"HOME, AT LAST", Kali muttered as she found herself standing in familiar surroundings, black rocks around her and ash falling onto her raven hair and the red dress she was suddenly wearing. It seemed that her more human clothes had changed into the queen-like dress she had often worn, along with her black gloves and lots of jewelry. The only thing missing was a crown atop her head, but deeming it would only get in the way, the queen started to walk farther into the infernal domain without it.
"Queen and King of Hell, finally back", Lucifer's voice echoed around Kali suddenly, and when the woman turned around, she was faced with her husband by her side. Snorting at his comment, Kali shook her head, but didn't add anything as the two continued to walk around the familiar place, hunting for the right door to step in.
Behind each door was the personal hell of each sinner that had ended up there — it was rather large like that, as all the poor, unfortunate souls there had their own world to suffer in. Their own rooms, so to say. Kali took great pleasure in watching her subjects squirm and scream in pain, and following the misery of others had been one of her favorite pastimes until she had followed Lucifer to Earth and tormented him, instead. But still, the echoing shouts that rang in their heads as they walked around, brought a smile to Kali's lips.
"You've been a busy girl, Kali", Lucifer commented, and shrugging her proud shoulders, the queen took all the credit. Not much had changed since Lucifer had been there, except of course that Mom had escaped and the crown now belonged solely to the queen. Still, Lucifer seemed somewhat impressed and overwhelmed regarding his return there, but they didn't dig deeper into the subject when they already found the right door.
Carefully, Lucifer cracked open the metal door, and in a blink of an eye, the two royals of the underworld found themselves standing on the street, on a sunny day, surrounded by people. However, like always was the case, there was something out of the ordinary in the situation, and this time, it was a body
''Hello Abel''
Abel , the brother of Cain.
Abel, the first murder victim, is sometimes seen as the first martyr; while Cain, the first murderer, is sometimes seen as an ancestor of evil.
Bullshit. Abel was the real coward, killer, murderer or monster. The man tried to kill his brother in his sleep because of his own jealousy and not the opposite but God was so fool who belived all the story of Abel. Cain was nnocent and the queen was bored ,so, Kali changed the story and Cain cursed forever. But Abel was a lot worse than Hector or Caius Volturi or Klaus Mikaelson , the man was killing and raping women and men all the way through his life and God was blind.
Abel was the favorite victim of Kali and Lucifer for turtored especially after Abel tried to rape their daughter.
Lucifer successfully got the info from the man, before he followed his queen out of the door and left the deceased screaming for help and mercy. As they stepped out into the so-called hallway, where the ashes were slowly drifting onto them, Kali laughed evilly and clapped her hands together in joy. Oh, how she had missed this — the pain, the torture, Hell in general. And when she looked over to Lucifer, she had to admit that, perhaps, she had missed him too. Ruling with him. Being the evil power couple together.
''So ,your siter wants to kill me during the red moon. . Now what? We just wait?", Kali cleared her throat once the crazy laughter ceased to echo around, but as soon as she had spoken those words, she realized that she had something to do. "Oh, no — I need to do something, now that we're here. I must check on—", Kali then continued, she wants to visit her lovely helldogs.
Sadly, before Kali could storm off and pull Lucifer with her, the man's attention was drawn elsewhere by the sad sound of piano. A simple tune was being played somewhere around the kingdom, and it managed to stop Kali from walking away as well, as the woman shot Lucifer a confused stare. She didn't understand why Lucifer was so intrigued and bothered by this, as Hell had many sounds in it, but as she had promised to team up with Lucifer on this one, she followed him when he began to take slow steps towards another door.
"What is it? Lucifer?", Kali spoke quietly, but the Devil didn't offer an answer — just slowly opened the door, so they could step in and find themselves in another place.
But this time, it was something unbelievable. Kali had seen many things, heard and experienced more than most, but when she realized she was standing in Lux, in Lucifer's penthouse, she had no words. She was speechless. But frankly, intrigued — this place definitely got her attention now. Lucifer seemed shaken as well, but the worst was yet to come. That much Kali realized when the man playing the piano turned around and they both recognized him as Uriel — the angel Lucifer had killed. The brother who met his death in the arms of his own sibling.
