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The original behind why I drew this was actually funny, y'all know twitter's a shite cess pool show right now, and well a guy came to my page apparently as an account "as the archangel Michael" telling me my Lucifer x Michael work and pairing was sacrilegious, blasphemous and the reason why my generation is going down hill and why we needed Trump 🤣
I AINT NEVER GONNA STOP DOING LUMIKA SHIP ART, ITS EVEN CANON IN MY COMIC 👉🏻😂👉🏻
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𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔡𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲…
… ℑ 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲
#angel#angelcore#angelic#coquette angel#fallen angel#fallen angel aesthetic#academia#classic academia#aesthetic#chaotic academia#dark academia#literature#english literature#heaven#devil#devils#demons#angels and demons#angels#archangel#archangel gabriel#archangel michael#archangel raphael#archangel azrael#archangel lucifer#archangel uriel#I will take care of you#monster#monster x human#monster x reader
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Having some fun with angel Lucifer, love this creature
One hell of a sexual awakening after having to live in perfect sunny vanilla garden.
I don't think they were a love at first sight, they had to learn too many things about each other and themselves first (and if I have to watch Lucifer fall in love with a couple months old woman via creeping on her through the bushes one more time I'm going to blow; I honestly do find the age and power gap one of the most interesting things about them but boy do people not realize that's what they're writing sometimes) however, Lilith was lusting, sexualizing that angel before she knew his name.
I prefer him real headstrong and secure in himself, a full leader of Heaven, just to really emphasize what the fall took from him.
He wasn't afraid of the things everyone else was, it made him an outcast, but it made him important. They called him a reckless danger and he'd roll his eyes and do it anyway, someone had to.
Then that big terrible consequence that always warned about came to be, and that feeling of safety was ripped from him. He was never convinced he was in the wrong, not really, they didn't need too, he was just too scared to be hurt again for it to matter.
its also a very autistic experience, ignoring social cues to his heart's content until he gets burned and switches to being hyper paranoid of them at all times.
He is a Weird Little Girl to me <3. Obsessed with the parts usually glossed over, he will explain duck cannibalism with all his love. No, sorry he didn't make the stars, that was he sibling, but he did handle the fucked up intersection of super massive Gravity and Time! if you wanna hear about that? Oh, or the poison clouds on Venus that give it its colour?
(dichotomy with Michael having extremely boring/tedious interests, he's the one mathematician making the sad face when you don't wanna hear about the weight ratios of water pumping between the Heaven rings due to the varying air pressure, the Autism Brothers)
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin hotel headcanons#hazbin hotel lilith#hellaverse#hazbin hotel fanart#lucilith#hazbin hotel archangels#lilith x lucifer#hazbin hotel michael#lucifer morningstar#lilith morningstar
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|| HAZBIN HOTEL MASTER LIST PART 2 ||
[Key]
-💕means it has sexual content/Implied sexual content..
-💔means it is an angst fic
-😍means it is a family fic
-💘means it is an angst fic with a happy ending.
-🚫means it contains a Trigger Warning.
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─ ★Lucifer Morningstar.
🪽:Cuddling with Lucifer
🪽:helping you when you're sick
🪽: comforting you when you're feeling anxious
🪽:proposal with Lucifer
🪽:wedding hc with Lucifer
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─ ★Dad!cifer Fics n Things.
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─ ★Alastor "The Radio Demon."
📻:wedding Hc with Alastor
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─ ★Dad!Alastor Fics n Things.
📻:Dad!Alastor when you're uncomfortable during pregnancy / going into labour?
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─ ★Overlord!Husk
🎰:Cuddling with Husk
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─ ★Husk
🍻:Giving Husk a bj under the bar table.
🍻:Husk kneading into you
🍻:Wedding hc with Husk
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─ ★Dad!Husk Fics n Things.
🍻:Husk snore-purring with his head resting on the baby bump
🍻:Husk napping with his kits
🍻:Overlord!Husk meeting Husk's kits
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─ ★Adam
🍎:Comforting Adam / tending to his wounds
🍎:wedding hc's with Adam
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─ ★Dad! Adam things
🍎:Adam's daughter slapping him for snoring.
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─ ★Angel Dust { Anthony }
💄: Wedding Hc's with Anthony.
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─ ★Vox
���:light bondage with Vox
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─ ★The Archangels / Big G
🌟:Michael babysitting Edna
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#drabbles#drabble#imagines#hc#hazbin hotel#hcs#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel x you#lucifer morningstar#husk#hazbin hotel adam#hazbin hotel vox#archangel michael#the big g#big g#alastor#angel dust
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only true fans witnessed this phase of mine in instagram
#I did this instead of chemistry homework#its 2 am in the morning#cddwtd#lil lucifer au#lil lucifer au oc#oc x canon#canon x oc#doodles#michael the archangel#gabriel the archangel#raphael the archangel#primrose the archangel#vincie the demon#ocs
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HOLY SHIT THANKS LIMA JEY...I love this comparison of the two ships SO MUCH
Luci x Lilith 🌸✨️🦋
Vs
Mikey x Adam ⚔️🔥👑
Now I love the ship EVEN more as if that were possible
They were made for each other lol
Pssst he's telling adam about his sword collection/j
#I LOVE#michael: the archangel of justice#hazbin hotel#adam x michael#saint michael#hazbin hotel michael#michael magne#michael morningstar#adam hazbin#michael x adam#hazbin hotel adam#guitarhero#songbird#lucilith#lucifer magne#lucifer morningstar#lilith magne#lilith morningstar#cant sleep cuz cramps so yehaw#adam: the first man#lucifer: my fallen brother#lilith: the firey queen of hell#art gallery: angelic artwork#guitarhero: love in war
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Y/N: Lucifer won’t come out of his room!
Gabriel: Just tell him I said something.
Y/N: Like what?
Gabriel: Anything factually incorrect.
Y/N, shrugging: If you say so.
Lucifer, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?
#spn incorrect quotes#archangel!reader#michael x sister!reader#gabriel x sister!reader#angel!reader#michael#gabriel#spn michael#spn gabriel#spn crack#incorrect spn quotes#supernatural x reader#spn imagine#source: incorrect quotes generator#reader insert#female reader#male reader#gn reader#lucifer#lucifer x sister!reader#spn lucifer
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Random kid at school: Wow! You’re family seems so put together- you’re so lucky!!
Astrid: P-put together? My family?!
*flashback to earlier that morning*
Michael: *trying to get everyone ready for school* GO GET CHANGED
Gabriel: *running around in boxers* YOU’LL HAVE TO CATCH ME FIRST, OLD MAN
Lucifer: *spitting out his coffee* PFTT
Michael: OLD MAN-
Castiel: *calmly eating his breakfast* Pass a napkin?
Balthazar: *eating all the napkins* Huh?
Astrid: *standing by the door, ready for school, and regretting all her life choices*
#life with the novak’s series#archangels incorrect quotes#supernatural incorrect quotes#michael x sister reader#michael x reader#michael x reader platonic#archangels x reader platonic#archangels x reader#archangel michael#lucifer x reader#lucifer x sister reader#lucifer x reader platonic#lucifer#gabriel x reader#gabriel x sister reader#gabriel x reader platonic#archangel gabriel#castiel x reader platonic#castiel x sister reader#castiel x reader#castiel#balthazar x reader#balthazar x sister reader#balthazar x reader platonic#balthazar
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Michael: Okay, let me just get this straight -
God: You are definitely not straight but okay, go ahead.
Michael: You want me to be the vessel through which I dispense Divine Justice, a taxiarch, and a psychopomp delivering souls to the Inferno all at the same time?
God, smiling: Correct!
Michael: That's like three job titles in one. What's the compensation for my labor?
God: Well, I'm God! Sooooo your payment is living in Paradise for etetnity where your every need is met and you get to luxuriate in the simplicity of living! Um, so long as you do my bidding at any time I ask and don't question me too hard or all the time about it.
Michael:
God:
Michael:
God: . . .what if I throw in my intelligent, beautiful femboy son that is halfway to being unhinged and will worship you like you're me as long as you do the same for him?
Michael:
God:
Michael, putting on the armor and grabbing the Flaming Sword: Hi, I'm Michael, I'll be your Heavenly Host -
#archangel michael#god#elohim#bible fanfiction#bible fandom#shitposting#heresyposting#the bet begins!#fandom#still alive after paradise#mlm thoughts#Michael: 'can i take the femboy to go'#michifer#lucifer x michael#yeah okay this is getting notes so mama's blazin it /#let's find out who Tumblr likes more /#is it Lucifer the sexy unhinged femboy /#or is it Michael the hot brooding bara yandere /#place them bets and show me the notes !
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A HH Lucifer-centric AU 22/22
PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21
STORY 2 - Sequel
I can't believe it?? I made it, Ma!
Luci's General Suit inspired by this FANART on twt by @kajina_97
This is the COMIC that inspired me to write the whole thing because I wanted this ending so bad klajdklsa it's by @Sandranetta_13 on twt
Dk what tomorrow might entai. Might be the first chapter for the sequel?
Let me know what you guys think! Please, I'm very desperate.
I'm willing to do a Q&A regarding your thoughts. DMs and Asks are OPEN! <3
Will link the sequel here once posted
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Everything was relatively normal the following week. His and Charlie's long overdue moment with no more miscommunication made Lucifer feel a whole lot better. He couldn't ask for a better daughter.
Dressing himself in one of his battle suits, he felt like he could take on the world. Nothing says King of Hell like your best warrior outfit and a badass sword in full display.
Lucifer: Looking pretty dapper there, me.
Lucifer doesn't even bother to style his hair- it now flows animatedly like that of Lilith's.
Flowers were still being sent to him especially when he was first spotted roaming around the hotel after a week-ish long recovery. Charlie had the amazing idea of making a greenhouse or some sort of garden to put all the flowers and keep them alive as long as possible.
They got rid of any red ones after someone sent a buttload of them which then caused him to have a mini panic attack. Alastor is subtly trying to take that moment off his mind by leaving Marigolds everywhere. It's sweet but soon they're going to need a separate greenhouse for just the Marigolds. Where'd he even get these??
Finding his first Marigold of the day, in the bathroom of all places really Alastor??, he makes his way to the lobby. Everyone was there doing their own thing.
