#my eyes landing on the Creation of Adam

[djarindroid]

Guys I went to Rome, saw the Sistine Chapel in person and straight up just stood there and cried

[writing-fanics]

don’t mess with the devil

Part ii

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

[warning: angst: mentions of death: death?]

Your movements became sluggish. The wound on your side bleeding more and more with each movement, and swing of your angelic weapon. “Can’t even hold a weapon.” Adam mocked, as she glared at him. Already tired and she looked down at her wound. “Who would’ve thought a fucking human, making a deal with the devil.”

“Was it for dick? It was for dick wasn’t it?” Adam laughed, and mocked. You let out a battle cry flying towards him.

You screamed in pain, as the yellow light shot right through your wing. Your wings started going weak, as you struggled to keep up with Adam’s attacks. He laughed and cackled, taking enjoyment in your struggle.

“Where’s your little boyfriend huh?” He mocked, as more and more yellow shots kept hitting your body. Until you could barely keep your body up, “awe, is he not coming to scared to show his fa-”a fist punched, Adam in the face. Causing him to let go of your chin, but you didn’t fall instead.

A pair of familiar arms held you, “I’m so sorry, I couldn’t be here sooner,” said Lucifer, as he nuzzled his head against his partner. Then lifted his head and glared at Adam, eyes fuming with rage.

“Sorry, for being so stubborn.” You mumbled, knowing this was the reason he didn’t want you to fight. Even though, he gave you some of his powers. You were still a human. He nuzzled, his head against yours once more. “It’s okay,” He said, as he landed on the rooftop.

He handed you off to Charlie, his daughter taking your injured body into her arms. She looked down at you worriedly, as you took shallow breaths. Your face battered cuts and bruises covered your face, and your right eye was swollen. Landing on the rooftop, walking towards Adam.

“Huh? Okay? Seriously?” Adam panted, as he stood up slowly. “How many of you freaks do I have to fight?!” He shouted, glaring at them.

Lucifer rolled up his sleeves, as he walked towards Adam. “Oh, I’m the only one that matters.” said Lucifer, as he looked up at Adam angrily.

“See, you messed with my daughter and my partner.” his eyes burning with rage. “and now I’m toning to fuck you!” he shouted, and everyone went silent as they stared at him dumbfounded.

Charlie leaned over, “It’s fuck you up dad?” Charlie whispered, and he looked confused as he raised his eyebrow, “Wait what did I say?” He said, and then Adam flew towards him sending them both into a wall. But Lucifer transformed into a white snake.

You could barely keep your eyes open, as the pain became worse. You didn’t know how much blood you were losing, but knew it was a lot. You were just a mere human, a human who fell in love with the king of hell. Him inevitably giving you some of his power in an act of love.

Your memories of how you ended up in Hell, a blur. You still figuring out a way to at least see your family again. But now that seemed to be in vain. You wondered if this was how it was going to end for you. You wondered, what would happen to you a human dying in hell?

Would you be dead forever no second life? Or would you just enter purgatory?

“So, this is what you’ve been up to since Eden?” said Lucifer, taunting him.

“Gotta say, you really let yourself go buddy.” He said, as he taunted Adam.

Adam laughs, as he grabbed Lucifer by the tail. “You judgin’ me?” He shouted angrily, as he tried to throw him. But he transformed again, this time into a duck. “You’re the most hated being in all of creation.” Adam shouted, angrily looking at him.

“Well, your first wife didn’t seem to hate what I had to offer.” said Lucifer, as he made a V shape with his fingers and dragged it downward from his mouth.

“or the second.” He said looking Adam straight in the face, “Bow-chicka-wow-wow.” He said, as he backed away making a thrusting motion with his hips. Adam lunched at him, and Lucifer transformed into a horse. Kicking him around, “I’ll fuckin’ end you!!” Adam shouted.

Your vision started to blur, as you leaned your head against the wall You didn’t want to die not like this, not without seeing your parents again. Wondering if they’re worried about their missing child, who they haven’t seen in almost a year.

You’ve been stuck in Hell for that long. Lucifer and You, still figuring out a way to get you back. But you always promised that you’d stay in Hell with him, and visit your friends and family once in a while.

Maybe this was to be your fate, dying in Hell. Where would your soul go? You couldn’t imagine the heartbreak your death would bring to both, Charlie and Lucifer. You couldn’t bear the thought of seeing them cry, you’ve grown to love them so much. Seeing Charlie as a child of your own.

Lucifer your partner. The best thing to ever come out of being trapped in Hell. He was so kind and caring, when he found out about your situation. Wanting to help you anyway he could, which led him to falling in love. How his heart swelled whenever you smiled at him, turning his cheeks red.

How seeing you cry made his heartache, knowing you missed your family and friends back on earth. How when that ‘Red Bastard’ at the Hazbin Hotel, took your hand and kissed him while staring mockingly at Lucifer. Boiled his blood.

