For the purpose of this chapter I am going to issue a trigger warning. Suicide is discussed and there is a single insult for a character in a depressed mindset to kill themselves thrown which is retracted.

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Death was funny. Especially for someone bonded. It was technically his first full death and he felt… well, not much. A niggling sensation in the back of his mind, maybe. Which probably said wonders for him considering… well, he was dead. The last time he'd died, it had been for an hour and he had never fully left the Earth. Yet…

Oh, right. Amara. Amara had killed him. Funny.

If Amara had killed him… well, he hoped that Castiel and Lucifer had been luckier. Maybe their final assault had been enough… possibly. Actually- oh, of course.

He was dead, but he was sentient. The bond. Almost absently he tugged at the connection between him and Lucifer, and sure enough. It was there. Which meant Lucifer was alive… and he was dead.

Dead.

The bond.

He didn't have to stay dead, he could crawl out of The Empty over that bond. Of course, if he did that and Lucifer was in the middle of the battle… it would kill him.

One week. He would wait a week. If Lucifer didn't die in that span of time then he would try crawling back to life.

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Gabriel's eyes opened slowly, every inch of his body burning and numb after a solid week of crawling across that damned bond. Two weeks since he'd died. In theory. The light above him was a blinding white and try as he could he couldn't piece together where he was. In fact… he couldn't really feel anything.

No… that wasn't right. Blinking several times, he realized something horrible. Breathing sharply through his nose- because he had to do it, he tried to draw on his power… only there was none.

"Gabriel." A female voice broke through his panicked daze as he tried- and failed- to move. Shit shit. The more he moved the more aware he became of his condition. "You've got to-"

"Where am I?" He demanded, voice cracking roughly. Human.

"Earth." She responded, finally stepping into his line of sight and- shit. Lucifer. It was Lucifer. Lucifer was standing over him and- taking a sharp breath he froze as he realized something terrible- or was it perfect? Because… it was impossible, yet clear as day.

Lucifer was tired. There were dark circles under his eyes, his hair was a matted mess, and it looked like he hadn't slept in days. Something that Gabriel had no doubt was completely possible.

"I'm not going to-"

"Lucifer." Sam's voice. That was Sam. Where was- oh yeah.

Raphael had died during the fight against Amara. Dean, Raphael, only Chuck knew how many of the angels were left. None of that explained his human status. Nothing explained why Lucifer- clearly human was leaning over him.

Why were they human?

"We're human." Lucifer huffed out, gaze wandering from Gabriel to glare at someone, probably Sam. "From what we can tell… if an angel leaves Heaven, they become human."

"There's more." Sam muttered, much closer now. "Hell's closed." Something brushed his wrist, a hand. Then the bindings that had been holding him down were coming loose and he took a deep breath, relishing in the loss of pressure on his torso. "No one's seen a monster since… Amara."

"How many died?" Gabriel asked, rolling his shoulders but not daring to try to get up yet.

After all, it wasn't his first time as a human.

"Most of them."

"I'm guessing Amara's gone. What happened?"

"When we attacked her, when you died- when Castiel died." There was a sound like a wounded animal from somewhere to his left and Gabriel grimaced when he realized it came from Sam. "I managed to subdue her for a moment. Long enough for Him to bind her. They both went."

"Chuck went in with her?" Gabriel stared at Lucifer for a moment in complete and utter shock. That had been his solution? The final move? Go in with her? Leave them to deal with… no that wasn't right. There had been a moment where he'd suspected. A single moment where he'd entertained the idea that Chuck would go with her, something he really couldn't remember clearly.

"Yeah, he ditched us and left us human."

"How did I come back?" He blurted, forcing his aching muscles to move so that he could sit up. The room he was in was… a hospital room. Blinking several times, he finally took time to take in the sights around him and no, wait… that wasn't right. It wasn't a hospital room. It was just like one. The walls were painted white and there was a bunch of machinery around it, old hospital machines and… right. During his wandering of the Bunker he'd stumbled across this place. It was on one of the lower levels. The memories were fuzzy though and he grimaced as he realized his new human brain was clogging his perception of his history.

"Probably Dad playing favorites." Lucifer huffed out, turning his back on him and walking over to the door.

"Stay out of his room." Sam warned the devil irritably as he stepped out.

"Fuck off." Then there were two and Gabriel swallowed heavily, leaning back against his pillow and staring at the ceiling.

"How's he taking humanity?"

