Amenadiel heard Lucifer's scream, and a couple minutes later saw Lucifer fly up, going in the direction of his penthouse.
The angel followed close behind, looking at Lucifer as he spoke to Chloe, arms flimsy by his side, as he fell to his knees, and finally falling to the floor. Amenadiel seemed glued to where he was.
Amenadiel then freaked out, flying as fast as his wings could take him, asking for Raphael on his way. He didn't know what happened to Lucifer until Lucifer was on the balcony and he talked to Chloe. Landing on the ground outside, he picked Luci up, and lightly set him on the couch, looking at his wounds. He was able to feel a tiny pulse as his brother's heart bumped slower and slower.. And slower. Raphael came, not knowing the situation until he saw it.
Dammit Dad, why weren't you there? Sorry to be rude, but couldn't you have helped him? Raphael thought, immediately bringing his hand to the wounds, healing them though it would take long, while Chloe grabbed a rag and turned on the faucet of the sink, making it wet, then setting it on the Devil's forehead.
Both of the angel's hands were now covered in blood.
Ding! The elevator opened and Trixie walked in, unable to see Lucifer from her angle.
"Mommy?" Trixie walked where she could see everyone, now filled with emotions.
"Mommy, what happened to Lucifer? Why is he like that? He's alive… right? Right?" She asked, eyes filling with water. Noticing all of the blood on his face and shirt.
"He fought with a bad man, he's still alive, but barely. The bad man's gone though." Chloe's voice began to break, looking downward. She didn't want to lie to her child, but felt that her offspring needed to hear it.
Beatrice went to her Mom, hugging her, trying to comfort her, though she was sad as well.
Both sitting close to Lucifer, everyone but Raphael was in tears.
Raphael needed to focus, able to see what happened, able to see the whole fight, in order to help himself in helping Lucifer.
God Lucifer, why did you do that? Why didn't you just ask for help? Raphael thought. His brother may have been the Devil but he was changing from how he used to be. Raphael now respected him, realizing just the torture he went through. It wasn't fair to him at all.
Raphael put himself into Luci's shoes, the thought of demons made him cringe but living with them? Even the thought of almost dying by their hand crossed the line, big time.
A bright light came, and God came out of it, not looking at Chloe but the others. Trixie looked at God in awe, not knowing how to react.
"How is Samael? Is he alright?" God asked, concern spread all over his face.
"He is hardly alive, and keeping him alive is even harder." Raphael still had his hand held to Lucifer.
"He was beaten up by a demon, but Lucifer killed him. Giving him a quick death, which is something that that wretched demon certainly didn't deserve." Raphael said with disgust.
"To be honest Father, you should've been there or here to watch over him and make sure he was safe." Amenadiel mumbled, looking down, mostly at his hands, everything going over in his head without stopping.
If I had just seen the demon and him, I could've saved him and gave the demon a slow death, one he deserved. Amenadiel blamed himself.
"You're right, I should've been there for Lucifer since the beginning of time, but I'm here for him now, and will stay here until I can make sure he is fully safe." God replied, sitting down on a stool, making Lucifer's will-be favorite drink, waiting for him to wake up.
Raphael healed all of him, to where Lucifer could breath all on his own.
None of them were able to wait patiently, every second feeling like hours as they sat.
The Devil's eyes fluttered open, mumbling something, before opening his eyes all the way.
"How….How did…How am I…." Seeming at a loss for words.
Should I have killed Zermoni? He hadn't wanted to kill Zermoni, because that demon was his favorite. A tear rolled down his face at the remembrance of what was really happening. He killed his favorite demon, and almost died. Every decent memory of him, if any, gone.
He was now deep in thought, blocking out what the others were saying, as he zoned out on his hands.
Perhaps I could've talked Zermoni out of it, or went to my demons, or asked my siblings. I could've asked Father. Dad wouldn't have killed the demon, one of his creations. Lucifer stood up, ignoring everyone else while he went to grab a whiskey but instead took the drink his Father gave him, downing all of it, and then looking for another bottle. Lucifer refused to talk to his Father, because as his lovely mother said; he wanted him as dead as a door knob. Knowing that had made Lucifer a bit depressed, until he hid that memory as well, it still hurt to access just a little bit. He found a short one with a cork at the top, not having a care in the world if it was his least favorite, and gulped that one as well.
