Wassup my dudes
Update May 2020:
SO I have been doing a lot of re-reading.
I'm still re-writing the chapters since I'm not satisfied with them either. Lucifer was too whiny and carefree for my liking. He's supposed to have a Machiavellian kind of character, not an edgy 15 years old. I'm still revising almost every chapters including the 'mountain training' part where he started to question his past but decided not to bother with it. Shit's taking a long time yo, especially since I got other stories I like to work on. SO I skipped ahead and deal with one of biggest major issues of this story; this chapter.
I think we can all agree that this chapter is when shit kinda gone to a weird direction. I'm no longer as happy as it is — not because of the mean reviews, but because I am well aware it's taken a drastic change to almost a completely different story. And honestly, I don't like it. Or no longer liked the idea, at least.
Once again, I am sorry for changing my mind. But people do be changin' yo. Cuz we be peeps. Humans change and shit like that. I happened to mature and decided that my past self was stupid
That said, I'm not dropping this story. I do believe I'm able to write it better now and have a clearer direction of where I want it to go. I would appreciate it if you give this another chance, and thank you for sticking around.
nohomotho
SO. The changes for this chapter include:
-Reworked Lucifer vs Kokabiel's fighting scene.
-Toned down the edge
-Changed a rather crucial outcome
-Obviously changed the next arc
Aight, enjoy my dudes
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Lucifer
Chapter XXII
||Redemption||
"Unpleasant as ever, this place is. Ironic if you think of it. Considering this place is right below a bloody church."
Those words came out his smiling mouth without weight as Lucifer emerged from his portal. It would be his last weightless words for a good while once he glanced around the spacious area, and saw her.
Her crimson hair sprawled on the floor. A pool of red flowed from her limp body. The blood flowed like a lazy river, and time suddenly slowed for him.
Like a punch through the gut; Lucifer felt the harsh reality of the world he lived in.
His world crumbled and his smile disappeared.
Rossweisse sat helplessly beside her. An angry red line marring her back, drenching her armor, but he saw only Rias.
Her hands were coated with red. Her clothes were messily bloodied and torn. Rossweisse looked at him in distress. Confusion and terror mixed into one as tears fell from her chin.
A broken look. One he'd sworn to never let her to show.
"And who might you be?" A tall and extremely pale man standing by her with a sword held on his right hand. His red eyes stared at him but lacked the rest of the emotions currently spilling off Rossweisse's face.
"I've seen that face before... Hey I know you!" Freed said, jubilant with the encounter, "We met the other night. No idea why he's here. Hey are you lost?!"
Lucifer didn't respond. As more and more Devils and the church's envoys walked in cautiously through his portal, gaining the attention of Kokabiel and his warrior of light, Lucifer walked towards her. His gait slow at first, but quickly broke off into a panicked run.
"Hmph. Her lover I see." Kokabiel muttered. Passively he observed the young man, now kneeling beside the Gremory. He directed his attention and his light sword to those he believed might be able to grant him amusement. "None of you are, however."
"Kokabiel..." Sona seethed. Seeing the Gremory whom she grew up with since neither of them could barely walk in that state had drained all of her composure. Her vision had never been blurred with red this fast. Anger coursed through her veins, and her body flared with a pale blue aura; a trademark for the Sitri.
"Leviathan's younger sister..." Kokabiel grinned as he recognized her, extending his arms as if to welcome her. "Seems I was mistaken to think this day can't get any better. Your head will make a fine collection to my trophies."
"You... you will pay for this!"
Xenovia only needed one look at her partner to make up her mind. Once she saw Irina, grievously wounded, her knuckles whitened from clenching her sword too hard, and gritted her teeth before letting loose of an enraged roar.
"HRAAAAAH!" She brandished her Excalibur Destruction, violently shredding the wraps and rushed towards him. Griselda didn't get a chance to stop her.