"He isn't." Sam responded and Gabriel finally looked over at him, taking in the sight of the exhausted hunter who was wearing an ugly ass orange jacket that no doubt concealed the Mark on his arm. "I've caught him trying to kill himself four times."

"Are you serious?" Gabriel stared at the hunter who shrugged uncaringly. Christ. Lucifer was a lot of things but… suicidal? That definitely wasn't anything he would ever put on the list. Never.

"I don't think he actually wants to die. I think he's just angry."

"If he wanted to actually die… he'd be dead."

"Exactly." Sam responded, again, uncaring. "I need your help, Gabriel."

"The Cage."

"I can't open it on my own and…" Swallowing heavily, Sam averted his gaze. "You're the only one that will help."

"What makes you so sure?"

Laughing sharply Sam picked at the sleeve of his jacket almost absently, "Dean wouldn't have died without some sort of contingency. He knew he was going to die to her and he went, which means he would've normally demanded that… Cas," Uncomfortable shifting, pacing, "protected me at all costs. Except he was pissed at Cas and the two of you had that… whatever it was."

"Platonic lusting?" Gabriel asked, except there was a heavy weight on his chest that he tried not to think too much about. Dean was dead. Chuck had let Dean walk into his death, and Dean had done it without a second thought.

"Yeah, that." Sam huffed. "Point is, I know he asked you to help me, and you're not stupid enough to leave me walking around. If Dean asked you to make sure I don't skip out on the Cage, you're going to do it. Even if he hadn't, you don't want a grief-stricken Winchester on the Earth. Especially when you're human."

"So that's the plan then? Go to the Cage on your own?" Gabriel asked slowly, carefully. There was a strange sensation in his gut that took a small portion of time for him to piece together. It had been a long time since he was last human and the sensations were all warped together. How was Lucifer handling it?

"No." Sam responded, taking a deep breath. "Lucifer is going with me."

"And he's agreed to this?"

"Yes." Sam's gaze lifted to meet his. "In the Cage he won't be exactly human. Not like he is now. When I was in there- body and soul, I didn't need to eat or drink or anything. It kept me alive, because you can't die in the Cage. So he figures…"

"In the Cage he won't have to suffer being completely human." Gabriel finished, nodding slowly. It made a lot of sense, and Gabriel could almost see himself going there for that exact reason. An escape from the terrible reality that he was human. Trapped as a human. It had to have been Chuck. A final curse from God. Nothing on Earth but humans. That had to be what it was and he'd been drug right down with it.

"Yeah. Only he can't open the Cage. So it's got to be you."

"Basically, you're asking me to shove you back in the Cage. With Lucifer."

"Yes."

It took a moment for him to accept that knowledge, truly accept it, and when he did… it was the least he could do. A post-grief Sam Winchester was dangerous, truly dangerous, and with the Mark burned into his skin it was only a matter of when he would fall apart.

Besides, he'd already promised himself that he would make sure it happened. The only reason he was hesitating was the revelation that Lucifer would go with him.

In reality, it was probably a bad idea to drop Sam with the Mark in the Cage with Lucifer, especially a human Lucifer. No matter the horrible things that Lucifer had done, he was still Gabriel's brother and he really didn't like the idea of leaving him at the mercy of an angry Sam.

"Okay…" He drawled, slowly getting to his feet and flinching at the motions. Being human sucked… a lot. "I'm going to go to the bathroom, then we'll pop open the Cage. Sound good?"

"You've been human before." Sam acknowledged, analyzing him closely.

"I like to be prepared." Gabriel responded with a casual shrug as he made his way out of the room and into the corridors that made up the Bunker. It didn't wake too much time or effort before he found his way to the lowest level's bathrooms. Unlike the upstairs bathrooms there were only two stalls and one was occupied.

Which was what led to him standing outside the second stall rather than taking care of himself like he needed to. "Luce."

"Go, Gabriel." Lucifer responded sharply and Gabriel rolled his eyes as a scent niggled at his senses, a familiar smell. Where had he even gotten that?

"You're willingly going into the Cage. With Sam. We need to talk about this. Stop getting high and open the damned door."

"I-" Sighing loudly, the door clicked and he stepped back as it flung open to reveal Lucifer who was half hiding a joint behind her back. "I'm not sharing."

"Pot was never my thing." Gabriel responded with a roll of his eyes. "Where'd you get that?'
"In one of the locked rooms. Waiting for you to use me like a climbing rope was boring since Sam wouldn't let me leave the Bunker."