"I thank all of you for coming to save me, but I really didn't need it. But uh that is a conversation for another time, and honestly I would greatly a-appreciate if I were to be left alone, even if it was only a few days." Lucifer just wanted time to himself. Time away from all of humanity and reality, them being there was a reminder that he killed another being. Doesn't matter if it was one of demons, he still killed it.
Hearing the flesh tear as he killed Zermoni, the look in Zermoni's eyes, his body turning cold, dust, and gone.
It was replaying all over in his mind so much that he didn't have a care in the world who was there, especially his Father.
They all gathered into the elevator, leaving. His Dad hesitating, though it was what his son wanted, so he left, deciding he was going to protect Lucifer from a distance. while Lucifer grabbed three random bottles and brought them to his room, laying down with a phone in hand.
Lucifer hurt everywhere but was able to ignore that with all the liquor and games.
He found a word game on his phone, a guessing game really. Drinking another bottle before playing it. It felt like hours, but it was actually days, and he hadn't showered with only changing his clothes once in the meantime.
The Devil didn't feel hungry and didn't eat since before round two with Zermoni, and had one bottle left, he barricaded himself, leaving him deprived of sleep. Finding a variety of games to play in the meantime to distract him, which luckily worked.
He felt a sting of drunkenness as he drank another one, but then nothing.
"Damned you celestial crap!" He yelled. He was bored. Lucifer played multiple games, and drank as much as he could.
I could use a party. He said to himself, leaving the elevator and assigning a party, inviting people from each and every app he had from Instagram to Tiktok.
He got some things ready, and waited. After an hour, there were many people there, and he played a game of 'who could drink the most shots as fast as they can', which he won. His inhuman part of him took part in his winning, taking many shots before sitting on the bench by the piano. Settling his hands on the keys, but unable to think of a song, frustrated, he ran his hands through his hair, chugging a cup of tequila, and smoking a cigarette5655 before walking over to the strippers as they danced their happy little hearts out. Able to tell that each and everyone of them dancing was truly happy in their job. Though, one of them sat in the corner, looking down.
"Darling," He said as he approached her, causing her to look him in the eyes. "Why are you sad, you have such an amazing job?" He asked.
"I..I have done this for many years, but I don't feel the same rush as before." She had long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, with blue eyes, and mascara lying in her long eyelashes.
"Well, I can fix that, all you have to do is answer one question. Now tell me" Lucifer looked at her nametag, looking back at her. "Julianna, what is it you truly desire? What do you want more than anything in the world?"
"I want to be a magician." Julianna said.
"I can show you a couple of tricks in exchange for something later, a deal really."
So there they went, to his penthouse, making her dreams come true among other things. Chloe and him were on a pause at the moment so he was free to do what he wanted with whomever he wanted to do it with.
Julianna was a distraction for him, as he found her the perfect place to do tricks, a famous place where magicians and other people go. Finding the perfect place also involved him to call in a side of his deal out of the boss.
Ding!
"Lucifer." Came Linda's stern voice. "We need to talk."
Lucifer held up his index finger to Julianna, telling her to wait a moment.
"What is there to talk about? I destroyed a demon. I'm fine, honestly. I'm doing great actually, now may I continue with my activities?" Lucifer glanced at her, taking another drink.
"We haven't had a session in a while, and with everything going on, you need one. Our last session didn't go… great, and that was my fault because I overwhelmed you too much." Linda said.
Lucifer's shirt was off and she saw a giant scar from the blade imprinted on him, like when he cut off his wings.
"Are you sure that destroying a demon was all you did?" She asked. She didn't get details on what had happened which was frustratingly annoying.
Ding! Chloe walked in, waiting to speak. Linda nor Lucifer noticed her appearance.
"Well, he may have stabbed me first and so out of instinct I hit him to stab him, but yes that is about all that happened….But there was this one human who had seen what happened. He seemed terrified, scrambling to get his phone. Probably because I was stabbed and the fact that Zermoni looked like a big scary demon guy and might need a therapist like you."
"Lucifer, I'm here for you, because I am your therapist but I also consider you as a friend, and want to help you through what you feel." The doctor needed to talk to him about his emotions.
"D-Detective, hi." Lucifer was trying to ignore her, while she was looking at his new scar. Slowly feeling a bit more insecure, but not understanding why.
"Lucifer, I-" Chloe began before getting cut off.
Glass shattered, and before Lucifer could do anything, he was shot. Falling back, hitting the ground hard. He only saw black and a pinch of pain…..then nothing.
Taking in a breath of air, he sat up, chuckling.
"I'm…I'm completely invulnerable! Did you see that? I'm not dead!" Lucifer stood up, searching for what broke and who shot him.
