The Arrow Cave, wait no, Quiver, wait, Foundry was quiet for the night. Hector and Oliver were sparring on the mats while Barry held up out of ten marks for each win. So far Hector was winning, no matter how much Oliver debated and argued with Barry and Thea. Dig came over and declared Hector the winner with only Felicity in his corner because "we need to give him some wins." There is a difference between a win and a pity win and Oliver took the former only. Snart looked at him and Ella started laughing.
"Best out of three" Oliber looked up at Hector from the mat where the young Morningstar had knocked him flat onto his back.
"Pretty sure you are up to fifteen" Aria's voice made her heart flutter a lot harder than it had been previously.
"Sixteen" Ella smiled, skipping over to kiss Hector .
"Call it a win for her and can we eat" Snart and Caitlin held up the boxes of pizza that were enough to feed the team for a week, or Barry for the night.
"finnnnnneeeeee" Oliver whined, ruffling Thea's hair when she threw the towel straight at his face.
The teams knew this process off by heart, paper plates and cups, Barry had given them the lecture after a run in with Poison Ivy after a quick visit to Gotham for training with the Justice League, as Lenny calls it. He smiled and took one box for him and Dig. The latter just smiling and holding back any and all remarks as to Oliver gaze on the daughter of Satan. Aria had been Dig's favourite topic to bring up whenever it was him and Oliver alone. Sometimes bringing Tommy into the conversation who was often napping on the couch or Oliver depending on the level of tiredness from running the club the night before. Tommy just waved his hand and made some form of agreement to whatever Dig said before stalking off to find Thea for head rubs and massages.
"Ollie?" Aria titled her head, the latter had been staring at her and now the whole room was on her." I want our wedding ceremony to take place on the beach"
"Whatever want my dark angel can have it" He nodded, taking a bite out of his pizza.
There was a loud shireking noise to the left of him. Felicity was standing upright with anger written all over her face. Hector had jumped up between Felicity and Aria, Ella jumped up between Hector and Felicity. Snart was creeping closer with Barry between Felicity and him and Thea and Laurel just stared at Felicity and the wild shriek that came from her mouth.
"Can we help you?" Hector gritted out, gripping his piece of pizza as though it were a knife.
"IT SHOULD BE ME" Felicity yelled. Oliver stared at her trying to figure out what it was that she was meant to be, Hector nearly jumped her, only being held make by an arm around his waist.
"Not yet" Ella whispered to Hector.
"What should be?" Thea was calm, very calm, the calm that happens before she cuts out the power right on 30 seconds to go on the Superbowl calm. Both he and Barry had experienced the calm and it was never a good thing.
"Ollie, he should be mine, I deserve it after all the hard work I put into this place, you all would be dead without me" Ella scoffed, dropping her arm from Hector's waist. "I am the only one here with a brain" Barry take a step, Snart holding him so there was no time travel, Oliver presumed yet. "Aria is a bitch who wants Oliver for his money." Ella punched her before anyone else had a chance to move.
Hector started to hurl a range of insults in multiple languages and Oliver looked over to Aria who had the biggest grin on her face. The look in her eye was one that was all but terrifying. It was dead. Lost. Non-existent. Her expression was totally calm, but that only made it more terrifying.
Aria sat on the bench and everyone watched her. Waiting for her to go off. She didn't.
Barry: Oh boy, poor Felicity. Wait, why is Aria not angry?
Thea: What ever Aria does to her, that trash deserves it. But why is Aria just sitting there?
Laurel: That whore! Go get her Aria! Aria? Why is she not doing anything!?
Citlin and Snart : KICK HER ASS ARIA!
Caitlin: Wait…
Snart: What is she waiting for!?
"I can't get a read on her emotions. It's like she isn't even there…" Hector was utterly happy. Felicity was smug. Ella , Hector and Oliver were scared for Felicity's life at this point. Aria was to far gone…she was on White Rage…shit.
Oliver: OH…
Hector: MY…
Ella: DAMN!
Hector and Ella: Goodbye blonde !
Everything after that point was a blur in time for the the tems. Ella made all the other back up as well.
"What's going on?!" Asked Barry to Ella.
"Uh…Blond Barbie is about to get burned…" Ella said simply and walked to the nearest corner of safety.
The teams all watched Aria and Felicity interact. They watched as Hector tried to embrace her but was burnt brutally. They watched as Felicity advanced on Ari. They all thought the same thing. Damn, she's stupid.
Oliver came in and tried to get Aria to calm down.
