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Part I:

Across the vast expanses of the universe, Chuck relaxed in one of his favorite beaches (Playa del Carmen anyone?), sipping margaritas on the rocks and toying with the idea of resurrecting the Dodo bird just for shits and giggles when he received a very particular prayer that broke through the sound of crashing waves left him pleasantly surprised.

Father, I need to speak with you. Please.

God chuckled to himself. Since when did Lucifer say "please"?

Nevertheless, Chuck dusted the sand off from his perceived feet. The presence of God can be anywhere at any time, it never exhausted nor spread too thin; so, He prepared to send a portion of His essence to the only place that Lucifer liked to go when the angel had to think. Lucifer particularly enjoyed Polaris; before he became corrupted anyways.


Lucifer stood in his true form suspended in the fabric of space and time, admiring his handiwork of eons ago, admittingly scared of actually being answered. Like some measly human with social anxiety, the archangel rehearsed his questions to himself. He continued to do this until the situation that he was avoiding became unavoidable: the unmistakable, magnificent presence of God appeared by his side. Humans report feeling peace in the presence of God. Satan did not feel peace at all. Another reason for him to be jealous of humans for this privilege.

"Lucifer, its so good to see you again. You always did like Polaris," came the calm and assured voice of his father and creator.

"I did not come here to just talk about stars I made a long time ago, father."

Father. Even with everything that has happened I respect him with that honorific.

Lucifer continued before God could retort something annoyingly wise, pushing that thought of titles and honorifics away, "Are you aware of the nephilim?"

God's only answer to the question was a seemingly uninterested "hhmph". How could He not? Jack's conception rang out throughout the universe. Astronomical observatories reported a massive shock wave of energy from an unknown source and all sorts of proposed theories came forth from it; everything from aliens to government subliminal distractions. All were far from the truth. Every cosmic entity was made acutely aware that Satan awaited a bun in the oven.

If God's goal was to irritate Lucifer with His response, He succeeded. "Is that all that you're going to say? Really?! I have a son and you're not the least bit bothered?", Lucifer shot back.

God answered calmly, "Lucifer, if you did that to get my attention, this is not the way to go about it. Knowing you, you probably have a plan for this nephilim. Remember, I can smite your son and his human mother out of existence with just thinking of it. I can make it reality by simply willing it."

"Don't dare threaten my son!", Lucifer boomed in his true voice. It enraged him how his father just casually threatened Jack as it meant nothing. No different from accidentally stepping on an ant on the way to the grocery store. Lucifer's wounded pride cried out from the insult. God said nothing. Lucifer's outburst fell on unconcerned ears.

"Father", Lucifer began to plead as he previously rehearsed," please change me back. Nothing is impossible for you. You made me evil. You made me Satan. I can be the Morningstar again. I am not fit to raise my son in my current state – I am too far gone in my current state. But you can change that. You can make me the light bearer again – completely erase the effects of the mark. You can rid the world of the devil. I don't want to be Satan anymore. I want to be the most beautiful of all the heavenly host." Lucifer couldn't believe he said all that. It sounded better in his head. He anxiously awaited a response from God's presence.

The silence was deafening. Perhaps Lucifer had truly surprised an omniscient being.

"No", was the one syllable response from the Almighty.

"NO?!", Lucifer shouted in a voice that could probably be heard throughout the galaxy. The archangel was furious.

"No. What do you mean no?! You have the chance to destroy the devil and you shoot it down. Why? I am coming to you – asking you to do this."

"My answer is firm and final, Lucifer.", came the calm voice of God, a sharp contrast to the erratic archangel.

"-BUT WHY?!"

"Lucifer, I can destroy you at any moment I so please. I created you. I retain the right to cease your existence. I build sandcastles and I tear them down all the time. I have just chosen not to. You simply don't deserve it." God continued speaking to a very shocked Lucifer.

