Hello there! Welcome legends to the next chapter of Light Bringer Stories: The Witcher.
This chapter contains a scene I have been looking forward to write since the beginning of the story. Hope your going to enjoy it as much as I had writing it and now review time.
dragon rose 11: Yes, I have seen the both of them. But if you have a story request, just send me a PM.
RedHood001: I liked that part as well. Well Lucifer is convinced he's going to Heaven, since it is literally the only place he can't visit without dire consequences. No, making a deal with this Lucifer isn't such a big deal, since he's a more benevolent Devil. Yeah, it was pretty much that combination and some lasting resentment he has to his all-powerful father.
madreader19: Happy you like it, though this isn't technically a crossover but as elements heavily inspired by the comic and show Lucifer.
Guest: Thanks! I will try.
sirleirbag: That does sound like something he would do.
Now story time.
Lucifer was sitting at a bar, wearing his white, purple and black formal suit again, as he was now on a different World. Though it was different from his 'Morning Star', he did enjoy visiting this particular nightclub in Los Angeles on this specific World.
Though as he and his cousin would always joke, this was no City of Angels.
This nightclub was filled with people having a good time. While he sat there, he received looks from the attendance, getting many offers to fulfil his carnal desires from many attractive women and even a few attractive men.
But for once, he wasn't in the mood to fulfill those desire, which the person sitting next to him noticed was a very out of character for him.
"...I didn't learn much, but I now know for a fact that Cirilla isn't in Skellige anymore. Not in Velen or Novigrad either." Lucifer said with a deep sigh, "She's gone. Again."
His companion next to him ordered a bottle of whisky, which the bartender poured into two glasses, filling it to the brim. Before he told her to leave the bottle.
"And so you came here?" the man said. He was a tall man with neatly styled black hair and dark brown eyes. He has a 5-o'clock shadow, which was impeccably groomed. He was dressed in a fine business suit, this evening he went with a very dark purple one and black dress shoes.
"I really do like coming here... I've visited many places through many Worlds and many timelines, but 'Lux' is a little more special to me. I guess you could call it my go to place." Lucifer said with a grin as he raised his glass, "Do you have anything like that, cousin?"
"It doesn't compare to 'Lux', but I do like visiting 'Morning Star' at... which ever World you have placed it at the moment." Lucifer Morningstar as as he raised his glass.
The Lucifer cousin's down their glasses in one shot, before slamming their glasses down again. "Ah, that tasted good. The last good whisky I had was at Dijkstra." Lucifer said, looking around the club, "By the way, where is Maze?"
"I believe she's off on a bounty to Canada." Morningstar said with a shrug, not sure where is bodyguard was, as he refilled their glasses, "Let's go over what you have learned. Perhaps you have missed a clue, it might just be the one you need to push your investigation forward... That is what the Detective would say."
"Maybe." Lucifer muttered as he accepted his glass, "How is it going with you and the lovely Miss Decker?"
"And why would that concern you, dear cousin." Morningstar said with a slight tease.
"Well your happiness is a top priority to me. So of course it's of the greatest concern to me, dear cousin." Lucifer said smiling as he wiggling his blonde eyebrows, "And of course, I'm a big supporter of Deckerstar."
"You and Miss Lopez both." Morningstar said with a chuckle as he shook his head, "I prefer Ellux, though I'm a big supporter of Cirifer as well."
The two cousins shared a laugh as they drank. While both had troubles with their families, and being extremely prideful beings, some would say even pride personified, Lucifer Lux and Lucifer Morningstar get along surprisingly well.
Perhaps it because they are so similar, they couldn't hate the other without hating themselves.
It helped that Lux was the only one who came to visit Morningstar in his Hell. It was Lucifer Lux who eventually convincing Lucifer Morningstar to leave Hell, taking a vacation. Though it had been Morningstar's decision to stay on his Earth.
"...What have you gotten yourself into Cirilla?" Lucifer muttered softly, looking to his empty glass.
"That I can't answer." Morningstar said, placing a hand on his cousin's shoulder, "But I know that, whatever it is, you of all, will get her out of it, cousin."
"Thanks." Lucifer said as his glass was refilled.
"What is family for?" Morningstar said.