"Atia, love. Relax. Be cool, okay. Felicity didn't mean it okay." He was trying to calm Aria but he could already tell from her bright red eyes that she was over the deep end.
"No! I meant exactly what I said. It isn't my fault she can't handle a little competition." Felicity was advancing one her.
"What's wrong, Bitch? Cat got your tongue?" She joked. Aria could feel her lip turn up into the nastiest smirk ever. Her eyes burned crimson and her skin was starting to smoke.
"Oh shit. Well, I tried to help you, Felicity but you pushed it. Now you'll have to deal with it." Oliver stepped away from Aria and crossed his arms.
"What? Is she gonna turn into a little kitty-" Felicity didn't finish her sentence. In fact she never will. She was consumed in flames. Aria sat there as she screamed and pleaded. No one moved. No one dare crossed me to help her. Not even Oliver or Barry. And right when she was about to die.
Arrow`s team Flash`s team all cringed away from the expression on Aria's face. It held no life. But her eyes. Her eyes burned brighter than the fire that she produced. It was bloodcurdling. Right now, that wasn't Aria. No. That was some form of Satan.
Aria stopped.
Aria stopped because she didn't want to kill the bitch. Just make her suffer. And boy did she suffer. Her burns were bleeding and it was still fun to hurt her.
"Let's get something straight, whore. Now, let me tell you one thing, bitch. You are in my home. My territory. Got that? You respect me like I should be respected. You are not to address me as anything other than Lady Aria and if you fail to do so, I will rip you fucking face off. Comprendere?"Aria let up on the pain and waited for her answer.
"Y-Yes, Lady Aria" The teams looked like they wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.
Amenadiel looked up from his phone as he entered the penthouse. "Lucifer." He called out.
He received no response.
Shrugging, he tried again. His brother was probably just being stubborn after all. "Lucifer!"
Still, he got silence on return.
"Lucifer, answer me! I know you are here!" There were a couple of notes on the table, but the elder fallen angel would not touch them.
Was his brother in trouble? Is that why he wasn't answering him? Maybe he couldn't speak or couldn't hear.
Walking towards his bedroom, he noticed a distinct lack of visitors. After the bedroom, came the bathroom. Amenadiel was not ashamed to say that he screamed when he opened the door.
There was blood everywhere, soaking every so slowly and staining the tiles. In the middle of the floor was the person he was looking for with red cuts on his wrist and Azrael's blade in his chest.
"Lucifer!" Amenadiel shook him by the shoulder. "Lucifer, can you hear me?"
He didn't get a response. What should he do? They were probably the two only people within a couple of floors, and Amenadiel did not have the ability to heal his brother anymore. If only he had not fallen.
What was it that humans did during an emergency? He had tried learning the number, but he had failed miserably. 999? 933? 119?
Ah, yes. It was listed in his emergency contacts as 911. He picked up the phone and tapped his foot wildly while tears welled in his eyes and his hand grew bloodied as he tried to keep pressure on the wound.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"My brother stabbed himself in the chest." He couldn't help but sob.
The receptionist forwarded the cry for help to an ambulance but stayed on the phone. "Was this a suicide attempt?"
"Well, he didn't fall on it." Amenadiel snapped at her.
"Is the knife still in the wound?" She asked.
What should Amenadiel say? If he said yes, it would be removed by humans, which would end badly, but if he said no, then he would have to take it out himself and further jeapordize his brother's life.
But Amenadiel was done with his family putting humans over Lucifer.
"Yes." He responded clearly.
The witch acquiesced and moved towards the bar. The notes that she had seen there before lay in the exact same position. None of them had been moved. With shaky hands, the woman picked up the one closest to her and sat down.
You unlovable bastard, why did you ever think you could succeed in anything? You are a failure.
-Dardariel
If you can't handle it anymore and can't do it, you might as well end it all.
-Hofniel
You need to be silenced. Stop yourself and remove yourself from existence.
-Hadraniel
If this is what you choose to do with your life, you shouldn't have it.
-Kemuel
Amenadiel and Mother don't love you. None of us ever loved you.
-Ophaniel
What is the point of the Light Bringer when he brings only darkness?
-Rachiel
Having your skin must be hard to live with. Maybe that is why you tear it open?
-Salathiel
Destroy what is destructive and destroy yourself. :)
-Sidriel
I look forward to the day when all suffering is gone because that is the day I'll know your dead.
-Verchiel
Kali stopped reading and put his head down on the bar. She took out a couple of the archaic artifacts she was going to present to Lucifer from his childhood, but did the Devil even want that? Would she appreciate it when it is so obvious that the Silver City is full of scum?
