Sorry this update took a while, I had some other writing projects to work on, plus I started volunteering as an assistant councillor for this summer camp, which has been taking up most of my time. Anyways I`ll do my best to pump out the chapters, this is still definitely a story I intend to finish. Also, please, please, PLEASE review :o I really wanna hear your opinions, it really encourages me to write, it kind of lets me know that people are reading and that they do like it. So yeah please take the time to review :3 and to those of you who have, thanks, it means a lot. It really does XD
Disclaimer: I own nothing if you couldn`t guess..
By the way, when demons actually meet Lucifer in person, do they refer to him as lord, or just Lucifer o-o I`m not sure, so I just guessed they called him Lord Lucifer XD. Please don`t kill me if that`s incorrect, anyways...
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Lucifer C:
When people mostly think of me, they usually presume I`m lounging around somewhere in hell. Well mostly I`m not: I`m usually playing around on Earth or am locked up in my little damned cage. But today, at this moment, if someone said I was lounging around in hell: they`d be correct.
Currently I was lying back in Crowley's office chair, which as itself was literally the throne of hell. My throne. The small British demon wasn`t here yet, and I had already spent a few minutes snooping around his stuff, so now I just relaxed and waited, thinking how he would react when he saw me. But more then that I thought about how I`d react. Should I kill him? For a demon he is useful, and pretty damn amusing. Maybe I`ll keep him around? In the end, I`m wiping them out along with the humans, so why not spare him a few more months? Nothing to lose.
The office`s door opened, but I wasn`t surprised, I had heard the footsteps coming before hand. They were short and sharp and sounded like high heels, so unless Crowley was a cross dresser I doubted it was him. And I was correct as a fairly tall red head walked in holding a clip board, which dropped like her mouth as she saw me with my feet on the desk and my arms around my head. She did manage to hold onto the cell phone in her other hand though.
She just stared in disbelief and I smirked smugly. Finally her gaze dropped, she blushed and her heart beat quickened.
"Lord Lucifer..."
"Random demon?" I replied calmly.
"Azura..." she said her name.
"That`s wonderful and all." I spoke quickly "But I`m looking for a certain mini demon who goes by the title: King of Hell. My title. Anyways, that`s not the point, where is Crowley?"
"He`s finishing up a deal."
"Must be important if he`s decided to dirty his grubby little hands, who`s the poor soul?"
"Err.." she didn`t seem too fond of me insulting him, but answered anyways "The pope."
"Ah I see." I began to twirl in my chair for no real reason "Mind calling him for me?"
"The pope, sir?"
"No, Crowley."
"Oh, well you see... he doesn`t want to be disturbed..."
Did she really just say what I think she said? Without a seconds hesitation, I flicked my hand and she was kneeling on the ground and coughing up black smoke. Dark blood began to run down her eyes and nose and she gasped and writhed in pain. I on the other hand twirled in my chair a few more times, before jumping off and walking up to her, easily picking the phone out of her hands while she stared at me in pleading agony. Oh how I missed this power, and to think soon I`ll have them all back.
"Number please?" I asked, flicking open the cell phone: it was pretty old school.
"Ngh! Ah... Gah!" she just choked and continued to convulse.
Sighing, I snapped my fingers and she was alright, gasping for air as she sat up.
"Forgive me lord Lucifer!" she said quickly "I didn`t know what I was thinking! My loyalty lies only to you."
"Yeah, yeah, heard it all before." I shrugged "Now, the number?"
"666." she answered without a second to waste.
I raised an eyebrow at that, 666, really? Have to hand it to him, Crowley`s one creative son of a witch. Regardless, I dialled the number and raised the phone to my ear.
"Azura, please explain to me what part of no bloody interruptions did you not get?" Crowley sneered from the other side.
"Ahem..." I cleared my throat, cutting him off "Azura`s kind of busy at the moment. But I on the other hand would love a chat. I`m already at your office, not nice to keep guests waiting Crowley."
"Who is this..?" I noticed the shift in his tone.
"And ruin the surprise? No thank you."
Suddenly Crowley was standing a few meters in front of me, his hand still holding the phone up to his ear.
"Happy to see me?" I asked innocently.
"Bollocks.." he muttered quietly, probably hoping I wouldn`t hear, then he made his voice a little louder and added: "Lord Lucifer, not that I`m not as giddy as a whore to see you, but how, may I ask, are you here?"
"Well." I replied smoothly "A super powerful archangel`s got to have a few secrets."
"Sir." Azura looked at Crowley "I just wanted to let you know, I didn`t mean to disturb, but Lord Lucifer was here so it seemed like the-"
Before she could finish, I rolled my eyes and back handed her, and by the way she fell to the ground and gasped, it was pretty damn hard.