The two Devil's raised their glasses in another toast but just as Lucifer's lips touched the glass, an idea lit up inside his head.
"Family... That's it!" Lucifer shouted, drowning his drink before placing his glass down on top of the bar, "Cousin! Your a genius you moron!"
"What." Morningstar said flatly.
"There is one place I haven't looked yet." Lucifer said as he stood up, "I should go. Give Amenadiel a rub over his bald head for me."
A portal was opened in the Hertch region in the kingdom of Kaedwen at night. Out of it stepped Lucifer in his long coat outfit. Closing it behind him when he sheeted the sword, he looked up to find himself standing in front of the fortress he was looking for.
Build into the mountains and right off the Gwenllech river stood the once proud keep which trained witchers of the Wolf School.
Kaer Morhen.
Walking through the open gates, Lucifer walked deeper into the fortress, looking for any sign of life. But he didn't find anything until he reached the door leading to the main hall.
The sound he would best describe as the panting's of a wounded wyvern, he followed in the direction of the sound. He had already turned a corner when the doors leading to he main hall opened.
A feet few away, Lucifer found a passed out witcher, laying next to his least favorite kind of animal in all the Worlds he has visited. While he liked the white color on it, that didn't change the fat that it was a goat.
"...Looks like someone had a good night." Lucifer said as he stood over the man.
"Don't worry brother! We're coming!"
He turned around in the direction of the new voice, only to see two other witcher, one far younger and probably less experienced. He was also wearing some sort of hat that should have gone out of fashion a few decades ago. The second one, the one with white hair, was one familiar to him.
"H-Hey you, I remember you." the white haired one said, he slurred his words.
"You..." the younger witcher said to the white wolf, who also slurred his words, "G-Geralt, you know him?"
From what Lucifer figured, all three of the witchers here where incredibly intoxicated, something he was greatly approving of. As after all, only one good story had ever started with milk.
"S-sort of, Lambert. Met him in Novigrad." Geralt said gesturing to the blonde, "H-He thinks witcher is a noble profession."
"W-what!" Lambert said surprised, "Now your just shitting me."
"I just think people should be a little more grateful when you save them from monsters." Lucifer said with a shrug, "Before you ask, your companion here, he was already like this when I found him."
"M-Must have taken some sort of nap. With his ever faithful Lil' Bleater." Lambert said before walking up, "Hello, Eskel! Wake up!"
"...Right." Lucifer said, sending a glare towards the goat before turning to find Geralt staring at him, "See something you like?"
"You know." Geralt said, "You never mentioned your name."
"Where are my manners!" Lucifer said cheerfully, "My name is Lucifer Lux."
"I knew it!" Geralt said loudly, "Your that guy who thinks he's the Devil."
Just then the third witcher was woken up, clearly drunk as he tried to get back up on his feet. It looked like he was about to puke.
"A-always end up like this." Eskel said, stumbling back to his feet, "When we three get together."
"But now we have a fourth!" Lambert said cheerfully, "Would have been better if he was a woman! But what can you do?"
"Implying I can't change myself into a woman." Lucifer said with a hint of knowing amusement, "There aren't any woman here?"
"None here but Yen..." Geralt slurred, "And we don't wanna wake her up. Believe me."
"No female witchers?... Sounds like something Bleeter would get it's panty in a twist for, but then again for what doesn't it?" Lucifer said more to himself than the others, "Now gentlemen, I know a place where there is drink and plenty of women!"
"Fuck yeah!" Eskel shouted, "Devil guy, summon the bitches!"
It was later that night, when the muffled sound of music echoed through Kaer Morhen, that Yennefer of Vengerberg woke up from her slumber.
Rubbing the sleep from her purple eyes, she noticed that Geralt still hadn't joined her. Excepting him and the other three witchers to still be up, even though they had a special ritual to preform in the morning.
With a huff, she kicked the blankets off her and stood up from her bed. Walking down the cold stone stairs in nothing but her bare feet and her body covered in her black laced undergarments.
She found no sight of the witchers, but in the main hall was a portal that greatly surprised her. Instead of one she was familiar with, this one seemed to be shredding the dimension around it and was a dark shade of purple.
It was also the source of loud music.