Why would Ophaniel say that he didn't love Lucifer? He always did, and it was obvious that Mother did as well. Why would Sidriel put a smiley face in his note if not to be purposefully insensitive?
And where the fuck her husband was?
-
Amenadiel paced in the waiting area for what felt like millennia, and he would know.
Why had his brother done this? Had his guilt over Kali's metal brokendown really gotten that bad? Or was there some other catalyst? The older brother wished he knew the answers, but he had none. Perhaps he could find some in his penthouse?
Amenadiel was torn. His baby brother had tried to kill himself, so did that mean he didn't want to be saved? Even by human measures, the Devil would not be happy if he woke up in the earthly realm, but if he was healed via angelic measures, he would be even more pissed off. Of all things right now, though, Amenadiel wanted his brother to be healthy, so if that involved praying to try to get some celestial help, he would.
Sitting down, the eldest angel put his hands in prayer, pressed them to his head, and closed his eyes.
He needed to heal, so there was only one brother to call. Raphael was the angel of healing after all.
Raphael, I hope you can hear me because situations down on Earth have become dire. Our brother Lucifer has tried to kill himself with Azrael's blade, and I fear that human medicine may not be enough to cure the wounds he has inflicted upon himself. All I ask is that you come down here and give him another chance at living.
It was not long until he got his response.
No.
Amenadiel was shaken to the core. Why would any of his siblings let Lucifer die? They shared blood! He couldn't believe them.
Why not?
Raphael soon responded to his older brother, but he did not like what he heard at all.
It would be a disservice to aid the Beast, brother. You have already done so, and you are fallen. He is not one of us, and if he tried to take the gift of life from himself purposefully, he does not deserve to have it back. I would not do anything to help him under any circumstances for he is lost to all of us and has been for a very long time. Have you no knowledge of the communications the host has been sending him? Obviously, the answer is no.
Amenadiel did not respond to that statement. What communications? Lucifer would never respond to anything sent to him by any of the heavenly host, so he assumed that whatever it was was one-sided.
He had to figure out what it was that meant. They probably were not sending him prayers since his brother would begin to block them out after a while, so it had to be concrete. Did they send letter or notes of some kind? Amenadiel was not sure.
Nevertheless, all angels had the power to heal others, but Raphael could do it better than them. Carefully, he sent up prayers to each and every one of his siblings up in the Silver City, begging them to come to Earth and heal their brother, pleading with them to show a small amount of mercy for him.
They all refused, and that stung. He had never realized how bad it had been for Lucifer after he fell, how everyone had hated him. Amenadiel had even joined in on those activities, but he did not know how severe they were.
Kali, Linda, and Maze had come in a little bit later. They did not carpool, but they happened to arrive around the same time.
It seemed like an eternity until the doctors came back in, but it was more likely just a few hours. They were, however, the longest hours of the fallen angel's life.
"How is he?" Mazikeen demanded, nearly pushing the poor guy against the wall in her desperation.
"He will recover although he did quite a number on himself. Does he see a therapist?" The doctor asked politely.
"Yes, that's me." Linda raised her hand a small bit.
He looked at her in approval. "Then, I shall leave his psychiatric treatment in your hands. As I was saying, the blade he used did quite some damage to his internal organs, so it will be quite a while until they are all healed properly. I would deny him alcohol until further notice due to some harm done to his liver as I have become aware that he is quite an avid drinker. I wouldn't recommend any hard drugs either as we have found heroin in his system, and that in general is never good. I would highly recommend having him go to rehab for that."
"He's not addicted." Kali murmured. "When he stops, he stops. He does it only for the pleasure."
Kali stood up and walked towards the door, Amenadiel trailing behind her. Maze cursed in the background. He was impressed that she waited to see him for that long.
The two of them were ushered into a sterile room. Machines beeped ominously from many corners of the room, but that was not what caught their eyes first.
Lucifer Morningstar, once so strong, callous, even a bit cocky but always confident, was diminished into an unconscious, fragile state. His eyes were closed; his hair, chaotic. His skin was as pale as the whitest of alabaster, and his arms hung limply beside him, needles sticking him in the arm. Some sort of tube had been stuck down his nose and mouth and had disappeared somewhere within him. Notably, he had been stripped of the expensive clothing he had been living in, and that had been traded out for a classic dotted hospital gown.
Amenadiel knew that whatever remained was not the same Lucifer Morningstar, not the same brother he had known, but what it was remained a mystery to him.
At least he had a clear direction to go in, and he knew that he would find out what messages were being sent between his brothers.
