Shits about to get real in this chapter o-o I wish you all good luck.

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Ella

I was dreaming about Abbadon, she seemed more angry then usual as she tormented me. But before any real damage could happen the dream suddenly faded and I found myself waking up to Lucifer peering down at me.

"Morning?" I asked.

"Afternoon." he replied before taking a seat at my bed side "Came to check up on you, how`re those dreams of yours?"

"Well..." I recalled "I was having a nightmare about Abbadon but then it just faded."

"Thought so." his eyes flared for a second "Abbadon`s dead."

"Oh...?" for some reason I felt guilty hearing that.

"I promise she suffered." he continued, his voice darkening "You should`ve seen it, she-"

"Hold up." I interrupted him, placing a finger against his lips "I really don`t want to know."

"You`re no fun sometimes." he grumbled, standing up "Well I`ve got more important satanic things to do, so... see you?"

"Wait." I grabbed onto the sleeve of his shirt, and he gave me a look "You know how you said... in three days you`re powers would be fully restored. Well it`s been three days... so, does that mean you`re going to... you know? Apocalypse?"

"Oh right..." he seemed to have just realize that the Apocalypse was on his to-do-list "That thing.."

"Well?" I continued to pry.

"Eh, I`ll get around to it." he shrugged.

"Well do me a favour?" I asked.

"Hmm?" he replied.

"Don`t rush." I answered "Why not wait a few more years before starting the apocalypse."

"I`ll consider it." he chuckled, but I knew it was unlikely.

"So now can I go?" he attempted to turn away.

"One more thing." I didn`t let go of his sleeve.

"Now what-" before he could finish, I sat on my knees and ran a hand through his hair, pulling his face closer to my own, before planting a small kiss on his cold lips.

"Someone`s getting eager." he smirked, but before he could deepen the kiss I pulled away.

"Alright now you can go." I got off the bed, grinning at his disappointed expression.

"You. Really. Are. No. Fun." he muttered before finally zapping away.

Later that afternoon I was having lunch while toying with the necklace Lucifer had given me. Yup, I was finally wearing it again. The day was going pretty okay until Crowley suddenly appeared in front of me, making me jump.

"Gosh Crowley!" I yelled a little "You scared the hell out of me!"

"Usually works the other way around love." he shrugged "Anyways, I`ve come to cash in my favour."

"Oh... now?" I had almost forgotten I owed him a favour.

Suddenly Quinn, Sam and Dean walked into the room, looking a little surprised to see Crowley.

"Ah good, you`re all here." he noted "Show time."

"We`re doing this now?" Quinn gave him a look.

"Now or never, love." the demon replied.

"Look Ella..." Quinn walked up to me, and I was genuinely confused "I`m so sorry but... it`s time for the him to go."

"What are you talking about..." I blinked at her.

"Lucifer god dammit." she grumbled "I`m talking about Lucifer. He`s called the devil for a reason and we can`t just let him walk freely in this world. You and I`ve both seen the show, we all know what he is, and we all know what we need to do. So please Ella... help us take him down."

I couldn`t respond, my heart felt torn and a guilty sensation was drowning me. Faintly I remembered the nightmare I had on that night I escaped him. Me and Quinn were sharing that motel room while I dreamed of two conflicted voices arguing in my head. It was decision time, which voice do I follow?

"No." I stood up, glaring at her "I`m not going to be part of that Quinn, and neither are you. Don`t you guys see he`s changing, don`t you see I can save him? Give him a chance, please, he was an archangel once, there`s good in him."

"Yeah since archangels are all goody, goody." Dean grumbled "Look Ella we`re sorry, but you`re helping us one way or another. We don`t have a choice."

"You have a choice!" I argued "You always have a choice... please, he`s different, he`s becoming better, he cares, heck he even saved me from Abbadon. If that doesn`t prove he cares, then I don`t know what does."

"Oh you should`ve seen that." Crowley chuckled "He had me torture Abbadon mercilessly, and when there was barely anything left of her, he tore out her soul and burned it one molecule at a time. She was screaming so much, it was the best bloody night of my life. Ahem... but anyways. May I?"

