Little Girls and Their Wings
It was a brutal brawl.
The two higher level entities ruthlessly threw punches, nobody holding back as they shoved each other into counter tops and walls. Blood dribbled from their mouths, cuts grazing their skin as both launched at each other once more all while Lucy's shrieks echoed throughout the room.
"Stop it!" She cried out, her eyes burning in fear as she ran towards the two. When Amenadiel shoved Lucifer against a table, Lucy put a hand in-between the two. "Please stop it!" She begged once more, and, to Lucifer's surprise, the Angel listened to the little girl. He straightened his back and shook his hand to get the numbness out of it as Lucifer slowly sat up and rubbed his jaw.
"And you want her to rule Hell?" Lucifer questioned before he let out a laugh. "She doesn't even like to watch a good fight! Father's gone bloody insane, hasn't he?"
Lucy's eyes glanced from side to side of the room, her entire body feeling more and more uneasy. She shouldn't be here, that was obvious enough, she should've never came. The voice in her head was insane, so insane that Lucy believed it.
"Lucy, come." Amenadiel whispered, and turned his head ever so slightly to spot Lucy picking up her backpack to once again conceal her wings. At the sight, Amenadiel immediately flew in front of her, his hands on her shoulders as she stared at him with wide eyes. "I'm not letting you run away again."
At the Angel's touch, Lucy flinched and tried to walk backwards, but the Angel's touch was firm. He wasn't letting go-and that scared Lucy. It scared her beyond words.
"Get...Get away." Lucy whispered, the spark in her eyes suddenly gone as she shook against the Angel's harsh grip. "I... I don't want to cause any trouble."
"Listen to the lady, brother." Lucifer responded as he stepped behind the girl, his simple presence exerting power as Amenadiel glanced from Lucifer to Lucy.
The staring match lasted no less than a minute. But to Lucy, it felt like a million years.
Without another word said, Amenadiel disappeared, his figure gone like the wind as Lucy let out a sigh of relief and closed her eyes.
"He's going to be back." She whispered softly. "He always comes back."
"Yes, he does that quite often." Lucifer responded simply as he grabbed an unshattered glass and poured some liquor inside.
"So will you help me?" Lucy questioned, her voice echoing throughout the room as Lucifer glanced up from his cup. "Will you cut them off? Please?"
At the question, Lucifer simply sat in a bar stool, as if trying to get himself comfy. "How do you know I can?"
Lucy's response was no more than a shrug, her eyes suddenly looking at the floor as she shook her head. "I... I can feel it."
"Strange." Lucifer replied as he took a swig of his drink, his once slightly bloody wounds healing before her eyes. "Why do you want them off?"
Not real, Lucy... That's not real...
Lucy's more rational thoughts ringed in her mind as she took in a deep breath. Lucifer must be... must be faking it. The wounds must be fake, this must all be fake. That's why he can heal so quickly... And the other man, he disappeared because... because she was hallucinating him all along. Yes, that must be it. She was hallucinating him just like she was hallucinating the wings tethered onto her back... This was all a hallucination, a cruel work of her brain. Maybe if she thinks hard enough... If she tries hard enough, then she'll appear in her bedroom, with her parents by her side. That she'll be able to go back to her normal life in her normal world full of normal people.
"I want to be normal." Lucy replied, her tone slightly frantic as Lucifer simply crossed his arms. "Please. That... that thing," She said 'thing' as if it pained her, killed her almost, to say the word 'wings'. As if by saying wings, it'll make this scenario all too real. "it ruined my life. If you cut them off, then... then I'll give you anything. Please, I-I just want my life back."
"So, let's say I cut them off." Lucifer casually pours more alcohol into his glass. "All is good and well, though, I will warn you in advance, it hurts like hell." Another swig of alcohol. "I should know."
"You have wings?" Lucy whispered, her eyes wide. She didn't know why she was surprised about that, after all, now a days, it felt like everyone she met had a pair. But the idea of the dark haired, intimidating man in front of her with a pair of wings on his back simply felt preposterous to her.
"I had wings." Lucifer waved his hands at the comment. "Cut them off a while ago, but yes. I suppose I do 'have' wings."
"Then cut mine off!" Lucy almost shouted the words, her eyes wide and frantic, a glimmer of hope on her face. "Please, please, pleas-"
"Hush!" Lucifer interrupted. "You never let me finish my story! Now, I cut off your wings and all is well... except now, there's two rather large scars on your back, and then you'll have to explain whatever the hell happened to your significant other during sex-" At the word, Lucy visibly tensed up as Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Okay, cuddle time. You make up a lie, or, if you're like me, you just say the truth... the truth which is so silly that nobody believes you anyway." Another sip of his drink as Lucy stared at him with wide eyes. "Plus, you have the chance to make dear old Dad upset. Are you completely sure that you would like to risk that?"
Lucy blinked at his words and a certain rage entered her body. A rage that made a fire unleash behind her eyes as she took a step forward. He didn't understand, nobody understood. She knew the consequences, but she had no other choice. She couldn't live her life like this, live her life as an outcast. She hated her wings with a passion unlike no other and she wanted them off. No, she needed them off.
But the rage that once consumed her entire being was over as quickly as it started. She blinked and resumed her original spot and let out a breath.