Husk and Angel are at the bar as usual, with the latter talking animatedly about something that puts an endearing expression on Husk's face. Nifty is putting on roach puppet shows for Alastor. The radio demon notices him and conveys his most 'help me' face but he just chuckled and gives him a thumbs up. The cyclops named Cherri is today's gift screener, grumbling about the pollen and the shitty taste some demons have.
Charlie and Vaggie were talking to a small group of demons by the entrance. As soon as his daughter sees him, she said something to the group then walked over to him.
Charlie: Good morning, dad!
Lucifer: You look busy.
Charlie: They're sinners who are asking about the hotel! I'm so happy that people are at least coming here to check it out. Did you have a good sleep?
Lucifer: Well, I don't feel like passing out today. So pretty good!
Charlie: That's great, dad!
Angel: Short king! Looking good in that fit!
Cherri: Yeah! Do a spin, hot stuff!
He blushes at the sudden attention. Everyone is looking at him in awe- maybe it was too much?
Alastor: Nonsense, dear.
Alastor appeared beside him in a flurry of shadows, seemingly reading his mind. He bends down at Lucifer's level to whisper in his ear. He plucked the Marigold Lucifer was holding, putting it behind the King's hair.
Alastor: I, for one, think you never looked so.. raveshing~
Damn him.
Lucifer: Shut up.
Lucifer hisses in response. Like, seriously? In front of his daughter? Thank Father, Charlie didn't hear that.
Charlie: Yeah! You look so cool. I don't think I've seen you wear that except for when there's a banquet.
Lucifer: Yeah, well, I wanted to look put together after everything.
Charlie softens at his words.
Alastor: No need for that, sire. I'm sure no one is foolish enough to comment negatively on what the King of Hell chooses to look like.
Lucifer: What does that make you then?
Alastor: Privileged, my King~
Lucifer rolls his eyes at the audacity but he can't help but smile. Man, he never thought he'd miss their constant banter.
Charlie: You look awesome, dad, okay? Al, please slow down with the Marigolds, Nifty's going crazy. Oh! Dad, right, Aunt Bel called said that the Sloth Ring is making incredible progress and that she'll visit again soon. I think Aunt Bee is planning a party with the other Sins and would like it to be held here in Pride! At the hotel! It would be so cool and of course if you're not ready I can tell them and maybe a little get together would be better. I'll even invite Sev! He gave flowers for you too and Vaggie was so jealous when I said he was my ex and thought the flowers were for me, she was so cute-
Lucifer tried, but he stopped listening halfway through his daughter's talk. It was a bit of an information overload but he kept a small, genuine smile on his face for her.
Then something caught his eye that made him stopped smiling altogether.
Charlie notices this causing her to stop talking.
Charlie: Dad?
He should answer but his eyes were locked on the wall behind Charlie. Plastered on the higher part of the lobby's wall was a glowing mark- gold wings with a dot on the center.
Lucifer turns around so fast to look outside the hotel's window. Heaven looks so out of place up there, sticking out like a sore thumb upon Hell's red skies.
A glint in the distance made him act. Without warning, he took off with such force that those inside the hotel were knocked down by the gust of his wings.
He breaks the window on his way out and pulls out Lightbringer. Lucifer brings the sword up and-
A powerful explosion lit up the sky. The sky split in two and fire appeared high and wide over Pride. At that moment, everyone became so hot that they couldn't bear it, as if their whole body was on fire. They wanted to rip their skin off just to get a sense of relief but then the sky shut closed. A strong thump was heard by every demon in the vicinity and then they were all thrown a few meters.
It felt like an eternity before Charlie and the others could get their bearings. Those that didn't get knocked out went outside, once there, they see Lucifer far up in the sky, holding up a flaming sword. The signature pentagram of the city has been fractured by whatever happened and demons all around were either hurt or unconscious.
Charlie: Dad!
Charlie calls out to her dad but he doesn't acknowledge her. His gaze never leaving Heaven, as if he's seeing something that no one else can.
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A screen locked on Hell zooms out as the machine's voice rang out 'target disengaged'.
An angel looking similarly to Lucifer, except there's blue tints on the spots where Lucifer had reds, was looking down at Hell pulling back a large, golden gun. They blew the smoke residue and sighed.
Michael: Hello, Lucifer... Still causing trouble, I see.
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it's done??
cliffhanger but don't worry, there's a sequel!
I spent 30 minutes looking for that comic that inspired this ending.
Did y'all catch that Lemmino reference? I'd have that description in my head rent free ever since I watched Grazed by the Apocalypse
Again, I'd love to hear your thoughts on this! This was my first published baby and I'm so proud !
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Cage Wi-fi
"Can I ask, once again, how it's even possible we get wi-fi down here?"
Adam knew he was beating a dead horse, at this point, by getting worked up over this, but he was only human. Even in these trying times of Angels and Demons—of cages in Hell that were supposed to hold the literal Devil but, for some reason, also currently held him and the Archangel Michael—he needed things to make sense. Nothing had been going as it should lately. Not for a long time. Yet, here he was, trying to find logic where it seemed none existed.
"I assume the computer and its 'wi-fi' are here for entertainment purposes. There's not much else to do down here," Michael murmured. His face was practically hidden behind the screen. It had been for the last few days. At least, Adam thought it was days (Hell time was different, Cage time worse). Adam hoped Michael wasn't becoming addicted—that was all they needed—but there wasn't anything he could do to get it away from him.
Lucifer, at least, seemed to find Michael's newfound fascination and obsession amusing. "The demons snuck one down. I enjoyed the machine last I used it, so I, uh…let's go with 'asked' them to bring one down."
Adam should've guessed Lucifer was behind this. Even when he searched his brain, he couldn't figure out how a simple laptop could cause much, if any, damage. The whole situation seemed harmless. It was because Lucifer was the one who wanted it that he couldn't help but be suspicious.
His relationship with the Devil was mostly cordial. Michael had made it clear early on his vessel was off-limits when it came to torture or harassment. But the warning had ended up being unnecessary. Lucifer had, at first, focused all of his attention on his own vessel, Sam.
Adam had felt a bit bad then that Sam was experiencing such a thing while Adam was getting off scot-free. But, as he'd understood it, it was Sam's fault they were down there. Sam had decided to jump and take Lucifer with him—dragging him and Michael along for the ride. For such reasons, Adam also couldn't help but feel a little vindictive himself after all was said and done. All Adam had wanted was to see his mother and help save the world.
Lucifer did torture Sam for a while, but he must've gotten bored or finally calmed down because one day—for no discernable reason—he stopped. Sam didn't react as though he'd stopped, though. Instead, he kept screaming and tearing into himself, yelling words like "Stop!" or "No!" even though Lucifer was no longer touching him, basically torturing himself.
It almost made him relieved for Sam's sake (as well as his own) when, not long after, they saw Castiel appear. He shot into the cage with as little subtlety as a flaming meteor to snatch him, somehow managing to grab Sam's body but fly off, leaving his soul behind. He hadn't even spared a glance for Adam, despite Michael's (very much appreciated) attempt to get his attention and remind him.
The results of Sam existing in the cage without his body were a trial of their own. If Sam had seemed off or unhinged before, he was an absolute basket-case now. Lucifer even became desperate enough to try and calm him down, to no avail.
Then, once again, they had a visitor. This time 'Death' of all things. (And had Adam mentioned before he wasn't cut out for this?) While Adam was busy trying to fathom the idea of Death having a physical manifestation—on top of still trying to come to terms with Angels, Demons, and… well, everything else he'd ever thought was fantasy being real—Death retrieved Sam's soul.
Death, at least, was polite enough to acknowledge them. Adam included.
"I'm sorry, but the deal was only for one. Dean made his choice," he had said to him.
He'd immediately understood. It hurt, but he wasn't surprised. Their relationship had been short and brief, and for all they'd gone on about family and tried to appeal to him with that argument, he'd meant what he said when they first met. His mom was his family. She was the one he'd been doing all this for.
After Sam was gone, Adam worried Lucifer would get bored and come after him. After a while of showing no such inclination, though, Adam relaxed.
Adam was also surprised when Michael and Lucifer didn't fight each other. He'd been under the impression that had been the whole point of the Apocalypse. Michael had pointed out that neither could kill the other as long as they were down here. The cage kept whatever was in it alive. Fighting would be an exercise in futility.
The two of them still argued. But it was more like your average brotherly back-and-forth (if you considered disagreements over whether God would return and save them, or whether humans deserved to live or were insignificant ants that polluted and destroyed all God's other creations average).
Adam was doing okay. He figured for a guy stuck in Hell (possibly for all eternity), he was holding together pretty well. There was just some confusion over the computer.
"If we can get a signal down here, could we send messages to Earth?" Adam asked.
"And who were you planning on sending messages to?" Lucifer drawled, his human manifestation sprawled out against one of the corner cage walls. That was another thing that confused Adam. This wasn't their 'true' form he was seeing.
When Michael first appeared to him, he had been pure light. His presence had been so bright and heavy it'd felt both like staring directly at the sun and, somehow, being surrounded by it. Michael had later told him it was a miracle he'd been able to look upon him at all. Apparently, it was common for people to burn their eyes out when directly looking at them outside of a vessel. The Winchester blood that'd made it possible for him to be a vessel for Michael period must have saved him.
This meant he'd seen Michael before and had at least an idea of what an Angel could look like through human eyes. He also thought he'd caught a few glimpses of Lucifer when he was still torturing Sam. But he wasn't sure if what he'd seen was accurate after so long. Or if what he'd seen at the time had been distorted by Michael back then, trying to keep him coddled up within his…well, wings in an attempt to keep the awful things happening in front of him from view. As if not seeing Sam's torture made him any less aware of it happening. In some ways, the not seeing, the not knowing, was worse.
Lucifer's image—if his sneaked looks had been accurate—gave off the opposite impression of Michael's. If Michael was the sun, then the Devil was a black and oily hole, primed and ready to suck off or destroy any of the light that wandered near.
Adam wondered if Lucifer stayed in this humanoid form lately (despite his proclaimed hatred for the species) because he hated what had become of his original form or if it would be presumptuous of him to believe he chose to look that way to ease any discomfort Adam might've once shown at his true but now contaminated, visage.
Surely, the Devil would prefer for him to be uncomfortable? No matter how well they seemed to get along, it made little sense for Lucifer to play nice with the vessel of the brother he'd set out to kill. He'd never question such things out loud, though. Or admit to his confusion regarding the…Angel? Archangel? Devil…? Oh—whatever classification he considered himself now. Adam figured as long as he wasn't getting tortured, the status quo was best kept as it was.