"Go ahead..." Sam sighed.

"What`s he talking about..?" I was panicking now "What`s going on here...?"

"As I said love." Crowley grinned "I'm cashing in my favour." suddenly my arms began to glow a dark red, and I could see fiery symbols printed onto them; the contract "You`re going to summon Lucifer to the bunkers dungeon; where moose has kindly painted devil-weakening sigils, and then you`ll take this here archangels blade." Crowley gestured at a blade that Dean was pulling out of his bag "And you`ll put it in the devil."

I wanted to scream no, but my voice wasn`t my own anymore. Heck, I couldn`t even move my limbs, my whole body felt frozen and rigid. I wasn`t in control anymore. Unwillingly I found myself reaching for the blade, which Dean handed to me, I wanted so badly to drop it and run, but I couldn`t control myself. I couldn`t stop.

Quinn

I felt so guilty, I felt bad, I felt evil, I felt terrible...

But it didn`t matter, nothing did anymore, the only thing on my mind was the mission, and that was to save the world. Save the world by killing the devil, save the world by destroying my friendship. She`d never forgive me, but she needed to do this, it was the right thing to do... wasn`t it?

I glanced at Dean who gave me a brief encouraging nod. I wondered if he felt conflicted too?

Ella was currently standing in the bunkers dungeon, we had sigils hidden everywhere; underneath carpets, behind the chair, around the bookshelves. Still, she`d need to be quick or Lucifer might catch on. This was our best chance at getting him, this was our only chance. So why did it feel so wrong?

Lucifer C:

I was strolling through hell when I felt a small buzzing in the back of my head. Ella was summoning again, what did she want now? Humans...

Ever so easily I zapped to her location, which oddly seemed to be a dark room. We were still in the bunker though. Surprisingly there was something off about this room, it felt strange and there was an odd draining sensation. But that didn`t matter. The only thing important was the little human brat, and what she wanted this time.

"Lucifer..." she said slowly, her eyes seemed pained. Something was definitely wrong, plus she was wearing a rather long jacket, which was odd considering it was kind of warm in here.

"What`s wrong?" I raised an eyebrow, but before she could reply, her hands dug into her pocket. Suddenly she pulled something out, I couldn`t tell what it was, but soon that became irrelevant as I felt something tear into me, followed by agonizing pain.

Ella

I couldn`t stop myself, I didn`t have control over my limbs. And before I knew it; I was taking his life. As I pressed the blade into his lower stomach, I saw a series of emotions cross his face. But finally it stopped at sadness. No pain, no confusion, no anger... just sadness.

Finally I regained control of myself, and quickly I pulled the blade out, tossing it aside angrily as I tried to hold him up.

"I`m sorry!" I screamed, as his eyes began to glow a bright black "Please! I`m sorry!"

The black light became incredibly intense, and before I knew it he was lying on the floor, the shadows of broken wings on his side. For a moment I just stared down at him, this couldn`t be happening. This couldn`t be happening. Please no..

"No!" I cried out, sinking to my knees, grabbing onto his shirt and trying to shake him awake "Please Lucifer... please, please, please!... Don`t die..."

He didn`t respond, his body was motionless in my arms. I just stared down at him wordlessly for a moment before the tears began to pour out. Crying and screaming, I buried my head into his chest, praying it was just a bad dream. Praying I`d wake up any moment now to find him lounging on my bed. Praying, he`d be alright, that everything would be alright again. Praying to no resolve.

"Ella.." Quinn was behind me, and soothingly she placed her arms on my shoulders, trying to pull me away from him.

"Don`t touch me!" I snapped at her, shoving her away. How could she do this to me..? How could she make me betray him like this...?

Quinn

My heart fell as she pushed me aside. Perhaps I had gone too far, but it was necessary, and maybe someday she`d understand that.

Quietly I went back to Dean and Sam who were waiting outside with their weapons at ready.

"Well?" Dean asked.

"It`s done, he`s dead." I sighed.

"And Ella?" Sam noticed my tone.