A smiled grew across your lips, as you grew tired. You were too tired to even notice the beam of light, heading straight towards the hotel. Towards you. Everything went dark.

Y/n?

Y/n?

Y/n!

who’s calling my name?

[evilmenshoe80]

ADAM & MIKA

The meeting  

(WARNING: this is a guitarhero endgame fic with past adamsapple, don't like don't read, pretend I don't exist and that's it, thanks! ❤️)

It was a beautiful morning in the garden of eden. The birds were happily singing announcing a new morning, the breeze of the wind gently rocked the trees, generating a pleasant melody that filled the entire place, the warm rays of the sun filtered through the trees creating a beautiful yellow and orange collage in the skin of the first man, Adam.  

He slowly opened his eyes, taking a moment to fully awaken, before rising with a yawn. It had been a decent night, no nightmares after what he had feel like an eternity of waking up crying in the middle of the night, maybe his father took pity of him an removed his capacity to dream, that would be the best, something he would gladly accept, why dream? When the two beings that he loved the most abandoned him without a doubt.  

Lucifer, his best friend, his guardian angel, the one that guided him on his first years of existence, the only one that didn’t kneel when god presented him because in his own words “they were equals”, the angel that had made beautiful promises of a bright future for both of them.......the angel he hated and loved.  

And Lilith, his wife, the first woman, the other half that he didn’t knew he needed, the other fundamental piece of God's plan so that both could give birth to humanity, his equal as a human....his first love and the person he though it would be by his side forever. 

 

He remembered the day he saw the two for the first time. 

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The earliest memory he has of his existence was waking up in a room full of light, with creatures similar to him, but not exactly like him, their shape was similar to his, but most of this beings were taller, easily covering him with their body, they had wings, their body was covered by a strange material, some had two eyes, others only one eye and some had many more than two and as a weird extra, they all had a weird looking golden shape above their heads, gently floating and following them everywhere they moved.  

But despite the strange look of these beings he didn’t feel scared or threatened in any way, he actually feel at peace, at ease, like he belonged there despite so many eyes looking at him, As he moved his gaze around, inspecting his surroundings, it landed on the figure next to him. A figure that left him speechless, this one has more similarities with him, but like with the other creatures it had some differences, the middle of her body was smaller, her hair was longer and with a lighter colour, similar to the light that shined in the place, her skin a different tone just like her eyes, which also were sharper than his, but with a similar light, she was beautiful, the woman looked at him with the same curiosity.  

Before he could try to form a word, an imponent yet gentle voice filled the room, silencing the whispers of the other creatures and making both humans turn around to face the origin of it. Their father, the creator of everything, god. Their voice was strong, with clear autorithy but at the same time, it was the most calming and beautiful sound adam remembers to ever hear, no singing of any other being or instrument could compare to the beauty that it was the melodic voice of the supreme being.  

“Adam, Lilith, my perfect creations” said the being of light “I welcome you to the world” 

“w-who are you?” said the first man, in a trembling voice that was more for lack of experience that for being afraid 

“i’m your creator, you can call me father”  

After some time of pure silence and of the first humans looking at each other, both with the same confused expression, lilith asked in a curious tone.  

“why...did you create us?”  

“I created you so you can start a new world togueter, new life, a new race, the human race, that’s your purpose”   

“purpose? What's that?” asked the first men  

“It’s what gives a reason to exist to every being that I create, and yours, it’s to create new life”  

“why?” asked both humans at the same time  

To this question, god stayed silent for a whole minute, which make the angels feel nervous and start whispering again, not because god didn’t knew the answer, they knew, but their father not wanting to answer right away had a meaning none of the humans could handle, at least not yet, so, god only answered: 

“because the universe cannot exist without it” said the creator, making the angels shut their bickering again.  

Both humans stayed silent and before either of them could ask another “why?” the father of everything pointed their stare at one of the angels in the room. A short figure with white skin, his cheeks adorned with blue dots that matched with his crystal blue eyes, golden hair that was decorated with a big blue hat with a golden ribbon, and a blue tunic that moved gently with the fluttering of his golden wings.  

“Lucifer”  

At the mention of his name, the angel spread his wings and approached the center of the room where God and the humans were standing.  

“Yes, father” the angel made a reverence  

God pointed their gaze at lilith and adam again “the name of this angel is Lucifer”  

Lucifer made a reverence to both humans 

“what’s an angel?” asked lilith  

“another of my creations, his purpose is to teach and protect you, guide you through the paths of life” he pointed his stare at every angel in the room “that’s the purpose of all of them”  

At this, all the angels started to kneel, understanding the weight of their creator words. Yes, all of them, except one. The angel that was at their side, lucifer. All the room was in a dense silence, the angels looking at each other and some at lucifer without daring to say anything. The humans stared at each other, like trying to get some answers, though both of them where in the same situation, neither knew why suddendly the atmosphere had become more than tense, suffocating.  

God seemed to be staring at lucifer, with an expression no one in the room could really read, everyone were expecting, waiting for god’s next words, their next reaction.  