"Both you and I know the reason why you keep messing around on earth with the Winchesters and breaking toys – as it means anything to you. You have made your distaste of humanity very explicit, yet you don't destroy the world like how you threaten to and never use your powers to their full extent. All you do is bring yourself down to their level by playing in the mud with the so-called pigs. You're afraid of me interfering if you go too far – that I'll stick you in that cage again. No, killing you would be giving you rest, which you don't deserve. You don't deserve being restored to an uncorrupted state either, the Mark of Cain just brought out what was already there."

"But you designed me that way, Father. YOU wanted the Devil. You never gave me a chance to be anything else.", a very insulted Lucifer interjected.

"That is again where you're wrong. You know you can simply stop being evil like right now, right? You don't need my permission for that. I am hands-off. You don't need to be the Morningstar again to raise the dawn like you used to. But you won't. You're a coward till the end. You don't want to change; you want me to do it for you because you never learned accountability ever in your immortal life. You asked me this because you believe that you are owed such a thing."

Stunned, Lucifer could not speak. He could not think of a logical reason to be denied his request and it enraged him. The archangel reined in his thoughts of destruction. The temper tantrum of an eldritch cosmic being would include destruction of the nearest celestial body.

"You are no longer the Morningstar, the light bearer that would raise the dawn, the most beautiful of all the heavenly host and leader of the angelic choirs. You don't create stars anymore. You have earned being hated by everyone. You are not being punished for your sins anymore, but by them. You are Satan, the adversary and Satan cannot create anything good."

"LIES!", screamed Lucifer, "I created Jack, and he is good. I know he is! He is the only good thing I've created since…since becoming…this". Lucifer gestured vaguely to himself, his true form having been twisted and made horrific by years in the cage. The most beautiful of all angels had become indescribably hideous and reeked of Hell, retaining only the pride that came with who he was before.

"Lucifer, when will you understand that this IS your punishment. The same pride that caused you to rebel has never left you and it pains you every single minute of your damned eternal life to put up with yourself. Knowing who were you before, and what you are now. You have fallen more than anybody else. You are irredeemable. You hate everything, but it's trumped by how much you hate what you've become. Even with all the evidence against you, you still believe you are in the right - everytime. You never admit any wrong doing - perpetual victimhood complex. You are reckless because your own selfish interests override the greater good. A narcissist in the fullest extent of the meaning. Son, you still don't understand that your arrogance stops you from being truly remorseful. You are only condemning yourself."

Lucifer was already gone by then. The archangel didn't listen to the whole speech, leaving the presence of God to go back to Earth and disintegrate some demons so that he could then compare it to killing cockroaches and complain while doing it. Nothing was ever good enough for Lucifer by his own admission, except being told he couldn't be something. The king of lies cannot handle the truth apparently. This left Chuck all alone looking at Polaris.

"Besides", Chuck muttered to himself, "my novels need a villain."


Thank you for reading. Please review. Part II coming soon.

Author's Notes: I think the whole redemption arc that SPN tried to set up for three seasons could've been handled better, but I was actually rooting for Lucifer so the finale was disappointing. I believe he was really trying (driving a bus, performing exorcisms, and willingly stepping into cuffs - like seriously dude was trying HARD), but despite his best efforts he cannot change what he fundamentally is.

That being said, Lucifer is a tragic character and a lot fun to psychoanalyze. Villain's wiki listed him as being a "misanthropic egotist" which kind of started the whole thought process to this. I also rewatched 'Megamind' and that too got my gears working as to how expectations create villains and what villains ultimately want to result from their villainy. Lucifer, to me, is a very empty villain. He's not sure what he wants, because the past can never be recovered, but he's too proud to admit that. He is hated (and rightfully so) because he truly is evil. He doesn't want to rule the world or destroy it; he's just angry at everyone and everything. The big goal he was set up to do was pulled out from under him. Everything he does is to spite God, who turns an uninterested eye because Lucifer is old news and not fun anymore. This strains all of his relationships so the dynamic that he had with other angels and Jack was malformed.

What can I say? I am a sucker for villains.