Chapter 4: Needing celestial help

Linda held Lucifer´s head in her lap, his heavy body had pulled her down and she sat beside his unconscious form on the floor. She takes a deep breath to calm down before she panics. After checking his vitals she was somehow relieved that his heart had at least a steady and strong beat.

As his wings popped out she lost all the calm she had collected and stared at the huge, ill looking black things. These were not the wings she had previously seen. No, they don't feel like the life-giving light they were before.

The doctor got her phone out and called the only other angel she knows, who answers the phone in seconds. While she explained the situation to Amenadiel, she watches the wings as they move slightly as if they were uncomfortable and a few feathers fall to the floor, black and heavy.

Linda´s call had set Amenadiel into a state of fear and confusion. Maybe she was wrong and Lucifer was alright? He had seen him at Monday and he hadn't look good. He thought it had to do something with Chloe and her presence that makes him human. But this … black wings … there is no way that could be a good sign.

Lucifer was the light bringer; his wings are the most beautiful and brightest of all the siblings. If they had known jealousy in the silver city, before the fall, they would envy Samael´s wings.

Amenadiel enters the penthouse and stops. Huge black wings take up the floor around the only two other people in the room. Linda notices his entering and looks at him pleading for help while Lucifer is whimpering in her lap as if in pain.

"Amenadiel, thank God. He's is in pain, he doesn't seem to be able to come to full consciousness." Linda calls out for his help and he is next to his brother in no time. Careful not to cause more pain, he very gently ran his hands over Lucifer´s body and wings.

"How long has he been like this?" The wings, a very private part of every angel´s body, vibrate under his soft touch. Like angry bees.

"I came after Chloe called, she watched him the whole night. He needs a doctor but there are none for the devil or angels whatsoever. He did not have time to deal with her when she was as close as you could be to a panic attack.

"Linda, I need you to calm down and help me to get him to the sofa." Both of them lift Lucifer´s unmoving body up to the sofa where he continues to whimper. "Brother can you hear me." He pushes back the black, sweaty hair and hopes for an answer. Lucifer´s eyes open after another minute of calling his name, bright red and containing the fires of hell. His eyes look up at Amenadiel, "Hey, Luci. Can you tell me when your wings began to get black?" But it seems like his brother's strength only could get him a bit of recognition before he fell back into deep, pain filled sleep.

"What should we do now?" Linda questions him as she wipes away the tears she had lost while caring for her friend.

"Not exactly sure how this happened. It´s like a curse. Someone cursed him and that's what poisoned him. His angel self seems to be suffering as if it is trying to make him whole again." He couldn't explain it probably because he doesn't understand it himself. Lucifer was suffering. Whatever attacks him, attacks his wings and his power source. The wings got black from it, as they most likely tried to take the poison out of his body. "But whatever this is, it is killing him, in a very painful way." "He "Did something happen? Did he tell you something?" Amenadiel asked. He was reaching for any clue that could help him.

"I don't know. I called yesterday because he had missed his last two sessions. The last time I saw him was last week as he was on a case with Chloe. Something about a church related crime I think, he was a bit obsessed about it. I don't even know how it ended." Linda rambled while continuing to look worriedly down at her friend.

"Call Chloe and ask her about it. Maybe there is something he missed." Amenadiel stated while he continues to gently stroke his brother´s hair to calm him down.