"It`s impolite to interrupt..." I sighed dissaporvingly.
"Since you`re all about being polite..." Crowley muttered under his breath.
I shrugged "She`s starting to get annoying anyways." and with that I glanced at her and she blew up into a million little pieces, blood and flesh staining the walls and carpet around her.
"Lovely." Crowley muttered "Well, throne`s all yours, enjoy hell and good luck with the apocalypse. I`ll be in Fiji if you need me."
He tried to teleport away, but he couldn`t. I had power over him, and could easily keep him where I want.
"Not done with you yet jackass." I smiled a little.
"Now, now, let`s not jump to anything we`ll regret." Crowley smiled charmingly.
"Don`t worry, I`m not going to kill you." I said innocently "Well not right now at least. You're going to do me a favour."
His mouth was a firm line, and I figured he didn`t have any quirky response, ,so I continued.
"I need you to dig up everything you can on the amulet." I stated bluntly.
"Which amulet?"
"The amulet."
"There are a billion 'the amulet`s; can you be more bloody specific."
"The amulet. Heavenly weapon. Kind of ugly."
"Shouldn`t you know all about it then." he raised an eyebrow "Amulets from heaven. You're from heaven. Am I the only one seeing the connection?"
"I do remember most about it." I replied with a shrug "But I just wanna be sure I`m not missing any details. And no offense, well actually you can take offense if you like, but what I know isn`t your business, so then how about you do your research and I`ll let you live? You like making deals don`t you?"
"Bloody love them.." he grumbled.
On that note I zapped out just in time to see Ella stepping out of the bedroom while rubbing her eyes.
"What I miss?" she muttered.
"Oh you know, creation of the universe, existence of the dinosaurs, the sculpting of Mt. Everest." I replied "But don`t feel bad, most humans have missed all that."
"Not what I meant..." she rolled her eyes "There`s blood on your shirt."
I glanced down at my flannel shirt, she was correct. Some of Azuras blood was staining the bottom left corner of my shirt, probably from when I had her explode.
"And there`s also blood on your knuckles."
I glanced at them too, she was once again correct. I guess I did hit Azura pretty damn hard.
"Your point is?" I just went along with it.
"What happened?" she replied.
"I don`t intend on sharing." I shrugged "Now just go sit down."
"But I-"
Before she could reply, I waved my hands and she was thrown onto the couch with a yelp. It felt so good to be able to do that, to have my powers back, to no longer feel like some weak little rodent. I have no idea how humans live without it, and frankly I don`t care.
"Rude.." she grumbled.
"Just shut up and listen to some music." I waved my hand again, and the stereo in the corner of the room: which by the looks of it had been broken for a while, began to play some random song.
Ella laughed a little, and I couldn`t help but curiously lift an eyebrow.
"This song`s called E.T." she explained "People think Katy Perry`s a devil worshipper because of the lyrics. Kind of ironic don`t you think?"
"Don`t even know the woman."
Quinn
We were almost to our destination. Last night we had stopped at a motel for a break and by this afternoon I`d be seeing Ella again. In all honesty none of us had a plan on how to take Lucifer down, but Castiel said if we could break whatever was keeping him out, he`d be able to fly in and zap Ella out before Satan would even notice. Hopefully whatever was keeping him out, would be a ward or a symbol of sorts, because if it was Lucifer himself: then we`d have a problem.
Regardless I was pretty pumped, who wouldn`t find it exciting to face off against the devil?
As I said that, Crowley suddenly appeared in the back seat of the impala beside me and said: "Hello boys." making me jump as Dean lost control of the car for a minute. As he finally regained control, Dean glanced at Crowley from his seat and muttered: "Dammit Crowley, what the hell do you want?"
"Pleasure to see you too Squirrel." he replied sharply then glanced at me "I don`t think we`ve met love, name`s Crowley. King of Hell."
"Ex king of hell." Sam snorted.
"Shut up Moose." Crowley scowled "It`s rude to interrupt a man while he`s speaking. Anyways, I`m guessing that means you know of a certain Lucifer that`s somehow out of his cage?"
"Maybe." I answered for them "Why do you care?"
"As moose clearly explained; Lucifer isn`t a big fan of mine, love. So if I`d like to keep my kingdom, and life for that matter, I need him out of the picture."
"Why would we help you Crowley?" Sam said.
"Yeah? You`re a dick." Dean added.
"Speaking of which, I like that where it is too, so I rather not get torn to pieces." he replied smugly "But as we all know, getting torn to pieces is a dream compared to what Lucifer would actually do to me once he`s bored. So now then boys, let`s not be rash. Help a demon out, it`s not the first time we`ve worked together, besides you need him out of the picture just as much as I do."