He saw a broken window, looking down to see anyone.
Lucifer saw the man from yesterday, the one who he said needed therapy. Then looking at his guest, trying to find something to say.
"You should uh probably go get ready for your first day of work." So Julianna exited out of the room awkwardly, but happy. Memorizing the tricks she'd been taught, he also found a creative way for her to remember, how could she not remember?
The Devil didn't mind what the Detective thought, that was at the middle of his list.
Though he did feel guilty for having a girl over at the same time the Detective decided to appear, still he wished he could go back to how it was. Him trying to get Chloe in bed, solving cases, partying every day, women in his bed in the morning, not having to worry about anything. Wishing he didn't need to worry about dying at anyone's hand, not Chloe's or Zermoni's or Michael's or his Father's.
"How did.. But that one time I shot you….what?" Chloe had seen him bleed many times and he likely had many scars to prove so, but how was he not dead… like at all. He was as alive as Chloe and Dr. Martin were. Forgetting the reason as to why she even came to him.
"OH, Detective sorry. I forgot to tell you, but you make me vulnerable, DID make me vulnerable. But I guess not anymore. No need to blow up your head because that isn't the case anymore." It was then that he remembered what was going on, why he was doing all of this, how he ended up meeting Julianna in the first place.
Realizing that he was doing the same thing he did when Uriel died. The guilt, and drinks, and partying, and women.
"Anyway, I need a shower, unless you're down to join, you know that I certainly won't mind." Lucifer knew Chloe wouldn't accept his request, she never did, so he went up the stairs, getting ready for his shower, not wanting to look in the mirror, as he hadn't taken a shower in more days than he usually waits.
Michael sat in his cell, legs crossed. Though now, he began to contemplate his bigger plan for the future.
Hadn't Lucifer gone through enough? Yes, Lucifer was a enormous pain in the ass, but they could get over it sooner or later. Michael had never really got to know Lucifer much, but when they were just children (a couple thousand years old, which was very young for them) they loved to impersonate each other, and laugh at their siblings' confusion once they were done. Then they slowly grew apart, having arguments about the littlest things.
His twin rebelled which grew them apart all the way. Lucifer was about as old as a teenager would be, which was sad if someone thought about it too long. Father never allowed the siblings to go see him much.
Though Michael missed celebrating Lucifer's and his birthday, it was always fun. That was the one day that they were free to do whatever, stepping away from their assigned jobs to just have fun and watch the humans with all of their weird human drama.
But then Michael remembered every time his twin would get rewarded an entire celebration for something but if he did the same, he'd just get a pat on the back including a 'good job', before they went to do their task. The bad and the good weren't outweighed yet to see which was the winner, but were instead, even at this point. So having to choose if he should continue his BIG plan was terribly hard and frustrating.
Everytime the archangel ever wanted to talk, he'd get interrupted. Not even God cared enough to notice his son, it was like he was the middle child.
Michael wanted to run his hands through the hair and bang his fists in the wall, but remained calm.
One of his brothers, Raphael then approached, Furious.
"Why did you do it?! You could've left him in Hell but I guess that was not even that was good for you, that you had to stab him. You know he could've died, yet he is your brother and you did it anyway. Are you out of your mind? You know that I had to heal him, watch as he was bleeding out."
"Well," Michael shuffled himself a little to get comfortable, the ground was terribly hard with no carpet. As Michael heard Raphael's words, he felt a pang of guilt building up in his stomach but pushed it aside.
"I won't go into details why, and aren't we a bit too late for this conversation?" Michael asked.
"I..I had to go do something important, but now that it is over with, I have a BIG problem with you!" Raphael opened the door and grabbed Michael up by the shirt, and pushed him against the wall, punching him with just the amount of strength to where Michael wouldn't pass out, because if Michael passed out he would've healed with no pain, which wasn't what Raphael wanted.
Raphael didn't care what God thought, Michael needed punishment for his RECKLESS and careless actions, and he wasn't getting that whatsoever.
Raphael, put Michael down. I am still awaiting his punishment and you know that. God's voice came. I promise you that it will be very painful for him, but it will take time son, you need to understand that. He is still my son, and so that makes my decision much harder.
So Raphael reluctantly put Michael in his cell, noticing some guilt mixed with a few other emotions like hurt and annoyance in his brother, but then it changed to just annoyance. The healer had seen that many times in the archangel and tried to talk to Michael the first few times but he always refused, acting like a petty child so Raphael stopped.