Title: no one lays a lily on their grave
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Wicked
Warnings: AU
Pairings: Lucifer/Dean
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 310
Point of view: third
Prompt: any/any, Hallowed be my name.
In the end, there is light. The last thing billions will see, hear, or feel—light from the east, exploding and burning and roaring, consuming until nothing is left and from the ashes, plants will be the first to return, then insects, as the world is reborn. As it was in the beginning, so shall it be in the end.
The demons will round up any surviving humans, bring them to Lucifer's palace on the edge of the sea. Lucifer will speak to each one, deciding their fate. Most will die, thrown into the ocean or buried in the earth. Some will be gifted to his demons, as toys or as meatsuits.
Such is his power, the gleaming Star of Morning.
And his vessel's brother will be the last human found. Dragged in struggling, cursing, swearing vengeance. He will glare up at Lucifer, covered in ash and blood, and he will say, I'll kill you, I promise I'll kill you.
Lucifer will smile and crouch next to him, stroking his cheek. Defiant as always, Dean, he will reply.
Standing, Lucifer will command, Take him to my quarters. Make sure he can't leave.
The world is beautiful outside, healing after Lucifer's fire cleansed all pollution, all evidence of humanity from the air and the earth and the water. All taint burned out.
And the last human still free, not a vessel, waits, chained in Lucifer's bed.
Our Father, Lucifer whispers, striding through the hall, who art lost, cursed be your name. This is my realm now.
In the end, all is light, the MorningStar scouring the world. Heaven and Earth burn, and Hell rises, and no matter how the Vessel screams, Lucifer will still break his brother until Lucifer has the most perfect general to command his armies.
And the Vessel will never be free, and his brother will never kill Lucifer.