Stepping through it to the other side, Yennefer found herself stepping into a dimly lit night club, filled with crowds of people.
Near the stage was a microphone on a stand and a black piano. A smooth and exciting atmosphere drifted in the air as people danced to the loud music coming from the walls.
"Bartender! Another round for me and my friends!"
It hadn't been long before she found what she was looking for. She spotted Geralt, Lambert and Eskel sitting in a booth, accompanied by a few good looking ladies. But she was surprised by the fourth member sitting with them.
The annoyed sorceress was about to walk to them when the crowd suddenly went wild and she saw why. On top of the piano now stood a small blonde haired child was standing on, microphone in her small hand.
"Oh yeah!" the girl yelled into the microphone, "It's Potato time!" before she began to sing.
"Young witcher, there's no need to feel down. I said, young witcher, pick yourself off the ground. I said, young witcher, 'cause you're in a familiar town. There's no need to be unhappy!" she sang as she did an adorable dance, "Young witcher, there's a place you can go. I said, young witcher, when you're short on your dough. You can stay there, and I'm sure you will find... Many ways to have a good time!"
The beat began to pick up as the girl said, "Hands in the air!" and the crowd did as they danced as well to her tune.
"It's fun to stay at Kaer Morhen! It's fun to stay at Kaer Morhen! They have everything for you witchers to enjoy! You can hang out with all the boys! It's fun to stay at Kaer Morhen! It's fun to stay at Kaer Morhen!" Potato continued to sing, "You can get yourself clean, you can have a good meal! You can do what ever you feel!"
As the crowd erupted in applause for her performance once it had ended, Yennefer pushed her way forward, getting a few stares for the way she was dressed, or rather her lack of being dressed in nothing but her underwear.
She arrived at the table where the four of them where sitting, each of them drinking heavily and seeming to have a good time.
"Silver for monsters, steel for humans, coins for witchers." Lucifer shouted dramatically, "Banana for tigers!"
"I-I'll drink to that!" Geralt said slurring his voice.
"I trust you have an explanation for this." Yennefer said annoyed, "A very good one."
"Yennefer!" Lucifer said with a smirk as he saw her, not noticing the other witchers freezing up as if their mother had caught them in the act, "What brings you here!?"
"Go to bed." Yennefer commanded them, "Now."
The following morning, Geralt was sleeping on the floor. Dressed only in his underwear, laying on his side until he was woken up.
"Get the fuck up, witcher." a male voice said, kneeling down next to him as he placed a tankard with a slight foul smell being into Geralt's hand, "We got a city to burn. Wait, I have already done that."
As he helped him drink down the content, it leaving a bitter sour after taste in his mouth. A few seconds later the pounding in his head lessened. A long, looming shadow quivered in front of him for a moment; he blinked and Lucifer came into focus.
"Better?" Lucifer asked.
"Better..." Geralt said with a nod.
"Of course it is. It's the cure for the hangover and peps you right back up. Got the recipe from Paracelsus himself." Lucifer said, standing up, "Best get dressed, we have a few rituals to preform."
Lucifer was already standing with Yennefer and the other three witcher, this time the man who had taught Geralt, Eskel and Lambert. The man Ciri had told him much about, Vesemir.
Though Lucifer couldn't help but think he had met the old witcher somewhere before, he thought maybe they had sex back in the day, but then again the Devil had a habit of being a bit of a slut or man whore as Potato would call it.
Between them, on a table with straps laid Uma, the ugliest man alive and Lucifer could see why people would call him as such. Deformed features, rash and boils all over it's sickly pale skin.
Though honestly Lucifer thought he had some sort of weird cuteness factor to it.
"So you had an productive evening." Vesemir said to the two witchers.
"Yes." Eskel said, "We talked about Uma. Till late."
"Was that what we were talking about?" Lucifer said with a knowing smirk just as Geralt dressed in his armor came to join them.
"Everyone is here." Yennefer said, "Let's get to work."
"Guess your gravestone and hemlock method didn't work..." Geralt said to his master.
"Not entirely. But I did learn something." Vesemir said, "During my examination of Uma. I noticed one thing, at moments of... relaxed consciousness, he behaves differently. While falling asleep, he'd pause awake for an instant. Something different about his movements, his gaze, then. But only for a moment. So I induced a trance, hypnotized him, essentially. No effect at first, but as he dropped into deep lethargy, I heard something... A sigh or a moan. And it wasn't Uma's voice."
