Immortality

Forever young

A life with her parents and Hector.

Aria felt that the mind will explode from so much thinking and from the subject that tortures her so many years.

Aria Morningstar was not a witch like her mother or an angel like her father.

She was something like Avatar.

She was the master of all four elements and one of the strongest benders in the world at any given time.

Fire

Earth

Air

Water

Metal

Blood

Ιt was funny for the fact that none of the children of witch and the devil had not inherited their powers. For years, the little girl traveled all over the world to find people who would help her with her strengths and of course because she was the daughter of her father ,she pissed of some people and she had been curse for millennia.

When she finds her real mate-love she'll be getting older.

What is Love?

When humans experience attraction, most people are not aware of myriad biological processes driving their desire.

Humans?

She was a fucking immortal.

What is a soulmate?

A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks. When we feel safe enough to open the locks, our truest selves step out and we can be completely and honestly who we are; we can be loved for who we are and not for who we're pretending to be. Each unveils the best part of the other. No matter what else goes wrong around us, with that one person, we're safe in our own paradise.

Like her parents.

Her father was the Satan. The immortal being who began the revolution in paradise and as expelled from Heaven and sent to Earth , imposed all people to death because he wanted to eat an apple.

And her mother was a High Priestesses. The High Priestesses of the Triple Goddess were one of the most important figures in the Old Religion, a group of nine sorceresses who held control over the other wielders of magic, and were worshiped by them. The High Priestesses were the chief servants of the Triple Goddess. They were a group of highly skilled and powerful sorceresses, mistresses of magic and spells and detained the power over life and death.

When was the life of such complex?

Love

Love is difficult to define, difficult to measure, and difficult to understand. Love is what great writers write about, great singers sing about, and great philosophers ponder. Love is a powerful emotion, for which there is no wrong definition, for it suits each and every person differently. Whether love is between family, friends, or lovers, it is an overwhelming emotion that can be experienced in many different ways.

People experience love for the first time by being part of a family. Family love is demonstrated through lessons of sacrifice, concern and compassion, from the cradle to the grave. There are many different levels and conditions of family love. It is the love we cherish between our intermediate family and our...show more content...

But Your First Love is Powerful..

The first time you fall in love can feel practically earth shattering. All of a sudden, you realize you care about someone else in a way that you didn't fully understand was possible. Even though we are aware of love, the first time you experience it in the romantic sense opens up a world of possibility and excitement, coupled with a hint of fear. It is unlike anything you have felt before, making the person associated with this discovery a permanent fixture in your memory.

Your First Heartbreak is Powerful, Too

The only thing that rivals the intensity of your first love is your first heartbreak. Often, these feelings are surrounded by memories of the same person. For those who didn't remain with their first love for the rest of their lives, the ending of that relationship was likely very painful, regardless of who initiated the end or whether it was amicable.

It's hard to let go of your first love, to walk away from those early feelings that were almost magical. The amount of effort required, and the amount of pain felt, will likely stick with you for a lifetime.

But Hector Morningstar never had the first love.

Hector Morningstar.

His name is synonymous with conquest, with death. His victories are legendary, this feats lauded. Side by side with death and anger always, his's fought countless battles, strewn a path of terror and awe from Macedon to Sparta. Great Kings have bowed before thim. The gods themselves have trembled.

I want to feel love"he stammers.

" How can anyone not be afraid of love?" A voice grumbles. Hector looked up to see his twin sister stood next to him with a bottle of whiskey in her hand.

"What?" Hector asks, half hoping he just heard wrong.

