*** I am back! Hello everyone if anyones still reading this fanfiction. I'm currently working on turning the first half of this fic into its own book. But recently I've been yearning to write this fic so I decided to do a few new chapters. I hope whoever is still following enjoys. Get ready for a few more chapters and when I change them into their own thing I hope you pick up the book too. Much love!

-Eros Flintlock ***

Abel let out an annoyed grunt as he hit the bottom floor of the dusty basement. The stench of old blood still clung to the air like a bad dream, he glanced towards Chamuel whose face was contorted. He silently wondered if the other was still thinking of the Jersey devil attack, it felt so long ago he nearly forgot but he knew the blonde still recalled it in his dreams.

"So we just take the soul and…what? Take the top off the bottle?" Abel asked as they rounded the corner into the old, dusty room. The body that had once been splayed out was no longer present. Police tape covered the table and large hole that the pair had fallen into all that time ago. The sound of rushing water didn't hit him this time around which sent a surge of discomfort into his system.

"I'm…honestly not sure," Chamuel murmured as his hands raced over the yellow tape that surrounded the broken floor.

"How do we even get down?" Abel asked with a tilt of his head.

"Must be stairs or something, remember, these things were hidden away but not impossible to get too." Chamuel mused.

The two started their hunt for a way down, Abel raced his fingers over the old bookcases before making way to the bed that was still laid against the wall. He wondered if this had been some sort of old panic room. Abel could hear Chamuel mutter under his breath to himself as if he were talking to someone. He noticed the angel doing this more often, especially recently. The hunter put a hand on the mattress before sitting down and laying back into the old bed. He stared at the ceiling for a few casual heartbeats until his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

"Wait," He whispered to himself, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his cell phone. Turning on the flashlight he illuminated the area around him. A sigil had been scrawled above his head, though it was very old and starting to lose its color with age it still stuck out among the yellow paint. He rolled to a sitting position causing the bed to groan and rock, Chamuel moved his gaze to the other. Inspecting the hunter.

"The bed," They both said at once. Abel leapt to his feet, grabbing the mattress the pair worked together to shove it off its frame. Underneath this was a set of long, winding stairs that reached deep into the darkness of the home below.

"I'm a genius," Abel said with a grin causing Chamuel to scoff.

"We said it at the same time," he said

"Yeah but I had the thought first," Abel replied as he flashed his light against the concrete stairs.

"Rock paper scissors on who has to go down first?" Abel asked, glancing at his boyfriend who playfully shoved him aside and started his descent.

"You're just angry that I always win," Abel called after the other, following behind him as they went. Chamuel's hands flickered before glowing, the white turned a shade of gold for a few rapid heartbeats which caught the hunters eye but he remained silent.

"I wish we knew about these the first time," Abel said, attempting to fill the silence that settled over them.

"Yeah, we kind of went the expressway," Chamuel said with a note of laughter in his tone but there was something else there that Abel couldn't recognize. Since the eclipse Chamuel had been acting off, it was starting to bother him more and more.

"Yeah, the 'express' way," Abel jokes "I'll take the stairs every time instead of falling to my almost death." His boots hit the floor which scattered the dust into the air around them. The altar stood in shadows as the two made their way cautiously towards it. Chamuel pulled out the small bottle with the glowing blue soul inside it. He swirled the liquid a few times which caused it to sparkle.

Their footsteps echoed in the cave as they climbed their way up the steps, reaching the small slab in the dead center where a body still lay.

"The cops must not have seen this," Chamuel whispered to himself as a handful of flies buzzed around the rotting corpse. The angel's light flooded over the dead, using his grace he lifted the body carefully from its resting place and set it down beside the altar. Being careful not to rock it too much. It let out a few sickening squelching noises as he did this but neither of the hunters gave it much care.

"Or they didn't have a way down," Abel pointed out, Chamuel nodded at this. Racing his fingers a few times through his hair in an anxious manner.