"I don't really have anyone to message," he replied, remembering Lucifer's question after way too long a pause.
"Not even the Winchesters? They're your family, after all." Lucifer said it with little inflection, not at all as if he was intending mockery. But Lucifer knew he hated to be reminded of his blood ties to the brothers and how little such a tie had come to mean. Sometimes, Adam thought Lucifer missed Sam, and that was why he always brought them up when they were no longer a necessary topic of conversation.
"You know, very well, I wouldn't wanna talk to them, even if I could. They already know I'm down here. What else am I gonna say to 'em? 'Hey guys, it's your brother—you know, Adam? The guy you left in Hell? Yeah, remember him? That's me.' Nope—not at all interested in having that conversation. I was speaking in hypotheticals. Like, does social media work down here? Could we actually, like… set up a Facebook page or write a blog and call it "The Hell-Cage Experience? That would probably get a lot of page views even if nobody took it seriously."
"Yeah…I didn't understand half of what you said right there, but the computer should be capable of everything it was when it was on Earth. Of course, if you order something, we're obviously not getting it. I learned that lots of humans used that machine or ones like it to acquire food."
"Yeah." Adam brushed his hand through his hair, mentally shaking his head again at the added absurdity to this already mind-breaking situation. What was his life that he was having a casual conversation about computer usage with the Devil? In literal Hell? Adam needed to get over this. He was starting to sound like a broken record.
Music suddenly started playing from the computer for the first time since the device had appeared. Although Michael's human manifestation (an almost duplicate of himself with an added Angel aura) didn't jump or display any sign of startlement, the place where his wings would be visual when displayed distorted and, for a moment, the room became slightly breezy, portraying the Angelic version of the same thing.
Adam didn't recognize the song but could admit it was catchy. What was Michael even watching? He could admit to being a little jealous that he didn't have his own computer down here to whittle the time away—If Lucifer was going to insist on ignoring the laws of reality and physics by having a working computer down here, couldn't he have at least gotten them all one? Why was Lucifer even letting Michael hoard the thing in the first place if Lucifer had it brought here for himself? No way was he about to ask, though. Not for his own computer or about whatever his Angel companion was watching.
Lucifer had no such compunctions, of course. In fact, looking at that human face, which showed his emotions maybe a little too well, Adam would say the Devil looked a little too much like the cat that had captured the canary but wanted to play more with it before he ate it. Adam was instantly suspicious.
"Sooo…what's that you're looking at, Michael?" Lucifer asked, sounding almost like he already knew and just wanted to hear the answer aloud. The whole thing made the human nervous, and he wasn't even sure why.
Adam glanced back at Michael. He didn't seem horrified, angry, or any other emotion the human might've expected if some joke or prank had been pulled on him like he had every other time Lucifer had gotten the better of him while down here. In fact, if he had to guess based on familiarity with his own facial expressions, he would say Michael looked curious.
"It appears to be a live performance of the Winchester Gospel," Michael said. As if that simple sentence alone was self-explanatory.
"A live performance of…what?" Why were the Winchesters being mentioned again? And by Michael of all people. His Archangel roommate usually agreed with Adam that it was best they weren't discussed. The topic had negative connotations for them all. It only led to bad moods and tension.
Suddenly unable to hold back his own curiosity, Adam deduced that it was safe enough to leave his claimed corner of the cage to approach. It was only Michael, after all. He'd already spent a lot of time cuddled up within his wings. He'd felt what it was like to have that being inside him: for some moments, what it was like to share all thoughts and feelings with another without walls separating their personhood. There might as well be no more boundaries left between them to break.
Once he was practically on top of Michael—trying to get a good look at the screen he'd become affixed to—the Archangel, still perfectly attuned to him and his needs from their joining, moved the computer from his lap to in front of him and bundled him into the cleared space. Now, nothing stopped him from getting a good view of the computer. He was a lot more comfortable, too.
It only took him a couple of minutes to register what he was seeing. An 'understanding' of what he'd seen didn't end up following close behind.
There on the screen, clear as day, were Sam and Dean. At least he was pretty sure it was Sam and Dean. If not, these people were dead wringers, and…. wait, no…that was their Impala. It was definitely them.
"What the fuck am I even watching right now?"
"Weren't you listening? Michael said it was a live performance of the Winchester Gospel."
Adam jumped slightly at hearing Lucifer's voice suddenly coming from behind him. He hadn't even noticed him move. He'd been too distracted by the video—whatever it was supposed to be. Michael rested his cheek on his forehead and held him tighter as if trying to offer comfort.
"Yes, I heard him," Adam answered, trying not to sound too smart or snappish (just because Lucifer had, so far, respected Michael's demand to leave him alone, that didn't mean he was going to push it by being purposefully rude) "I just don't know what you mean by Winchester Gospel. Do you mean the prophecy that said they were supposed to be your vessels for the Apocalypse? What does a…, um, TV show?—with them in it—have to do with that?"
"The Winchester Gospel isn't the prophecy, exactly. Not in the way that you're thinking, anyway. But I guess you could call it that since it was written by a prophet."
"Prophet?" That was the first he'd heard about them. Adam supposed he shouldn't be surprised that prophets were real, too, since it seemed pretty much every other imaginary thing had turned out to be.
"Prophets are humans born with the ability to read and understand God's word. The Winchester Gospel was the written version of the Winchester's story leading up to the Apocalypse. A prophet would have been able to see it himself for documentation purposes; think of a modern-age Bible with the brothers smack-dab at the center of it."
Adam tried to take in this information while being distracted by the scene of a horrified Sam screaming up at his girlfriend as she burned to death pinned to the ceiling.
Yikes.
He wasn't particularly fond of either Winchester right now, but they did get the shitty end of the stick, didn't they? The people around them, or in any way connected to them, seemed to die in rather gruesome ways.
"Wait," he said, realizing something. "If it's like a new-age Bible written by a human, does that mean it's available for anybody to read the same way the actual Bible is? And if it's about the Winchesters and the Apocalypse, we're all in it, too, right? Even me?"
"I am soooo glad you asked," Lucifer replied. It didn't escape Adam's notice that he sounded practically giddy. He moved to where Adam could see him, shooting him a wide smile (frightening) before he huddled beside them and took control of the computer.
Lucifer exited the TV show—which had continued on to another episode—with a casual, "We can watch the rest of that later," and typed something into the Google search bar. Seeming to find what he was looking for with a satisfied "ah, ha," Lucifer turned the computer back around. "See for yourself."
Adam had been briefly distracted by wondering why Michael hadn't fought for the computer when Lucifer grabbed it but focused again as soon as he processed what he was looking at.
"What on Earth? Are you fucking serious!?"
"Well, we're certainly not on Earth anymore…" Lucifer started, but Adam wasn't listening.
The website the Devil had switched to seemed to be some sorta fan-made page. The background was all black, the continuing image of pentagrams a recurring theme. There was a banner with a picture of the Impala in it and a stylized font spelling out the word 'Supernatural' over the top of it.
There appeared to be books for sale on the site with the same series title. Was this supposed to be the Winchester Gospel? These books looked like cheap drugstore romance-novel-trash… Much like the kind Adam's mother would buy and sneak into the cart and then hide under her mattress when they got home. They were one of the only splurges she made for herself. Kate Milligan never realized that her son snuck into her room when she wasn't home (often) to read those secret books. It was the closest sometimes Adam could get to porn before he'd had his own computer at home. These books couldn't be as important as the Bible: Not looking like this.
He reached out and scrolled over to an icon titled 'characters,' determined to answer his question on whether he was included in this trash.
Did he even want to be?
No, not really.
But the idea of being forgotten, not just by the people who'd claimed him as family but by the entire world, instilled a sudden existential dread.
It took scrolling through tons of names he didn't even recognize to finally find his own, and it was with a strange mixture of relief and trepidation that he clicked on it.
A page with a picture of himself and some general information popped up—which was weird enough, but he could get over it; he was most disturbed by the info section and its accuracy despite the brevity.
"Apparently, I'm only in about four episodes of this show and two books. But one of my main appearances doesn't count because it was a ghoul pretending to be me, and the other doesn't because it was Michael. That's bullshit!"
Adam wasn't even sure why he was mad. It's not like he wanted people to be able to watch his life unfold. As he continued to look through his character page, though, he couldn't help but feel robbed—or like he was being made a mockery of somehow.
"Yawn. This is getting boring now."
Lucifer took control of the computer back, and Adam let him, unsure where else to go and not sure he even wanted to see more. He had the sneaking suspicion that being bombarded with this crap had been Lucifer's intent all along and that he and Michael were just along for the ride. 'Why' Lucifer wanted to watch, read, or interact with any of this was beyond him. Maybe he just wanted to watch himself, but Adam didn't think it would be fun to watch the events of their last year or so re-enacted when it was already such a misery experiencing them.
"It'd take forever to read through these books or watch the show. I'm sure none of us want to spend all our time staring at Sam and Dean's ugly mugs, no matter how limitless it currently is. Sooo…I say we check out some of this fan content first. Music videos, fanfiction, blogs, pairings: I don't even know some of these terms, but they all sound interesting. Humans come up with some of the most depraved—"
"Fanfiction!?" Adam practically yelped, interrupting what was sure to be another 'humans suck' rant from Lucifer he wasn't quite in the mood to withstand. Adam hadn't even given a thought to fanfiction. An old friend of his had been obsessed with Star Trek to near insanity and had introduced him to the concept by forcing him to read a story they'd written using the show's characters. Adam had learned a lot about his friend that day, and he'd never been able to watch an episode of Star Trek with a clean mind again. It had made his mother's erotica seem like child's play.
"Well, that's an interesting reaction," was all Lucifer had to say. Damn it! He should've controlled himself better. Adam could already see the cursor heading towards that 'cursed' word.
"Wait! You really don't want to…see any of that…" Adam trailed off, seeing Lucifer was no longer paying attention to him. Michael's eyes were still glued to the computer, and Adam wondered if he'd glanced away from it even once since it'd appeared down here.
"So 'fanfiction' is 'fan' stories written by fans about certain characters and events. I don't see the problem here. What wouldn't I want to see?"
"Weren't you just saying, 'Humans come up with some of the most depraved—' and so on? You telling me you can't imagine what could be terrible about stories possibly written about 'our' lives?"