“Lucifer” said the lord with a calm but firm tone 

“yes, father?” answered lucifer with a smile  

“Guide adam and lilith to eden” he looked at the humans “your duty is to name all the animals and plants in the garden, let your curiosity lead you to create new things” then he looked at the other archangels, lucifer’s siblings “accompany them, any question that adam and lilith have, you shall answer them”  

“yes, father” answered the archangels at the same time  

“I will visit you once you have properly settled”  

And like that, in the blink of an eye god dissapeared. After some seconds the other angels began to get up and stretch. Their whispering started again.   

“I hope everything goes well” 

“they look so fragile”  

“do you think they can make it?” 

“I can’t believe Lucifer didn’t kneel”  

“I know, his new position is getting over his head”    

Both adam and lilith looked at each other again, restless, hesitating to approach each other wanting to search some comfort at being the only “humans” in the whole place, life? Race? Purpose? What did all that really mean?. These creatures seemed to be have a higher understanding of things, why did they needed them?  

“adam, lilith”  

Both humans turned towards the soft but playful voice 

“I’m so happy you are finally here, we all have been waiting to finally meet you!” said lucifer with a smile “I’m sure that both of you have a lot of questions, but don’t worry” he pointed his hands towards his siblings “we’ll help you understand”  

One of the angels behind lucifer reached his hand towards him, patting his shoulder.  

“yes, michael?” said lucifer with a bright smile towards his brother  

“can we talk for a moment?” asked his twin with a conflicted expression 

“right now? But we have work to do! Lilith and Adam need-” 

“I can’t believe you didn’t show respect towards father’s creations” said gabriel “you know how much father loves them, how much effort he put in making them!”  

“geez, calm down gabe, I made a reverence and that was enough for father, he didn’t got angry or complained about my behaviour”  

“wow, a reverence, how respectful” said uriel with his arms crossed and an unamused expression 

Lucifer’s smile twitched at his brother sarcasm but before he could answer, michael interfered  

“Luci, I know you don’t mean bad or try to be disrespectful, but, try to follow the protocole next time, As high of your position is now and as much patiente father has, we have to remember our place and duties, ok?” said michael, with a sincere smile, full of brotherly love towards his twin  

