Angels

Chloe stormed into the Lux nightclub with a police badge in hand, almost immediately scaring off some of the men and women who once occupied it, scattering them off in all directions. But Decker wasn't there for them.

After realizing that Lucy was gone from the police station, Chloe sped towards Lux, figuring that that would be the next place that Lucy would run off too if her files really were that accurate. She almost immediately spotted Lucifer caught up in the spell of his own drink before she dashed over to him.

"Ah, Detective!" Lucifer exclaimed as Maze gave her the stink eye.

"Should I get a knife?"

"Ah, no need, Mazie!" Lucifer continued and leaned over to the bar counter to look her in the eye. "Now, Detective, are you here to arrest me again?"

However, Decker wasn't out to play games this time around. "Lucy. Where's Lucy?"

"I thought she was in your custody, Detective." Lucifer replied and took a sip of his drink as Chloe immediately ran a hand through her hair.

"She's in danger, Lucifer. Real danger." She whispered underneath her breath, causing the slight grin on Lucifer's face to disappear for half a second before it came up once more.

"Ah, nothing can harm her, Lucy's an angel after all!" He took a swig of his drink as Chloe pulled out her laptop and pointed at the file she had recovered.

"Her real name's not Lucy, Lucifer," Chloe whispered softly, her eyes wide as she showed him the words on the screen. "It's Angel. Her literal name is Angelina Holy Grace."

Lucifer blinked once and without saying another word, he snatched her laptop from her hands to examine the document closer. However, she wasn't lying in the least bit, and the files seemed to have every little detail about her life on it.

Angelina Holy Grace, age fifteen. Lives in Peterson Alabama. Graduated St. Peter's Catholic Elementary School and dropped out of Lord's Home Catholic High School in the tenth grade. Goes to St. Lucius church and Sunday school until disappeared. Gained popularity for singing in her local church group.

"The girl always said she wasn't bloody religious."

"It gets worse." Chloe continued as she scrolled down, letting Lucifer see the pictures. Pictures of a girl with raven black hair and even darker, frieghtened eyes clutching the hand of an officer. She was impossibly even thinner back then, her lips a sick, malnourished blue and a thin, black blanket wrapped around her tiny frame. Lucifer could make out the faint outline of her wings beneath the blanket. "When her priest found that she had abnormal bones in her back that was probably from a birth defect, they thought that she was an actual angel. They worshipped the ground she stood on until they found her trying to cut those bones out with a kitchen knife." Chloe heaved a breathe and continued to scroll down, letting Lucifer see the pictures that the Doctors had taken of her back.

Her wings were even smaller back then, barely stretching barely past her small frame. Faint, but healed scratches ad indents were made at the wings and skin, signs of someone desperately wanting them out. A large, gloved hand was gripping on Lucy's tiny arm, making it seem like these pictures weren't exactly with her permission.

"She has some sort of... of bird mutation. They called her the ultimate sinner, Hell's Daughter, Satan's offspring." Her eyes glanced over to slightly at Lucifer before she continued. "They kept her in the basement of their church, not wanting her to apparently spread her evil to the universe until police were tipped onto where to find her and brought her to a lab to... to be experimented on. That's when she started talking about you."

"Me?" Lucifer repeated as Chloe nodded and shut her laptop, still not breaking eye contact with Lucifer.

"Yes, you. She apparently went crazy and started saying that she needed you to... to cut off her wings. That that was the only way. That the devil would unbound her from her curse." A quick exhale as Chloe shook her head once more. "She apparently escaped two weeks into the experiments and was off the grid ever since."

"So where is she?"

"I don't know."

A heavy bag hung over Lucy's head as she rode in a van towards wherever her captors were trying to bring her. She took in deep breaths to calm herself, but came to no avail as she desperately squirmed inside of her restraints. The ride was bumpy, making it so that Lucy would jump up every half second. Even her wings were bound, with her entire body being strapped against the seat.

Her mouth was strapped shut with a piece of thick duct tape and her slightly dilated pupils awkwardly stared at the blackness that stood before her. The situation was slowly coming truly in focus as she began to realize just what was happening. She was going to be trapped inside of a room made of iron and tortured until her stupid body finally gave up all hope. Until everything crumples apart and her soul finally breaks. She was going to lose a life she never truly had.

But... but maybe it was for the better. She was a freak of nature, she was an outcast. At least if she was surrounded by psychopaths they would know her for who she is... then she would never have to hide ever again. Maybe the government could find her again and maybe they could put her out of her misery.

"Lucy." A sudden voice whispered, causing Lucy to glance up. Within a second, the black bag flipped off of her head, causing a bright light to cloud her vision, making her not being able to focus for a moment.

However, once her eyes focused on the figure in front of her, her eyes only narrowed as he carefully tore off the duct tape of her mouth. Her eyes glanced to the outside world, to the windows. To her surprise, the scenery moved much, much slower than it should, almost as if the world went on pause. Not to mention the fact that everyone else in the vehicle didn't even notice the tall, black man in the car with them.

"Are you alright, child?" Amenadiel asked, his hands on the girl's shoulders as she immediately shrugged him off. He then began to tend to her bonds, only to receive a tone of anger in return.