Adam knew he shouldn't be saying this even as it came out of his mouth. It'd be smarter to let Lucifer think the topic is dull. Maybe part of him wanted Lucifer to suffer what he'd once had to endure. Then again, the Devil had a strange sense of humor. He was just as likely to find the whole thing amusing. What the fuck did Adam know? He'd almost suspect torturing him, and Michael, with fanfiction, was actually part of his motive here if it weren't for his seemingly ignorant confusion on the topic. If Adam had learned anything, it was that Lucifer was manipulative. But he never lied.
"Depraved?" Lucifer asked with new interest, his face inching closer to the screen.
Yeah.
He wasn't faking that.
Adam resigned himself to the inevitable and braced for impact. Being a minor 'character' might be his only saving grace here.
"I wouldn't get too excited. Don't say I didn't warn you when you find something you don't like," Adam warned. Lucifer getting pissed off would benefit none of them.
"Oh, I see. So, this is where pairings come into play. I wonder…"
Adam caught Lucifer's glance at him out of the corner of his eye and the following smirk. So much for that 'saving grace'. He was clearly Lucifer's first target.
"You were so upset about not having many appearances. About being the unimportant brother—the spare—even here."
"Brother—" Michael finally chipped in again, and Adam recognized his warning tone. Lucifer sure liked to kick below the belt and, not so surprisingly, play with fire.
Adam tried to control his face enough so his scowl wasn't obvious, but had a feeling he'd failed spectacularly. He snuggled further into Michael's arms—his only comfort down here—and felt his body relax when the Angel squeezed him even tighter.
Thankfully, Lucifer only rolled his eyes and mumbled what Adam was sure was 'so sensitive' before continuing with his clicking, undeterred.
"Well, look at that! Most of the 'fanfiction' here involves you and Michael in a sexual or romantic relationship. Wow, big brother! Never thought I'd see you degrade yourself this way. Even if it's only in a piece of fiction written by humans."
Michael's posture straightened, and he could almost imagine the look of contempt he'd be sending Lucifer even with his back to him. Adam rubbed the Angel's arm, attempting to return comfort and calm.
"Not that I can blame the humans for speculating about how you two act. You're way too soft on your vessel, Michael. You might as well glue him to your side and be done with it."
"If I wanted your opinion, I'd ask for it."
Lucifer hummed and continued messing with the computer.
"Here's an interesting summary: 'Michael has a boner but doesn't know what to do with it. Adam teaches him one of the pleasures of being human.'"
Adam cringes but isn't surprised. Yeah, that was to be expected. Adam supposed it also made sense that any fan-made material would focus on him in conjunction with Michael. He was the 'character' he'd interacted with the most. He'd literally been inside him (yes, he could grasp the erotic implications).
Adam snuck a look at Michael, relieved to see he looked more confused than angry. He thought about what he wanted to say.
"You realize you've probably been paired up with everybody at least once yourself, right? You're too important. You probably had plenty of 'screen time' or 'page-time,' or whatever the fuck we're going with here."
"And why should it bother me what humans write about me?"
"Well, as you've probably gathered, most of it is porn. Here, let me see the computer for a minute?"
Lucifer arched an eyebrow at him but pushed it over. Adam was clearly being humored; he hoped he could find what he had in mind.
It was easier than it should've been to navigate the website. And it took less time than it should've to find something inflammatory.
"Look at this," Adam said, passing the computer back. Adam took a perverse amount of pleasure in the blank expression that came over Lucifer's face as he realized what he was reading. Adam might not agree with most of Lucifer's anti-human dogma. But he could get behind his belief in their depravity. The human imagination could be downright vile.
"Did you want to read the summary of that one out loud? Or maybe you'd like to check out the story itself." Adam hoped Lucifer didn't call his bluff and actually attempt to read what he'd found. Adam had no desire to hear such things and was sure Michael would find it equally traumatizing. It might even have Michael agreeing with Lucifer about humans being disgusting and all deserving to die. Now that he was thinking about it… showing Lucifer such a thing and daring to taunt him might not have been such a good idea.
"We're moving on to something else. There's nothing of value to see here," Lucifer growled. His hands were clenched, and his eyes glowed a burning red. If Lucifer had had laser vision, the computer would be a smoking, charred pile of unworkable parts.
Adam relaxed.
Lucifer was clearly pissed, but it wasn't at him.
"How about some videos, or… Oh, here's a fan song."
The look on Lucifer's face now scared Adam. More than the one he'd given the computer after reading the summary of the story that ‘must not be named or explained.'
A tune started up, and Adam frowned at the almost immediate mention of Sam and Dean. Adam wasn't sure what he was supposed to be waiting for. Lucifer was watching him with what could only be anticipation. It was clearly an Apocalypse song, and he could only assume he'd be getting a mention. It was nearing the chorus when he heard the first hint of himself: a mention of the writers forgetting someone. He just knew that had to mean him.
And then he heard the actual chorus.
"We are never ever saving Adam ever!? Really?"
Someone had written an actual song about how forgettable he was. Sam and Dean's perspective added extra sting to already painful mockery. Was this all he was to anyone who knew his story? An unremarkable, unimportant joke.
It was one thing for Lucifer to tease him: Lucifer was just being Lucifer. And this was obviously his revenge for managing to make him uncomfortable. It was a separate issue to know his fellow humans could think so little of him when he'd only ever tried his best to be respectable. When he'd been willing to give his body over to do what he'd believed to be right. When he'd only wanted to see his mother and now might never be reunited with her again.
Lucifer smiled at his reaction. But Michael, who'd always been so unnaturally attuned to his emotional state, straightened up. He flared his wings in a way that made his presence seem towering and finally put in his two cents.
"While I'm not averse to studying the Gospel—as it may have answers to our current predicament and shine a light on what has been happening among the host since I have been gone—I have to protest this obvious targeting of Adam for your sick entertainment. I've told you time again that my vessel is off limits."
"And you haven't seen me lay a finger on him. Have you?" Lucifer sneered. Adam wondered if this would escalate into another 'bitch-fight-argument.' (Man, was he glad Michael wasn't currently paying attention to his thoughts.) Experiencing more of this Winchester-based crap didn't appeal to him in the slightest: Not with how he'd been depicted. He wasn't much in the mood for listening to them go back and forth, either, for however long they'd decide to have a go.
"Can't we just decide on something that won't make any of us angry? Maybe get started on that learning Michael mentioned. Because he had a point, you know? There's a good chance we could learn about what's been happening while we've been down here. It hardly benefits us to be uninformed."
Some of Michael's tenseness relaxed, and a slight breeze from his wings told Adam they'd also been put away. Adam turned to look at Lucifer again.
"We could get info on what's been happening in Hell too." Adam's careful not to say what he's actually thinking: that Lucifer could see Sam again and learn how he's doing. Lucifer's obsession was one best not spoken of; he'd deny it anyway.
Both Angels agreed with Adam with only a little grumbling and a couple murmured insults from Lucifer that Adam pretended not to hear. Lucifer was just upset they'd managed to ruin his fun.
Now that they had a plan, they just needed to put it into motion. Adam reached towards the computer again slowly, wondering if Lucifer would put up a fight about handing it over, but he shoved it at him instantly. Adam guessed Lucifer didn't want to have to put in the work if he couldn't fuck with them anymore. Adam wasn't about to complain.
Adam settled the computer into a position far enough from him so Lucifer could still see the screen. It'd been paused on the YouTube video for the song he'd been so hurt by. With a quick type of 'Supernatural mvs' in the search bar, it directed him to other options. Lots of options! Man, this show was popular. He hardly knew where to start.
Adam clicked on a couple random vids but got nothing out of them beyond further confirmation of Sam and Dean's life sucking, their codependent relationship, and the strange homoerotic tension between Castiel and Dean which the fans not only noticed but seemingly loved.
"Well, those weren't very helpful. Why don't we look up some videos focusing on the Angels."
Adam did so, and this time hit paydirt. These videos focused a lot more on the Angels and what they'd been up to. Some of it was hard for him to follow without the context, but he was focusing on trying to absorb everything until—
"You killed Gabriel?" Michael didn't yell, but his voice seemed to boom and almost shake the cage from being so powerful. The grip Michael still had around him was equally strong. Adam was grateful he couldn't actually die down here. And that he didn't need to breathe. Otherwise, the hold would have already suffocated him. Adam tried to pay attention to what Michael was actually saying.
Gabriel?
Right, Gabriel.
Apparently, Lucifer had killed him.
The video was still going, but nobody was paying it any mind. He reached a hand out to pause it, trying not to attract the attention of either of them. Michael was angrier than Adam had ever seen him. Adam trusted Michael to not want to hurt him, but that didn't mean he couldn't end up collateral damage. His ribs could attest to that.
Would this be the inciting incident? The thing to finally turn them to violence? Adam supposed Lucifer's response might be the determining factor.
Lucifer looked surprised. Adam wondered if he'd forgotten that he'd killed Gabriel or if he simply assumed nobody would ever find out.
"It wasn't Gabriel's place to interfere. He helped Sam and Dean get away, kept waving his Angel Blade around in my face, and seemed very protective of the humans, above all else. He'd clearly been down on Earth too long and became too accustomed to their ways. What else would you have had me do?"
"Maybe not kill your brother. You were always Gabriel's favorite: The only one to enjoy his pranks. The only one who could understand his jokes. You taught him to fly. Even during our fights, he never once took sides. He had to know you were in the wrong, but his love and worship for you prevented him from ever truly standing against you. Were you truly incapable of subduing him long enough for you to get away? You couldn't appeal to him… or talk him down—someone who once loved you that much?"
Lucifer, for once, appeared lost for words. (Talk about family drama. And he thought his issues with his own were bad.) Adam suddenly had a lot of questions he'd never thought to ask: What happened to an Angel when they died? Did they stop existing? Did they have their own afterlife? Was it better than here? He supposed it had to be.
There was still no answer from Lucifer. Adam knew better than to dare ask any of his questions now. His mouth would stay firmly shut while letting them sort this out. No way was he getting in the middle of this.
"Your silence might as well be an admission of guilt." Michael was trying his best to sound all-commanding and unemotional. The bond between him and Adam that let Michael perceive what he was feeling, however, worked both ways. Right now, he was feeling a grief Adam hadn't yet felt from him before. Not even their fall into the cage had elicited such an emotional response; he'd mostly just been angry then.