"Okay," Chamuel said a little louder than he intended, his words jumped through the cave and echoed back to them. He placed the vile on the table carefully, glancing back to the stony structure.

"Let's…do this?" He continued and took in a breath, he grabbed the top of the vile and pulled the cork off. It let out a pop that echoed before falling silent. The liquid inside didn't make a move. The two hunters stared at it expectantly but nothing happened.

"Maybe turn it upside down?" Abel offered, grabbing the vile he turned it and shook a few times but the soul inside didn't budge. The two shared a quick look.

"Nothing," Chamuel whispered, then something flashed over his face. His pupils shrank before returning to their normal size, the man placed both hands over the altar and let out a breath.

"What are you doing?" Abel asked but Chamuel didn't reply. His energy had changed, Abel couldn't explain how he knew that but it was something deep within him that just knew.

This wasn't Chamuel.

"Chammy?"

The other didn't reply, the white glow in his hands rolled themselves into the stone. Flowing downward till the light hit the earth and vanished. He let out a snort of frustration.

"Not working. It should work." The voice of the other had changed but not by much, it had grown deeper, more annoyed.

"Chamuel?" Abel said again, causing the angel to glance his way. The look on the other's face was something Abel hadn't seen before. It was angry, wild almost. Abel placed a hand on the man's arm which made the anger suddenly go soft.

"Abel," The words came out so small the king was surprised he heard it.

"War." Abel whispered back, "You…you're not Chamuel are you?" Abel asked. War blinked a few times before turning attention back to the stone. The angel's arms glowed again as he attempted to feed his grace into the altar below, causing the stone to shutter under the strength of it. Nothing.

Abel let his hand fall from the others arm as he watched War try again. Then again. Getting more frustrated as he went. Something occurred to Abel in that second, War wasn't just something Chamuel had to deal with when he was angry. War. Was his own being. Own soul. Did he also have feelings for Abel?

"Hang on," Abel said, a sudden idea flashed into the depths of his mind. He was the King. This was his Lionheart. Even if Abel didn't exactly have a soul anymore he had to try to help the other. Abel got closer so their bodies were smashed against one another. He placed his hands over Wars. War gave Abel a perplexed look but didn't stop him.

"Together," Abel whispered, "War, let's work together," He gave the man a smile in an attempt to sooth him. He could see that the angel was rapidly getting angry and he wanted to remedy this the best he could.

"But you're not an angel," War murmured in confusion.

"No, but I'm a King. I'm your King,"

"You're Chamuel's King," War pointed out. Was there a bit of pain in his voice?

"I'm also yours. You're part of Chamuel, right?"

This seemed to satisfy the other as he let out a breath, his arms turned white which sent a shiver down Abel's body. He could feel shots of pain but refused to move himself. The Adinkra around his neck sparked in color as the grace covered the rock. The white turned to gold, shimmering bright before it moved to the floor and rocketed to the stony wall behind them. Abel's arms started to glow as well but it didn't hurt. Instead it felt warm to the touch that made his chest burn like a raging fire. The entire altar erupted into light that chased the shadows of the cave away. The angelic writing flickered before glowing bright. Cascades of brilliant gold fell among them. Sparks of brilliance fell around the air like fireflies and buzzed all over their heads. War smiled as he glanced around at the lightning show.

"Ever seen anything so pretty?" Abel whispered, eyes moved to the stone behind them back to the table.

"No," War murmured, glancing down at the King with a vivid smile that sent another rush of warmth into the hunter's chest.

The vile that held the soul started to glow, wrapped in the warm gold it shook a few times before the soft blue lifted from its depths and floated into the air. The pair watched as it swirled in front of them, glowing brighter before vanishing all together. The altar let out a soft sigh falling into darkness. The golden fireflies blinked out leaving the pair in the rich blackness of the night.