But her rage wasn't the only one that burned and exploded the moment the fuse was lit. Sona had cast a torrent of water, its violent stream resembling a large sea serpent hovering above her and her servants.
As the fighting began, the shouts and the yells and the harsh sound of steel clashing against solidified light, Lucifer remained deaf to everything else. He heard their screams, their battlecries, the violent splashes of water and the crumbling rocks from the stone pillars, the sound of explosions or the buzzing of a light sword, Rossweisse's choked sobs, everything.
In midst of the brewing chaos, Lucifer conjured a small protective barrier. Nothing could hurt her anymore. Nothing should.
Gently, he lifted her by her shoulders, and brought her head close to his chest. Few specks of blood stained his white dress shirt as he cradled her tightly, rocking her back and forth, repeating the word "no." every now and then between his choked sobs.
Her crimson locks fell over his arms, and he found that not even the metallic smell of blood could dampen her lovable scent.
She was cold. How long had her body laid on the cold ground? Her warmth now had been stolen. The silence of her lifeless body was synced with the wails of Rose's wails, desperate to find any remaining flickers of life in her body, only to be met with cold silence.
"No," Lucifer wept, "no. No, no, no— don't do this to me… don't you do this to me." It was a fickle thing; he knew. He had lost many men and women who followed him and the only thing he could do then was move on and fight for them, but this was not the same.
He wasn't at war. He should have the right to love. He shouldn't be losing anyone. The war had long ended.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be.
"I'm sorry... It's... it's my fault. It's my fault... I'm sorry..."
He was unresponsive to Rossweisse's cries, but only because he chose to. Tumultuous his mind was; he refused to believe she was the cause of this. That wouldn't end well.
"I shouldn't have left." He spoke, barely making a sound. "I shouldn't have left you. Oh god— why did I leave you?"
This wouldn't do. Mourning? Mourning was such a gloomy activity. Too atypical for him and not to mention horribly depressing. It should stay on the sideline. Revenge, on the other hand, had never sounded more appeasing. A needed distraction from all of this.
He laid her down as gentle. Wiping his eyes and exhaling, he took a look at her.
"How are you holding up?"
She sobbed. She sobbed and wept. Guilty tears; he knew.
"Right. Of course." He whispered with whatever comfort he could offer. Lucifer moved next to her, close enough to know he wouldn't harm her injured back as he pulled her into a hug. He could use a shoulder to cry upon, but she needed it more than him so what the hell.
"Save the tears. We'll spend them together later."
"But I... Rias, she's-" her voice hitched as her body was wracked from her cries, all sweaty and red. "It was my-"
"Not now. Not right now, please. You'll stay here, and," he took a glance at Rias, thinking this would be a great time for a miracle. "...stay. Be safe for me dear. I can't lose you too."
"You can't do this to me." He seethed. His blood churned as he redirected his bitter sorrow into bitter resentment as Lucifer glared into the ceiling. "Don't you take her away from me!"
"I'm sorry...!" Rossweisse sobbed harder, covering her mouth with her hands as she watched him stepping out from his shimmering golden bubble-like barrier.
On one side, the girl with the blue hair and a few numbers of the adolescent Devils ganging up on the priest, throwing slashes and magical spells. Some floors away was the chestnut-haired girl, currently not moving.
Despite their number superiority, they were losing. Red cuts were showing from their clothes, and a girl was just slashed, effectively taking her out of the fight.
They were fighting with rage. Fools fight with rage.
Not his problem.
On the other side he saw the pale man, the nun, Sona, and the girl who dragged him out of his bedroom. Their bedroom. He wasn't going to sleep there for a few nights. Weeks. Maybe months. Lucifer never realized how sentimental he could get or how much longer his humorful take on the world could persist and help him deal with everything that wanted to wipe the smile off his face.
Because who knows. Father might. Uncle might too. He might had teared up too soon since the Devils have those magical chess pieces. He hoped the whole reincarnation phenomenon could apply for Devils as well, but if it didn't, then he supposed he could try groveling at his uncle's feet for the little good it would do.