"Like you're squeaky clean being Dad's loyal soldier. You'd have killed him yourself if it'd been an order from God. Just like you threw me down here on his orders. You're the last person who'd have any right to lecture me on betrayal: on family loyalty." Lucifer sneered again as he practically spat the words.
Michael glowered and shot right back: "Your actions led to me striking you down—not just God. If you'd just listened—"
"—Here we go again: 'If you'd only just listened and followed orders like every other Angel, we wouldn't be in this situation right now. If you'd only just listened and been a good puppet soldier, none of this would've happened,'" Lucifer mocked with a roll of his eyes. "Don't take any accountability for your own mistakes. The 'Great and Powerful Archangel Michael' doesn't make mistakes. He's just Daddy's perfect boy. Well, it doesn't seem like he's coming down here to rescue you, does it? God has abandoned you too! Despite your enduring loyalty and stupidity."
"Faith is not stupid," Michael retorted. "And must you insist on talking poorly of our father?"
"He's the reason we're both down here, Mikey. The reason we're all down here. Apparently, he doesn't care about your vessel, either—despite insisting we prioritize these humans above all else. What excuse can you even give for that, huh? Are we meant to believe that he just… what? Didn't notice our Apocalypse: Didn't notice one of his Archangels dying and another falling into the cage? 'He who supposedly sees all'? What's more likely? That he hasn't realized or doesn't care? About any of us."
Adam didn't much appreciate being brought up in this conversation, especially when said conversation was a reminder that nobody seemed to care that he was here (aka: In Hell). Secretly, though, while he'd never tell Michael, he agreed somewhat with Lucifer; God didn't seem invested in any of them. One of the things that had brought him closer to Michael—that had made him sympathetic—had been his…well, 'toxic' relationship with his father. Even easier to empathize with was Lucifer's hatred towards that same father due to a disillusionment Michael had yet to overcome.
"We're down here to pay penance," Michael shot back in defense. "Father is hardly going to reward failure."
"Well, he certainly doesn't reward loyalty. What's your human paying penance for? What did he theoretically do wrong in this scenario? He was just doing what he thought was right, wasn't he? Doing what you and the other Angels told him to?"
Michael seemed to struggle with this, and Adam tried peaking up at him to see if he could catch his expression. Adam was curious what excuse he'd come up with for this one, if any; he wouldn't even be mad at the insinuation that Adam could've done something deserving of spending an eternity down here when he'd managed to make it into Heaven before.
Michael's arms clenched around him again, but softer this time and without the anger. Adam didn't manage to get anything from his expression (Adam admitted to stupidity in hindsight; Michael's face was hardly a display of emotion, and there was no reason for this time to be any different), but Michael let out an almost audible sigh. His Archangel's emotions, unlike the rest of him, were anything but tame. Adam could feel the conflict and confusion as strongly as if they were his own.
Lucifer seemed to grasp from Michael's sudden silence that he'd scored his first point in this back-and-forth because he smirked, suddenly confident from this small but important victory. At any other time, Adam might have been amused and grateful that Lucifer was getting through to Michael on the whole 'God issue.' Right now, though, Lucifer trying to use this to distract from him having killed their brother and then throwing Adam into the argument made Adam furious.
'Screw it,' Adam thought, 'I'm done shutting up.'
"Look, obviously, none of us are having the time of our lives down here, but it doesn't really do to dwell on the whys and hows. We have to make the best of our situation while still being ready to take any chances that turn up to get out of here. This, right here—" Adam shook the laptop to remind them both that it was there. "—this is the closest we've gotten; the only information we have available."
Lucifer stared at him. He could sense he had Michael's attention as well.
"Michael's got a right to be mad. His brother's dead, and he's only just found out. Lucifer, you have a right to be mad too. About being stuck here again, I mean. But that doesn't mean you have to take it out on Michael since it wasn't even his fault this time. You told me, yourself, that fighting down here's pointless, so maybe stop trying to instigate one." Adam glared at Lucifer, trying to look braver than he actually felt. "And stop using me to antagonize Michael. It's hardly very creative of you."
"Your vessel's got bite, Michael. Real Winchester trait."
"Milligan," Adam corrected in further irritation. "Can we please just—" Adam shook the computer again in frustration. "We were really getting somewhere. Do you two wanna keep fighting about something neither of you can do anything about, or do you want to get educated? Cause I'm telling you, right now, if it turns out there was some way outta here we didn't know about that this did and we miss it, I'll find a way to make the both of you regret it…" Adam took another look at the both of them as they stared at him—Lucifer with an arched brow and Michael curiously—and felt his temporary bravery abandon him.
"…somehow," he muttered in a much weaker, lower voice.
For some reason, his outburst seemed to kick the two of them into gear. Michael suddenly arranged the laptop and the both of them so he had better access to the controls while still having a firm grip on him. Adam wondered if it was a good idea for Michael to be in charge—given his previous immersion (more like obsession) with said computer—but Adam figured he'd already said his piece. For now, he just wanted to feel like he was accomplishing something.
Neither Lucifer nor Michael apologized, but Adam assumed by their behavior that it was implied. Lucifer, at least, would never lower himself enough to do so—and Adam knew Michael would never do it in front of Lucifer, who'd no doubt use it as an excuse for further mockery.
Sometimes, seeing the devastation that was their relationship made him happy about never being able to build anything real with his own brothers. If having siblings caused one this much pain and drama, maybe he was better off without them.
Michael continued with the video route since they'd already proven useful. (And Adam's heart did ache for Michael about the Gabriel situation. Of all the stories Michael had told Adam of Heaven, the ones involving the trickster Angel had been his favorite.)
These videos involved more Angel drama: Drama that Adam still lacked some context to entirely understand. He could tell it was bad, though. And not just from the tenseness and feelings Michael was projecting from their bond.
"Raphael is dead too," was Michael's next despondent comment. The hurt practically emanated from him at this point—a dark rolling cloud of misery over his usual sunny brightness.
"Well, you can hardly blame me for that one. I think Castiel might have single-handedly done more damage in these videos than I managed during our entire apocalypse escapade. I'd be in awe if it weren't so insulting." Lucifer certainly didn't look amused.
"Much as I hate to agree with you, there is something seriously wrong with that Angel. He seems incapable of following orders or respecting authority. There's no need to make light of our prophesized battle by referring to it as an escapade, though, Lucifer."
"Sure. Disrespect of authority. That's the problem." Lucifer's eyes rolled back so far in his head that Adam feared they'd get stuck that way. His sarcasm was so thick Adam could drown in it.
The videos kept going and kept getting progressively worse.
"At this point, the question we should be asking is if there are any angels left. Also…what's so special about Castiel that his death never seems to stick."
Neither Michael nor Lucifer appeared to like the implications. They both had to know the most likely reason for Castiel's constant revivals was God's favor. How Castiel could have earned said favor without trying when even Lucifer and Michael's fanatical bids to garner attention had resulted in radio silence, Adam didn't know. It just left the increasing impression of God being that crappy, absentee father Lucifer had painted him as, whether Michael was able to admit to it yet or not.
Purgatory, Soulless Sam, The Trials, The Angels Falling, The Mark of Cain, The Darkness: The hits never stopped. And…wait, was that supposed to be God? The guy writing the Winchester gospel and pretending to be a Prophet? What? When Michael and Lucifer said nothing, Adam decided to do the same. They either hadn't reached the same conclusion (noticed) or didn't want to discuss it and were ignoring it. Adam could get behind that.
"I can't believe I'm about to say this—feel free to slap me if I'm being ridiculous, 'cause I'm probably way out of line here—but…do you think maybe…we might actually be safer down here? Everyone up there seems to be cursed or something."
Apropos of nothing, without the slightest warning, Lucifer disappeared.
Adam stared at the now empty space. Gone. Just like that. Adam tensed and grasped onto Michael's arm around him, worried he or Michael might be next. Michael held on just as tight, also wary. Only after a few minutes of neither of them going anywhere did he lower his guard.
"Was it something I said?" Adam asked, suddenly feeling the need to whisper. "Did I jinx it?"
"Of course not. Lucifer must have been summoned."
"Who would or could summon Lucifer out of the cage?" He asked, then almost knocked himself out from the force of his own palm meeting face at his stupidity.
"Winchesters," both Adam and Michael ended up saying simultaneously.
"But why?" Adam asked.
"They must need an Archangel for something." And, boy, was Michael mad; the increased thunder and lightning noises from outside the cage evidence (representation) of his vast displeasure.
"They needed an Archangel, and they chose Lucifer?" That was dubious. Lucifer might help—especially if Sam was doing the asking—but he'd hardly do it for free. God knows what other mischief he'd get into while up there.
Given how they'd just been talking about a curse, there was also a good chance Lucifer would be killed. Adam felt weird thinking about it. Lucifer drove him crazy, and he was hardly a pinnacle of moral righteousness. But Adam would miss him. Adam had gotten used to thinking of Michael and Lucifer as his eternal companions. Now, one of them was gone. He couldn't help but grip Michael harder again, still slightly scared that he'd vanish, too, and Adam would be alone. That would be the end of his sanity right then.
"If the darkness destroyed the world…or whatever it is she does, would it affect us, too? Could Lucifer even defeat it?"
"Everything would be affected. The last time the darkness had to be shut away, it took the combined power of God and all four of his Archangels. Even then, it was still difficult and resulted in grievous injuries. I don't see how it could be accomplished unless God has returned to fight and decides to bring us all back."
Michael didn't even look hopeful while saying it, proof this new information and situation had him out of sorts. Adam just had to hope that if Michael was summoned, Adam would be taken as well. The Angel would still need a vessel, after all. Adam doubted Dean had suddenly changed his views on possession. Adam could also admit to jealousy at the idea of Dean taking his place in this instance. Dean hadn't wanted to be Michael's vessel, but Adam had been filling that role for so long now he no longer knew any other way to be.
"So what are we supposed to do now?"
"There's nothing we can do," Michael admitted reluctantly. Adam knew Michael hated feeling helpless and not being able to do anything. Michael hadn't known a day of idleness until he found himself here. Adam had promised himself if they ever escaped, he'd insist on a vacation. They both deserved one, and there were so many places Adam had never gotten to see while alive that he thought Michael might get some pleasure from now.
"We should be on our guard, though, I'm guessing?"
Michael nodded against his back.
