Pete's POV
I don't know what to do anymore. I've seen my friend die. I've killed the one and only love of my life. And now I'm alone. Alone in the whole universe. At least that's what it feels like.
I hear a door open slowly and I look up, not even caring whether it's a person that wants to kill me or to help me. There is a tall figure standing in the doorway and as I try to make my vision get into focus, I realise this might be the only person that truly understands me.
It's my sister.
She slowly walks towards me and kneels beside me. She doesn't say anything. She just wraps her arms around me, letting me rest my head on her shoulder and close my eyes, pretending this is all just a bad dream and I will wake up in a world where I've never killed anyone.
"Pete...", she whispers while softly stroking my hair, like she used to do when I was younger and I had the flu. She always sat next to me, trying to soothe me to sleep.
"Pete... I've come to take you..."
"Take me?", I look up at her with a scared expression on my face. I don't want to go anywhere. I want to just stay here and cry and forget about my existence.
"Take you Home", she says. "Your task is done. It's over. You're safe again."
"No, it's not!", I shout. "It's not over! It's never over! Patrick's dead! Patrick's dead and he will never come back! You understand me? Never!"
Somehow it helps to let it all out this way but it also makes all the memories hit me right in the chest again. I look at my sister, who doesn't look upset at all. She even smiles a little.
"What, you think this is funny?!", I shout in disbelief. "You really think this is the time to laugh?"
"Pete, listen-", my sister tries to interrupt me.
"No, no, you listen!" My voice is cracking. "The only person who helped me recover from your death was Patrick! And he's dead! He's gone! He's fucking gone! And you're fucking smiling!"
"Pete, seriously, listen to me", she says angrily. "Use your head. Yes, Patrick is dead. But you're dead too, you idiot."
"Wh- what?", I stutter, too blown away to say anything else. I'm dead? Yes, I'm dead... But I'm still here. And Patrick's dead... Can he-
"Yes, he can", my sister smiles. Apparently I said everything out loud. "He is in Heaven. I've just been told everything. I came to get you so I could take you to him."
As I stay silent she continues. "So, are you coming with me or what?"
I'm about to say yes until I remember something. "Andy... Phil... They're still here..."
"Nope, others took care of them. They're safely in Heaven right now, just like Patrick. The only Angel left on Earth is you."
"And Lucifer", I say, thinking of what he once said. That even the Devil is a fallen Angel.
"What do you mean?", my sister asks.
"Well, we need to take care of him", I say. "I mean, we can't just leave him here, right?"
"He only wants to talk to people he knows well", she mumbles. "So Patrick's gonna talk to him..."
"What?!", I shout. "You're just gonna let him talk to Lucifer again? Who the hell allowed this?"
"God himself...", my sister mumbles, immediately stopping me from saying any more insults.
"Oh... Well...", I say, desperate for words. "Tell... Tell God that if he wants to let Patrick talk to Lucifer... He also has to let me talk to him. I won't leave Patrick alone with that psychopath again!"
"Well, then you have to hurry, because Patrick's already on his way..."
"Seriously?", I shout. "What the hell are we doing here then? Let's go!"
"Pete..." My sister lays a hand on my shoulder to hold me back. "Are you really sure about this?"
"Yes", I simply say. "Yes, I'm sure."
"Okay", she mutters. "Then I suggest you grab my arm and hold on tight, because this is gonna be quite a ride."
Just in time I manage to get a hold of her arm, because the next moment I'm being swept of my feet and into the air. We race through the corridors until we're standing outside and even then we don't stop.
"They told us Lucifer is in the abandoned building where he held Patrick hostage for a while, which will be about..." My sister looks at me and smirks. "Ten seconds away from here if we're fast. Do you think you can handle my maximum speed, Petey?"
I just nod breathlessly and there we go again. And I'm not even kidding, we literally were there in ten seconds.
We decend towards the ground and land right in front of the door to the building. Without saying I open the door and walk through it.
"Patrick?", I shout in the hope that he might respond, but there's no response.
I walk further, leaving my sister behind and constantly shouting Patrick's name until I've left the last bit of daylight behind and the only light comes from a small lightbulb hanging on the ceiling.
"Patrick?", I shout again, almost starting to give up hope when I hear an answer.
"Young angel... How nice of you to join the party. I must say I am truly delighted."
Those words are followed by a "shut up" which I immediately recognise as Patrick's voice.
"Yes, I've come", I say, trying to hide the terrible fear that is clutching itself onto my heart. "I've come to take you."
"Take me?" I can see him now. He's leaning against a wall, Patrick standing opposite of him. Patrick looks tense, while Lucifer looks like he has absolutely nothing to worry about.
"Yes, take you. You've committed crimes that are too terrible to be spoken of and need to be punished in the name of-" I attempt to talk in the same posh way as he always does but he interrupts me.
"If I am for the axe, then for mercy's sake, just swing it", he says sighing, rolling his eyes.
"Fine! Then I'll call the Archangels to tell them to come and get you!", I shout angrily, completely forgetting that this was all his plan.
"Oh, there's no need for that...", a tired voice mumbles behind me.
"Hello, brother", God says smiling lightly. "Did you miss me?" He looks like a young man now. Light blond hair, deep brown eyes and a tanned skin. All of his features are soft, making him seem approachable, the exact opposite of Lucifer.
There is a slight crack in Lucifer's mask of composure, as he pushes his lips together until they're nothing but a thin line.
"You're not my brother. You never were and you know that." It takes him a lot to keep his voice in that perfect, controlled tone.
"You never acted like that when we were younger", God says. "We were more than brothers, we were friends. We we grew up together, we fought together..."
"No!" Lucifer points his finger at God. "The only thing you did was casting a shadow over my entire existence for me to live in, and that's all I remember."
"You know I never wanted to hurt you", God tries to calm him down.
"No!" It only seems to make him more furious. "I was the only and rightful ruler of Heaven until you tossed me into this abyss!"
"And as a revenge you take your madness out on these innocent people here on Earth? You destroy their lives because I destroyed yours? I thought you were better than this..."
"I changed, brother", Lucifer sneers. "More than you could imagine. I will never live in the shade of your greatness again."
I expect God to react just as violent but instead of that a single tear rolls down his cheek. "Please... Just come home..."
"I don't have a home anymore. You cast me out of the only home I had, remember?", Lucifer says bitterly.
"Well...", I interrupt the two talking. "You have to come with us, whether you want to or not. You're kinda arrested..."
Lucifer sarcastically pulls up one eyebrow and smirks. "Oh dear, if you arrested me, I think I must surrender..."
He puts his hands in the air. "Please take me to your dungeon."
"Well, if you ask for it...", God grabs Lucifer by his arm and spreads his wings. He turns around and looks at me and Patrick.
"You've got your own wings. Follow closely, the portal will only be open for a short amount of time."
We nod and give a short look at each other. Patrick is about to fly as I stop him.
"I'm glad you're back", I say while smiling.
Patrick just smiles back, but in that smile are more emotions hidden than a thousand words could say.
I grab his hand and together we fly away. Towards safety, towards hope, towards a future together. A future I never thought was possible.