Somehow instinctively, without even realizing she had done so, Kali took Lucifer's hand and felt the beams of sweat meet her palm as their fingers intertwined. The look on his face was priceless in the worst of ways, formed by heartbreak, pain, guilt, and utter and complete hatred for himself and the unforgivable actions he had committed. However, once the shock had settled in, something that resembled happiness fell onto Lucifer's relieved features and he stepped closer to his brother, causing his hand to leave Kali's so he could pull Uriel into a hug. But the wary expression on Kali's face never left, and she continued to eye the deceased angel carefully and with a lack of trust.
"I don't understand— Azrael's blade, it should have destroyed you, not send you to Hell! You don't deserve to be here, brother", Lucifer spoke with sympathy and regret evident in his tone, making it clear that he was somewhat relieved to see his brother, so he could apologize and set things right. But the more Genevieve observed from aside, the more she began to understand, and just as the puzzle pieces clicked together, Uriel spoke up.
"You're right, I don't", he stared at Lucifer, "but you do."
Lucifer seemed confused for a moment, but then he looked down and saw his hand still gripping the blade plunged into Uriel's heart, and at that instant, Kali stopped closer to pull her husband away from the trap he was hopelessly falling into, head first.
"This isn't his hell, Lucifer", Kali breathed out as she stepped closer and looked at the Devil. "It's yours", she whispered then, and just as she was about to lunge towards Lucifer and protect him from the image of Uriel and the guilt it was suffocating Lucifer with, Azrael's blade appeared in his hand. Genevieve was quite sure it couldn't hurt her — it was merely a figment of imagination, and it wasn't meant for her, but she wasn't taking any chances, which was why she jumped back and stared at the sharp edge with wide eyes.
Kali didn't understand the mysterious ways of her heart. This was precisely what she had wanted, for Lucifer to suffer, to feel her pain, but now that he was going through his own torture in Hell, she couldn't enjoy it. Watching him shake with the bloodstained blade in hand, his brother waiting for him to kill him again and again, it wasn't satisfying at all. If anything, Kali wanted to make it stop, she wanted to pull Lucifer into safety and blow this damn room into bits with her magic, she wanted to wrap her arms around him and assure him that everything was okay. She wanted to be the wife he created her to be.
"Lucifer, don't", she tried, but her hand had barely grazed her arm when Lucifer had leaped towards Uriel and buried the blade into his chest. The gasp that followed his uncontrollable actions tore Kali's heart into two pieces that shattered into million tiny bits, and the misery visible on his face was almost too much to handle, but she was damn well going to try and help him.
"Lucifer, stop, we— we need to go back, we need to faceskype or kids-..'Kali tried her very best to talk sense into him, but it didn't seem to have any kind of effect on him. Each time she tried, Lucifer just broke into more tears and shoved the blade through his brother again and again, with no end in sight. "I'm your queen, damn it, I command you to stop! Stop this, Lucifer. Don't do it, you— you don't...", she stammered, desperate to get results, but nothing seemed to work. "You don't deserve this, Luci. You don't. So, please, just listen to me—",Kali continued, but before she could finish, the all too familiar sound repeated itself as Lucifer stabbed his brother and stained the blade yet again.
Before the queen could do anything else, the elevator made a familiar ding and Kali turned around, only to find Amenadiel standing there. And for the first time ever, she felt relief at the sight of the angel — yes, she hated him with a burning passion, and the feeling was quite mutual, but if there was anyone who could pull Lucifer out of his personal hell, it was his brother.
"Go, Kali", Amenadiel whispered, "I got this. You go, and make sure Mazikeen and the doctor can revive him", his instructions were clear, and usually, Kali wouldn't have obeyed. If anything, she would have laughed in his face and told him to go to Hell — but now that they were there already, and Lucifer was suffering the consequences, Kali simply gave a sad, last look at her husband before rushing towards the elevator.
And as she watched the Devil through the closing doors, she couldn't help but admit that desiring Lucifer's demise had always been a mistake, and it was one she was going to fix no matter what.
Oliver Queen and Aria Morningstar sits together at the table after dinner with Thea Queen. Almost a month has passed since Oliver proposed to Aria . Thea pulls out a notebook and pen "Okay, brother, have you two thought about the wedding at all? Where will it be? What time of day? What is your color scheme? What food will we eat? What-"
Oliver cuts off his sister, "No, Thea , we haven't. We were busy with the protection of Aria and Hector''The couple smiles at each other, even with the stress and attack by the angels, the couple was happy and ready to start their new life together but Aria refuses to marry without her mother.