For a moment, Adam wanted to say, 'screw this,' and hide again in his angel companion's wings as he had so long ago. To forget everything and make that feathery embrace his entire world. It was strange, almost, how that seemed like a simpler time. It certainly hadn't seemed simple at the time.
"You just wanna watch some more of this Supernatural crap? It won't take our mind off anything, but I'm sure there's still much to learn. Why don't we look up some videos about ourselves? I'm sure we must have at least a few. Oh, and your brothers! We could find some about them too. See what they'd been up to before…well, just before. I hope this computer doesn't run out of power. Now that I'm thinking about it, it already should've run out if it was going to. You'd been messing with it for days before we'd even commented. I'm not even going to ask what had you so engrossed." Adam knew he was babbling but also knew Michael wouldn't mind. He'd told Adam before that he liked knowing what Adam was thinking but had difficulty figuring it out.
Adam rearranged himself again until he was comfy and brought YouTube back up. He was determined not to think about their imminent demise, the possibility of Michael disappearing, Lucifer being dead, or the Winchesters (despite them being prominent in everything and, therefore, impossible to ignore).
No.
None of those things existed right now. Adam and Michael were watching fiction. Pieces of a TV show. It had nothing to do with their lives at all. If he thought of it that way…maybe it would make these viewings easier to bear? Put less of a strain on his heart and his mind.
Adam took a deep breath, ready to start the next set of videos.
"You ready?" He asked Michael.
"It's only pragmatic to learn all we can. You said something similar yourself."
"Okay, what have I said about using my own words against me?"
"To not do so. Though I'm slightly confused about whose I should be using if not yours."
Adam sighed and shook his head.
Angels.
Hopeless.
All of them.
"Let's just get watching."
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How you meet Michael - Cordelia
Summary: On Michaels first day off since working with Dean and Sam he goes for a walk and sees you playing in the water with your sisters. When he noticed that you were staring at him he investigates and finds a new purpose to fight for. A soulmate.
Pairing: Michael/reader, Michael/witch
Disclaimer: soulmate au
Soulmate au: God created a soulmate for each one of his children. For angels finding their soulmate is one of the most honorable tasks they could achieve due to the amount of luck they must have since the soul of a human mate can be sent to earth at any time during the existence of humanity. But when an angel does meet their other half their loyalty to god switches to their mate, protecting them at all costs. Feelings such as love and lust are only acceptable and archivable for angels when they meet their soulmate and that only to the mate too so acts of unloyalty or cheating don’t exist in their world.
The sun was shining brightly, and the shimmering hues it created were being deflected into the ocean, giving it the beautiful blue color that resembled his wings. Massive, shiny, and paired in six, three on each side. Each one of them is bigger than the lower one. For humans invisible but for you strangely that wasn’t the case, not that you knew that you weren’t supposed to see them.
At first, you were sure he was a freak who didn’t know that Halloween is in October and not in late July but the more you watched the man the more you were sure he wasn’t normal. You asked your youngest sister “Goldie, do you see that?”. While your sister held her gaze in the same direction as you, she didn’t notice anything out of the blue. You frowned, sensing that the man wasn’t just walking around with wings for no reason. Just as you were to turn your back on him and shift your attention to the volleyball you have been playing with in the water, his eyes met yours.
Something about the way he looked at you made you feel vulnerable as if he could read you like a book. And of course, you didn’t know, he could. His eyes wandered, to your dark eyes, your long black hair that was neatly up in a bun, the small silver necklace you wore that had a small star engraved in it, to your blue bikini that matched the color of the water you were in. His color.
His grace flutters and so does his wings. A small yet deep sensation erupts inside of the brown-haired archangel as he looks at you. Your stare didn’t go unnoticed by him, he wasn’t sure why you would give him your attention, maybe you had a sixth sense that could detect supernatural beings, maybe you just found his vessel attractive, or maybe you were that something that was missing.
He could just look into your mind but what would be the purpose of that if you were just a mortal, after all, a lower being? But the feeling didn’t vanish, the feeling of want and need that he felt for the first time since his creation, something he shouldn’t feel.
At first he just wanted to take a walk, take a good look at Earth, the creation his father loved so much. Free time wasn’t something he had a lot when working and living with Sam and Dean in the bunker but when he did have it he tried to spend it wisely. Even if time was something that he had plenty enough of, in the long run that is, as an immortal being.
His feet moved on their own, going down the marble stairs where he had been stopping and walking closer to the beach, his wings folded neatly behind him as he moved.
At the same time, your movement changed too, your eyebrows raised as he came closer. Maybe he was one of your customers at the shop yet that couldn’t be since you remember every single one of your customer's faces or spiritual power. You excused yourself from your sisters, walking out of the water to the nearby beach shop that sold drinks and snacks. As you are about to enter his voice interrupts your busy mind that was occupied with finding out who he could be.
“You are different,” he said. The way he spoke made you shiver, cold and calculated yet so soft. Turning around to him your eyes wander from his sapphire eyes to his wings again. His eyes were fixated on you and as he noticed that your gaze wandered to the space behind him, to his muscles that were his pride and joy the corners of his lips slowly turned up and he gave you his hand to shake.
“My name is Michael,” he said now in a much gentler tone, warm and friendly. You shook his hand, not knowing the future you have been setting for yourself with that move, and answered
“Call me Cora”.
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Free the Bird from its Gilded Cage
Synopsis: Lucifer would tell anyone who asked his greatest regret was letting humanity eat the apple. Better than admitting what he really regretted.
Notes
Golly gee good thing affairs didn’t exist back then huh!
In which Lucifer’s tism hurts his best friend, the fic.
I think I can tag this as Edenpoly considering the conversation between Lucifer and Lilith.
I give my greatest thanks to my good friend Hat who uttered the phrase “I raise a glass to the friend you could have been and drink to the monster you became” (Or something of the sort) which has not left my brain 2 years later.
No shade on other people’s depictions of the ancient archangels. I love good archangels as much as you guys but… this is very much bashing.
I’m so sorry Michael. And Azrael, and every single angel who’s characters I butcher in this AU. It’s not you guys I swear.
God on the other hand fuck you I’m not sorry.
I have been told by many people irl that I have religious trauma. I didn’t think I did but fuck it we ball.
I am so sorry this came out late but I had two assignments and I'm moving houses, I'll try not to have a repeat.
Word count: 1957
Fic under cut!
Lucifer felt Lilith before he saw her, the first woman’s aura screaming frustration and hurt louder than the tears in her eyes.
She was sitting under an aspen tree with her legs tucked to her chest.
Lucifer didn’t need to guess why she was upset; it could really only be one thing these days.
“Adam did something again, didn’t he.”
Lilith huffed and lifted her head to meet Lucifer’s gaze, “We fought, again. He still doesn’t get it.”
Lucifer sighed and sat down next to the first woman, not for the first time the little voice in his head bemoaned Adams chronic inability to listen to anyone other than God. It was really starting to cause problems in Eden.
“He’ll regret it.”
“He always does, but he still does it.”
Lucifer nodded, “He needs to learn that God isn’t right about everything,” His siblings would murder him if they knew he was spreading this kind of blasphemy, “But I do agree, it’s a little irritating.”
“It is!” Lucifer jerked as Lilith stood up abruptly and began to pace, “He’s great most of the time don’t get me wrong, but he’s just increasingly growing more and more insufferable! It’s like every time he gets better he just goes straight back to being worse!”
“Truly the trials and tribulations of the first humans.”
“I just wish he would listen to me! Not some stuck up self-important know it all who thinks I’m worthless.”
Lucifer wisely held back the instinctive defence of the Creator, “Especially when you are so much more than that.”
Lilith seemed to finally run out of steam, falling back into Lucifer’s arms and holding him tightly, “I hate this… I hate him.”
“No, you don’t.”
“No, I don’t… I hate the man God wants him to be.”
“I hate that man too,” Lucifer admitted, “I hate how he hurts everyone.”
Because it wasn’t just Lilith that was left hurting. Lucifer hated how he was losing track of the near silent breakdowns of Adam’s.
God created humanity different from the grand design, and every day Lucifer loathed that fact more and more.
“He’s going to win, that man.”
“Neither of us will let him.”
“He’ll let himself,” Lilith hissed right by his ear, the sound sending a shiver down Lucifer’s spine, by the choirs that felt good “Adams an idiot.”
“Yep!” Call Lucifer blasphemous, but he was so tempted to-
Lilith opened her mouth to say something, and Lucifer listened to the little voice in his head once again.
He caught her mouth with his own swiftly before pulling back, face flushing as he realised what he just did.
That was something only Adam and Lilith was supposed to do with each other.
Lilith blinked, taking time to process before giving her response, “Do that again.”
Lucifer didn’t need to be told twice.
The bark of the aspen tree was lit up by Lucifer’s wings as he pressed his lips to Lilith’s again.
And again.
And again.
Lucifer had never felt so good. He could see why Lilith and Adam like doing this. This felt so good.
- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -
It was hours until Lucifer disentangled himself from Lilith, still not having quite recovered from the experience. Sadly, he could feel the mental tug attached to his halo signifying his siblings wanting an audience with him. The last thing he wanted was to have them come down and see him with Lilith.
The moment he returned to heaven however, he had the distinct feeling that he might have messed up regardless.
Michael was pacing and muttering angrily under his breath, sharp sounds grating Lucifer’s awareness. When the archangel saw Lucifer, his wings physically bristled as he lunged forward and grabbed the Morningstar by the robe.
“You are so very fortunate that God was already growing tired of Lilith’s rebellion!”
“What?”
“Michael,” Lucifer turned to see Azrael landing nearby, “I highly doubt Lucifer knows what he has done, as impulsive as he is.”
“What? What happened,” Lucifer demanded, mantling his wings to make himself look larger as he stared down the other archangels.
“You don’t know?”
“Know what!”
“God decided to give the first man a new wife,” Michaels words cut through Lucifer’s anger and left only shock, “Made from his rib.”
“… what?”
“Yes, I had to tear it out myself,” Michael huffed, Lucifer noticed the dried red still dusting the angels gloves, “Adam tried to flee.”
“…”
“What Michael means,” Azreal shot the other a look, “Is that Adam didn’t take the information well, and saw it fit to attempt avoiding the situation entirely.”
“He was awake?!” Lucifer screeched “By the choir what is wrong with you two?!”
