a very inspirational person have I not told you that?

This will help you heal.

Is it better?

I…I love you.

While most of the time the shell had hurled insults towards Illyria and scorned her, the shell actually held a piece of desire for Illyria. The closest thing Lucifer could relate the desire to would be 'love,' but not the worship kind, a more complicated feeling related to humans.

Its last moments with Illyria brought some of that love for her to the surface and it knew about the lie but was able to settle with it because it realized its love for her. This disgusted Lucifer as the memory of its last moments recycled again, again, and again in his mind. The only way to stop it would be to forget it but the thoughts of Illyria alive kept it going; he would have to rid himself of Illyria to do it.

"Scourge!" Lucifer cried out. Scourge walked up towards him and shook off some of the debris that fell on him and stood ready.

"Tell me." Lucifer said but paused for a minute. "How well does your shell know Illyria's shell?"

Scourge stared at Lucifer with his shell's eyes. "For some time ever since our shells met hers. He was the first to obtain her but eventually lost her." He chuckled. "It is not difficult for me to hold back such memories. They are full of…sorrow."

"But it is difficult for me." Lucifer replied. "This shell had been fighting for her for years; his emotions are incredibly strong and hard to deal with." He gasped for a bit. "And some inappropriate."

Scourge raised an eyebrow. "Inappropriate? How so?"

"Their mouths touched numerous times." Lucifer placed his right hand on his lip and felt it. "Humans apparently enjoy touching each other physically. Disgusting. I can almost feel it."

"I do not believe there is much we can do about it." Scourge said.

"Perhaps." Lucifer replied as he looked up at the sky. "We have adapted well to this world with our limited powers." He turned to see the red sun arise on the horizon. "It is time, summon the Elements, a battle is about to begin."