"Alright." Lambert said impatient, "I just don't get how that helps us."
"Then keep silent." Yennefer snapped before turning to the oldest witcher present, "Thank you, Vesemir... and... I apologize for what I said earlier."
"Oh dear." Lucifer said amused, "It just occurred to me that she reminds me of mum." his eyes slightly widen in horror at the implication.
"God is a woman now?" Geralt said dryly.
"What? No, of course not. Do you think Moses would have managed forty days and nights on that mountain if God was a woman? Neither would he have returned with only Ten Commandments." Lucifer said amused at the mere thought, "Mum is the other God, or Goddess, who can appear as anything she wants. Though my father is... well he doesn't have a real form either. He prefers to appear as an blue haired androgynous pretty boy or as Morgan Freeman."
"Are you done?" Yennefer said a bit snappy, "Have the boys told you what we plan to do?"
"While you people do that, I'm going to make something to eat." Lucifer said as he turned around, "Anyone fancies an omelet?"
As Lucifer was cooking in the kitchen, he could hear scream of agonizing pain coming from Uma as the ritual was starting.
"Almost makes me feel like I'm back in the third circle of Hell." Lucifer muttered as the sound of vomit hitting clothes and floors was heard, "Now all it needs is a great storm of putrefaction and it's just like it."
Placing a few omelets on different plates, it was then that the voice of Eskel reached him from the main hall, "...If that's Ciri in there... She could come outta this crippled, wrong in the head, just emotionless. Thought about that?"
"What." Lucifer said flatly as he suddenly appeared next to the witchers, holding the plates as they were scrubbing vomit off the floor.
"I trust Yen." Geralt said without hesitation, "She knows what she's doing."
"I hope so." Lucifer said, a hint of veiled danger in his voice, "Because if something happens to Cirilla, well... I might get just miffed enough that I would level Kaer Morhen."
"Is that a threat?" Geralt said as he stood up.
"A threat? Of course not! I wouldn't dream of it, master witcher. I only merely pointed out the most likely scenario to happen if Uma is Cirilla and something happens to her." Lucifer said with his usual confident smirk, "Now I suggest you take one of these plates and help your sorceress with eating it."
He handed the plate to Geralt, giving him a knowing wink before turning around to return doing whatever he was doing.
A few more hours had passed, Uma's screams of pain seemed to have lessen as his insides where being disintegrated and reconstructed by Yennefer's magic.
Geralt was standing next to her as Lucifer was sitting in a nearby chair, his coat drapped over it, feet kicked up as he was doing some reading while enjoying a glass of whisky. After long hours of painstaking labor, after Geralt had held back his disgust and disturbing childhood memories to administer painful treatments to Uma, finally, at long last, the curse was lifted.
They all gathered around the table where in place of Uma was now a Aen Elle Elf, his body covered with tattoo's that must mean something.
But Lucifer's attention was drawn to Geralt who said the name "Avallac'h?"
"You know him?" Vesemir said as they all looked at the white wolf.
"Yes. An elf, Aen Elle. A Sage..." Geralt said as a light of magic appeared over the elf to dress him back in his robes.
"Where is Ciri?" Yennefer immediately demanded of him.
"Hidden... the Isle of Mists... But... it's not..." the elf said, exhausted from the stress and torterous pain from the ritual used to transform him back, "She's not safe... The Hunt..."
"Are the ones not going to be safe when I'm through with them." Lucifer said with a dangerous low voice, "Where is Cirilla?"
"Everywhere..." Avallac'h muttered, "And nowhere..."
"How annoyingly vague." Lucifer said with furrowed brow, "Let me put it this way, how do we get there!?"
"Praevein, arwein, cyrraen..." Avallac'h muttered, waving his arm weakly and a small wisp of light flowed from his hand, "In Skellige... Follow it... Into the mists. Hurry... Hurry!"
Without missing a beat, Lucifer caught the wisp inside his now empty whisky bottle, putting the cork back on. "Already on my way." Lucifer said but he was stopped when the elf continued to speak.