At this lucifer stayed silent for a moment, like analizing his brother’s words “ok mike” then, his crystal blue eyes landed on the humans, who were standing very close to each other, and looking at the tense scene in front of them “I promise to behave” said the angel with a smile that made adam’s spine shiver. 

~~~~~~*~~~~~~  

Adam blinked rapidly and shaked his head, finally standing and making his way towards the lake to wash up, breaking free from that memory that hunted his mind constantly, he tried and tried to not think about it, it hurted, everytime that he remembered lilith’s curious stare, how she smiled at him, the way she holded his hand when they were walking towards the garden for the first time, how the feel of her soft skin made him shiver and feel heat on his cheeks, it hurted, remembering lucifer’s soft touch on his shoulder, his friendly chatting and mischievous smile that filled his heart with something he couldn’t understand at the moment, it hurted, it hurted, it hurted, IT HURTS, STOP! 

His mind was begging, PLEADING for rest, so many things happened before the angel and the woman decided to leave him behind, but it didn’t matter if they were good or bad memories, they all made him feel bad, feel things he couldn’t name or understand at all, and that only served to increase his anger.  

Adam arrived at his favorite spot in the lake, he let out a little sigh of relief at the feeling of the cool water on his feet, he looked at his reflection for a moment  

“Eve” adam said in a sad tone, as if someone just asked him about who he was thinking about 

The second woman, his second wife, his third love but not less special, his other half, the person that was created from his rib to fill the void in his heart, while the extraction didn’t hurt, her creation left a scar on his body that burned once he woke up from his sleep, a burn that he could still feel once in a while, he noticed that it was stronger when he missed her, which was constantly.  

Her eyes were the first thing he saw, they were the same as his, golden, with long reddish brown hair, her skin a little lighter than his but with the same golden freckels and shine, she was a little shorter but not too much, and her smile, that sweet and kind smile that he loved so much, that made him forget about the mess in his head, the feeling of solitude 

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you Eve” adam practically whimpered, feeling the hot tears running down his cheeks at the memory of eve being kicked out of eden, of her squirming and crying, trying to reach him, begging mercy from the angels, he had never see the angelic beings like that, it was the first time he felt an odd feeling towards them 

He had tried to reach her, but he was stopped, they couldn’t risk to lose him too, he tried to beg to sera, to the archangels, to every angel that was present at the moment but the decision was made, eve would be kicked out of eden for disobeying the only rule in the garden and try to tempt him to sin too, “luckily” for him the angels arrived before he could take a bite of the forbidden fruit, saving him from an unfortunate destiny. 

But the worst about all of it, as if the whole situation wasn’t terrible enough, is that she wasn’t alone in this, someone had tempted her, tricked her into disobeying god and ignoring her husband advice, the two beings that he had loved the most.... 

Adam couldn’t contain himself anymore and started crying, letting out whines of pain, letting out all the tears he didn’t though he had anymore, he already cried so much before, until his eyes hurted, until he felt like he didn’t had more tears to shed, but it seems like he was wrong.  

Why no one wanted to stay with him? Why no one choose him? Why it seemed like they didn’t cared as much about him like they said? would it be better if he took the apple from lucifer when he offered it? Would things have been different if he had the guts to bite the apple when eve offered it too? should he have fought harder to be with his wife? Was she doing ok? Where lucifer and lilith doing ok? Did they though about hi- 

The bombardment of questions in his mind suddenly stopped when he felt the soft touch of a large but delicate hand on his shoulder, soft and warm, he turned his head slowly until he found himself face to face with the owner of that hand.  

Seraphiel, or “sera” to shorten, the seraphim that was in charge of the order and correct progress in eden, it was needless to say that was not the situation right now, they had loss two humans and a powerful angel to sin, the plans for the progress of humanity had been put on hold until they could fix the current situation, the veteran angels were becoming more impatient and worried every day, and sera didn’t visit him as often as before, he was sure that she was angry with him, dissapointed, Adam was sure that they all would give up on him, that they would look for another way to give birth to the human race without him, since he was unable to keep his partners by his side. 

Adam was ready for bad news, for her to guide him to god and for his father to turn him to dust, to what he originally was, that would be merciful he though, that would stop his pain, his worries, every bad though in his mind, but no, for his surprise nothing like that happened, sera had that gentle and motherly smile she always gave to him, there was hope in her eyes, she didn’t say anything but something in her stare told him she has found the solution for all their problems.  

Without breaking her silence, she slowly moved, revealing a bright figure behind her. 

Adam was blinded for a second, before he laid his eyes on the person in front of him, it was a human, another man.....a very beautiful one.  

He was tall, taller than him, with a strong build and beauty marks in different parts of his body, his skin tone lighter than his with pink undertones, hair on his chest, arms and legs, he was wearing a short yellow chiton around his waist like him, his hair was long and blonde, some locks standing out from his shoulders, and his eyes, oh father, his eyes were sapphire blue, sharp and intense, locked on his golden ones, his pinkish plump lips curled in a charming smile that had adam practically hipnotized, he couldn’t stop looking, who...who was him? 

“adam, dear” said sera breaking her silence “this is your new husband, his name is Mika” 