"Jeez, I wonder why." Gabriel rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't have let you leave either."

"What do you take me for?" Lucifer demanded, shoving the end of the joint against the door then shoving it in his pocket, "I'm a homicidal narcissist, not stupid. There's no monsters, no demons, and no angels on Earth."

"Exactly." Gabriel responded knowingly as his brother shoved past him, "On Earth. The only way you can possibly know about the angels is if you've talked to angels in Heaven."

"What do you expect me to do!" Lucifer spun around, shoving his fingers through his long matted hair and shoving it to the back of his head, "I'm human- but worse, a human woman. Do you have any comprehension of the level of dignity I've lost in the two weeks since you died!" Lucifer trembled slightly, wrapping his arms around himself and staring at Gabriel with something that- on anyone else- Gabriel would call loss.

On Lucifer, though?

On Lucifer, Gabriel would call it fear. Pure, raw, fear. Filtered over in a hundred different ways that Gabriel knew Lucifer never could truly do. Not in a human body.

"Forgive me if I want away from the hunter that singlehandedly ruined everything! Forgive me if I want away from the brother that betrayed me! A fucking hour, Gabriel! I wanted an hour alone, instead I was trapped here. All I have been able to think about is what's coming for me. What I'm about to do so I don't have to suffer the damned indignities of being a woman! I wanted a single hour to myself, and I couldn't even have that. I'm about to go into the Cage with the man that hates me more than anyone else in existence so I don't have to suffer the terrible truth."

"Which truth is that?" Gabriel asked slowly, carefully, analyzing his brother's every motion, every breath, the flicking of his eyes and the fidgeting of everything else.

Lucifer smiled sharply, eyes narrowing, "The fucked up truth of women. God loved me most, you were right. God loved me so much that when He built His favorite? When He built them, He built them based off of me. I was so angry that I never once considered it, and now I'm having to experience it and- it reminds me of then. Why did you have to make it a woman, Gabriel!"

"Because," Gabriel responded, slowly, carefully, taking in each and every motion of Lucifer's posture, the movements. "I wanted to see you as a female again before I died."

"You're lying." Lucifer accused him bitterly, "You did this to screw with me and now I'm trapped!"

"Gods, help us." Gabriel scowled, shoving at his chest and glaring at him. "This isn't my fucking fault, Luci! I didn't plan for you to be trapped as a human, I didn't plan for me to be stuck as one! But you know what? I'm accepting it, I'm not off trying to fucking kill myself like a damned coward!"

"Don't you-"

"If you're going to do it, you know how to do it so why don't you?"

Lucifer stared at him, long and hard, expression giving away every ounce of emotion he felt.

"Fine." He breathed out, licking his lips and taking a step back.

"What?"

"Fine." Lucifer repeated, expression distant and hollow. "Fine."

"Lucifer-"

Without acknowledging him, Lucifer turned and made his way from the bathroom, steps jagged and tense and Gabriel stared, trying to figure out if she was agreeing to… what? Kill herself?

Would Lucifer actually do it? When he'd talked to Sam earlier, they had both come to the conclusion that it hadn't happened because she hadn't been planning on doing it. But what if…

A sour taste filled his mouth as he stepped into the stall, trying to decide whether she could… no, wait. Gabriel breathed heavily, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. He never would have. Not before, not when there were other options, contingency plans and ways to get out of it.

"I saw him die."

"I'm sentimental."

Gabriel's breath caught in his throat and he fumbled a bit before rushing from the bathroom, head whipping to the left and right as he debated… where would- Sam's room. Then he was running, cutting across and through the Bunker's shortcuts as fast as he could, up the stairs and as he turned a corner he faceplanted right into the back of Lucifer's skull earning an angry shout from said ex-archangel and a startled one from himself as the both collapsed to the floor in a heap.

"Get off of me!"

"Give me the damned gun." Try as she might, Lucifer's flailing did nothing but give him the necessary leverage to snatch the metal from her hand. "I didn't mean it! Fucking hell-"

"Get off!" She screeched, struggling as he pressed her into the floor with ease, her head turned to the side as she glared at him from the corner of her hazel eyes, "Now!"

"Not until you talk to me." Gabriel responded, removing the clip from what he knew for a fact was Dean's .45 before throwing it down the hallway. "Christ, Luci. I never thought I'd see the day."