But before all of that, revenge sounded fine.
Once he tapped into his reserve of Demonic Power, and drawing in the thin mana around him more than the needed amount to obliterate a single entity, the world trembled.
The fighting drew into a brief halt once they felt the ground below them was shaking.
All gods, all pantheons, all that was in Heaven, felt a once forgotten feeling of dread as they sensed the rapid shift of the world's mana. The essences of magic surged into one place like a whirlpool; as if a black hole had formed inside this underground lair.
The souls of the damned wailed as Lucifer forcibly tore them away from their eternal damnation; Cocytus. The place where Death had stowed away the irredeemable souls who didn't deserve a reincarnation, where not even Hades could contain them in his prison due to the souls' violent nature.
He felt all of their rage, their unjust hatred, their psychopathic desires to manslaughter; all of their sins, and converted each of them to his strength.
He drew in a lethal power from sins. From the hearts of little children, from the gluttons of the rich, the resentment of the poor and weak. The sloth and lust that corrupted slowly. The wrath that persuaded murder and hate. The toxicity that stemmed from greed and envy.
Once he was the Lightbringer, but then they called him the Father of Sins. Little did they know he was to become its embodiment; to become the bearer of sins that humanity never ceased to produce and reproduce, all because his Father thought humans deserved another chance, and deemed him to become His sacrificial lamb after the death of Jesus Christ.
And he was chastised for refusing to walk down that kind of fate.
The Angels had stripped him of his angelic wings. And unlike his fellow rebels; he was never given a new pair. Beautiful golden, they were; but Lucifer had realized beauty was not exactly the theme for this world.
Torn, mangled wings emerged from his back, shredding through his shirt and his black suit. Terrible black in color, tarnished by glowing violet veins flowing within its horrid jagged appearance; more like crystalized wings rather than anything leathery that resembled the wings of a bat or a dragon.
The two wings flared a thick air of corruptive energy. An appropriate look to represent the malice of the world he was once meant to carry.
He felt it surged like venom. And seeing the veins of his hand turning black, he knew he couldn't stay like this for long. If he lost control of himself, that wouldn't end well for him.
Laughing maniacally as he drove a fist to Xenovia, Kokabiel only saw a black blur from the corner of his eyes as something struck his gut, driving him upward through the ceiling, and then to blankets of concrete between the church and the hidden lair, and then the floor of the church, and then the ceiling of the church.
Finding himself in the sky, Kokabiel whirled in the air. The hit was painful, but he was more surprised and confused rather than being in agony.
He didn't waste a time. With a sneer, he conjured a hundred of lightspears around him, and unleashed a hail of spears of concentrated light energy down to the building. His own allies be damned; they were just his stepping stones, and never a necessity once they outlived their usefulness.
But each lightspear was met by Demonic Power condensed into pellets, destroying them in midair as bright explosions colored the area.
Lucifer erupted through the building, exploding through the concrete and rebar with a flaming greatsword now in his hands.
A coiled steel basked in eternal hellfire; a sword that Kokabiel never thought would see again since the end of the Great War; The Lightbringer.
His lips curved into a manic grin. The so-called strongest Archdevil, the commander of the Infernal Legion himself was before him. A chance against the Exiled Son. If he claimed his head, then crushing Hell would be an easy task—
The optimistic assumption hit a ditch as he met his lightsword against the Lightbringer.
"Lucifer… The Morningstar!" Kokabiel addressed, the swords in their hands screeching an unholy sound. "How nice of you to present your head before me!"
Normally he would retort with a witty respond, but even Lucifer knew there was time to be absolutely pissed off.
His smile waned a little as Lucifer's Lightbringer consumed the light of his sword, seeing it perish within his grip as Lucifer drove his leg onto his side.