Sam stared at Jegudiel, King of what? His heart hammered in his chest as he watched Mishka squirm against the angel. What could he possibly do here? If he shot electricity at the man, sure, it'd hurt Jeg but he could also hurt his friend. He felt trapped.

"Just let me take her," Jeguidel said with a wild, unnatural grin, "And I'll leave you alone." He nodded towards Stolas who was collecting himself from off the floor. Spitting blood as he did so, his head held a large weld on the front as his owl form rapidly wore off.

"You can't have her," Bailey spat.

"We'd rather fight than let you take her," Sam agreed but something in the back of his mind screamed for him to think of something else. They were very outmatched. If Baal was here it'd be a little easier but he wasn't even sure what Jegudiel was capable of. The water he held over Jeguidel's head looked scolding hot, it bubbled and shook. If he threw that at anyone it could easily give them third degree burns.

"Very well," Jeguidel said with a shrug, lifting his hand higher and the water shuttered. Sam prepared to cover Bailey, to take whatever scalding water he had too. He needed to protect the King. His hands started to glow bright orange as sigils raced through his mind, what could he possibly throw down to protect them? A shield? Ice? Would ice even help? Jeguidel let out a laugh as he hoisted his palm back, the large ball of water shook. Sam's body tensed.

"Stop"

The voice caused Jeguidel to freeze in his tracks. Sam also froze. Mishka stopped fighting, her shoulders dropped. She was looking at the ground, tears raced down her cheeks.

"Take me, wherever you want to go. Take me. Leave my friends alone."

"Mishka," Bailey started but the Lionheart shook her head. Glancing up at them. Sam could see raw determination in the others face, "Find Cain," Mishka growled "You find him and when I save everyone he better propose to me or I'm going to tear him in half,"

Sam stared at her in stunned silence as Jeguidel let out a howl of laughter, a dark portal opened up behind him. Before anyone could do anything he let the water drop. Sam turned quickly and covered Bailey. He was soaked within seconds but it wasn't hot, it was like being tossed in the ocean. The salty water covered the area around them. It raced over the floor, soaking everyone close by. It stung his eyes and got into his mouth causing him to gag. When he turned to look back towards Mishka and Jeguidel they had vanished.

"Are you okay?" Sam whispered as he turned attention back to Bailey. The woman shivered from the cold water, nodding a few times.

"They got her," She whispered, he could see tears racing down her cheeks, "I couldn't protect her, what kind of king am I?" Sam shushed her quickly. He glanced towards the creatures that lent a hand to him, they all looked to be equally soaked but unharmed mostly. The blood on the floor had been washed away as well as the sludgy Wormwood.

Things started to go by in a blur as Sam and Bailey got to work checking on everyone who helped them. A few bloody cuts, some broken bones but it wasn't anything to write home about. The sound of police sirens filled the air as the pair opened the doors to the outside and stared numbly at the bodies that laid in a pile. The corpses were bloated with thick, sticky sludge that pooled out in clumps around them.

"They were like zombies," Bailey murmured, glancing up at Sam who nodded with his jaw stuck open. They had thrown themselves so hard against the plastic sliding doors that their bodies exploded everywhere. The gore was almost too much for his eyes, he felt sick.

"Bail," He said towards the King, she had her hands over her face with eyes wide as she inspected bodies before them. "Yeah, Sammy?" She said between her fingers.

"We should leave, before the police start asking us too many questions,"

"Di-did we save these people? Not…these people but– y'know" She asked

Sam looked at the carnage before turning attention back to the woman before him, his throat dry, "I…think so, at least, the people who were in the store."

"Yeah," She agreed

The pair quickly stepped over the wormwood possessed bodies. Sam watched the dark substance start to move and melt into the floor below. He wondered how intelligent it was, could it possibly be learning? After all, It sent an army of possessed humans after them.

"Are you leaving?" Sam and Bailey both turned to the voice, the small group that helped them stared at the pair with wide, confused eyes.