"I tried to protect her... But the curse..." Avallac'h muttered weakly, "The Hunt has not found the Isle... As yet... This but a matter of time. But if she leaves... They will detect her... At once..."
"Enough, Lucifer." Yennefer said sternly to the blonde, "He's not yet free of death's grip."
"What does my sister have to do with anything?" Lucifer said slightly confused.
"Death is a chick?" Lambert said.
"Yes, Death is a slender yet curvaceous woman, especially in terms of her bust size." Lucifer said before the bottle with the wisp was seized out of his hand, "Yes?" he turned to Geralt, who now held the bottle.
"I'm going to get Ciri." Geralt said.
"Yes, that would be a good use of our time." Lucifer said with a mocking chuckle, "A week travel for you is like five minutes to me. See where I'm going with this."
"Yeah, but we need that time to prepare." Geralt said, "I don't trust you. I have seen what you have been doing through the Continent."
"My dear Geralt, I have done nothing to earn your distrust." Lucifer said as he chuckled, "Besides, you have no idea of the things I have done."
"And I'm still not sure what you want with Ciri." Geralt said.
"To create life. I'm kidding, I can't have offspring's, just something Angels can't do." Lucifer said amused that someone would dare to stand against him, especially someone who knew who what he is. But then again, Geralt seemed like a man who wouldn't believe him. "Very well, I entrust you with this mission, Geralt. While you do that, I'll make sure we'll be ready."
"You plan to fight them?" Yennefer said, "We six? In a crumbling castle?"
"All you need is me." Lucifer said proudly, "And it's seven of us. You didn't count Potato."
"Potato?" Yennefer said.
Just than the Devil's assistant came in through an open door, dragging a sack of tools needed to help repair the castle with her with great effort.
"Is heavy!" Potato complained, "Potato only one Potato! Cannot do the work of ten Potato's!"
"A child?" Lambert said in disbelieve, "Yes, the greatest weapon we could have."
Lucifer let out a sigh before turning to his assistent, "...Your embarrassing me in front of the witchers." he muttered.
It was during the week that Geralt was traveling and gathering allies for their stand against the Wild Hunt at Kaer Morhen. Lucifer and Potato where doing their best to prepare the keep, turning it back into shape, upgrading it's defenses as they helped welcoming the allies.
It was during one of those greetings that Lucifer came across a familiar face he met back in Skellige.
"Hjalmar right?" Lucifer said shaking hands with the younger man.
"Ay." Hjalmar said with a nod, "We didn't get much time to talk last time."
"Right." Lucifer said, placing his hands in his pockets, "How is life on the Isles?"
"Same old, same old." Hjalmar said, "They never found out who made that woman moan so loud, much to her highness irritation."
"Her highness?" Lucifer said curious, "There is a queen now?"
Hjalmar gave a nod, "Ay, my sister Cerys is now Queen of the Skellige Isles." the bearded man said, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah..." Lucifer said somberly as he turning his back to the Skelliger, "It just means I lost a good friend." and he walked away.
Lucifer was standing on the balcony overlooking the beautiful mountain range, a half drunken bottle of whisky in one hand, leaning over the stone railing.
He stood there in silent contemplation about the passing of his friend as from behind Vesemir comes walking over to him, "Is everything alright." the older witcher said, "Lucifer?"
"Just mourning a friend." Lucifer said, holding up his hand as he offered the bottle to him, "Drink with me?"
"Sure." Vesemir said, accepting the bottle and taking a swing as he leaned next to Lucifer, "You knew each other long?"
"I knew Bran when he was but a young man. We met when I made a deal with me, after that we became friends." Lucifer said, accepting the bottle back and taking a drink from it before handing it back, "We killed a dragon together to make him king. There are some things you can't do without ending up liking each other, and killing a dragon is definitely one of them."
"I'll toast to that." Vesemir said taking a swing and passing it back, "That assistant of yours is a miracle worker. Give her another week and Kaer Morhen is back to it's full glory."
"She sure is a hyper competent side-kick." Lucifer said, rather proud of himself at his choice of assistant, "I have been meaning to ask, Vesemir. Have we met before? Did we had sex?"