“H-h-h-husband?”Adam stuttered 

Sera nooded and looked at mika “Mika, this is your husband, adam the firstman” 

Mika’s smile got wider before approaching adam and kneeling in front of him “hello adam, I’ve been told a lot about you, I hope we can get along, I’m really excited to spend time with you” 

Adam felt his body heat rise “I-I-I've been hope really excited to time with you”   

Mika gave adam an amused stare before letting out a giggle 

“sucessful introduction, excellent” the higher seraphim though to herself, now it was up to Michael. The warrior angel could do it, she was sure, after all, Michael never failed. 

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(HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!!! I FINALLY FINISHED THE FIRST EPISODE OF MY ADAM & MIKA (human!Michael) FIC!!! AAAAAGH I'M REALLY EXCITED! And omg, to the great writers of this fandom and any other, my respect for you is 100000 higher now, I erased so many parts of the history so many times, how do you do it?! 😭

And I'll be honest with you guys, this au at first was just an excuse to draw and write michael x adam smut hehe but know I really want to write something more meaningful for them, and I hope to do a good job, I'll do my best for my guitarhero fellows 🤝💕

also, I know what you may be thinking, "it's ridiculous how adam is so sad at the start of the story for his past lovers but sees Mika and suddendly he's happy and in love!" adam is shocked by his new mates beauty, that's all, Michael's new body was made specifically for adam to like it and feel attracted to, BUT believe me, I plan to develop their relationship more before we start talking about real love

thanks and good night!!! 😘)

@bluefrostyy I remember you wanted me to tell you when the story was out so, here it is 👍

[societalenemynumberone]

Deadpool quotes but with my Lucifer's older sibling!reader idea-

Reader: [First day in Hell, in the middle of a fistfight] Have you seen this woman?

[holds up a bad crayon drawing of Charlie]

Sera: You've been warned, Reader. This is a shameful and reckless use of your powers. You will be coming with us

Reader: Look, Sera, I don't have time for the goody two-shoes bullshit right now

Alastor: Do you have off an switch?

Reader: Yeah, it's right next to the prostate. Or is that the on switch?

Reader; [after finding out about Charlie's existence] You're clowning. You're not clowning? I sense clowns

Charlie: Feeling a bit lonely?

Reader: Only sometimes when I'm by myself. Or other times when I'm with other people.

Reader: [First ever conversation with an awe-eyed Charlie] You're probably thinking, "My dad said that his older sibling is the second most just being in all of creation, but his sibling just turned that guy into a fucking kabab!" Well, I may be just, but I'm no hero. And yeah, technically, that was a murder. But some of the best love stories start with a murder. And that's exactly what this is, a family love story.

Reader: [to Sera] Listen, the day I decide to become a crime-fighting shit swizzler, who rooms with a bunch of other little whiners in the Lord's Kingdom with some creepy, [points to Adam] Heaven's Gate-looking motherfucker... on that day, [points to Emily] I'll send her shiny, happy ass a friend request

Reader [Helping in the second extermination]: Daddy needs to express some rage.

[starts firing their guns]

Reader: Listen, Angel, if I never see you again, I want you to know that I love you very much. I also buried 1,600 kilos of cocaine somewhere in the hotel - right next to the answer for getting out of a soul contract. Good luck.

Angel Dust: [Grinning] You fucking asshole

Alastor: Morningstar!

Reader: How can I help you? Besides luring women into dark, creepy basements.

Reader: [Just learned how to use a phone, looking at a text from Angel] What is that?

Husk: That's the shit emoji. You know the turd with the smiling face and the eyes. I thought it was chocolate yogurt for so long

Sera: I've given Reader every chance to join us but they'd rather act like a child. A heavily armed child. When will they grow up and see benefits of joining the Angelic Council?

Emily: Which benefits? Commiting genocide for amusement? Or the Angel that falls every few decades?

Sera: Please, falling out of Heaven builds character

Reader: Superhero landing. She's gonna do a superhero landing. Wait for it...

[Lute jumps from the platform and lands]

Reader: [clapping their hands] Whoo! Superhero landing! You know, that's really hard on your knees

Charlie: [Stopping Reader from killing Valentino] I can't allow this, Reader. Please, come quietly.

Reader: You blonde cock-gobbler!

Charlie: That's not nice.

Reader: You're really gonna fuck this up for me? Trust me, that squeaking bag of dick-tips has it coming. He's pure evil. Besides... Nobody's getting hurt.

[a dead body falls off an overhead building]

Reader: That guy was already up there when I got here.

[heavenlyraindrops]

♱Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter Sixteen♱

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter Sixteen Warnings: profanity Visit the first tag on this post to see all other chapters.

♱ In which the purest soul in Heaven falls from grace… for the Devil. ♱

[Chapter Sixteen]

Lute’s heel dug sharply into your back. Another surge of hot blood bubbled up in your throat. Lute wrenched her spear from your wing, a trickle of gold tracing the air as she pulled it up. Your wing twitched in agony. 

She grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you up. “I should just kill you right now,” she spat. “Save Hell-“ a jerk of the spear towards the glowing rift- “From being graced with your presence.” She released you roughly and you stumbled forwards. 

You whirled around, eyes shakily fixed on the glint of her blade as she brought it up in the air, aiming for where your wings met your back. You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the searing blow.

Something clattered onto the floor.

You opened your eyes a crack. The spear lay on the floor at Lute’s feet. Her hands were curled into fists, back rigid.

With tears streaming down her face.

“Lute?” You choked out. She flinched back, then grabbed you by the collar, heaving you close.

