Title: They can have their world; we'll make our own
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Lion King 2: Simba's Pride
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: none
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 460
Point of view: third
Prompt: Hell was frighteningly organized and with Sam at the helm, it only got worse.
His first day below, Hantu objected. Lucifer cringed as the newest—and last—Lord's power flew, effectively destroying the naysayer forever.
"Anyone else have something to say?" the Lord asked, voice reverberating throughout the Caverns, echoing off the Lakes.
Beelzebub swallowed nervously, sharing a look with Lucifer. Only Satan, though, had the courage to speak: "We are yours, Majesty."
"Good," the Lord said. "Then find my brother and bring him here."
o0o
Lilith's files were extremely organized and Lucifer found the Lord's brother's location within hours(by human time, which the Lord said Hell would be using from now on). With Beelzebub and Satan accompanying, he went to the farthest edge of Hell, where Lilith had taken particular pleasure torturing the Lord's brother.
The soul had barely any strength left, but he still struggled. "L'go me, y'sons'bitches," he slurred, trying to pull away. "I'kill'ya."
Lucifer was impressed; he had not helped Lilith torture this soul, a fact he was most glad of now that the Lord had claimed the Throne.
"Gently," Satan admonished Beelzebub. "If anymore harm comes to this boy, the Lord will not let Hell stand."
Lucifer shuddered. Lilith had been a tyrant, yes, but she was a known quantity, having been around since nearly the beginning, back when Lucifer and his brothers ruled as one entity. (To think, he had once loved her… he couldn't even remember what he'd seen in her.) The new Lord, though—he was completely unknown. Azazel had shared his plans only with his children, and now that they all were dead…
"We must go faster," Lucifer said. "Give the Lord his brother as quickly as possible."
Satan shot him a look. "If we go any faster, the soul might tear. Do you want to explain that?"
Lucifer shook his head. He'd once been the greatest, and now he trembled at the thought of a human's anger.
"We left because we didn't want to kneel," Satan said, compassion in his eyes as he glanced at Lucifer. "We were hasty."
"The Lord will be different," Lucifer mused aloud, studying the soul in Beelzebub's grip. "Not like Yahweh, or Lilith, or even us."
Beelzebub rumbled, "I will stay with you, no matter what the two of you decide."
The soul muttered something that sounded like "Sammy."
o0o
Lucifer chose and stood with his brothers as the Lord cried, cradling a broken soul close, and Hell groaned. Slowly, slowly, the soul healed before his eyes, the Lord's power flowing through him.
Lucifer chose and stood with his brothers as the Lord announced to Hell's denizens, "This is Dean. Follow him as you would me."
Lucifer chose, standing between Satan and Beelzebub as Yahweh fell from the Heavens, the Lord of Hell taking his throne, and his brother at his side.