"Your a good looking man Lucifer, but your not my type." Vesemir said with a slight laugh, "Besides, I would remember if I ever had sex with another man."
"That doesn't prove anything." Lucifer said with a roll of his eyes before he suddenly turned around, having felt a magical energy suddenly ripping its way into the keep. It wasn't Potato or one of his angelic siblings.
"What is it?" Vesemir said with some concern.
"...I haven't felt that since..." Lucifer muttered before his eyes widen in realization.
Walking down to the courtyard, Lucifer and Vesemir arrived just in time to see a portal of green opened. The Devil's heart skipped a beat when he saw Geralt appear hand in hand with Ciri.
Taking a moment to catch her breath, the young woman looked around excited, even though Kaer Morhen looked to be in much better shape than it had been in the past couple of decades, she finally was home. Vesemir walked forward while Lucifer stayed back, a nervous feeling boiling in his lower stomach upon finally finding the object of his affection.
The minute they spotted each other, Vesemir lifting Ciri off the ground in a bear hug, all while Ciri giggles with pure joy.
"Welcome home, child." Vesemir said once he put her down.
Just then Yennefer comes running from halfway across the courtyard, screaming Ciri's name at the top of her lungs before pulling her into a massive hug, "My, you've grown beautiful!" the sorceress in black remarked on her surrogate daughter.
"No point standing around." Vesemir said, "Come on, time to greet the others."
"You've not changed a bit. Any of you..." Ciri said with a smile as she looked over Geralt, Yennefer and Vesemir, "All just like I remembered."
Just then a blur comes rushing over to her and Potato giddily leaps into her arms, shaking her little legs in delight.
"Ciri!" Potato exclaimed as she hangs on Ciri's outstretched arm, "Potato missed you! Did you miss the Potato?"
"Potato?" Ciri said surprised but happy to see the small humanoid again, "Yes, I did. But why are you here?..."
But silence fell over her when she saw him, the object of her affection, who had come down the stairs. A smile gracing his handsome features as he approached her.
"Cirilla." Lucifer said his eyes never leaving her, as if afraid she would disappear again if he did.
Placing Potato down on the ground, Ciri approached him quickly in a burst of green energy. Before Lucifer could say more, before he could confess why he had been looking for her, Ciri gripped the front of his coat, pulling him down closer her face, standing on the tip of her toes, she slammed her mouth against his.
First a shock over took him, but almost immediately he melted into it. His hands traveled down down to her hips, lifting her off the ground as she locked her arms around his neck as their mouths moved in sync and taking advantage of this to explore the inside of the others mouth.
The assistant and the three parental figures in Ciri's life, each of them had their own reaction to this display of affection. Potato did a fist pump as the blonde girl was happy that her favorite pairing was happening, Vesemir chuckled a bit embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his neck, Yennefer looked at the two with a semi-approving look but with a hint of jealousy and Geralt, being the papa wolf that he is, was not very appreciative of this man making out with his daughter.
When they finally separated, the two stared in each other's eyes, shiny ambers into emerald greens.
"This..." Ciri said with a warm smile of her own, "This is real."
A smile crept on Lucifer's face, not the amused, smug or arrogant grin but the gentle smile, one she thought would fit an angel, even if he was a fallen one.
"Yes, it is. I went looking for you, I looked every where for you, just to tell you something." Lucifer said as a warmth he hadn't felt in a long time bloomed inside of his chest, "But I guess... I already have my answer."
And that was the chapter, hope you enjoyed. Anyways many thanks to everyone who read, reviews, favorites or follows this, you beauties.
As I was writing the part of the two Lucifer's, I got to thinking who would play Lux. Tom Ellis is an obvious choice but might be a bit weird. My second choice would be Henry Cavill, but that opens another can of weird.
On another small note, I saw the trailer for Season 2. I liked it except for one thing... I think Lucifer can say it best.
Lucifer looks at the trailer for season 2 on his monitor. "Who the bloody hell thought rap is a good choice for The Witcher!?"
"What?" Ciri said, "You don't like rap?"
"No, I most certainly do not." Lucifer said, "I just hate the music and with that I mean rap music, not other music made by black people. Without the blues, there'd be no devil's music whatsoever."
Anyways, I hope you will join me next time. Bye for now.