Hey guys! This is from Lucifers perspective. Please don't forget to review me saying whether you'd like the story to go,
A) Luce and Daniel run into Cam.
B) Arriane and Annabelle go to the Throne for help with Luce.
C) Roland and Callie go to tell Shelby and Miles about Luce's current situation and you get to see where they've been all this time.
So yeah, those are your 3 options. I can't post the next chapter if I don't know where to go with it so the one with the most suggestions gets to be my next chapter. Enjoy!
The stars in the sky remind me of the day I fell. How we all looked just like the millions of explosions of light. I bet we looked a much better sight though. I sigh. How long has it been now? 16? 17 years? Has it really been that long since my Lucinda chose to give up her immortality to be with the blonde haired angel?
"Oh Lucinda..." I mumble, sitting on my throne and looking out to the 'Hell' we were supposed to rule together. But that was before Grigori got in the way. My fists curl and I slam them down on the arm rests beside me.
I don't understand what she sees in him! Maybe it's because he's a good artist. Maybe it's simply because he's good and I'm bad. I bet that's all I'll ever be to everyone - bad. It's not as if I take joy in being a cold hearted dick all the time but someone's got to do it and I don't see anyone offering. I hate having to be someone I'm not. I can't help being protective over the one I love, even if that means killing people for it. Maybe that's my weakness. Maybe she's my weakness - a weakness I can't have. What I wouldn't give to be able to hold her in my arms and bring myself closer and closer to that angelic face of hers, until we're so close that -
"Lucifer!" A banging sound interrupts my train of thought and it takes me a moment to remember where I am. Oh yeah, in my throne room. "Lucifer!" This time, the voice sounds slightly more panicked.
"Come in!" My voice booms. The door slowly creaks open and a tall figure with bright green hair enters. The boy stands there, with his head half poking through the door, as if waiting for me. Oh, I almost forgot - he needs my permission. I forgot how much of a tight ship I ran. "Come forward, Onyx."
Onyx is my most trusted messenger so I assume he has new for me, whether it be good or bad. "Lucifer," he gives a slight bow and I smile at how high up they see me as, "I was out scouting the premises you asked me to and I came across a cabin and I might have heard something that will interest you." He smirks and it can already tell I want to hear it.
"And what might that be?" I ask, enjoying the feeling when I know something I'm not supposed to.
"I'd say a certain little angel with long black hair is remembering." My eyes bug and Onyx backs out, knowing that he has said enough.
Once again, I'm alone in my throne room. It wasn't supposed to be that way - I still had her throne in a secret room incase she ever did decide she get tired of Blondie. I doubt it though. She looks at him the way I look at her and so does he. Maybe a little more than I do but after thousands of years, it kind of becomes less and less of an obsession and more of a just I-want-you-but-I-can't-have-you-so-please-change-your-mind-about-us-and-all-is-forgotten-unless-you-stay-with-him-and-then-I'll-be-forever-alone-as-usual.
But the fact that my darling Lucinda is remembering brings me to a halt. The Throne said that they couldn't remember and that they couldn't be angels again. However, I was unwilling to let my Luce die so I spoke to my Maker after they and everyone else was gone. I close my eyes and remember our exact conversation.
"Please. You know I don't ask for anything so you must know how important this is to me." I pleaded to the Throne.
"No! They chose that. And anyway, if Lucinda remembers, Daniel remembers. They're connected." Her voice showed a slight annoyance.
"But I can't let her die!" I folded my arms and leaned back on my old seat in the arch.
God looked at me and gave a slight smile. "It's been a while since you sat there."
I frowned, remembering the days when I was so naive and Lucinda was mine. "Oh shut up." I said with a small smile playing on my own lips.
"Ever considered stopping this war and joining us again?"
"No." I huffed. "Who's to say that if I come back, everyone else will? No. I can't." I sighed.
"But I can see that you're unhappy. I know you're not a bad person. You don't have to pretend to be someone you're not." She soothed.
"You don't know anything and you're changing the subject!" I was beginning to wonder if coming hear was a good idea after all - it had been over 8,000 years since I'd been here and it hadn't changed a bit.
"Fine. I can help but it begs the question, why did you give them this sentence if you never really wanted them to have it?"
"Correction, I wanted Daniel to be human so Luce would go for me but like you said - they're connected. Just please do something!" I was now stood off my chair and walking on the clouds. I guess humans did have the general idea of what heaven was like.
"Like I said before - I can help. Let's see..." She tapped her finger against her lips. "Because you have asked, she has remember something that means something to her and you that only you two have shared. But what?"
I thought hard about this. What meant something to us both that only we shared? Um...
"I've got it!" I said, snapping my fingers. "Our song!"
"Your what?" The Thrown gave a puzzled look.
"You know? Our song?
Of all the pairs the Throne endured
None rose to burn as bright
Lucifer the Morning Star
And Lucinda his Evening Light
Our song!" I made a gesture to show my impatience.
"Oh of course, you song. How could I forget?" She chuckled to herself.
"Maybe because I stopped singing it over 9,000 years ago, when Grigori stepped in." I huffed again, remembering the day when on this very chair, Lucinda had told me that I was growing obsessive and controlling and that she didn't want to be with me any more.
"Very well, Lucifer. From this day forth, shall Lucinda - and only Lucinda - remember the song of Lucifer, may hers and Daniels punishment be lifted. Let them be angels again and remember everything that I'd taken away. Let it be known that no one may help her remember or they will share the same fate." She turned to me. "Happy?"
I nudged her like she's my big sister. "Thanks."
Oh how it only seems like yesterday that I returned home. Well, maybe it's because it was. I stand up and make my way to my window that shows the announcer to the the mortal realm. Don't worry Lucinda, I think, there's still hope yet.