No one spoke for a moment, so Crowley rolled his eyes and continued: "Bet your already on your way to deal with him too, so might as well be a little bloody grateful that I`ve made the hard-hearted decision to spare you insufferable twits some information." then he turned to me and added "No worries love, that doesn`t include you."
"Look Crowley." I folded my arms and narrowed my eyes "Just tell us what you know and get the hell out."
"Mind you, love, that`s rude." he pretended to look offended, then sighed "Lucifer wanted me to dig up some information on this little trinket of his. After wasting a dozen bloody hours, I had figured out how he`d gotten out, and also what the amulet does."
"We already know that Crowley." Sam replied.
"Again with the interruptions moose?" the British king of hell rolled his eyes "What Lucifer doesn`t know is the amulet will restore all of him."
"We know that too-"
"Let me bloody finish."
Sam pursed his lips but gave Crowley a pathetic look.
"As I was saying." the demon straightened his coat "Before Lucifer fell, he was a good angel, with morals, a sense of justice and compassion. Imagine my distaste. The point is though, the amulet will restore all that too. If it`s work is done, Lucifer will think differently, things that didn`t matter to him will begin to alter his decisions. Now that might be lovely for us all, but it might also not work to our benefit, but more importantly: my benefits."
"So what your saying is.." Dean began "If Satan stays near that amulet he`ll change back to before he went dark side."
"Sort of." Crowley shrugged "He won`t just magically change into a goody two shoes angel, he`ll still be him. But, his morals and thinking might change."
"Like when you guys are killing monsters." I mutter suddenly "If it isn`t as bad as other monsters, and it doesn`t kill people, you give it a chance. You do that because of a sense of justice and fair chance, and that controls the way you think, the decisions you make. Lucifer really doesn`t have one, but if he`s restored, he`ll have those thoughts and feelings again."
"Pffft." now it was Dean rolling his eyes "When have we ever let a monster live?"
Sam glanced at him, sighed and said: "Benny, Kate, Amy...?"
"Oh."
"Well, lovely chat as always boys." Crowley began to say "But I-"
"Wait." Sam snapped "Just because there`s a chance Satan might go light side, doesn`t mean we give it to him. We can`t be sure, we need to stick with our plan."
"Oh and what would that be?" Crowley raised an eyebrow but no one replied "Really? No answer. After all I`ve done for your pretty little asses?"
"Just don`t tell Lucifer anything important." I muttered after a bit "We`ll take care of it as long as you do your part?"
"Wouldn`t be the first time selling out the big boss, love." Crowley muttered "But it`s all in the name of good business and personal benefit, so I`ll see you boys."
On that note Crowley disappeared.
Ella
I was lounging around on the couch and actually listening to the music while Lucifer went to get me breakfast. At first it would feel awkward knowing he was out doing that but by now it was an ordinary part of the day. Next time I think I`ll just have him get groceries so we can stock up the unused kitchen and he won`t have to go out every time I`m hungry.
Suddenly the music was interrupted with a loud booming noise, and instantly I glanced around to see the front door being kicked open. In a matter of seconds, Dean, Quinn and Sam were walking into the room: armed to the teeth.
"Holy shiz.." I muttered at the sight in front of me.
"Ella!" Quinn ran over to me and we hugged, it was nice to see her again but in all honesty I was more surprised than pleased.
"Where`s Lucifer?" Dean asked.
"Getting breakfast." I replied blankly.
"Crowley wasn`t kidding..." he muttered and I just raised an eyebrow "Guess we won`t be needing Cas anymore, let`s get out of here."
"We can`t, the door and windows have some spell on them." I explained "I can`t get out."
"Hmm." Sam glanced around the door frame, suddenly kicking up the carpet in front of the door, to reveal a series of strange symbols drawn under it.
"Give me your knife Dean." he said, and was easily handed the knife. In a matter of seconds, Sam had scratched a line through the symbol and I, at the moment, felt completely stupid for not finding that sooner.
"Okay we can go now." Sam smiled.
"Erm, now?" I asked hesitantly.
"Preferably." Sam replied "Why are you so hesitant? Is everything okay?"
I couldn`t answer.
"Ella..." Quinn offered me her hand and gave me an encouraging look "You`re going to be alright now, so please, let`s go before he comes back."
She was right, I should get out of here, we all should: and soon. But then why am I so hesitant? Why does my heart feel heavy, and my throat clogged. This feeling... it felt like guilt. But why would I feel guilty? He`s the one who kidnapped me and held me against my own will. He`s the freaking devil, what the hell is wrong with me? Why am I thinking like this? I knew what the right thing to do was, and so with a heavy heart I forced myself to go numb to the guilty sensation.
"Okay, let`s go."
