Family straight from the hell Chapter 16, a lucifer fanfic

"I found a spell"

Lucifer was ready to protest but Kali silenced him with a kiss. She didn't care that her ancestors and her dad were present, she wanted, no, she needed to kiss him, to feel his love and support echoing in her blood. Lucifer kissed her back, desperately wanting her to know how much he loved her and how much he believed in her.

Merlin cleared her throat after a couple of minutes. "Daughter," he said. "It's time."

Lucifer groaned in protest as Kali reluctantly pulled away from his mouth. "Keep them safe," she whispered against his lips. "Promise me."

"I promise," Lucifer kissed her again, his arms tightening around her small frame. He didn't want to let her go, he didn't want to watch from the sidelines as she defended their family, he wanted to help her, be there for her every step of the way. But you don't have magic, you don't stand a chance against angels. As much as it pained him, Lucifer knew he had no choice but to let Kali and her family do their thing. He believed in her, he trusted her with all his heart, Lucifer knew Kali could do it.

Kali had to pull away from him, if she didn't, he was going to keep kissing her and holding her in his arms and she knew she couldn't afford to lose more time. With one last kiss, she pulled away from his embrace completely and moved her gaze around the witches gathered inside the room. Her dead ancestors, the women whose power and strength she now possessed.

She could hear the faint strains of chanting echoing through the cave. The rocky walls seemed to tremble and began to crack as the sound grew louder.

Incidere conjunctionis ligare. Et det ei vitam ab anima dimittere exercitum atque iterum magis.

Kali let out a shaky breath and opened her eyes, blinking a few times in confusion. She shivered, feeling hot and cold at the same time. Everything was a blur at first. She groaned as the room slowly came into focus once more. The spell had taken a toll on her body and she stood up on shaky legs.

"Kali," Lucifer's soft voice was a sweet sound to her pounding ears. "

"…I'm fine…" she attempted to take a step forward but she stumbled, her legs felt like jelly.

Lucifer caught her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her trembling body against his own. Her skin felt cold as ice and her sweet perfume was clouded by the intoxicating scent of magic which clung to her like a second skin. He buried his head against the side of her neck, his gums itching, and his mouth watering at the tantalizing aroma. He rubbed his nose against the curve of her neck and hummed in approval. The devil in him wanted to sink his fangs into her delicate flesh and drink her precious blood, the angel on the other hand, wanted to keep her in his arms forever, mark her as his, and mix his own earthly scent with hers. He could push her against the wall and-

"Times up, brother."

That arrogant voice brought Lucifer out of his trance. He lifted his head and glared at his sister, his devil eyes warning him not to provoke her.

"No, Hector." Ella batted his hands away in irritation.

"Love, be a little bit more civil, won't you?" He said sarcastically.

"I can't dance."

"Really?" Hector raised his eyebrow as he leaned against the wall. "I heard from Ella and Thea that you're a marvelous dancer."

She threw her hands up in the air. "At club dancing, not the tango!"

"Well, you did say I could choose any style of dance I wanted if I let you pick all the food."

"Well," Ella bit her lip, trying to grasp at a straw. "You said I could work on the invitations, but you did them all yourself. So the dance agreement gets cancelled out."

"Uh, Ella?" He crossed the room to his fiancée, circling her in integration. "You do remember that I only did the invitations because you asked me to. And I quote," he raised his voice a few octaves, "I'm too exhausted to do it, Hector. I'm going to die from all of this work! Could you please do this for me?"

She cursed under her breath, knowing there was no way out.

"Oh my, did I just hear a curse word, Miss Lopez?" He found an antique teapot and waved it in front of her face. "I believe that's a money toward our honeymoon!"

"Why do I love you?"

"I could not die with you, / For one must wait / To shut the other's gaze down, - / You could not. / And I, could I stand by / And see you freeze, / Without my right of frost, / Death's privilege?." He smiled at her. "Every man can't quote from Emily Dickinson at the top of his head."

She groaned, covering her face with her hands.

"Chop chop!" Hector clapped. "Only three weeks until the wedding and you must learn to tango!" He seized her hands and began to instruct her.

Sitting at the private beach of the Queens family, Aria had missed her home in hell, this was her heaven. The colf moon, soft breeze of ocean air was what brought her joy in life as she stood at the highest cliff where her and parents palace sat and watched her people bustle about their daily lives in the city bellow.

Leaning against the stone ruin that marked as a reminder of her ancestors, Aria closed her eyes and enjoyed the wind in her face as it blew her hair around while she waited for her brother and fiance to train. It was only a matter of time before Ella called her for wedding shipping and she was going to enjoy these moments of peace.