"Ah, yes, I forgot about the case," Thea nods understandingly, "how are you two feeling about it?"
"We're okay, mamí, just a bit stressed," Oliver answers first.
"We are all worried about their plans and for 'the good of the world'''Aria uses air quotes. ''They want to kill us because we're great. They want to annihilate us because they are terrified of us. I lost my parents to my grandfather. I grew up with the angels who saw me as a weapon and they destroyed my mother's school'' Aria gets herself worked up about it. Oliver and Thea both place a hand on Aria's.
"Hey, sis, it's okay," Thea says in a calming voice, smiling, "you two are a force to be reckoned with. I know you will win this."
Oliver is tracing Aria's ring with his thumb, "Yes ,Aria , Thea is right. We will do a great job." Aria smiles, gathers herself,lf, and regains her composure as their godson saunters out of his room already in his pajamas. Their godson ,Michael Allen-Snart , a cute boy of 3 years with blue eyes and brown hair scoops in his godfather into his arms and they walk to his room to do their nightly routine of two stories before the boy drifts off to sleep. He walks back out to the kitchen where the two women have their heads together over the notebook on the table.
"Hey Oliver, we were thinking," Aria looks up at him, "what if we had a small ceremony in the courtroom?"
Oliver can't help but smile at this, it's perfect. Where it all began, where he met his soulmate, the love of his life. "I love it. I love you." He rushes over to kiss his fiancée.'' To be honest ,I don't think your parents will be in a church''
"And obviously there will be a big party afterward to celebrate!" Thea adds to the conversation, "You two just need to figure out where exactly that will be. I will take care of the rest, don't worry. But I may need help with final decisions on the choices." The couple groans at the thought of having to keep planning things even though they are both looking forward to it. "Do we know when this is happening?" Thea asks to break the silence.
"June," the two say in unison. That was the only thing they had officially decided on up to this point. It was the perfect time, the weather wasn't too unbearably hot and muggy, but not too cold.
"Oh, Aria?" Oliver addresses the thought that just popped into his head.
"Yeah, babe?" Aria turns her head to lock eyes with her fiancé.
"Barry's my Best Man,You can ask Caitlin''Oliver smiles as he says this, "she helped me figure out who it should be. Barry's the most sensical."
"I think he'd love that," she says in approval. She stops to think about her wedding party. Who will be in it? She hadn't given it any thought. Ella? Absolutely, and Ara too. She can't forget about Jane Volturi! She settles on Ella being her Maid of Honor, knowing she'd be up to the task. Not that it would be a difficult one. "I'll ask Ella to be my Maid of Honor tomorrow." She says, her tone shifting slightly.
"Aria?" Oliver asks as he notices the change in his fiancée's demeanor.
"I just hope Dorian Gray and Sebastian Morgenstern show," Aria says being transparent in the moment, "what if they don't?"
"I am sure they will, Aria"Oliver reassures her as he rubs her back, "they really love you even though you don't see each other as often anymore."
At this moment, Thea comes out from kitchen and states it is time for her to leave. She promises to text when she arrives to her home, it's a given with a brother who was the Arrow and a sister in law who she is the kind of avatar. "BYE BYE"
"Wedding planning is exhausting," Oliver says slouching down into the couch taking the glass of wine from Aria's outstretched arm, "thank you." He kisses her cheek before taking a sip.
"Should we talk colors now? Your sister is adamant about getting Save-the-Dates as soon as possible," Aria pushes even though they don't even have a solid date set.
"I'm okay with whatever, Aria,"Oliver looks at Aria, "except for red, orange, yellow, and pink. I look awful in those colors."
Aria throws her head back and laughs, "Ollie, that only leaves us with three choices! Blue, purple, and green!" She shakes her head at how bad all three of those would look together. Oliver cocks his head to the side with a pensive look on his face.
"Well, what about purple? Lavender? It should be a lighter shade due to the season," he offers up his idea. Aria is always impressed with how in tune he is style-wise. Oliver adds, "And gold." Thank god he didn't say grey! She thought. She always thinks Oliver looks great, but he wears so much grey during the work week that she'd love to see a warmer color on him.
"That sounds perfect to me," Aria says leaning over his body to kiss him.
"i love you," Oliver whispers against her lips.
"I love you," she says back to him between kisses, "so much."
