Chapter 2: Not a Saint

Hello! I'm back! I said I was gonna try and update this every Sunday and well… It's Sunday and I'm a week late... I'M SO SORRY! This is based off of a headcannon (kinda) I have, and I have no clue how I came up with this. (Not that it's very original. It's just...Lucifer was once an angel and, well, I think he would have some "angelic traits" or "angelic tendencies" of some kind. (Terminology is definitely not my thing. -_-) I mean, he was born in Heaven and all, and if you move to a different country, for example, you do keep some of your ways and mannerisms of your native culture, even if they are less noticeable after a period of time.)

Also, one other thing.

Thank you Blackthorn Ashe for bringing up the missing divider in the last chapter. I didn't realize it was missing. It has been fixed now. (Finally.)

Hope you all enjoy!

Headcannon: Lucifer did not really want to fight in the war in Ente Isla and his battle with Emilia made him realize he regrets his choices. Basically a slight amount of Luci angst.

He knew he was doomed. He had underestimated her and now he was going to pay the price.

What was he saying? He was thinking like he has already been defeated. In a sense, he has been. His army has been crushed, however, he could still fight.

He knew he could not afford to lose this battle.

He glared at the figure in golden armor, who stood with the Holy sword, Better Half. A mere human could not defeat him. It was simply impossible.

That arrogance was his downfall.

He struck first, too fast for her to react properly. The energy blast he sent her way knocked her backwards, sending her flying.

Speaking of flying…

He took to the skies, soaring into the air with ease. If this hero wanted to fight a Demon General so badly, that is what she would get: a fight.

Lucifer clenched his jaw, glaring down at the armored warrior standing staring up at him

with her companions. She stood, proud and tall, with her back straight and head up. It irritated him.

How dare she stand before him as if she were God. How dare she stand before him as if she got to decide his punishments and crimes. How dare she look down on him like he was some villain, some vile creature.

The Hero flew up, slashing her sword at his head. He soared higher, gathering magical energy into his hand and shot it at her. Lifting her sword, she deflected the blast before launching herself at him again. This time, he stood his ground and created a small barrier around his hands and blocked the sword.

"Emilia the Hero," he cooed, "so we meet at last."

"Your life ends today, Demon General Lucifer!" She shouted, sending multiple thrusts and blows his way.

He was no saint, but he was not evil. Lucifer liked to tell himself that at least. He never wanted to bring harm to the humans; he held no ill-will against them. However, Satan, who was once an innocent demon child, had grown into a powerful being, capable of striking terror with his very presence, and was not someone Lucifer could battle against with hopes of winning. At least, not anymore.

If Lucifer had it his way, he would not be a Demon General. He would be at a library with a good book and some peace of mind, not battling his current opponent. But life dealt him a bad hand yet again.

He blocked her attacks with speed and precision, keeping a level head. He knew he needed to get some distance between them, so he could regain his magic. He could already feel the strain on his body from using so much already.

"Holy flame slice!"

Lucifer reeled back, partly from pain, partly to avoid her next slash. He gave his wings a tremendous flap and flew high into the clouds of smoke rising from the burning village below. He flew higher, into the clouds, where he paused to catch his breath.

He felt shaky and faint. However, he was not sure if it was because of his large magic use in the battle against the human's army, his injuries from Emilia's "Holy flame slice!" or something else.

He gazed down at the burning village below, and his eyes widened in horror. Bodies-they looked so small way in the sky- laid scattered and lifeless across the war-torn landscape. Demons and humans, some still fighting, others dead, were spread out across the area.

I…

Lucifer flew back as a flash of gold soared past him. He glared at her. No. This could not be happening.

Lucifer let a blast of purple light flash as he flew down towards the ground at high speed.

"Face me, you coward!"

The Hero's cry rang in his ears for a moment.

...am…

He flew along the ground, the tall grass almost brushing against his body. He saw a blue streak flying towards him at high speed. He narrowed his lavender eyes, and forced a crazed smile onto his face. He was a Demon General. He could not show weakness.

But he could feel the fight leaving his body.

...responsible for…

He gave a tremendous flap of his large black wings, surging him forward. The crazed smile, a smile that did not quite reach his eyes, began hurting his cheeks. He had to win this. For Satan. For the little demon child that he had come to love. Just like he loved the humans like his own children.

But Satan was no longer a child anymore.

...all of this.

He was Demon King.

And Lucifer was his general.

And he killed countless humans, who have done nothing but defend themselves from him.

He brought a large amount of magical energy to his hands and smashed it into the Hero's blade. The result was a shock wave, sending him and Emilia flying upward. The circled each other, sending short, swift attacks at each other as gold and purple light twisted higher and higher.

I…

He raised his hand, prepared to blast her away from him. Then she got close, close enough to where Lucifer could see inside her helmet and see her face. And he hesitated. Emilia slashed her sword up, creating a huge gash in his left wing. He cried out in pain as he fell back down, down, down…

...never…

Why did the Hero look like an angel? Was she not human? She was raised by the Church, right? Why did she look like somebody he knew? Why did she look like Laylah? Then it hit him. She was half-angel. Laylah had to of been her mother.

He was possibly fighting the daughter of a once close friend.

...wanted this...

Emilia shot down, ready to strike him down. The rage in her eyes glowed a brilliant red.

The was no "possibly" about it. She was Laylah's daughter. He knew that look anywhere.

"Wait!" he cried out. Maybe he could reason with her. Maybe he could get her to listen.

But she didn't seem to listen to him.

"You will pay for what you have done!" she screams, "You will pay for all the lives you took! You will pay for killing my father!"

Lucifer's eyes widened.

I killed your father…?

He gathered what little strength he had left and blasts of violet light towards her. She deflected them, but it slowed her down, which was all he needed.

I can't kill her. Not if she is Laylah's child.

He flew down unsteadily, and staggered as he landed.

But I can't lose this battle either.

He looked around and looked at the burning village. The blood beneath his feet, the corpses, the smoke and ash, suffocated him.

I did this…

He felt tears in his eyes.

I did this. This all happened because I was too afraid to stand up to Satan.

He turned around to look at the Hero.

I have no strength left. I can't fight anymore…

He was tired of fighting. That seemed to be all he did these days. Emilia lunged at him, sword aimed at his heart. Lucifer tried to douge, tried to run, tried to fly. He tried to get away from her, but he was too slow. All he could manage to do was feebly push the sword while Emilia ran it straight through his chest.

His vision went white and his scream pierced the air. He felt the sword pull out of his chest while he fell to knees. He barely remembers hitting the ground; he was too mesmerized by the midnight black feathers fluttering down, down, down onto the blood-soaked, unforgiving, and cold dirt and watching his killer in golden armor walk away.

"It's too late for regrets."

I think my not updating this last week proves I am horrible at sticking to my own schedules. Kinda a sad ending. Poor Lucifer. Anyway, thanks for reading! If you have any one shot requests let me know in the comments or PM me. Please review!

-Fallen