“You fucking bitch,” she spat. “I loved him.” She was crying like she’d never cried before. Worse than when she was sitting on your couch. Her shoulders racked with sobs, face red. “He was the closest, the truest friend I’d ever had.” 

Adam.

Your gut wrenched with pain and misery. 

She shook you a little. “And you. You and I.” Her eyes clouded even further. “I love you too, [name]. I loved you. I was going to love you.” She loosened her hold, fingers going slack. “Do you realize how much I liked you? Everything you did for me…” more tears bubbled up and over, streaking down her cheeks. “But you just had to fuck it up.” 

You grabbed her wrist, fingernails digging into her pale skin as your heart pounded against your ribcage, as if it was begging to be let out. “You don’t have to do this,” you said shakily. Her fingers unfurled, letting go of you. You stumbled back. The portal whirled and shook behind you like an awakened beast. 

“You didn’t have to fuck Lucifer either, did you?” She seethed. “Don’t you see, [name]? It’s not my fault, it’s yours. You’ve brought this on all of us. Me.” Another tear slipped down her face. 

“Adam.”

You were curling over the toilet bowl, nausea swirling on your gut. Adam was dead. He was never coming back. 

“Sera.” 

Sera smiled at you approvingly, believing you unconditionally and all the lies that spilled from your lips. She’d thought she was looking at the purest soul in all of Creation. Her smile morphed into a disappointed, patronizing scowl as you fell to the ground. 

“Emily.”

Emily tackled you to the ground in a hug, worried to death. “Adam said you went missing.” She screamed at you, voice burning with betrayal. “Tell me you didn’t know.” She then screamed at Sera, begging her to spare you. “It’s just love. Why are you punishing her for being in love?”

Why are they punishing me for being in love?  

Lute’s head whipped back.

Your hand smarted with pain. A trickle of blood dripped over her lips, down her chin.

“You need to stop fucking blaming me for this, Lute,” you seethed, the venom in your voice dripping onto her, burning her. She recoiled. “Me and Lucifer weren’t some fling, some random fuck. I love him.”

She slowly licked the blood from her lips. “Does he love you?”

A seed of doubt made your body stutter to a standstill. “Of course he does.” 

Lute wiped her mouth, and the blood smeared. “Fuck you, [name]. I hope he doesn’t. I hope you realize what a fucking mistake you’ve made.”

Another blow of pain landed in your chest, where her foot planted and knocked you back. She grabbed you by the collar. The edges of the portal swirled even closer now, burning you with the promise of a fall from grace as you teetered back, the only thing holding you being Lute.

“I ought to cut off your wings and leave you for the hellspawn, for them to rip you apart.” She snarled. But then her face softened. “But I won’t.”

Your eyes shot open in surprise. “Wha-“

She let go.

The last thing you saw was Lute’s miserable face glaring at you through the portal, and the red sky as you fell.  

♱♱♱

You twitched. 

Every part of you was aching. Your ribs, your head. You groaned, stirring. A stab of pain jabbed at your shoulder blades. White feathers lay scattered around you. You picked yourself up, trying to ignore the agony and blood dried and dark, crusting the tip of your wing. 

The hell-baked pavement seared underfoot. It burnt your palms as you pushed yourself up. You looked up.  

Everything was red. 

The buildings, the sky. The people. Sinners roamed the streets, their demonic forms unfamiliar to what you were used to, that being soft white feathers and shiny new buildings. Not this crumbling hellscape.

You clutched your arms, looking around frantically as sinners stopped to look at your curiously. They advanced.

“An angel?”

“It’s a fallen angel.”

Hungry eyes glowed at you from the crowd.

“You think I can-“

You tuned the voice out before it could list the atrocities its owner would have liked to commit to you, focusing on another.

“Poor thing.”

Could sinners have a heart?

Your mind rushed and swirled like a raging river of panic as you looked up. A huge tower loomed above you, encasing you in its shadow. The large doors at the bottom, in front of you, clanged open.

What you could only describe as a tall, hideous, bald creature slunk out, smoke curling between it’s lips, a large gun in it’s hands.

“The fuck’s all this?” It grumbled. Then it’s red hot eyes settled on you, and it’s eyebrows shot up as it’s gaze roved down your body. 

That thing has definitely molested something in it’s lifetime. It’s state was violating, penetrating. You wrapped your wings around you like a shield. 

Your wings.

Lute hadn’t cut of your wings.

The shock had barely registered by the time before the ugly creature flicked its head, and two sinners came and gripped your arms. Your mind flashed back to the exorcists as they dropped you on the cold floor of the Seraphim’s office. 

You struck out. “Let go of me,” you hissed, clawing at their wrists. But you were too weak. The crowd burst into commotion. 

“Why the fuck do you get her?” A harsh voice shouted from the crowd. 

A shot rang out. The sinner who had spoken out crumpled to the ground. 

The creature pushed it’s gun back under it’s arm. Another demon stepped out through the doors, and you were so dazed that you didn’t even care that he had a TV for a head. He reached up with a clawed hand for the creature’s shoulder.

“Val,” he said, smile and voice strained, “What the fuck is going on.”

And then his eyes landed on you. 

You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but suddenly a hand with a cloth closed over your mouth. You inhaled, and your brain grew fuzzy. You tried to pull away but your limbs wouldn’t move.

You crumpled to your knees, as the world faded to black. And the last thing you saw was the creature, grinning with malice, and the TV, errors flashing on his face from shock.

The darkness closed in. 

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Angel!Lucifer x Human Reader: Second Preview

Hey hey! This is for all you night owls out there! I call this a preview but it's pretty long lol. The people in my community already read a part of this but there's new stuff too! Let me know how you enjoy it so far! And again, thank you for being so patient with me on this one <3

No active warnings!

