A wise man once said that the hardest part of dreaming was waking up. Coming back to a reality that seems harsh and cold compared to the wonderment of dreams. It is nearly heartbreaking to go from a land where everything is perfect- perhaps you're richer, handsomer, more powerful, or simply happier- to waking up to your life, whatever it entails. For a man to go through that each morning is enough to drive anyone to madness.

This is not the case with Hector Morningstar

He is not afraid to wake up because his dreams are better than reality, quite the opposite. Dreams cannot begin to bring the happiness he feels when he awake. He fears waking because hidden in his hear is the fear that it was all a dream. That the life he is living now is just a complicated dream sprung from a deep sleep.

That would be heart shattering.

Hector had looked from the window to his girlfriend as she came closer. He held out his arms which the woman gratefully accepted, allowing him to be embraced.

They stayed silent for a moment before Hector looked at her. "Are you happy Ella?"

She pondered, "Yes and no." Then she looked at him and smiled brilliantly, "But mostly yes."

The sky growled angrily, thunder and lightning rolling over the gray darkness, rain pouring down the ground. The ground shook harshly, the whole world seemed to end. Ella stands in the window with a glass of red wine in her hand looking at the rain, she stared up into the sky, crossed her arms over her chests.

"I wonder what's wrong...» she muttered.

''The last time the twins Morningstars had been this angry was when the waterbending scroll had been stolen by Hector and Aria broke his favorite sword"Ella thought the words of Lucifer.

She jumped when she felt arms surround her but relaxed as soon as the familiar masculine scent filled her senses. Hector was similarly smelling Ella's scent by burying his noise in her hair, kissing her head repeatedly. He nuzzled her hair until he was planting little kisses on the shell of her ear and neck. Ella shivered, now feeling warm for a different reason. She felt Hector's smile on the crook of her shoulder and neck. He planted a kiss there before tightening his arms around her small frame. "My dearest princess , I know it's late and you're tired but if you could lift your head so I could see your beautiful face?" Ella laughed lightly before turning around in his arms and smiling up at him.

He smiled softly before brushing her hair back and kissing her forehead "I've missed you my beautiful Ella." She buried her head in his shoulder and he stroked her hair.

"I've miss you as well Hector." She whispered, planting little kisses on his neck and shoulder. "Where is Aria?"

"Getting my nerves, it's rather late." Hector pulled back slightly to look at her, "I wasn't expecting you to be up at this hour."

"I couldn't sleep." She nuzzled against his chest, suddenly feeling how tired she was now that she could actually relax. Hector chuckled and he slowly started to walk backwards, keeping his arms around her, pulling her along. As soon as they were back in her room, he picked her up behind her knees, cradling her to his chest. He closed the door with his foot and carried her over to the bed.

She giggled at his silly antics as he set her down gently, and kissed her forehead. "You should sleep my queen." He whispered and he stroked her hair back. He went to stand up and she grasped his wrist. He looked down at her curiously. "Stay."

When a lighting strikes both of them jumped, and Ella shied against Hector. He put his arm around her shoulders as an automatic move of protection. "I can't go on listening to those noises. It's bad enough to see this storm, but to be here below imagining is so much worse. Let's take our minds off this. Tell me of happier times. Tell me story"," Ella said.

Hector smiled down at her and tightened his arm around her shoulders. "We'll trade stories and pass the time that way."

She nodded and leaned against hin as he began to tell her a a King who was a jerk until he got a new female maid. The girl was more beautiful than all of the princesses in the land, and had a heart of gold. Even though the girl ranked much lower than the King, he could not help to spend as much time with her as possible. When the King's mother arranged for him a marriage to a pretty but profound princess, the man was distraught. Although the maid hid it well, she was also upset about the arrangment, and barely talked to the King at all after learning this. Much time passed when the two did not speak at all, time in which they both realized how much they loved one another. The King became very depressed, and eventually the day arrived for him to marry the princess. He went through the whole ceremony barely speaking above a whisper, but when it came time for him to say "I do" he rejected the princess, telling her that he loved his maid and that he could not be in a marriage in which no love had flourished between the two. The princess was livid, and stomped off back to her home. The King's mother was angry with him as well, but after a talk between the two she felt awful that she had kept her son from true love, and gave permission to him to marry the maid. The King rushed down to the basement where his true love slept, and found her humming a beautiful song with tears gently falling from her lashes. The man felt awful, and swept his love into his arms, declaring to her his love, and asking her to be his bride. The two were married shortly after, and lived happily ever after. Hector finished, and turned to look up at her. She smiled warmly up at him.