Spreading his wings to add surface and use the wind's resistance to stop him from skidding in air, Kokabiel readied himself again. A new lightsword emerged, and dozens of lightspears materialized, launching towards the Archdevil.
Like before, Lucifer conjured his own Demonic Power. Black and red crashed against the yellow lights of Kokabiel's projectile, annihilating it into a burst of explosions as Lucifer cleaved through the thick cloud of smokes.
He gritted his teeth now, grunting as he deflected a sweeping slash. The Lightbringer thundered as it consumed the lights of his sword, and an unholy pain erupted from his chest as Lucifer quickly followed through with another slash.
Kokabiel hastily conjured a barrier made of Light that shattered in a heartbeat, and Lucifer wasn't even ten feet near him. He was just there, floating in the light, beating his terrible wings in a lazy manner, mocking the Fallen Angel through his inaction.
There was a reason why Michael and the other Archangels rarely met Lucifer in battle. Not wanting to fight him because they were once brothers wasn't exactly the only reason why the Commanders of Heaven avoided him. They avoided him because he was once one of them; he once wielded Divine Magic as well. He mastered the basis of which the magic was built upon. And once he was cast out, he researched ways to completely deconstruct it, and render it almost useless.
Michael had once seen this former brother extinguished the Divine Magic of a Seraph's army, crippling them from their weapons, rendering 10,000 Angels hapless as the army of Devils slaughtered them like pigs.
Only Archangels could effectively protect themselves from his deconstructive magic. But no Archangels had ever fought him and his Lightbringer, and survived.
Kokabiel heard of it. But Azazel's advice fell on deaf ears. He shrugged the tales as mere mythos to lower his army's morale.
Until now.
Dread began to devour his confidence, and Kokabiel could no longer smile his wicked smile.
Lucifer darted through the air, his greatsword leaving traces of cinders in the air as he brought it down. Kokabiel ripped a hurried lightning as it burst the moment Lightbringer crashed into it, sending the two away.
Kokabiel struck the ground, whilst Lucifer had twisted in the air, and threw his sword. The warped greatsword flared like a comet it pulverized Kokabiel's chest, missing his heart by inches as he wanted.
A quick and painless death was the kind of death this bastard deserved.
The ground detonated into a crater as the Fallen Angel crashlanded. Lightbringer kept him straddled on the ground as the now bloodied Kokabiel struggled to tear it away, ignoring the pain searing from his melting hand from holding its blade.
Lucifer arrived not long later, hovering above him as the greatsword returned into his grip, leaving a bloody hole on the Fallen Angel's chest.
"Grh… son of a—" As Kokabiel formed his lightspears, creating them behind the Lucifer, using his blindside, the javelin-like missiles struck down.
On him.
"GRAAAAAAAAAAAH—!"
His agonized scream tore the sky as his own weapons ripped his flesh, tearing his skin and muscles, breaking his bones, severing his veins. Severing his own fingers, ears and limbs. His vision went dark once his eyes were crushed by the same lightspears. The only reason he stopped screaming was because one landed right through his neck, shredding his throat.
"This is what happen when someone gets too overconfident." Lucifer muttered, slowly descending as the Fallen Angel slowly drowned from his own blood. The entirety of the upper half of his left arm had turned into black crystal-like gauntlet; results from the use of the corruptive power.
His Lightbringer erupted into unholy flames as it vanished from his hand, and his wings burst into black glitters, glowing red before they disappeared completely.
He watched the Fallen Angel writhe, watching his life perish, frowning as he thought he could have let him last a bit longer.
It never occurred to him that Akeno and Sona's little group had been watching the fight from below, and that his presence had scared off the Fallen Angels that was battling against said Devils.
Lucifer abandoned the crater with the dismembered body, and rushed straight back to the church. He jumped down the hole he created earlier when he struck Kokabiel, clawing the layer of dirt and mud he passed through to ease his fall. Falling was an issue when he couldn't fly and had used a good portion of his Demonic Power to maintain his body from crumbling to bits.