"Stay away from the bodies," Sam said though this came out angrier than he meant it too. The small group nodded, taking a few steps back as they looked over the dead.

"When the police get here give a statement but we can't stay," He continued, "Get an anti-possession tattoo as soon as you can. We - I think it's learning and I don't want any of you to get…hurt like these people." The creatures all shared looks before the werebear stepped forward.

"Thank you, Born Again," She said with vigor in her voice. Sam felt a sudden rush of euphoria. Born Again. It felt so right to be part of this situation despite the terror that churned into the depths of his stomach. As the pair raced away from the parking lot Bailey opened up her phone to call for an uber. the two bound towards a few scattered shops, out of breath.

"Maybe we should have listened to Baal," Sam said with a groan, he felt Bailey's hand on his own which sent a ripple of warmth into his chest. Their fingers interlocked as their run turned into a walk. Her eyes down on the app of her phone.

"What are we going to tell everyone?" She asked, glancing up at Sam who shook his head.

"I'm not sure." He admitted, "We lost Mishka."

He gasped, violently. The air filling his lungs sent shots of pain through his body that rocked him to the core. Mammon gagged a few times, rolling to his side and spitting blood to the floor. His vision blurry as his body took on life at a rapid and jarring pace.

"Mammon," Onoskelis whispered, placing a hand on his back. He pushed her away, groaning as his head hit the floor. The cold tile felt nice against his skin as memories trickled back to him. He felt the hot pain of the wolf's teeth on his neck, feeling the skin ripping and tearing.

He looked up at his sister with wide, fearful eyes until reality dropped over him like a blanket.

"O-Onie," He groaned, she rolled her hand up and down his back again giving him comfort the best she could. Lucifer snorted as he paced around them.

"Dead again," He scoffed, stopping in front of his son and daughter. Mammon glared at him from where he laid on the floor in the man's office. He shakily got to a sitting position with the help of Onoskelis.

"I'm done with this," Mammon hissed, causing Lucifer to blink at him in mild surprise.

"With what? Being a failure?" The devil asked, Onoskelis opened her mouth to speak but Mammon cut her off.

"With you!" He spat, "I'm done trying to kill Born Again, if they want to save this world they can fucking have it." He shouted this despite how much his throat hurt. He was done. He couldn't keep the thought out of his head. He hadn't even wanted to attack Donnie or his family. In fact, he found himself yearning for something that scared him.

"I brought you back to life," Lucifer said simply, "I brought you back countless times and you're…'done'?" He made air quotes at this, putting his hands in his pockets.

"I wouldn't have needed you to bring me back if you didn't send me on impossible missions," Mammon spat. "You wanted us to kill a King? While he's with his entire family of world famous hunters? Are you fucking stupid?"

Mammon pulled himself to his feet, stumbling only for Onie to help him.

"I'm sick of your shit," Mammon yelled out "Maybe I'll go and fucking help Born Again!"

Something flashed in Lucifer's gaze. Something that Mammon couldn't place but didn't care too as he stood before the man he hated more than anything. Lucifer clicked his tongue a few times "Do you think you'll go and…what? Grovel to them? Beg them to accept you? You're my son and I don't even love you."

Mammon flinched, electricity sparked under his palms. He looked to the floor then back to Lucifer, "I don't need you to love me. I love me." He growled

"Oh you do? So you think because you love yourself they'll love you? You tried to kill so many of them. For what? Money?" Lucifer started to walk again. Going in a circle around the pair as if he were a shark getting closer to his prey.

"If I explained you were behind it they might be more interested in listening," Mammon snarled out, keeping his eyes on the man. Onoskelis remained silent as the pair starred one another down.

"Or are you wanting Ancitif…to love you?" Lucifer asked in a condescending tone.

Electricity shot through Mammon, anger burned deep in his core, "His name's Robin."

"Right. The man who will never love you. He loves Danjal if I recall."