"What do you want me to say?" She responded, finally giving up on struggling and letting his weight crush her. Not that he was putting near enough on any part of her to actually do any damage. They both knew it.

"How about why in the ever-living hell you'd think I'd actually want you to kill yourself? I've done a lot of things- said a lot, and I'm sorry. I am so damned sorry because no matter what you've been… what you've done, that was out of line."

"It was over the line." She responded bitterly, tiredly, "I can't do this, Gabe. I can't."

"If you go with him, if you join him in the Cage, do you have any idea what he'll do to you?"

"Everything I did," She responded tiredly, "And more. Anything is better than this, though."

"You would rather suffer at the hands of Sam Winchester for the rest of eternity… or kill yourself, than suffer through… fifty, sixty years as a human."

"Yes." She responded without a secondary thought.

"What the hell did Amara do to you?"

"Stripped her essence away from me." When she erupted into a choking fit of laughter Gabriel finally released her, falling back on his knees and staring as Lucifer struggled into a sitting position, tugging her knees to her chest and pressing her forehead against them to hide her face. "I should have guessed. It was arrogant to assume I would come out of that battle unscathed, because I didn't and Father help me, it was a mistake to think that I was right. Amara ripped everything that her Mark twisted and corrupted in me out. So, I guess Dad was right. The Mark never changed me, but it sure as hell made it all the difference in the world."

"You still hate them, even without the corruption of the Mark." Gabriel acknowledged slowly, considering it carefully. It made sense, it solidified that inkling suspicion that had him seeing Lucifer as his sister again. The thing that was wrong.

It wasn't the humanity, it wasn't the situation with her grace, it was the loss of the corruption. A Lucifer without the embodiment of evil clinging to her very essence was a Lucifer from a long time ago, but not too far away. The Lucifer that, during the dawn of Creation, had been the brightest and purest and most loved angel. The big sister of him an Raphael, Michael's baby sister.

Amara had effectively given him his sister back, and in the crossfire she had effectively ruined her. There was no fixing Lucifer, nothing could be said or done to fix it because the damage was done. Just like Chuck couldn't wall off the crazy in Michael, Amara hadn't been able to just delete the evil in Lucifer.

Because nothing worked like that. The world didn't work like that. So, instead, they had back Gabriel's sister, with all of the bitter resentment that had been built up over the years. The difference was the emotional variances, this Lucifer could feel. He could love and hate and grieve.

And they'd just lost Raphael, Lucifer had watched him die. Then she'd lost herself. The thing that made her more, the only thing that connected Lucifer to the life they lost, and it was gone. Then to top it all off? Sam and him both assuming the worst, when in reality… it was a ruse. Lucifer wanted a final farewell to the planet before all was said and done, before she ultimately subjected herself to the final punishment for every crime she had ever committed following her Fall.

All of it was a convoluted mess, contradictory because Lucifer was an overly complicated being with personality traits that liked to contradict themselves when it was necessary. Yet, in it all, Gabriel could be certain of one thing.

Lucifer needed to see the Earth, needed to have something cementing before she made that final choice. "Swear to me you won't kill yourself."

She snorted, visibly taking a deep breath before she lifted tear rimmed eyes to meet his. "Swear you'll help put us in the Cage."

"I promise that I'll help with the cage." Gabriel responded.

"Then I promise I won't kill myself." She sighed back to him before putting her face back in her knees. "Tell Sam that he wins."

"Wins what?"

"I told him there was no way you'd agree to let me go back in the Cage with him. Guess I had a lot more faith in you than I should've."

"You killed me." Gabriel reminded her as he got to his feet, "And I never said I was letting you do anything."

Before he could catch her response, he rose to his feet, continuing the trip towards Sam's room and stopping outside the closed door. Knock, knock, knock.

There were several long moments of silence before a door clicked open, not in front of him but from close behind him. "Gabriel."

Right. Castiel was dead. The silent grieving process he'd used for his kids sat hand in hand with the idea of Sam staying in Castiel's room. "I'm not letting her go into the Cage without her seeing the outside world."

When Gabriel turned around Sam was no longer wearing the jacket, flannel shirt on with the sleeves rolled up a bit. The way his arms were turned Gabriel couldn't see the Mark and he wasn't sure he wanted to. There was a long moment where Sam stared at him, quiet, before he finally shrugged slightly, "Fine."

"Just like that?"