Back inside the lair, he noticed the Devils had taken care of the last few of the Fallen Angels. Their bodies lied scattered on the floor, and there was one man that was left alive; the priest from earlier, but Lucifer didn't care about them.
The air was damp and wet. Likely from Sona's water magic, or from their miserable tears as they gathered around Rias, unsure of what to do.
Lucifer said nothing as he returned to her side, cradling her, wishing that he never left her to begin with. The Devils moved away from him, giving him a moment to grief alone as they whisked a torn Rossweisse from the scene.
He felt his eyes began to sting as he wiped a dried blood from her lips.
"Can't you use your Evil Pieces?" Lucifer turned to Sona, but was met with a slow shake of her head. "Fuck I… For heaven's sake… not her..."
{…For what few it is worth, I offer you my condolences.}
This lizard again… His drained power must have let him to break through his muting seal.
{I… er… have been introspecting myself after the words you said…} Ddraig continued awkwardly, {I was foolish. My deepest, sincerest apology. I don't expect to be forgiven, but if there's anything I can do to… to better some things… I would—}
Lucifer exhaled. "You can't do this to me."
Ddraig bit back his words. {I know it's not the right time… But I am unsure if there's ever going to be another moment where I can speak to you.}
What he didn't know was that Lucifer wasn't talking to him.
As the entire world slowed down to a halt upon the appearance of an entity forming before the Archdevil, an entity whose current job was to serve as bartender of an otherworldly bar, taking the form of a young, white-haired man in vest, the Red Dragon Emperor shushed himself from the dawning realization of a descent of a Primordial God had just transpired right in front of his eyes.
The descent of a Primordial God that would be more famously known among other gods as Death, but for some others who knew better; the Destroyer.
The Omega. The sibling of the Biblical God whose role was the Alpha; the beginning.
Compared to his sibling, Death had taken a more modest appearance. There were no shadowy smokes smoldering his body. He looked just as a normal person would – not counting his white hair.
"That's some brave accusation you have, Luci."
"You can't take her away. Not her."
"You know better than that to think it's advisable for me to play favorites."
"I'm your nephew goddammit. Doesn't that count for something?!" Lucifer seethed, but his anger toned down into a pathetic plea as he clutched Rias into his chest. "…Please. Don't take her away."
The man shoved his hands into his black trousers' pockets, sighing. "All beings die not without a reason. She marched here by her own will. She knew full well of the consequences she must face once she set a foot here."
"She wouldn't have died if I was with here!"
"She wouldn't. But you weren't with her. You were with your friends; the Bael. Hence why you were not with her, and she died." Death sat on the air, as though he was sitting on an invisible chair. "Don't pretend her death was caused by fate. You know better than to believe in that nonsense."
Lucifer glared at his uncle. "I don't need an explanation. I need her back."
"And why is that? Because you love her? Even loved ones are not immune to death. I am nothing if not fair."
Damned Death and his wordy philosophical phrases. "Because I will destroy everything." Lucifer swore, "All of it. I'll start with those crows, and those church idiots for their incompetence in protecting their stupid swords. I'll let rage blind my decision and you know I will be killed, and I won't be able to be a part of whatever plan Dad has put me in."
Death scowled upon hearing his childish threat. "You have forsaken his plans the moment you learned the truth."
"It doesn't matter. I'll do it. I'll be his sacrificial lamb."
A smile formed on Death's face, a tiny shift from his nonchalant expression. "Are you sure?" He asked, raising a white brow. "You agree to die for a species you loathe the most, all for the soul of a single girl?"
"I'll die for the entire bloody universe if that's what he wanted." Lucifer spat, "Just let her live. Let me stay with her until the end."
Death smirked, finding it mildly amusing how the cliched love could turn a rebellious scum into a loyal dog. Perhaps his brother had a point. Letting him go through several lives as a human had softened his twisted murderous soul.