"Loves makes you stupid in the head." Aria adds, the throat of the bottle inches away from her lips and snarl on her face. "Makes you think about protecting and sacrifices." She spits the last word out, disgusted and Hector has no idea what to say. Aria is not completely wrong. Love does make one do things one maybe wouldn't do before. It does make you think about sacrifices – but that's only because one wants to see the person one loves alive, healthy and if possible happy. Or not see them, but know they are all of the above anyway. So Hector understands where Aria is coming from, but he never considered it a bad thing. After all, dying like that would be the most noble thing. Love

"Love is the most selfish thing." Aria mutters as if Hector said anything out loud. Hector's sure he didn't. "People fuck off to do the 'right' thing not giving a damn about who they are leaving behind. About what will happen to the people they are leaving behind, how those people feel, because it was done out of love." Aria's hand is white around the bottle, and Hector would be surprised it didn't break yet but he's far too focused on Aria's words. Because it doesn't sound that Aria dislikes the idea of love because she's Aria and she's trying to be difficult. It feels like Aria is – or was – hurt like that. It feels like Aria cared about someone and that someone died, sacrificed themselves for her sake and-

Hector's eyes widen, as everything suddenly makes sense. He opens his mouth, but before he can say anything, before he can get out as much as a peep, Aria is pointing her bottle at him almost as if it were a weapon

" My mate rejected me' 'said Aria as she saw the red eyes of Hector out of anger.

''WHAT?'' Hector says, reacting without thinking, once he gets to Aria's side Hector pulls himself closer to the girl with one hand and grab her hand with the other.

"You need to calm down sis." Hector tells her, as he sits down and grabs both Aria's hands, "If you don't they're going to sedate you."

"Oliver Queen, he…." Aria starts to say, gasping more, looking like she is shrugging more, "How could he?" she asks tears rolling down her face and all Hector wants is to be able to take away her pain, but he knows he can't.

"I don't know." Hector says, squeezing Aria's hands, as Aria looks to him like she is begging for help, "I don't know how he could do that to you, and I'm so sorry. You deserve so much better." He assures Aria.

Kali entered inside their loft after a long meeting with the council. The Council was made up of various supernatural creatures and hunters, and was responsible for keeping the supernatural world out of the public eye. The big shots of the supernatural community were all invited.

Before she goes into the bathroom, she threw her soiled clothes in a black trash bag and left it in the corner by the door to pick up later. She stepped one foot inside the en suite bathroom, the whole room lit up showing the Victorian style decor. Out of all the rooms in her home besides her bedroom, Kali's favorite was her and Lucifer's bathroom. One of the reason why she loved it so much was the fact that she designed it herself just for Lucifer.

Kali slid open the glass door leading to her personal oasis and slid it back to shut and lock it. She turned the old world bronze nozzle to cut on the showerhead above her. Soon at the water hit her skin, instantly she transported to another place. She was calm. She was safe. She was home. All the stress and rage she felt from before had washed away along with the blood that stained his body.

Her eyes fell to the floor seeing the swirls of red going down the drainage. She then cast her sight on her arms and hands seeing that the previous injuries she had before healed already. The only way she could tell there was something there was the slight redness in the places she been cut. She looked down at her chest seeing the red splotch on her skin where he was stabbed, a few inches away from her heart.

Seeing the evidence that she was indeed okay, Kali closed her eyes and recounted everything that happened the past two days from start to finish.

Her dear father-in-law was not happy that Kali was back to Lucifer with his kids. The big Guy believed that the witch was a bad influence on his son, and that was one reason from many who created Chloe Decker. Almost all the Angels like Abner , Adina , Asariel , Azrael , Balthazar , Benjamin , Conrad ,Constantine ,Daniel and Raphael attacked wanted to take her away from her family. Everyone from Heave were scared of her especially after acquired the title of the Shedevil for herself, and she was crowned the queen of Hell, as she was, after all, Lucifer's wife now, and he believed that this would satisfy her.

She was an evil queen, driven by wickedness and iniquity, and nothing could stop her — Lucifer tried, for sure, but his attempts were unsuccessful, in the end. For a moment, he managed to push Genevieve down, shutting her and her evil reign down, but she knew she'd get what she wanted eventually. See, even though she was spiteful and occasionally blinded by her desire for power and respect, she was observant, smart, sharp.