"It's a nice story."

They rested in a comfortable silence for a while until Hector spoke into her neck, "Marry me."

Ella froze and then looked at him as he raised his head. "What?" He slide down her body, surprising her with a kiss on her hip over her nightgown as he pulled on her hands until she was sitting up and he knelt on the floor by her bed.

He withdrew a ring from a chain around his neck, "This was my mother's. I know that she would want me to give to the woman who has completely stolen my heart. And I don't want it back. Marry me Ella Lopez, please?"

She nodded with tears in her eyes; "Yes" she croaked out happily, "Yes, I will marry you." She stumbled off the bed, kissing him with enough force to send them both backwards until Hector was flat on his back with Ella onto of him. "I love you Hector."

Just when I thought you couldn't fall any lower, you surprised me.

-Michael

You made a pure soul like Kali to commit a crime.

-Azrael

The Beast strikes again, leaving a hole in the garrison. This emptiness is so unlike your absence among us.

-Raphael

I made a bet with Valoel. He bet that you will desrory you marriage and I bet that Kali will leave you.

-Anabiel

I will kill yout hot wife. You dont deserve her , anyway.

-Barachiel

Father wants Aria and Hector alive but Kali will burn. You turmed her into a monster.

-Camael

That was only the beginning. Lucifer had gone through notes upon notes sent by his brothers and sisters, all of them with the heavenly seal of the Silver City stamped in the corner. They were all true however. Kali broke her promise and used black magic to hurt someone. Before him, Kali was a pure soul like her papa, Merlin, she couldn't hurt a butterfly but he turned her into a woman thirsted for revenge.

He had tried to punish himself as it was the right thing to do, but he had failed in doing so.

That just meant he had to find some other way to do it. The detective would never allow him to do such things in her presence because she didn't know the full story, but he was only vulnerable to human weapons around her. He did, however, have access to more deadly weaponry.

He could not touch anything demonic. While he already smelled of Hell to demon kind, the blades carried a distinct signature that Mazikeen would be capable of identifying, and if Maze knew of what she was planning, she would scorn his weakness.

Should he call Linda? He thought so, but it was apparent that his siblings would see that as a way out of getting punished properly for his sins. That was off the table then. He couldn't share his weakness with anyone, not friend, brother, nor wife.

Kali.

His beautiful wife. His own brothers want to kill her.

If she die..

He would never hear her teasing or soothing or advising or shouting…he would never see hermiling s or frowning or laughing…he would never watch those beautiful eyes flash red with such great power they contained. That sent hot tears blurring his vision and a sob ripping from his own throat.

You are the only being I've met who could bother people merely by being alive.

-Gadreel

He felt jolts go through his heart as he read through each of the notes. The Devil had started finding them about a week after he had murdered his little brother. While wallowing in despair, he had come across a small note from Zachariel merely stating, "Kill yourself. We know you want to."

Dare he punish himself? He had already tried before, but perhaps he dreamt too big at the beginning. It might go better if he did something not as deadly, just draining.

The Devil reluctantly slipped off his wrinkled and ratty shirt he had been living in since the incident and made his way over to where he kept Azrael's blade. Should he give it back to her or use it to punish himself?

He decided that she could always get it once he was done with it. They could take turns. She was a patient angel.

Lucifer ran the cold metal against the skin of his wrist. It wasn't the most inconspicuous or unique of places, but he didn't care. He drew with silver, and it turned red like magic. The liquid dribbled down his skin and eventually hit the floor.