You looked down and began to fiddle with your hands, unsure if your reason would upset the angel. "It's Adam..." you began, "He's...so needlessly demanding and harsh. He doesn't see us as equals, he believes himself to be superior to me. I've tried explaining to him that he shouldn't be acting this way, but he refuses to listen! Finally, I had enough of him...so I ran..." You felt the tears well up in your eyes once more, small whimpers escaping your throat as you tried to hold yourself together. "I know we're meant to be partners and I've sure heaven will not be happy b-but..."

"Shh, it's alright." Lucifer cooed as he wiped away the tears the fell down your cheek. "Please, no more tears. You were right to stand up to him. Adam should know better." You sighed and let your head rest in Lucifer's small yet tender hand. You glanced over at the pound when you heard an unfamiliar noise emanating from the center. You noticed some feathered creatures you didn't recognize swimming on the lakes surface. There seemed to be one that was much larger than all the others. You looked back at Lucifer and saw his face light up with delight. "Do you see those little ones over there?" You nodded. "Heaven may not have wanted my input on creation, but that doesn't mean I didn't have any."

"Are those your creations?" you asked.

Lucifer smiled and then sighed. "One of very few. Do you want to get a closer look?"

You looked back out to the water and saw the group of animals flap their wings, splashing the water in every direction. They seemed so full of life and energy, watching them play filled your heart with warmth. You nodded, albeit a bit nervously. Lucifer let out a melodic whistle; you watched as the little creatures made their way towards the lake bank. You saw them use their small wings to help them onto land and waddle towards the two of you. Initially, you stretched out your hand to touch one of the smaller ones but pulled back in hesitation.

"Don't worry," lucifer reassured, "they are harmless, I promise! Watch!" Lucifer cupped his hands together and laid them down in the soft grass. A few of the small ones happily chippered and hopped into his palms. "Want to give it a try?"

You copied Lucifer's motions exactly and watched as the same thing happened with the remaining babies. Their feathers were bright yellow and soft to the touch. You were in awe of the little lives you held in your hands. "They’re so small," you said aloud to no one in particular. "What are they, Lucifer?"

The angel lowered his hands and let the little ones go back to what you now assumed was their guardian. "I named them ducks," Lucifer answered. "The little ones are ducklings; not fully formed yet but they will grow!"

You nuzzled your cheek to the handful of ducklings; their little peeps made you chuckle. "They're beautiful!" you exclaimed, letting them down so they could join their family once more.

"Yeah, beautiful..." you heard Lucifer murmur. You looked over to see his lovely blue eyes staring straight back at you, a tint of yellow now colored his cheeks. "Uhh, I mean, umm...here! Watch this!"

A sudden flash of sparkles left you dazed, but only for a second. Lucifer had disappeared in front of your eyes.

"Lucifer?" you called out, looking to either side of you but seeing no one.

"Down here!" you heard his voice respond. You looked down and saw a small little white duck in Lucifer's top hat. He smiled at you and wagged his feathered tail. You couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh, what an adorable little creature," you fawned playfully, cupping your hands once again and allowing him to hop in them. You brought him to your cheek and nuzzled him as you did with the others. Lucifer quacked in excitement. "I didn't know you could change forms!"

"It's not something I do often," he admitted. By the tone of his voice, it almost seemed like it was something that had been discouraged. "But I don't mind making a special exception for you!" You noticed the sun began to dip over the horizon, the fleeting sunlight shimmering off Lucifer's pristine white feathers. It would be night soon, and in that moment you realized you didn't have anywhere else to go. Lucifer noticed the change in your demeanor, tilting his head. "Is something the matter?" Before you could open your mouth to speak, a bellowing call could be heard from the tree line.

"Where the fuck could she be?!" you heard the voice ask, filled with annoyance. Adam. You saw the man push past the foliage and make it to the clearing. His eyes immediately found yours, and you felt as though your heart had nearly stopped. You let Lucifer down gently before standing up.

"Stay here," you whispered to him. "I'll talk with him."

"But-" Lucifer tried to refute, but you shook your head intensely.

"I don't want to risk angering heaven," you responded. "The last thing I want is for you to be punished for my choice. Please?"

Hesitantly, Lucifer nodded in agreement, making his way to the water to join the other ducks in an attempt to blend in. His little hat vanished as he started swimming. You sighed and turned to meet with the brute of a man who was already towering over you. His chest heaved; his breath was short. You could already tell this may not end well.

"Where the FUCK have you been?!" he began to shout, raising his hands in the air out of frustration. "I've been looking for you for way too long, you know that? Making me walk everywhere to find you? Fucking ridiculous!"

You took a deep inhale and let it out slowly before responding. "I'm sorry, Adam," you feigned an apology.

"Whatever," the man spat back. "You've had your temper tantrum, now let's g-" Adam paused, his eyes staring at the length of your body. "The fuck is this?" he asked grabbing the sleeve of the cloth that hung off your body. In your worry for Lucifer, you'd forgotten about the gift he had given you. You smacked Adam's hand away and wrapped your arms around yourself.

"It doesn't matter," you answered curtly.

You watched as the man's eyebrows furrowed at your non-compliance. "I don't have time for this," he reached out once more and took a firm hold of your wrist. "We're going back. Now!"

You slipped your wrist out of Adam's grasp and took a few steps back, your feet at the end of the lake. "I..." you started, your voice threatening to crack. "I'm not going back with you! I'm tired of your behavior and your disrespect. I'm not your servant, Adam, and I refuse to live the life I was given as your slave."