Despite what he said earlier, Death, of course, knew the truth. This all happened because it was as foretold between the siblings. Fate existed. So was Lucifer's. All of this had been preplanned from Lucifer's untimely death and timely resurrection, right to the tiniest of details. Including why the soul of the Red Dragon Emperor latched onto him.
But Death wouldn't let him know. Unlike his brother, he was much craftier. More discreet. Knew what to say or do to ensure the preservation of the Great Plan remained undisturbed. That the Earth and all of its residents shall remain alive, so he could watch them some more; his terrarium of creations.
Even if that meant he had to manipulate his only creation.
And as foretold, Death smiled faintly. "Incidents happen, Luci."
Lucifer clenched his fists. "…Yeah I noticed."
"In the case that I return her soul to her body, she's unimmune from harm. It's a violent world you both live in, young man, and I hope you realize your inaction matters as much as your actions."
"I know already!" Lucifer shouted, grating his teeth. "…I'll protect her… Properly. I'll protect her properly this time. I'll do whatever it takes."
The boy finally found the needed resolve to clamber from his selfish procrastination. All at the cost of a soul. A soul he loved dearly, but still just a soul for Death. His brother got too attached to these simpler things which caused his downfall, but Death was not Life.
"Don't bother yourself with being humanity's redeemer." Death said, much to Lucifer's surprise. "Go live as you will. Forge your own destiny. Now as you understand that being you doesn't exempt you from losing, I can see you won't lead the same life you had." And became what he needed. What the Underworld needed. What the entire world needed to maintain its existence.
"What do you want me do?"
"Live." Death said simply. "Consider this a gift."
Death rested his icy blue eyes, basking in the success of returning this stubborn Devil to the right path, and reopened them as he shifted off his invisible seat, approaching the Devil.
"She's been dead for quite a while. Her soul is weak." Death said as he opened his palm. A tiny white flame erupted from it, dancing softly and lazily. It looked as though a gentle wind could snuff it.
Rias' soul. Lucifer subconsciously gripped her tighter. "Wh-wh-what do you need?"
Death almost broke into a chuckle from hearing the first time Lucifer ever stuttered, but he maintained his façade.
"As the Devils required those Evil Pieces to strengthen a lost soul, I'd need one of the same. I can't give her any of mine because, well, to put it simply; she'll explode."
"A part of mine then." Lucifer suggested desperately.
"No, no. You can't just give a portion of your soul; you'll both will just die." Death said, "That aside, should you wish to let her become better than she was- to be stronger, to be able to protect herself during your absence; I would require something more potent than mere Evil Pieces."
Death paused, for exactly two seconds before the next response.
{Allow me, o'Death.} Ddraig said humbly, {I've done many wrong in my past life. I've guided all of my bearers to pursue my selfish desire; to pursue my eternal rival, helping them with their struggles only if it benefits me. Helping them if it will hasten the opportunity to fight my rival.
{I've caused the deaths of many to ask for a chance of redemption. Let me become the missing part of her soul. I am certain she will utilize my strength better than I do.}
It giddied him whenever a plan went along nicely. "Her body wouldn't be able to handle the weight of an entire soul of a Dragon, but a portion of it will mend her."
"Do it." Lucifer didn't need a second of deliberation. He was never attached to the red lizard.
{I concur.}
"You will die, Red Dragon Emperor."
{…A deserved punishment for my sins.} Ddraig muttered, {For what it's worth… I wish I could have served as a better partner. I was of no use to you, but you have shown me the error of my ways. I thank you, Lucifer.}
"…" Lucifer kept his silence. He was already too distraught to hold a conversation, and too emotionally drained to genuinely care. But he supposed a few parting words wouldn't hurt. "…Don't worry about it."
Ghastly green light floated from Lucifer's body into Death's palm, swirling gently into a ball of green and crimson flame; the manifestation of the Dragon's soul. Lucifer felt weakened. His vision blurred for a moment, and a headache slammed his head. He felt as though he just lost a part of himself.