"Final road trip before we spend an eternity in Hell doesn't seem like a terrible idea." Sam's words were hollow, expression distant, as he rubbed absently at the Mark that was distinctly visible on his arm now.

"We?"

"Lucifer can't drive, I imagine you can't either, and even if you can I don't really trust either of you not to stab me in the back so yeah. I'm going with you." Sam sounded impatient and irritable and if Gabriel was honest he wasn't sure he trusted Sam in this scenario. A Sam with the Mark remained a serious threat to anyone.

Yet, there wasn't much he could do. Not if he wanted to confirm that Lucifer had no reservations about the idea of remaining human.

"Okay."

"Okay." Sam repeated back, stepping back into the room, "Three hours and we'll go."

Then the door closed and Gabriel was alone in the hallway. Three hours, then a road trip. A road trip, then Sam Winchester and potentially Lucifer went into the Cage.

Maybe he would go with them.

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It had been three weeks since the road trip began and they were wanted in three states for four murders. If he was honest, he wasn't sure how it happened. It had been a strange assortment of waking up in the morning and being rushed into the car by Sam with the audible muttering variations of, "He was a bad person," and they had left town in a rush.

They were wanted in three states. Gabriel stared at the Mark each time with dread coiling deep in his gut. Sam had insisted they continued the trip and Gabriel was caught between a rock and a hard place because he couldn't open the Cage himself. Not that it mattered now.

Now it was time.

Sam was pulling materials from the back of the truck that they'd gotten in the last town, materials and items for the ritual. Gabriel didn't have the first clue what it did but it was supposed to help so he let the hunter deal with it while him and Lucifer stood by a nearby true. It was an empty field somewhere in the middle of Maine and the chill of spring was biting at him through his jacket.

"You still want to go?" Gabriel finally asked his sister who rubbed her shoe into the dirt absently.

"I can't stay like this." Lucifer responded honestly and he nodded, not having expected any other answer, "Besides, I owe something to him. Call me old, but I have to repay it."

"I can't believe I'm saying it but I think I prefer the selfish dick you became."

"You just don't want to be left alone." She accused, leaning into his side and sighing. "I don't want to be trapped, Gabriel. Not like this."

"If you could get your grace back you'd stay, though."

"Maybe." Lucifer responded, a bit distant, and Gabriel glanced from the corner of his eye to see her watching Sam set the ritual circle up. "You think it'll still work? With the magic barring on Earth."

"I guess it depends whether it was done by Chuck or Amara." Gabriel sighed out, acknowledging a topic they'd addressed a couple times over the last few weeks. The idea that it was possibly Amara that sucked the magic from Earth. However, if that was the case, Gabriel was pretty sure that he wouldn't have been able to come back. His resurrection was an exception to the no-magic rule.

So hopefully, the Cage was as well.

"You could come with us."

"Tempting." Gabriel responded, and a couple weeks ago, it had been. The idea of spending the rest of eternity in the Cage with his sister had been an interesting prospect, until it changed and he realized that… no, it wasn't a fun idea. Not with the inevitable outcome for what would happen there. "But, no. I'm going to stay here. Maybe find a way into Asgard."

"You're lying."

"Coming from the father of them." Gabriel retorted.

"You're going to try to be a human."

"Am I really that transparent?"

"Absolutely." Lucifer responded, moving forward. "But whatever. You want to waste your life being boring, you do that. I'm going to judge you for it every second of the rest of my tortured existence."

Smiling grimly, Gabriel stared at his sister's back. "I'll judge you for every second of the rest of my existence for throwing yourself into the fire."

"Seems like a fair exchange." Lucifer responded.

"It's ready!" Sam called from the outside of the ritual circle and Gabriel saw his sister visibly tense.

"Ready, Luce?"

"Not at all." She sighed heavily, beginning the short walk to where Sam was standing. Hesitating for only a moment, he pushed off the tree and trailed after her.

"Take this." Sam tossed him a dagger which he only barely caught, not that it stopped the sharp end from catching on his skin and cutting.

"Was that necessary?"

"Yes." Sam responded seriously, and Gabriel ignored the glare he received because Sam was actively blaming both him and Lucifer for both Cas and Dean's death at this point. It bothered him, set him on edge, because if Sam had been unsettling on demon blood it was nothing compared to him with the Mark.

The bodies, that Gabriel knew about, were proof. The doubt that the ones he knew about were the only ones cemented it. Sam Winchester was dangerous, a true threat.