-
It was dark, unwelcoming, inhospitable. It wasn't a good place necessarily unless one was at the top, and he certainly was not. No, he has never and will never be at the highest point of anything. There will be pain. There will be strife. There will be mothers without daughters and fathers without sons. Teachers with no one to teach, students with nothing to study. There will be architects with nothing to build, explorers without anything to explore.
What goes around comes around, and he thinks he's met his match. One day, there will be an end to everything. Father planned it that way, to have everything wrapped up in a neat little bow. Earth was only a project after all, something to play with and to manipulate. He never once conceived that it would take on such a life of its own.
Then again, he never thought his children, the angels, would either, but hell, did they grow. They became powerful and unrelenting. Unmerciful and callous. Emotionless and broken.
They were tools, pawns in a game they knew nothing about. The humans were granted such a miraculous gift, that of free will, but they did not even recognize its value or use. They took it for granted and set out to steal such freedom away from others. Rapists, murderers, the worst sort of humanity would crawl out of their headquarters to torture the living only to be tortured while dead.
He supposed someone had to fill that role, but he had done it for far too long. There was no way that he would ever grace the walls of Hell, visit another damned soul, or torture another tortured being again. But what if that was where he truly belonged? The saints went to the Silver City; the sinners, to Hell.
But he supposed that eventually there would be torturers with nothing to torture, visitors with no one to visit, and Lords with nothing to rule. The cycle would take a full turn as reality is spun on its head into a new divine creation, starting at the beginning with brand new characters who are pure and innocent. Unlike him.
The darkness swirled around his head, shifting the curls that grew atop of it. He sat on a hillside, staring across at the slaughter. He was supposed to be in the Empty-in nonexistence. He had taken Azrael's blade and used it to rip his grace straight out of his flesh.
There should be nothing. He should feel nothing, yet these emotions continued to swell up within him like a tide coming in to wet the dry sand. The grass was dying, a bleach-y off white color. The air stunk of decay and excrement that had no doubt come from the monsters forever hunting within these walls.
He had stabbed himself with the blade, so why was he not dead? Perhaps someone had come across his body while his grace was still trickling out of it and done something to trap him in this form of metastasis. Whoever it was would feel his wrath since this place so foul was not home. Los Angeles was home, but he could not stay there.
And between death and a foreign place, he'd take death any day, having knocked on his sister's door a multitude of times. The sky was a horrible dun color with splotchy patches and clouds overhead. There was no light. That would make sense since he was the Light Bringer and had never seen this place, but nowadays, such a dark place would bother him.
Not as much as the scene in front of him however. He had thought that they were all dead, but apparently, they were still alive. Was this his Father trying to show him the future or give him a task? Was He meddling with his life, questioning Lucifer's ability to discern right from wrong?
No, there was no way the old man would be this horrible. No one would be cruel enough to joke about the existence of these beings.
They lived only to eat. They had such a ravenous hunger that would never be satiated and a rage beyond that of a thousand storms. Truly, the Devil thought that he would have to make up with his siblings because if what he was seeing was true then the world was in for it. The end was nigh, they would say as the monsters feasted on their faces and slaughtered their children like hogs and hung the bare skeletons up on walls to dry before consuming it as well.
Long ago, these beings had been around. They were the initial creations of his Father-before even Amenadiel himself was dreamed up. They were rough copies, drafts that could not be used. He tried to get rid of them, to hide them away, but what he had created was too dangerous to remain on Earth.
His Father had led them all to believe that He had destroyed them, but he should have known then that He was lying. There was no way that his Father would kill something he had created himself if he thought it could be fixed.
That's where he came here. These monsters were stronger than many things Lucifer had come across. They could easily overpower him and tear him limb from limb without hesitation, yet they were not. Lucifer continued staring at them feasting on weaker beasts across the way. The blood poured down the side of the hill as meat was ripped from bone and mouths opened at a speed the Devil never imagined was possible.
What would happen if he tried to end it all here? What would happen if he approached the nefarious beings and offered himself up as a sacrifice? He thought he would have ended it all when he used his sister's blade, but look where he was now. He was somewhere worse than before, but it was pretty much just him, his thoughts, and some monsters. No sibling had contacted him since, and he had not received one more negative note.
That was good, right? But no, he had not heard from the detective or any other human he had become fond of over the years he had been on Earth.