"Shut the fuck up!" Mammon shouted, sending a blast of electricity towards the man. Lucifer moved faster, he stepped out of the way before barreling into Mammon sending him stumbling backwards. Lucifer grabbed the others cheeks and yanked him forward. Mammon gasped in pain and shock as his face came within inches of Lucifer.

"Your obsession with that rat has been a thorn in my side since your childhood. Ancitif this, Ancitif that! I assumed if I let you kill that filth it would be done with but you went easy on him. You not only took just one tooth but when you had him on the ropes you let him go." Lucifer shoves Mammon with full force into Onie, sending the siblings falling backwards onto the floor. Lucifer loomed over them, a few extra eyes popped from Lucifer's skin as he glared down at the pair.

"What do you think? He'll just welcome you into his life with open arms? That he'd love someone as broken and grotesque as you?"

Mammon stumbled upwards, away from Onie. He couldn't drag her into the hate that fell off Lucifer in waves. Ice started to creep over Lucifer's face, falling off his hands in chunks as rage burned into his system.

"The Kings are forgiving," Mammon said quietly as fear started to run rampant through his veins.

"Not for someone like you" Lucifer spat

"Enough!" Mammon shouted, electricity exploded from him. Hitting both Lucifer and Onoskelis, sending the pair flying backwards. It tore apart the office, blowing out the window behind him and sending the office desk flying. Mammon bolted towards the door. Lucifer let out a roar of rage but Mammon didn't pay attention as he charged from the office and down the long hallway of the building. He didn't stop running until he hit the outside world, tears ran down his cheeks as the cold bathed over his face. He collapsed to the floor, sucking in air as though he'd ran a few miles.

"I'm never going back to him," He promised to himself, getting up and looking back towards the building. Noticing a window had been blown out and wondering if he'd done that. He had been blinded by fear and rage, praying he hadn't hurt his sister. The demon turned and started down the street. He wasn't sure what he was going to do if Born Again didn't listen to him but he had to try. Robin popped up in his mind, the man was always forgiving even when the pair had been kids.

He was suddenly aware that he didn't hate Robin anymore. It was like a weight lifted from him he couldn't describe. Did he ever hate the King or was his hate aimed towards something else? Something he couldn't fully understand? He knew where Born Again stayed, Norma's home. He remembered where it was and how to get there. The city flashed by him in a blur as he continued to walk, his hand went to his neck where the wolf sunk its teeth into him.

Mammon could still feel the teeth marks, they hadn't healed yet. He wondered if they ever would. Like the large mark on his neck when Lucifer slit his throat as a teenager. The mark never went away and it was a constant reminder that Robin was the enemy.

This stopped Mammon. In the middle of the sidewalk with people walking around him. His mind was troubled. Who was the enemy?

"Are you alright, son?"

The voice caught him off guard, he glanced at a man who stood a few paces in front of him. His golden eyes shimmered in the New York lights.

"I- " Mammon started coughing a few times when pain flashed through his throat. The man placed a hand gingerly on Mammon's shoulder and guided him to the side. Mammon took a seat on a bench, accepting a bottle of water the dark skinned person held out to him.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine, old man." Mammon groaned, yanking the top of the bottle off and downing the water in a few quick gulps. He hadn't realized how thirsty he felt.

"What's your name, son?" The man asked, Mammon handed the empty bottle back to the other.

"Does it matter?" He asked, about to leave but the other placed a hand on his shoulder. Mammon flinched at the open palm only to relax.

"I'm Fran," The man said with a smile, "It's easier for me to help if I know your name."

"I don't need help," Mammon growled

"Maybe not," Fran mused, sitting back against the bench. A few lights illuminated the area they sat in, a park behind them a few college students walked about. Getting ready to go to parties or the bars.

"How did you get that scar on your neck?" Fran asked, giving Mammon a smile. Mammon wanted to tell this man to butt out, get a life but something in him wanted so desperately to be heard.

"It was a punishment," He murmured, picking at the skin on his fingers as he spoke, "I deserved it."