Kali wanted save Lucifer, but she had always been a selfish creature who also cared about herself, sometimes more than she should have. That was why she made a quick stop before returning to Earth. She wanted to be sure that the dagger disappeared and they don't toy with her ,the stupid annels. he had hidden the Shedevil dagger — the only thing that could kill her — behind her throne, and she believed it to be safe there due to it being off-limits to everyone but the queen and king. And after Lucifer had left, only Kali got to be anywhere near the throne and the treasures around it, which was why she had hidden the weapon there. And now, she needed to get it back, or at the very least, see that it was still there. She couldn't handle living in doubt and wonder.
Kali's unsteady steps and shaky hands made it hard to complete the task quickly and smoothly, but after seeing Lucifer in the state he was, guilt-ridden and broken, she couldn't stop herself from reacting in such a way. It was unusual for her to be moved by anything, but since she had been created, Lucifer was the one thing that got to her and still affected her in ways neither of them completely understood. And that was why she was hellbent on saving his ass. But at the same time, she wanted to save her own.
"No", Kali's voice was a hollow whisper in the echoing room when she searched the throne, only to realize the dagger was nowhere to be found. The power she had felt due to having the weapon in her possession, it vanished instantly — it had been stolen, and now, someone out there had the only thing that could kill the wicth. Someone was toying with fire, playing a very dangerous game, and the realization that now, each breath she took could be her last, caused heavy weight to land onto Kali's cracked heart.
But despite being upset, she didn't stick around for any longer. Closing her eyes, Kali tried to find a connection with her body in the hospital, and with ease, she came back to life. With a gasp, Kali jolted awake and sat up, which startled Linda and Maze on the other side of the room — however, the thing that caught Genevieve's attention was Linda's worried face and the tears in Mazikeen's eyes, which was a sight she had never set her eyes on. And it meant things were bad.
Kali eventually let her gaze wander over to Lucifer's lifeless body and his dead, open eyes staring into nothingness. The sight was no longer amusing, but heartwrenching, and Kali soon found herself crouched over him with tears welling up in her eyes. So far, the witch had felt the burn and the urge to cry, but she had never done so — not like she did now. The tears fell onto Lucifer's chest as she wept and clung onto his unbuttoned shirt, her voice cracking, but she decided to speak up nonetheless.
"Wake up, Lucifer. Snap out of it. He's not real, none of it is real. Wake up, please", she begged, desperate to see that teasing smirk again, the boyish twinkle in his eyes, to hear his smooth accent ringing in her ears, to feel his heart beat against her hand. "I'm sorry, Lucifer", Kali then whispered, biting down on her bottom lip as she looked into her husband's glassy, emotionless eyes, "just don't leave me again."
She didn't even realize it until she had said it out loud, but she needed Lucifer. Linda had been right all along — she had come to Earth not for vengeance, but for the happiness she desired to have with Lucifer. She had missed him, and the way he made her feel. And when he had left her, turned his back on her, Kali had fallen apart. That was her lowest point — she insisted on hating Lucifer for abandoning her, but in reality, she hated herself for driving him to that point. The truth was, she never stopped loving him and now that she was on the verge of losing him again, and for good this time, all the emotions she had suffocated for the longest time, came back with a storm.
"Try again", Kali then turned over to Linda, who seemed devoid of words and hope, but the woman was going to do it herself, if necessary. "Do it!", she pushed the therapist, and unwilling to decline and suffer the consequences of defying the heartbroken queen, Linda then placed the paddles of the defibrillator on Lucifer's chest and tried to bring him back to life.
And it was a goddamn miracle. Kali didn't believe in those pesky things, but as Linda shouted, "Clear!" and the electricity jolted through Lucifer's lifeless body, the man gasped for air and jumped up, coming back to life. In that moment, it felt like a heavy rock rolled off of Genevieve's heart, and at the sight of her husband alive, the woman finally let her weak knees give in and she fell onto the floor. As she sat there, Kali wasn't sure if she was laughing or crying, but the feeling of immense relief and happiness in her heart was incomparable. She had never felt something so blissful, something so pure and simply good. She had always been evil, wicked, cruel and cold, but as she wiped tears from her eyes and looked at Lucifer, all that darkness moved away from her heart and pure joy and light kicked in.
Lucifer was, thankfully, alive, and that made Kali's dead heart feel a little more like it, too.