“It was the Creator’s wishes, none of us knew it would bring pain,” Azrael sighed, “However, it would encourage not repeating the situation…”
“It doesn’t matter anyway,” Michael scoffed, “The Creator ensured Adam wouldn’t remember.”
“It would taint him.”
“It would motivate him.”
“What?”
“Our Creator has decided to take a more… hands on approach in ensuring the situation does not repeat itself,” Azrael looked uncomfortable, “Xe employed the use of divine power to keep Adam and Eve from straying from the grand design.”
Lucifer took a step back.
Michael opened his mouth to say something, but Lucifer couldn’t hear over the roar of nothing in his ears.
No.
Nononononono.
Lucifer ran.
He broke into a sprint before diving back down to Earth, landing on the soft grass of Eden he looked around desperately.
“Adam!”
“Yes?”
Lucifer turned around as Adam’s figure came into view from behind a tree, “Adam-”
His eyes were gold.
Lucifer stumbled back as he took in the first man’s appearance, Adam’s eyes were no longer the colour of earth. The familiar dark brown orbs that bore the gold of honey and of leaves in the sun were gone. In their place was the brilliant gold of divinity, of heaven, the same gold of the-
The chain attached to his wrist.
Lucifer lunged forward and grabbed his friends arm, pulling him forward and running a hand along the softly glowing cuff on Adams wrist.
It was definitely the Creator’s doing.
“Adam what have they done to you.”
“Ah, apologies, but have we met before?”
Lucifer’s golden ichor froze as he looked back up to meet that accursed golden gaze, “What?”
“It is just that… you seem familiar with me, but I do not recall ever having met you. I apologize.”
Lucifer stepped back from the first man, “What.”
“Were you present for my creation? That day was such a blur I hardly recall all those present.”
“Adam- Adam look at me,” Lucifer grabbed Adam by the shoulder, staring desperately into those too gold, too inhuman, too holy eyes “Adam. You are my best friend. You remember me don’t you?”
Adam’s eyes flickered for a moment, that familiar beautiful earth brown peeking through for a moment before being swamped by heavenly gold.
“You are an angel; how could I ever be friends with someone of a higher status such as you?”
Lucifer wanted to cry.
The Creator truly was cruel.
“Are you alright, sir?”
Lucifer couldn’t do this.
Lucifer shoved Adam away and ran like a coward, stumbling through the bushes and past trees as he ran away from the puppet wearing his best friends face.
He didn’t even talk like Adam.
The Creator just stripped his best friend of everything that made him… him.
Lucifer collapsed under a willow tree as he sobbed into his arms.
He didn’t move for a long time after that.
- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -
Lilith found him in the dim of night, her eyes sharp and he teeth bared in a rueful grimace even as she took him into his arms.
“We’re not letting them get away with this. Not this time.”
A hot flame of righteous anger sparked in Lucifer’s heart as he held onto Lilith. She was right, this crossed a line.
Lucifer wanted to rush in, to steal Adam away and find a way to break that chain.
Lilith told him to wait, to watch and observe as she would.
“Right now, heaven does not know about our rebellion, if we move too quickly we will both be destroyed.”
She was right, of course she was. Lucifer hated it though.
They had to watch Adam go through the motions of what his life used to be. The way he would no longer wander the garden without reason.
He wouldn’t play with the animals anymore or sit and relax under the sun.
Lucifer almost broke the trunk of a tree when he saw Adam tear out a plant Gabriel considered ‘too imperfect for the garden’ even though Lucifer knew that it was Adams favourite flower.
That flame of anger grew every time that damned shackle glowed and chained Adams will.
It took a little time to figure out, but if there was one thing Lucifer was sure would free Adam and Eve, it was the apples of knowledge.
They had to.
Lucifer and Lilith also watched Eve through everything. She seemed meek through the control of the Creator, but in the few moments the attention of heaven faded and the gold in her eyes let a little bit of reddish brown through, they got to know her.
She was gentle and sweet to the animals but there was a steel in her spine.
She was vibrant and wild as she chased the cheetah’s around the garden or buried her head in a grizzly bears side.
Lucifer grew to love her in a way. As little of her as he could see. But she was the one the Creator paid less attention to, and why would xe? She is supposed to be subservient to Adam.
Lucifer shifted into the form of a snake and curled through the branches of the tree of knowledge as she came into view.
Showtime.
“Eve my dear, may I borrow your attention for but a moment?” Lucifer sing-songed, drawing the girls eye as she stopped at the base of the tree.
“What is it you require of me, snake?” Eve asked, Lucifer watched intently as the telltale hint of red brown filtered into her gaze, this was the shot he needed.
“The fruit of this tree, could you tell me how it tastes to you?”
The woman flinched back as if struck, and Lucifer’s eyes narrowed at her response.
“I couldn’t, God said-”
“And have you not wondered why xe demands such things of you? Have you not questioned why xe forbade this?” Lucifer hissed, snapping off an apple and letting it fall to the ground at Eve’s feet, “I know, and that is why I ask this of you.”
Eve’s will fought with Heaven for a moment as she picked up the apple, but she was not gone yet, “God said that if I ate the fruit, I would die.”
“And the Creator lies to you,” blasphemy dripped off of Lucifers tongue as he all but snarled at Eve, the white-hot flame of fury envenoming his words, “To eat the apple is not to die, but to be freed. To have your eyes opened to the truth around you.”
Eve held the apple in her hands, the reddish brown in her eyes traitorously present.
“How do you know I won’t die?”
“Because my dear, I have had my eyes opened long ago. To open them is a freedom the Creator keeps from you on purpose,” Lucifer hissed, “You will not die, of that I can promise.”
Eve bit into the apple, and the chains snapped under the weight of knowledge granted.
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Lilith-Lucifer-Michael Dynamics have officially consumed my brain alive, the trio ever potentially
There was no implication of the romance itself being prohibited so even if was weird I believe Michael would have been willing to learn, for Lucifer's sake.
Introducing his two most important people like (crosses fingers Please get alongPlease get alongPlease get along)
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imagine brothers force Michael to babysit Edna for a day. He obviously not a fan of this idea but then she placed into his arms. This little bundle of sunshine looks at him curiosly with her big eyes and makes cute baby noises, reaching out to him with her tiny hand and now he never wants to let her go. This baby is precious to him and he will protect her with his life! ❤️ ❤️
A/n: THATS SO CUTE 😩
He hated this, hated that he was forced to watch the offspring of Lucifer. Michael didn't quite understand the obsession Gabriel and now his father held for the child.
She was the child of two traitors after all, how can they trust her?!
And yet....
The moment you placed her in his arms with a tired yet grateful smile he couldn't help but understand the reason for the obsession because the moment the archangel looked into her eyes he saw nothing but love.
A bright smile plastered on his face as she reached for him. Her small hands placing themselves on his cheeks. When Michael looked into Edna's eye's he couldn't help but see Lucifer. Swallowing thickly, he blinked away the sudden tears as he then gave her a smile.
"How about I show you a spot that your father loved?!"
Edna's eyes went wide, though she couldn't help but let out an excited squeal.
Holding her tight, Michael gave her a smile as he started to walk off with the little girl in his arms, he decided now he would anything in his life to project this little girl. He knew the whispers from the elders, from Lute.
He'd keep her safe, no one would harm her.
No one.
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Fear Of The Known
Lucifer x Fem!Angel!Reader
|Chapter Nineteen|
Y/n was gently awoken by the soft caress of Lucifer's fingertips at her cheek. She slowly opened her eyes, smiling upon seeing him. Lucifer looked down at her with a warm grin, his voice was just as soft as his touch when he spoke.
"Good morning, dear. Sorry to wake you so early but, I wanted to ask you something." Y/n let out a soft but short yawn before rising to a sit. "Yes?" She asks, rubbing the sleep away from her eyes. "Charlie has been wanting for her and I to have a 'daddy-daughter breakfast.' We haven't done one in a while, and, Charlie wants to invite you to join us."
"Oh? Are you sure?' Y/n asks. She wouldn't want to intrude whilst Lucifer and Charlie were currently trying to repair their relationship. "More than." Said Lucifer. "You wouldn't want to miss out on my world famous pancakes, would you?"
Y/n chuckles lightly. "Alright. Just let me get ready." She stands from the bed and stretches her arms out. "We'll be in the gardens, join us when you're ready." Lucifer tells her before leaving the room, giving her privacy to start her day.
First, Y/n hopped in the shower. After she brushed her teeth, fixed her hair, put on one of her more casual dresses, and hurried down to the hotel lobby. As she entered, she was greeted by Angel Dust.
"Heya Y/n." He walks over to her. "What's got you up so early?"
"Lucifer wanted me to join him for breakfast in the gardens." Y/n's answer made Angel smirk. "You're getting awfully close to ol' Luci. Come on, when are you two gonna get together already?"
"Angel, please." Y/n hushes him. "It's not like that, Charlie will be there too."
"Please." Angel rolls his eyes. "I see the way you two look at each other. Everyone can, doll. It's obvious you love each other, so why not do something about it?" Y/n was silent for a brief moment.
"It's...a bit more complicated than that." She murmurs. "Oh yeah?" Angel crosses his arms, not buying it. "I mean it, Angel." Y/n tells him before giving a quick look around. She then speaks quietly.
"I do love him. But, it's not like I can just tell him that. I mean, Lucifer had been with Lilith for thousands and thousands of years. She is the mother of his child. I can never take her place. And...he still kept the ring. It's clear he still loves her. So...It's best if we just remain friends."
"I dunno. I haven't seen shortie treat anyone like he does you. He practically worships the ground you walk on. And let's not forget, you both are putting yourselves at risk with Heaven just because you two couldn't stand to be apart. If that ain't love, I dunno what is!" Angel continues. "Trust me, he's just as smittin' for you as you are about him. Now, go get you some!"
"Good day, Angel!" Y/n walks ahead briskly, ignoring the arachnid's laughter as she grew further away.
Y/n made it to the garden, Lucifer and Charlie were there in the gazebo waiting for her. "Hi, Y/n." Charlie greets her. "I'm so glad you could join us this morning."
"I'm glad you invited me, thank you." Said Y/n as she steps up into the gazebo and took a seat next to Lucifer. The three shared a nice breakfast together and talked about nothing in particular. But every now and then, Charlie and Lucifer would recall moments of doing things similar to this in the past.