There was silence for a few heartbeats before Fran spoke again, "Did you? What did you do to deserve such a painful looking punishment?"

Mammon hesitated but couldn't keep it in, he felt tears in his eyes as he spoke. "I uh…was a teenager," He stared, trying to word this in a way the other would understand. "My dad is…a rich guy, I uh, fell in love with a maid who worked in our house," Mammon rolled his hands a few times over the scruff on his cheeks to sooth the growing anxiety that gnawed at him.

"She…well, he now, was so…amazing," He started to chew the inside of his cheek, he wasn't sure why this was so hard for him. "My dad told me to stay away from him, he was nothing. I was everything. I was gonna be great or…somethin'."

"And he was just a maid?" Fran offered, Mammon nodded at this.

"Yeah. Well. That didn't do jack shit cause we started seeing each other behind his back. About a year in he got pregnant. It was my own damn fault, I should have-" Mammon growled at this, slamming his hand a few times into his head causing Fran to grab it and gently place it back on Mammon's lap. Mammon looked away as hot shame rolled into him. Silently punishing himself for letting a stranger see him so venerable.

"Anyways. Dad made him get rid of it. I got punished. I…hated Robin for it…I hated him! He…was…"

"Did you two stop your relationship?" Fran asked curiously. Mammon shook his head, "Don't matter. We ain't close now. I…tried to kill him…" Tears raced down his cheeks causing electricity to spark angrily under his finger tips. He tore at the skin on his face to stop the tears, "I ripped out his fucking tooth," Mammon wailed. He buried his face into his hands, sucking in air as sobs wracked his body and caused his shoulders to shake. Fran rubbed his back in comfort a few times.

"He'll probably never talk to me again. He's got that fucking Lionheart Danjal and that man is so much better than me in every way," Mammon said between sobs, Fran nodded slowly at this.

"Have you tried to talk to Robin?" Fran whispered, Mammon glanced up at Fran with tears still streaming down his cheeks, "I-I'm going to try," He hiccuped, "I just…I don't think he'll want anything to do with me after what happened. What I did."

"Mammon," Fran started, taking a handkerchief out of his front pocket and using it to rub the tears off the demon's face. "I think people don't always understand why they are angry and sometimes they make…horrible mistakes but that doesn't make them an evil person."

Mammon's instinct was to shove Fran's hand away, tell Fran he's not a baby but part of him yearned for the touch. Something about this Fran was so unbelievably comforting he couldn't help but stay where he was.

"Even though I tried to kill him?" Mammon whispered

"Was it you who tried to kill him, Mammon? Or was it your father?" Fran asked

Mammon opened his jaw and shut it, his mind raced back to his father who ordered him to attack Robin. Multiple times. He'd refuse up until the teeth pulling incident. The man threatened to send others out to do the job but Mammon knew if he did it then he could get away with hurting Robin less. When he chased Robin through Norma's house, trying to kill Danjal he didn't want to hurt Robin he just wanted to destroy Danjal. Amped up on Lucifer's words, jealous, angry with himself. He felt a weight on his chest lift.

"You have the chance to make this right. To undo your wrongs. To save the people on this planet. It's never too late to be a better soul," Fran said, tucking something into Mammon's hands before standing. "I see good in you, I know Robin does too. Give yourself a chance to be forgiven. Give yourself a chance to be loved."

With that Fran nodded at him and walked away. Vanishing into a group of people heading towards a bar, Mammon blinked a few times at the strange interaction before glancing down into his hand. In his open palm, was a very old, very gray photograph from a photo-booth. It was of him and Robin's vessels when they first entered Earth, before Robin's transition. He blinked in shock at the old picture that he assumed had been lost to time.

"I…never told him my name," Mammon murmured to himself, pocketing the old photo. He remained on that bench for a few hours, staring blankly at the falling moon before getting up and making his way to the closest motel he could find.