I can't do that to her.

"Do you remember Enochian?"

"I've never spoken it in a vessel but I can manage if you give me the words." Gabriel responded, moving a bit closer to his sister.

"Six words. I say three of them, we add our blood to the bowl and it'll open. Me and her jump in, and you say your three and it closes."

"Simple enough." Gabriel responded, watching Sam closely.

"uls oi emna." Sam told him and Gabriel nodded once.

"uls oi emna." The words felt weird and foreign on his human tongue but they still came across with foreign familiarity. Like words spoken several lifetimes ago.

"Speak softer on the a." Sam told him reprimandingly and he made an annoyed sound, not bothering to respond. Enochian was his native tongue and Sam was not going to try to tell him how to speak it.

"odo oi emna." Sam spoke up firmly and the air around them began to crackle, humming and buzzing as Sam cut into the meaty part of his palm, blood dripping into the bowl in the center of the circle. After a single moment of hesitation Gabriel cut into his own palm, flinching away from the sharp pain before holding his own hand over the bowl. The second his blood began to trickle into the bowl the ground started to vibrate under his feet, air crackling more and more.

"Goodbye, Gabriel." Lucifer told him, turning suddenly and shoving him back, hard. As he stumbled back the ground ripped open beneath them.

It was a hauntingly familiar sight, watching Lucifer and Sam fall into the Cage together. It wasn't his first time witnessing this fall. Gabriel had seen Sam drag his brothers into the Cage what felt like hundreds of years ago.

None of it made what he was watching better. The two of them didn't have a chance to react and Gabriel felt his eyes burning as he watched the only remaining of his siblings, his true siblings, disappear into a dark pit.

The Cage.

"Goodbye, Gabriel." In only three -no five- weeks Lucifer had changed so much… Improved for the better, and it burned in his chest like a live flame because she could have done it.

Lucifer could've stayed, she was strong enough and she was improving.

Amara had done her good and now… now she was going to be at the mercy of Sam.

"Raph would've been proud." Gabriel breathed around the lump in his throat, as he struggled to rise to his feet. "Lucifer… you had a chance and you just…" Grinding his teeth together, swiping at his eyes, he moved forward… every step felt like he was walking on nails. "You gave up too soon. No one deserves this." It hurt. Every second that the door remained open his breathing became more erratic, eyes burning with unshed tears, heart pounding painfully in his chest and thrumming in his ears. "I-"

Without thinking he threw himself forward, piercing the black veil of the final prison because he couldn't do that. Not to his sister.

Or maybe he did it for himself, because he was a coward and he couldn't bear the thought of being alone. Not again. Not after everything that had happened to them.

Take care of them, Raziel.

"Never alone again." Gabriel breathed out, tumbling through the endless void, air whipping through his hair and across his body. "uls oi emna."

The Cage closed.

.-~*~-.

no little archangels, not on the Earth, two Fell to Hell, two died of hurt.

a hundred little angels, the last in the sky, trapped in their home, nowhere else to fly.

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Quick Enochian translations…probably imperfect since I'm using sinleb for the words but sh… For reference I decided that when writing Enochian not to use capitals.

odo oi emna – open this here

uls oi emna – end this here

Now that that little ramble about the Enochian is done… it's done.

This offhand project is done, and let me start by saying that it was only supposed to be 20k words. That was the plan. A fun little 20k word side project that I could write while working on my main stories and to rewrite the season 11 finale at the same time. Then it was supposed to end in chapter 11… then I decided to rewrite it at chapter 10… and now we're here.

It's kinda sorta insane if I'm honest because I didn't expect to love writing this as much as I did and I very rarely write something without knowing how it will end… but man, I personally was thrilled with this ending. I loved it so much. I figure I'll get some complaints about Mark!Sam and Female!Lucifer at the end but I have always preferred the concept of an unhinged by grief Sam going dark. It's playing on DemonBlood!Sam but a bit darker. As for Luci being how she is… I admit she fell away from me, but I don't regret a moment of it. I think it was fun to explore a preFall!Lucifer struggling with being the same Lucifer we know and coping with the concept that she had Fall. I'm not sure how clear it was that that was what was happening, but that was what I was trying to get across.

I've been babbling for a bit now and I'm sure I've missed some stuff… I tend to do that. But please don't hate me for the ending, it was a weird one and kinda complicated to write but I enjoyed it. I hope you did too. Thank you for reading, everyone.