This was probably something that should be done in the bathroom, so Lucifer parked himself there next. He wasn't done punishing himself-it was too soon.

He briefly wondered how deep it could go. The Devil knew that it could easily sever limbs, but did it need sharpening or anything? Lucifer didn't care. It was doing what he wanted it to.

He desperately ran the blade across his wrist more times than he probably should have, but the feeling of release it gave him was intoxicating. It was better than cocaine or heroin or the strongest stuff on the planet.

Speaking of, the Devil rummaged around his bathroom for his needle. Why didn't he visit the bathroom more often? All the fun stuff was in here!

Obviously, no one cared on Earth or in the Silver City, and that left Hell. He couldn't go back to Hell.

The only thing remaining was nonexistence.

He thrust upwards with the blade into his chest. Hallelujah.

" About the wedding..?" Oliver asked as leaned his elbows on his desk to look at his fiance Aria Morningstar who had come to visit him at his campaign office during his day off from both being a teacher and from being the princes of hell.

"Seriously, Oliver! Can we please just get married on the Lux with a few witnesses?" Aria groaned in frustration.

"Aria," he said affectionately as he kissed the side of her head, "You know I would love nothing more than to sweep you off of your feet and marry you this instant, but unfortunately you are the princess of hell and i am the mayor and CEO. We have to have a big fancy wedding to please the people." He pulled her from her seat and he calmingly ran his fingers up and down her arms, "Besides, with a big ceremony I get to show all those friends of yours and exes that they can't try to win your affections anymore."

Aria giggled "Oliver, you know they could never win my affections. I love you."

"It doesn't stop them from trying…" Oliver growled a little. Aria smiled sweetly, and climbed down from the desk and on to his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist but still looked grumpy. Aria kissed his jaw, and then his cheek, until she pecked the corner of his lips. "They have nothing on you my arrow. You are my true love."

Oliver smiled and kissed her lips. "So, what flowers?" Aria groaned and got off his lap. "I am so tired, can't we decide in the morning?"

Oliver laughed, "That's what we agreed on yesterday, and we still haven't picked out flowers." Aria groaned again,

"How about wildflowers? They'd be beautiful and unique."

Oliver laughed as Aria flushed embarrassed; he tugged on her wrist to bring her back to sitting on his lap. He kissed the side of her head, "Sounds wonderful."

The lightning flashing across the sky that momentarily blanketed the Silver City in a blinding sheet of white was doing nothing to help ease Kali`s nerves. In fact, each bolt of lightning caused shivers to roll up and down Kali`s spine, and they weren't the good kind either. Each clap of thunder would cause Kali`s heart to drop like a dead weight, the deafening sound seeming to rattle the glass windows of Hector`s office..

Mocha-colored orbs didn't once tear away from the view of the transparent windows, the harsh rain pelting against the glass like bullets.

lick-clack click-clack click-click

Kali heard the click-clack of heels first before she noticed anything was abyss. She knows how was coming in Hector`s office.

"Drinking alone" Marcua says and takes place opposite of her.

"Thank you"Marcus says and he has that tone in his voice that Kali simply can't stand. There's only so much kindness and defeat one man can take, and this is crossing Kali's limits. Always has. It renders her speechless.

Kali murmurs but he falls silent again as soon as Marcus locks eyes with her.

"I used black magic more spacific I used blood magic." Kali's voice is no more than a whisper but Marcus is painfully aware of every single word she says, every syllable, every letter. " I became the person I hate most. I became my aunt Morgana and Morgause"

They were silent for a long time. It seemed like an eternity. Marcus had his head in his hands and Kali was turned away from him. The silence was broken by a sniffle. Marcus picked his head up. Kali's back was to him. It was shaking up and down. He moved closer to her and wrapped her arms around her waist and pulled her to him. She leaned her head on his shoulder and sobbed. His arms tightened around her.

She sobbed for an hour before she sat up, shakily. Her voice was a whisper.

"I became a monster."