"She needs a moment." I muttered "Just leave her alone with him for a bit, we can burn the body later?"

"Alright." the boys nodded and Crowley suddenly zapped to our side.

"Pleasure doing business with you as always." he smirked "Now all my competitions gone. Say hello to the reinstated king of hell."

"Next time I see you..." I glared at him angrily, I needed someone to blame "I`m going to kill you myself. Now get out."

"And here I was expecting a thank you." he scowled "Well, until next time darling."

He zapped out.

Ella

I don`t know how much time has passed, honestly it`s all a blur. Perhaps it's only been minutes, perhaps hours, I wouldn`t know. During it all I`ve been crying my heart out, but now I felt numb, there were no more tears to shed and my senses had shut down. I wanted to die. I couldn`t live like this, knowing he`d trusted me, knowing I`d led him into a trap, knowing I`d killed him.

My hands were around my diamond necklace; the only piece I had of him. Well I guess I also had the chain, which I was also wearing. The chain, I suppose, meant more. It was that little thing that freed him, that brought us close, that led to this...

The heavenly weapon that could restore. That could restore a prisoner to freedom. That could restore the fallen to angel. That could restore the evil to good. That could perhaps... restore the dead to alive?

Considering I had nothing to lose, I tore my chain off my neck and wrapped his cold hands around it. Pressing it into his chest and waiting for some reaction. Nothing happened. I waited a little longer, desperately hoping, but still nothing happened. The tears were back now.

Slowly I began to realize another thing. The sigils. Leaving the chain in his hands, I took the archangels blade and began to scratch out the sigils. It took a while to find them all, but once they were gone I felt a little more at ease. Returning my attention to Lucifer, I pressed the chain against his chest again.

"Please Lucifer..." I muttered "Remember when you asked me what I wanted? Well I wasn`t sure back then. But I know now. I`m pretty sure I`ve always known but could never admit it. I know what I want. I want you."

"That was one hell of a confession..."

Immediately my head shot up to see him breathing unevenly, his chest moving slightly, while his eyes half-opened. He looked weak, exhausted, pained. Heck, he looked dead. But he wasn`t. He was alive. He was freaking alive.

"The amulet..." I glanced at the chain "It worked?"

"I honestly..." his voice cracked a little as he groaned "Agh.. can we discuss this... later?"

I couldn`t respond, the relief inside me was too much, the tears were once again falling. But I wasn`t sad, far from it actually, I was happy. So happy.

"I`m so sorry." I buried my head into his chest again, breathing in his scent "I owed Crowley a favour, he wanted me too... I couldn`t stop... I tried, but-"

"Shh..." he cut me off "I... know."

"Are you going to be okay?" I asked, realizing how pained he actually looked.

"In time.." he sighed "As we both know, that amulet like too.. augh... take its sweet time."

"You can`t heal here though." a bit of panic washed over me as I thought of Quinn or the Winchesters returning to find him alive.

Suddenly he placed his hand over my own, and we were zapped into Nicks house. Whatever energy he had left, he must've used to teleport us, because once we were there his eyes closed and his head fell back. The only sign he was still alive was the unsteady heaving of his chest. It was a bit of a struggle, but I managed to drag his body into the bedroom, pushing it onto the bed before sinking into my own exhaustion.

For a moment I wondered if he`d be alright. I wondered if he`d even wake up? Should I take him to a hospital? Should I see if his stab wounds bleeding? Should I try to cover it up if it is? Should I just stay with him and let the amulet do its thing? Or should I be trying to treat him?

I was unsure about everything, so I decided to follow my instinct and hope it ended well. Carefully, I sat on the bed beside him, placing one hand over the amulet and pressing it against his chest, hoping it`d do his part and heal him.

Faintly I thought about Quinn and the Winchesters, bet they`d be pretty shocked when they find us gone. But for all I care they can go die of that shock. How could they do this to me? How could Quinn do this to me? I had chosen my side, and deep down I knew it was the right choice. Maybe they`ll think I`ve fallen to evil, but I know I haven`t. Despite all my fears, I can see it clearly: I`m on the good side.