Would he finally die if he killed himself here though? He had tried so hard on Earth, but he just ended up somewhere worse. If he tried to kill himself here, would he just end up somewhere worse again? He shifted uncomfortably. Did he want to take that chance? There was that possibility that he would be welcomed into sleep and darkness as the monsters feasted upon his flesh, but he did not wish to be tortured for the rest of eternity.
But maybe that was what he was supposed to do. He was the Punisher, and he deserved to be Punished. He could not be so hypocritical as to ignore his gut reactions and treat himself differently. He was no better than the sinners up on Earth. In fact, he was much, much worse.
So why was he so better well off?
Sighing, Lucifer stood and started his trek across the way.
"Grewest se appel."
"Bael! Ic pe hate!"
A sound like a great wind filled the place louder than the rumbling fire, and then the blinding yellow light of the flames died away into a clearness that was chilly from the cool spring air.
"Lucifer Morningstar!" she shouted as she opened the gates of hellwith a bang and walked right through the hell, looking ridiculous she was sure with her big dress. She didn't have far to walk until she happened upon the scene she'd expected; her husband on his knees.
But as soon as her eyes fell on him, her anger melted. Confronted by his image again after a long near two-year separation, she was not prepared for the image he made. Brown eyes, wide and filled with tears his aloof fragility would not allow to fall just yet, and black curls assaulted her senses and she almost cried at the sight of them. She'd missed him more than she'd thought, she realized.
"Kali," he whispered hoarsely. His eyes drunk her in just as hers were doing with him, the woman before him—and that was what she was now, a woman to be sure—one he had never expected to see again. The pain he'd carried with him every day since last he saw her fell away and he took in a breath.
"Lucifer," she whispered before her emotions propelled her into action and she surged forward.
A smack filled the ears of the demons as her hand connected with his cheek, and eberyone shared glances, shocked their king had allowed such a thing to come to pass.
Kali shook her head as the man she loved look down, swallowing as his cheek stung. He could tell his petite mate now knew the true reason he'd left, or at least knew that he'd lied. Shame filled him.
"How you dare to do this to me"she said in a hoarse voice as she stood over the Devil. The two ignored the others in the room, their eyes and attention saved for just the other—no matter the reason for their distance, their connection was starving against the pressure. It was a relief to be whole again.
Lucifer closed his eyes as pain filled him.
"You will not leave again"
He opened his mouth to speak, lifting his gaze to hers, but she shook her head, her own eyes filled to the brim with tears as well—though he knew they were angry ones by the trembling of her hand and the rate of her sacred heart. He clenched his jaw against the desire to speak.
The woman laughed, the sound hysterical as she shook her head. "Your daughter is going to be a bride and you want to kill yourself. You are selfish man , Morningstar"she spat. She blinked and tears dispelled, streaking down her cheek and dripping to her feet in between them—the first of many.
"But I love you. Everyone at Camelot used to described my fathers like they are the other half of the coin. And I found my other half"she whispered, the words drenched in bitterness,"We will fight."She sniffled, raising her gave to above his head as she tried to regain control.
Lucifer closed his eyes and Kali saw a tear escape from his left eye.
Fighting tears of her own Kali kissed his tear away. "I love you dear Devil." She stepped away from him and was about to turn back when Lucifer grabbed onto her hand and pulled her back to him.
Lucifer stooped down and pressed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss
They moan against each other's mouths as they climax together. Together. Like they've always meant to be. Whispered I love you's pass lips as they come down from their high.
He's awoken in the early hours by a siren in the distance. Lucifer almost forgets where he is. Just for a second. Until he feels an arm tightening round his waist.
He leans over and kisses Kali's head. The usually styled hair, floppy. Strands beginning to fall over her eyes. They're open. They're looking at him. Despite the darkened room, Satan can still see the sparkle in Kali s baby blues. Blues that are burned into Lucifer memory. Blues that Lucifer wants to look into everyday, for the rest of his life.
Klia smiles. Shee can feel heeyesr pooling with tears again. She's overwhelmed. He's overcome with the strongest of emotions.
I love you so much."
"I love you too. More than anything."
Hidden in those words were a promise. From both of them. A promise that they were committed to each other. That this was going to be their life now. That Lucifer ia going to fight for his family. That Kali really would get to tell Lucifer just how much he means to her, every single day for the rest of their lives.
Nothing could get in the way. No angels. No God. No stupid detectives. Not a damn thing.
No more waiting for each other's touch. They're going to spend everyday basking in the presence of each other. Holding onto each other. Making up for all the time lost.
This is it.
It's not complicated anymore.
It's love. It always has been.
It always will be.
The Devil and the Witch.
Kali and Lucifer
Just the way it should be.