Oliver stood at the top of the steps and watched his fiance; her long light blue sarong was flowing in the wind, the opening showing over the toned muscles of her left leg and upper thigh, her top consisting of strategically wrapped linen over her upper body left her torso exposed with her long blond hair flowing around her. She was in every essence, beautiful. If he was only lucky to find someone like his fiance, he would be truly blessed. But he was Oliver, a warrior feared in many lands. What right did he have to such happiness? Yet, here before him was the light to his world. He had a family to love and he wouldn't ask for more.

Hector walked up to his future brother-in- law and handed him the wooden practice sword wordlessly. Following Oliver's line of sight, he smiled at the image of his sistee. Her skill in warfare, her kindness and leadership as a Queen had given her the title of a Goddess.

Grinning, turned to Hector, "Shall we join her?" he asked twirling his wooden practice sword around playfully.

Hector grinned while nodding in agreement and led the prince soundlessly down the steps towards his sister.

Aria had heard her fiance talking at the top of the steps and smiled to herself as she heard the feeble attempts to stalk up on her. Her practice sword was leaning on the steps behind her which only made the game more fun.

Waiting till Hectoe was almost upon her, Aria spun around and ducked as Hector made a strike for her head.

"Brother/fiance, your steps are too heavy," she teased as she twirled around a pillar to escape Oliver' jab, kicking him from behind as she came back around on the other side, allowing her to dash for her sword.

"I believe you are getting fat!" Aria laughed as she rolled, grab her sword and swivelled around to parry her brother's strike as he caught up to her.

Grinning, Hector lifted his foot as she made to sweep it out from under him and laughed, which came out as a grunt when her shoulder met with his gut, as she smacked her sword against Oliver's calf, ducking his jab for her head. Her small size always gave her the advantage since she was always to close to swing with a sword.

"Are you calling me fat eomab?" Oliver asked appalled as he rubbed his swore calf and charged at her again.

Aria laughed and ran away from him only to run up a pillar, flip over him and kick out his unexpected legs as soon as her feet hit the ground.

"I believe I am," she panted as she quickly turned and parried Hector strike and charged, dancing around each other and shouting out tips here and there when a weakness was found.

Aria smacked Hector's sword away and faked a kick to his shins only to bring her fist around and strike him in the face. Laughing as he staggered back with a shocked look on his face, she swung her sword behind her back to parrying Oliver's hit. Aria gave a slight thrust up giving her a chance to twist around and began to run around the ruins with her fiance, spinning around pillars and flipping over boulders.

Hector stood with his arms crossed and just watched as Aria taunted Oliver with her smart words; her fancy footwork and dance like moves glided her easily around Oliver and his feeble attempt to best her. Taking a hint of pity for the man, Hector called out instructions to his future brother-in- law as he watched his family with pride.

Breaking Hector peace, he sighed angrily as the sound of hoof-beats reached his ears. No doubt a messenger was here to tell him news of his parents.

Walking over to a fray of weapons, Hector flicked up a spear with his foot and without even bothering to see who it was, turned and hurled the spear into a tree inches from the messengers head.

Aria was straddling her fiance tickling him when she heard the thud of the spear. Looking up, she leapt to her feet and ran next to Hector, "Odysseus!" she yelled out in greeting, her arm waving in the air as she recognized Hector's messenger.

"Greetings!" he said dismounting and kissing Aria on both cheeks as she ran to embrace him. He grinned down at her and as always, marvelled at her beauty. Ocean blue eyes, tanned skin, high check bones, delicate nose, full pink lips and long golden curls made one smile instantly.

Hector stood next too a grinning Oliver as he eyed Odysseus suspiciously. He did not like it when that man came to see them alone, it only meant one thing.

Odysseus nodded and slightly dropped his shoulders, "I am sure you are aware of the have news we need to discuss." His eyes darted between Hector and Aria nervously.

Hector stood arms crossed and legs spread wide, the irritation evident on his handsome face, "Tell me you are not here because my parents kill all the angels and the God?" he asked his tone in tune with the irritated look still on his face.

Odysseus hesitation in answering Hector was all the confirmation he needed. Sighing he turned to his sister who was shaking her head that was resting on her fiance chest. "What is going on?"He asked turning back to face Odysseus, "Well?"

Odysseus just shrugged"It is over"

"KALI"

The King's inhuman scream echoed through the suddenly silent beach..