The Dragon's drifting soul slithered into Rias' tiny soul, intermingling with each other as the formerly translucent white soul glowed a soft green light, spinning and gaining size until Ddraig's soul became a half of its original size, fading into a tiny flicker of light, and faded, and faded, until it vanished.
After nearly 700 years since the sealing of his soul, the Red Emperor Dragon's soul finally met its eternal rest. Albeit no one mourned him, he passed on with one less regret, knowing that he had saved another life without taking another.
Lucifer swallowed his spit and felt his heart thumping his chest as he saw Rias' soul floated gently, gleaming dimly as it turned to crimson, and settled itself within Rias' chest.
He felt her warmth. It was as if she was thawing. He held her breath as he glanced at her torso, and hope filled his eyes as he saw the gaping wound shut itself. He noted that the curse of sin on his left hand had vanished as well, returning to its original fleshy form instead of a crystalized shape.
As he looked up to find his uncle for gratitude, Death was no longer there.
Time ticked once again.
"—!?" Rias gasped sharply as she opened her eyes, coughing right after, wheezing for air as though she nearly drowned.
Relief swelled within his chest, and Lucifer held her close, clinging her tightly like he was terrified of letting her go. He shut his eyes as he basked in her crimson hair, kissing the temple of her head while Rias was still disordered to register anything.
"You're back. Bloody hell— you're back! Now I don't have to commit a genocide!"
"…Lucifer?" Rias blinked as she stared at Lucifer's wide smile, and took note of his red eyes and the dried trail of his salty tears. Upon realizing why he cried, she scrambled her hands to her chest, and felt the hole in her uniform but not on her skin.
"Did I… How am I alive…?"
"Who cares?! You're back!" Lucifer cheered, smiling radiantly as his voice had triggered a chain reaction among the Devils. Sona's girls clasped their hands on their mouth at disbelief. Sona was frozen still from the shock, struggling to comprehend the impossibility that just happened.
Rossweisse immediately limped towards the two, sinking to her knees as she cried Rias' name, "Rias you're— you're back…" and she herself sank into Rias' chest, weeping from an unimaginable relief she was experiencing. The tension that had gripped her heart melted into nothing.
"Thank goodness you're baaack… I'm so sorry… I thought you were gone forever…"
"Rossweisse?" Rias sat there on his lap as Rossweisse wailed on her stomach with Lucifer warmly laughing. Confused, no doubt, but there was a relieve she had found. Although she was becoming more and more uncomfortable as she was surrounded by Sona's peers including Sona herself, who seemed to have a hard time containing her own tears.
"Rias." The bespectacled girl addressed formally, though unusually stiffer than usual. "Good to see you… you fool…"
It was the first time Rias saw Sona broke down like that. Crumbling almost instantly as she sniffled to her sleeves, covering her face with her hands.
Saji, Akeno and Yura soon joined them, oblivious to the tragedy that struck, and a death that had been altered.
In midst of the loosening chaos Freed had snuck out from his restraints, escaping through the front gates as the Devils were too relieved to notice his disappearance.
Lucifer knew full well of what must be done now; that he could no longer run from those responsibilities that had been niggling his side. The once King of Hell must serve Hell again, and that he would.
He found some semblance of solace in knowing there were ways to serve the Underworld without necessarily becoming its King. Sirzechs seemed well esteemed to take care of the more diplomatic issues, and had the right ideals fit for a ruler. Not to mention the whole Underworld knew him more than they knew about the old Lucifer.
He just needed to make sure that Devil stayed a Satan.
He clutched Rias tighter, he held Rossweisse by her hand, and assured himself that any role he would have to take, would be worth it. He knew full well he wouldn't be able to spend as much time with them, but it was but a small price to pay, if it was to keep them safe.
To be continued...
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