Y/n could only imagine how they were some years ago. A small, but happy family, making the best of their lives in the worst place to be. Telling how Lucifer and Charlie spoke, there was no doubt that the love they all had for each other was strong.
And as happy as Y/n was to know that Lucifer had such a strong bond with his daughter and ex-wife, she could help but feel a twinge of ache in her heart.
"Oh, Y/n I meant to ask." Charlie's voice snapped Y/n out of her thoughts. "Mine and Vaggie's anniversary is this week, and I was hoping you could help me find something super nice for her."
"Are you sure you want me to help you? You know Vaggie far better than I do." Said Y/n. Charlie simply nods. "Yeah, well, I always have trouble picking out just one thing. And that's what Vaggie made me promise this time." She continues.
"Last year, I couldn't decide so I eventually ended up buying up almost the entire shop. Needless to say, Vaggie was a bit overwhelmed. So, she made me promise, just one gift from each of us this year. But I've been back to the shop ten times already, and I still can't decide!"
"Well, if you really think I can help, then yes. I'll go with you." Charlie jumps up from her chair and hugs Y/n tight. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Y/n chuckles and hugs her back. She glances over at Lucifer, who had a pleased look on his face.
"I'll go grab my wallet and we can go!" Charlie hurries off before Y/n could get another word in.
"I'm glad you two are getting along." Said Lucifer after Charlie was out of earshot. "I am too. Charlie is one of a kind, you know?" Said Y/n. "She really makes the best of the worst. It's very admirable. You raised her well."
Lucifer chuckles, leaning back in his seat. "I had nothing to do with that. Charlie's just...well, like you said. One of a kind. I don't know what I'd do without her." Y/n smiled softly and placed her hand on his. "You're a great dad, Lucifer. I hope you know that."
Lucifer only smiled, and gently clutched her hand with his own.
"So there was this cute moth plushie. And then there was a really pretty necklace, so I thought about getting her that. But Vaggie isn't really much of a jewelry person. So then I thought about getting her a new bow. But, then again, she's pretty attached to the one I gave her. It's just...ugh! Why does deciding have to be hard?" Charlie whines lightly.
Y/n and Charlie were walking down the streets of Pride, as Charlie ranted about what she should get her girlfriend for the anniversary. They were on their way back to the hotel, after another uneventful search for a gift.
"Hm...Charlie? Have you thought about, instead of buying something for Vaggie. Maybe you could make her something? Those kinds of gifts always feel more special."
Charlie's eyes lit up, she grabbed Y/n's shoulders. "Y/n! That's perfect!" She says excitedly. "Oh but what should I make?"
"Maybe make her dinner? You can even pick some roses from the garden to give her." Y/n suggests.
"Yeah, I could do that! Thanks, Y/n!" Said Charlie before hugging Y/n tight.
"You don't have to thank me. I know that's just something I would like, if I were in a relationship." Said Y/n as she pats Charlie's back.
"Oh yeah, speaking of." Charlie started. "Are you and my dad like...you know?" Y/n froze, when she did not answer right away, Charlie pulled back to look at her.
"You can tell me, I won't judge." Charlie's words confused Y/n. "You're not upset? I-I mean, we're not but, it's just...I thought you'd be..."
Charlie smiles softly. "Y/n, I want my dad to be happy. And I can tell just how much you mean to him, and how much he means to you." Y/n couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Charlie." Y/n starts. "I do love your father. But, I would never try and replace your mother."
Charlie nods. "I know. Just because my parents are divorced doesn't mean I never want them to try and move on. Y/n, you don't need my blessing or anything. I'm not going to stop either of you from being together."
Y/n felt tears gathering in her eyes. "Oh...Charlie, thank you." Charlie hugs her again. "Besides, everyone has been dying to know what will happen between you guys."
Y/n sighs playfully. "So I've heard." The two separated and continued to walk. Y/n looked up at the sky, she felt as if weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Maybe...maybe it really would be ok to pursue a relationship with Lucifer.
She's loved him for so long, and was just too blind to see it. But now...now she could finally give in. She could tell Lucifer how much she loved him.
Just as Y/n went to look away from the scarlet sky, something bright caught her attention. She looked over to the Heaven portal, it shined brighter than it had before. Y/n narrowed her eyes, and just then...
Two angels descended from the portal.
Y/n's heart sank into the pit of her gut, she felt her breathing come to a grinding stop. She looked to Charlie.
"Charlie!" She cried. "Run-"
She just barely got the words out before a flash of black whooshed down past her. Y/n's eyes were forced shut as dust gathered in the air, once it cleared, Y/n was met with a horrifying sight.
A large scythe held against Charlie's neck, and the owner of the weapon looking down at her with a malicious grin.
"So, this is the Charlotte Morningstar? Nice to meet you, your majesty." Charlie could hardly process what was happening. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears, she could feel the cold blade of the scythe threatening to pierce the skin of her throat.
"Azrael..." Y/n spoke breathlessly. The angel of death looked at her. "And hello to you to, you little runaway."
Y/n's eyes were focused on the scythe and on Charlie, who was still in shock of what just happened. "Azrael...Please." Y/n said cautiously. "Let her go."
"Let her go?" Azrael repeats. "That entirely depends on what you choose to do next. Isn't that right, Michael?" Y/n heard the soft impact of Michael's landing from behind her. She turned, and was met with The Sword Of God himself.
"Y/n." Michael spoke, his tone just as monotone as his expression. "It's time for you to return to Heaven."
Charlie gasped, she went to make a move, but was quickly stopped by the Azrael as he pressed the scythe ever so slightly into her neck. Charlie growled, her eyes turning a crimson red. "You're not taking her away!"
"Calm down, princess. Wouldn't want to spill any of that royal blood, now would we?" Azrael smirked.
"Enough! You've made your point, let her go!" Y/n demands. "Do you not understand what will happen if you hurt her!?"
"We do." Said Michael. "But that matters very little to us. Lucifer has stolen one of God's angels, and for that, punishment is in order." Y/n gave him a perplexed look. "Punishment? Michael! Charlie has nothing to do with this!" Y/n exclaimed. "And Lucifer, stealing me away? I left on my own! I was not stolen! You know that, I left you a letter!"
A look of anger crossed Michael's face. "Indeed. But Lucifer should know better than anyone, of the laws of Heaven. You may have left on your own, but he kept you down here. And it's clear that you were not in your right mind, seeing as you stayed. You do not belong down here, you are an angel."
"Those laws are part of the reason I left!" Y/n spat. "Heaven and it's people constantly put Lucifer down, and dismissed him and his dreams over and over again. If you and the rest of those angels weren't so cruel, Lucifer would have never been exiled! And I would have never had to run away, just to be with him again." She went on.
"I thought you, Michael, would understand. How it felt to loose someone so dear to you, and never see them again."
"I do understand." Said Michael lowly. "But I can not abandon my responsibilities. I have an entire kingdom of souls to protect. I do miss my brother, but I can not throw away everything just for him. Lucifer had acted against Heaven and God, he knew what consequences he would face for doing so. And now, he is paying for it."
Michael's stare landed on Charlie. "But it seems he still hasn't learned." Y/n's eyes snapped back and forth between Michael and Charlie. "Michael...don't do this." Y/n begged.
"You know what you must do now, Y/n." Michael tells her. Y/n clenched her fists tightly, she exhaled shakily. "Alright, I'll go back."
"Y/n!" Charlie exclaimed. "You can't!"
"Charlie." Y/n started. "You're going to do great things with this hotel. You're going to save many souls, and improve so many people's lives. Never give up on your dream." She turned to face her. "Take care of your father, ok?"
"Y/n!"
Y/n unfolds her wings and flies up into the air, Michael and Azrael were close behind. Charlie could only watch as Y/n grew further and further away, until she disappeared into the Heaven portal.
Y/n was surprised to see that they had teleported to the outskirts of the city. She looked to Michael expectantly. "I'll take it from here, Azrael." He said to the other angel. Azrael nods before flying off into the distant city.
Michael's harden expression weakened slightly as he rose his hand and summoned two pairs of shackles, then turned to Y/n.
"What...what are those for?" Y/n murmured. Michael avoided Y/n's eyes as he spoke. "I'll explain later, please don't make this more difficult than it already is."
Y/n wordlessly rose her wrists, the first pair were placed tight around them. And the next, were clamped around the joints of her wings. She felt the magic that enchanted the shackles. They were made specifically to keep the wearer physically weak, preventing the wearer from struggling.
Michael opened another portal, and aided Y/n through it. She did not need to be told where she was going as she walked through. A long stretch of hall before her, each wall held a cell, each with magically enchanted bars.
Michael lead Y/n to the far end of the hall, and down a stairwell. Eventually they stopped at a medium sized cell, the only thing that kept the room from being completely dark, were enchanted lights resting at the tops of the walls.
Y/n was surprised that the cell wasn't filthy, and filled with rodents or insects of any kind. Michael opened the cell doors, and Y/n stepped inside. She kept her back turned to Michael, and didn't utter a single word. But that didn't stop Michael from speaking.
"As I said, punishment was in order. That scene back there, we never had any intentions on harming Princess Charlotte. However, we needed some leverage. Not to mention she is quite powerful, she would not let us take you without a fight. So really, it was more of a precaution."
Y/n did not respond.
"Y/n, please understand. You are needed here. Heaven has suffered the loss of Adam, an important figure of Heaven. If we loose you so suddenly, and so soon after Adam...It will cause an uproar of panic among the civilians."
Again, Y/n said nothing.
Michael sighed, bringing a hand to his head. "You committed a sin against Heaven by leaving like you did. They wanted to exile you."
Y/n's eyes widen for a second. She opened her mouth to speak, but decided against it.
"I couldn't let them. I couldn't bare to see you suffer that fate. I...I couldn't bare to loose you. So..." There was a hint of pain in Michael's voice as he spoke. "This was the next best option...they wouldn't allow anything else but this. I just..."
"I just hope you can forgive me someday."
When Michael didn't get a response, he sighed, and began to walk away from the cell.
"Won't people start to question where I am?
Y/n's voice caused him to stop in his tracks. Michael's stare fell to the ground. "As far as everyone else knows, you've been promoted. Your new position makes it difficult for you to see anyone outside of the council. Anyone else who wishes to speak to you, must do it by letter."
Y/n fell silent again.
"I'm sorry, Y/n." Michael said quietly before finally walking away and leaving Y/n all alone.
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