Vision

As he moved to dump her off his lap, his long fingers caught in her braid. Chloe yelped in pain. Lucifer stilled immediately. "Chloe, I'm so sorry. Hold still while I get your hair free."

She watched his face as he concentrated on patiently and gently removing his hand from the tangled strands. He stroked her hair back into place and trailed his fingers across her cheek. "Better?" he asked softly.

Chloe gave him a smug smile. "See. You love me."

Lucifer sighed and ran a hand through his own hair. "I'm the Devil. You should be running away. But, you, Chloe Jane Decker are incredibly good which just makes this whole thing more difficult."

He gave her a sad smile, "I've tried to change, so perhaps I'm not what I was, but I'm certainly no angel either. My life is dangerous and seems to be getting more so. You need to take more time to know me as I really am and understand what it would mean to be involved. Will you continue to work cases with me and be content with that?"

And Vision

"Kali..."

His voice.

"Kali..."

The voice that cared.

"Kali!"

The voice she always wanted to hear.

"Kali!"

A loud crash echoed throughout Lucifer's penthouse as the man was thrown into the wall and the bottles resting on the glass shelves came down to the floor where they shattered into sharp, deadly shards. However, instead of using them as weapons, Kali was quite alright with the literal magic she harbored, and the dark waves erupting from her palms were doing one hell of a job at tossing and throwing her husband around the room. She was quite the fighter, but so was Lucifer — that was why she soon found herself on the floor, grunting as her human body collapsed and met the thin layer of dust covering the floorboards. But instead of winning Kali, Lucifer only made her more eager with his attempts to shut the Shedevil's sassy mouth.

"We do like it rough, don't we?", she broke into an evil grin as she opened her palm to reveal a ball of fire forming against her skin, the flames crackling in the air as she directed it towards Lucifer.

And the look on Lucifer's face?

Priceless.

"What the name of mine was that?", the Devil spat angrily after successfully dodging the fireball that flew from Kalis palm into the wall where it burned a hole before disappearing into a cloud of black smoke. His eyes lost their red shade — the one that always made Kali's heart thunder in her chest and her lips curve even higher — as his expression softened from wrath to despair.

''You love her''she said, laughed humorlessly. ''And not me''

It's not that Kali didn't love Lucifer because God did she ever. In fact she was sure Lucifer was it for her that she would never love another person the way that she did that man. But sometimes love just wasn't enough.

She knew that Lucifer loved her too. Logically he did. But Lucifer was terrified of his feelings. He rarely ever acknowledged them let alone spoke about them. Kali could literally count on one hand the number of times Lucifer had said those three little words to her.

Kali made her choice. That didn't mean it didn't break her heart to do so.

Kali let a sob that racked through her entire body. She quickly pushes Kali away and went to open the closet that they shared. She grabbed the nearest suitcase and began stuffing it with her suits and shoes that were hanging next to Lucifer's.

Lucifer was frozen by the door as he watched Kali packing up her stuff. He remained by the door until Kali was finished and was already on her way towards the elevator. He quickly tried to block Kali's path but was pushed away by her. When she finally left the condo, the words that Lucifer had spoken finally sank into his mind. He began grabbed his bottle of scotch and kept drinking until he was drink before throwing the remaining bottle against the wall and watches the bottle shatter into thousands of what appeared to be tiny crystals more than it does compare to just broken glass. Liquid was flowing down from the wall into the floor but the devil didn't care and takes whatever he sees and tosses them against the wall. Pieces of glass continue to liter the floor as everything shatters due to Lucifer's anger. It'll be a pain in the ass for the housekeeper tomorrow but as of right now, Lucifer is so damn pissed off and drunk right now that he doesn't give a crap anymore. All he can think about is how his life can go from slightly complicated to extremely disastrous in less than an hour. He staggers and drops down onto the couch as he slowly passes out from all the alcohol and dreams of Kali.