Title: not exactly prodigal
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 5; possible blasphemy
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 175
Point of view: third
Prompt: Lucifer (/any), Finally going back to Heaven
Before him, the Gate swings open. Angels line the street, swords tilted down, flame barely licking the blade. Sunlight glitters off the golden street, nearly blinding him after so long in a dark, cold cage.
Father waits at the end, a silver circlet on His head and another in His hand. Next to Him on the right is His Beloved Son, that arrogant bastard. A silver circlet glistens on his dark head and a smirk twists his lips. On Father's left is Michael, wings pale and beautiful. His smile is glorious. Almost like he never languished in the dark, wrapped entirely in Lucifer's arms, cocooned in the warm feathers of his wings. The silver circlet barely balances on his thick hair. Lucifer wouldn't be surprised if it slipped off.
"I do not repent," Lucifer announces for all of Heaven to hear. "I did nothing wrong then, or in this recent event."
Michael rolls his eyes. The Son narrows his.
God laughs, loud and long, and says fondly, "Oh, my boy, I have missed you."