"Don't touch me!" She shrieked, causing the angel to pause in his actions. "I... I don't need your help! I don't need you to save me again!"

At her protest, the higher power removed his hands from her bondage and crouched down so they could look at each other face to face. Her dark eyes were wide and filled with sadness and horror, her lips trembling, but her jaw firmly set as the Angel spoke.

"I helped save you the first time." he whispered softly. "Remember that life you lived in a cell, the sunlight being a foreign feeling to your skin barely two years ago? I rescued you from that... that hell, yet you still don't trust me. Yet you still insisted to go to the police, even though you knew fully well what they would do to you."

"I don't trust people with wings." Lucy whispered softly her eyes not even daring to blink as she continued to stare at Amenadiel. "You... you probably mutated me! You did mutate me! And... and you tried to find me and... and take me to... to use me and experiment on me and... and..." She bit her bottom lip and thrust her head backwards. "You expect me just to follow your every move? To... to trust you?"

Amenadiel gently placed his hand on Lucy's and squeezed it lightly. "I didn't do this to you." He whispered softly and blinked once. "Father did."

"God isn't real." Lucy responded almost automatically, all life drained from her voice as she shook her head ever so slightly. "He isn't."

"He gave you these wings, just like how he gave me my own." The Angel whispered softly as he squeezed Lucy's hand even tighter. "He gave you the power of persuasion, the gift of immortality because you're going to need those when you reach your true job."

"And what's that?"

"To rule Hell." Amenadiel whispered softly. "To replace Lucifer and take the mantel of the hardest job known to man."

Lucy blinked once, her sanity slowly beginning to unravel as she slowly turned her head to face Amenadiel, her breaths rapid.

"You're. Not. Real." She then waved her hands throughout the car, pointing towards the outside world. "What... What you're doing right now... it isn't real. I'm... I'm going crazy."

"Then how did you get out of your restraints?" Amenadiel whispered softly as Lucy looked down to realize that her wrists and body had, almost magically, managed to get relieved of their bonds. "How come you're still talking to me if you think that this is all just an illusion?"

Lucy shut her eyes and pressed the palms of her hands against her ears. "Get out of my head."

At her words, the man shook his head. When will she learn of her destiny? "As you wish, Angel."

He blinked out of the car and time restarted for the men and women in the car to realize that Lucy had, somehow, escaped her chains.

"Pin her down." One screamed as Lucy widened her eyes and extended her wings, sending another spiral of pain through her spine. However, her feathers did collide with one person's face, causing them to slam their head against the door of the car as Lucy took in rapid breaths, her eyes slowly beginning to water as insanity truly took over her body.

She slammed her head against the window, causing a shatter in the glass as she let out a blood curdling scream.

"WHY ME!" She cried, every last bit of her anger and sadness dissolving into the universe. She slammed her forehead into the wall this time, causing the car to serve around the street as she let out a sob. "WHY! ME!"

Her eyes seemed to almost bulge out of her head before she suddenly spotted a figure on the road. A figure clothed in black standing in front of the car, not moving an inch. Just standing there, as if just begging for the end to come.

A moment came and went, and the car that Lucy sat in didn't slow down in the least. The passengers at the front barely looked at Lucy as they began to ram full force at the man in the middle of the road.

And then, ever so softly, the man put up a hand to where the engine of the car lay and right as they were about to ram into him, the car stopped, every part of it screeching to halt as Lucy let out a cry and slammed her head into the front seat, a groan leaving her lips.

She lay there for a moment, the world suddenly spinning before her as she desperately tried to make sense of her surroundings. Desperate to understand just what was happening.

Smoke felt as if it was beginning to crowd the car as Lucy let out a cough, only to have that be accompanied by a scream. But not a scream from Lucy.

"I'M SORRY!" a voice cried, their voice begging for forgiveness between sobs. Lucy blinked softly and touched her surroundings, her senses still not exactly aware of what was happening. "Oh, please, God, I'm sorry! Please, please, don't send me there, please tell Father that... that I'm sorry no, that we're sorry for meddling! Please forgive us mortal souls!"

The words slowly brought Lucy back to original senses as she found a door handle and pushed at it. Surprisingly, the entire door fell off of it's hinges as Lucy let out a groan and rolled out of the car, her feet landing on the ground as her wings extended to give her a better sense of balance. She lightly touched her head as a killer headache began to overtake her soul once again.

It was another series of words that brought her mind back into existence.

"You will never touch her again." The words sent shivers up Lucy's spine but... but it didn't feel that bad. It even felt good in a way... "EVER AGAIN!"

"No! No I won't!" Another voice screamed, it's voice full of desperation as Lucy's eyes focused on the figures in front of her.

One of them was a tall, dark haired man in black clothes, who seemed to be looming over two of Lucy's captors, one of which happened to be the old man. However, the two looked different. Their eyes were wide and full of absolute fear. Every part of their body was shaking and shock and pain overtook every one of their senses as Lucy blinked quickly and spoke, not even thinking about the word that would leave her mouth.

"Lucifer?"

And when he spun around, Lucy came face to face with the Devil himself.

Hope you enjoyed!

Last Update:

02-09-19