"Who is your Father?" She whispered softly as Lucifer raised an eyebrow.
"I thought it was obvious by now." At the next word, Lucifer looked away from Lucy's eyes and back at his amber colored drink. "God."
Lucy almost rolled her eyes at his answer. "I'm sure he is, Jesus."
"It's true, you know. I thought you would believe me by now, I'm the Devil."
"Yeah, whatever." Lucy replied and set her jaw. "I told you, I don't... really believe in that stuff."
Lucifer stepped off of his stool and took a step towards Lucy. "Were your parents angels?"
"What? No." Lucy immediately stated, her eyebrows funneling together. "I actually think they were more of your people."
"Demons? Well, I've never heard about demons having an angel as an offspring before but-"
"No! Just... just bad people in general." Lucy whispered softly and ran her hand through her hair. "But... but it's not like that was their fault."
"Oh really? Then whose fault was it?" Lucifer asked, sounding genuinely curious as Lucy simply bit her bottom lip, tears beginning to pool in her eyes.
"Mine." She sniffed a little before she continued. "Now, please, will you help me? I... I have a life to get back to."
Lucifer paused in his spot and tilted his head at the girl in front of him. She looked so beautiful, so pure... how could Amenadiel even think that she was... was anything but an Angel? But then again, he used to be angel once too... and look where he is now.
"Fine. I'll get Mazie." He finally replied and walked towards the elevator. He pressed the button and stepped in before he pointed a finger at the girl. "Don't. Move."
Lucy gave him a sharp nod in return and watched as the doors closed before him. At the sight of him disappearing, Lucy let out a sigh of relief. It was going to be over, it was all going to be over. She could be normal again, she could be human again.
Lucifer reappeared with Maze within a minute, who held two strangely shaped daggers in her hands. The two marched together towards the girl, who suddenly felt a lump growing in her throat. Second thoughts rushed through her head as Maze raised an eyebrow at the little girl.
"Wings." She stated as Lucy simply took off her backpack, her movements slow. Doubt rushed through her mind faster than a rocket and her hands shook as the backpack slided off of her fingertips and her wings extended in front of the world. They felt stiffer than usual.
Maze immediately pushed her so that her back was facing her and tilted her head at the feathers before her. "This is going to hurt you much, much more than it's going to hurt me."
And then, before Lucy could even think about letting out a scream of protest, Maze stuck the dagger through Lucy's skin.
A scream exploded from the girl's lips as she fell forward. Instinct took over Lucy's rational thoughts and before anyone could stop her, her wings flapped wildly at Maze, knocking her off of her feet, but her dagger still implanted underneath the girl's skin. A pain greater than Lucy could ever imagine stung her nerves as tears freely flowed down her cheeks.
"Oh, for Father's sake." Lucifer mumbled underneath his breath as he grabbed the dagger from Lucy's skin and started to push it against Lucy's bone, making her hack out a sob.
"It hurts!" Lucy cried as Lucifer's hands stained darker in blood.
"Well what the bloody hell did you expect!" Lucifer questioned as Lucy started to twitch against his hold, the pain slowly becoming too much for her tiny body to take.
And then, before anything else could happen, the dagger was out of her skin. At the feeling of release, Lucy collapsed, her breathing rapid as she grabbed her backpack and wrapped it over her back. She could feel the blood seeping through onto her sweatshirt and back as Lucifer casually gave the dagger back to Maze.
"See, I told you it would hurt." Lucifer replied, but Lucy could hardly hear him. All she could do was grip onto the couch, the only voice rocking in her ears being the sound of blood pumping harder and harder. "You're too weak to do this. You probably wouldn't have survived if I had decided to go all the way."
"I'm not weak..." Lucy whispered rather pathetically as she wiped tears away from her eyes. "I... I could've done it!"
"Done it my ass." Lucifer shot back as Lucy shut her eyes and took in deep breaths. "Trust me, you would've died and dear old Dad would've sent you straight to Hell to watch over it or whatever."
Lucy shut her eyes tightly and turned around, her eyes suddenly wide with passion and anger. "Give me the knife! I can do it!"
But Maze didn't even move a muscle, the knifes gripped tightly in her hands as Lucifer raised an eyebrow."You seem to have a death wish, darling."
"I DON'T WANT THEM!" Lucy screamed, her voice raging louder than a thousand suns. "CAN'T YOU JUST UNDERSTAND! I NEVER WANTED THEM, SO TAKE. THEM. OFF!"
If Lucy was the devil, Lucifer just knew that a demonic face would've appeared on her. Her pure features would've dissolved before his eyes to be replaced by burning red skin and harsh black outlines. Her eyes would've morphed into red coals and an expression of pure and utter anger would lash out onto her face
But there was only one Devil in this world. And she wasn't it.
Lucifer opened his mouth to reply, to explain just how idiotic she was being. To tell her just how stupid this whole thing was and how if she died, then Amenadiel would've won. And they could've have him winning now, did they?
But before he could, the elevator door opened to reveal a lady with fair skin, blonde hair, and a fierce look in her eye.
And a gun in her hands.
"Lucifer Morningstar, you're under arrest for the assault of a minor."
***Very important note: This is taking place a bit before the first episode of the first season. So this is all, like, pre-Chloe Decker. Just letting you all know...
Kaboom. :)