Adam snarled at you, stomping closer and closer to you, forcing you back into the water as you tried to avoid him. But it was to no avail. He was quick to grab your arm and yank you from the lake pulling flush against his bare chest. "That wasn't a suggestion," he spoke through gritted teeth. You tried to pull away but his grip on your arm was far too strong. "Like it or not toots, we're the only ones in this place. You have nowhere else to go and you know it! And frankly, I'm tired of these stupid games! Now, quit acting like a bitch and move your-"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" a booming voiced roared. You felt a hand take a firm hold of the one that was trapped by Adam and watched as another tore Adam's own hand away from you. Lucifer appeared in front of you after separating you from the man. The angle floated off the ground, his wings spread out wide as he moved swiftly towards the startled man. "How dare you!" Lucifer growled. "How dare you put your hands on her like that! How dare you speak to her like that! You have no right!"

Adam held his hand in pain, shooting daggers in Lucifer's direction. "Who the fuck are you?!" He took a step closer, not waiting for an answer. Even as Lucifer hovered over the ground, Adam still towered over him easily. "You know what, I don't care! Listen, short stack, I don't know who you are or why you're here, but you need to get the fuck out of my way. She's my wife and I can do whatever I want to her. She's mine, got it?"

Adam curled his uninjured hand into a fist and took a swing at Lucifer, only for him to fall flat on his face as Lucifer easily dodged his attack. "Nice try," the angel taunted, "and by the way, the name's Lucifer." You let out a small laugh. Fire burned in Adam's eyes as he lifted his head.

"Shut the fuck up!" he yelled at you. But Lucifer would not accept this response. He latched onto Adam's arm and lifted him of the ground like he weighed nothing.

"What did I tell you about speaking to her like that?" Lucifer threatened. He tossed Adam against one of the trees that stood at the edge of the clearing. The man groaned in pain, attempting to pull himself up and lean his aching body against the tree. Lucifer quickly swooped down, acting as a barrier between the two of you. "You've shown me who you are, Adam. You are a monster, a disgrace. You treat this woman like the dirt you walk on and you expect her to stay with you? To love you?" Lucifer hoisted Adam up, pinning him against the trunk. "You will never see her again; do you understand me? You're going to leave this place and never come back. She is under my protection now. And if you ever so much as come within a mile of her, I will not hesitate to turn you back into the dust you were formed from." Lucifer released his grip on Adam and watched as he took a few steps back into the forest. "Leave. Now!"

Adam wiped the small amount of blood that dripped from his lip and laughed darkly. "Fine, keep her!" he yelled. "She doesn't mean anything to me! Who would want a slut like her anyway!"

"GO!" Lucifer bellowed.

Without another word, Adam took off into the trees. Lucifer flew high up in the sky within seconds, his arms stretched out on either side. The ground beneath you began to shake violently and you wanted to call out for Lucifer before you realized that he was the cause. Seemingly out of nowhere, large rock formations began rising from the earth, rock tumbling down as the mountains grew. As soon as they reached Lucifer's height, they stopped.

And then there was silence.

[bones4thecats]

Them With A Reformed Sinner! S/O

Type of Writing: Random Idea Name: Them With A Reformed Sinner! S/O Characters: Adam, Lute, and Emily Idea-Giver: Random Thoughts

A/N: This is mainly about how they meet and my take on how Season two may go, y'know with God being introduced and holding a meeting on what happened during Extermination Day. Anyways, have a great rest of your days/nights!

⚠️ Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Death and Non-Canon Events ⚠️ Spoilers for: S1 ⚠️

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Reformed Sinner! Reader ; 'Died' with Sir Pentious ~ Fox-Demon

🎸 Adam, despite what many in Heaven think, doesn't bother memorizing all of his descendants and what they do. He only sees them after they die during the Extermination

🎸 You were one of Sir Pentious' helpers when it came to making his creations, such as the Egg Boiz for example. And, when he had begun his charge up his ship to take on Adam head-first, you were one of the people inside of the ship, holding his hand as he said his so-called final words; Fire.

🎸 When you both awoke after falling onto a ground, you couldn't lie, you were horrified. After all, who just dies from being blasted by an angel and suddenly appears in a new land?

🎸 It took you a little more processing than your college, but, when you did finally come to terms that you were in Heaven, due to your actions in Hell against Adam, you were quite pleased

🎸 This action just allowed Heaven to realize their faults in judgement; Reformation was possible!

🎸 You and Pentious were taken to the main judgement room where Charlie and Vaggie were months prior and that was where you met your unknowing future spouse

🎸 Adam had just barely dodged the attack from Niffty and escaped back to Heaven with Lute on his tail as he swore revenge on the residents of the Hotel

🎸 He had then healed up and was required to go to the meeting where their Father, God, had set up to discuss the day's events and whatnot. And anyone could tell that he was both pissed and pleased

" And Adam. What in the name of Earth were you thinking?! I only allowed Extermination on the one condition that is happened when I decided it to be necessary, not for you to do it six months prior! Without my knowledge nonetheless! And, who are these two?! " " They're the first reformed sinners! My Father, meet Sir Pentious and Y/N L/N. "

🎸 Adam glared at you two, remembering how you stood beside Charlie as they declared war upon one another. And he remembered how determined you stared him in the eyes as he blasted you two nothing alongside your friend

🎸 Once God had calmed down and motioned for you, Pentious, and Adam to step forward and announced for everyone else to exit the room, the first man and grown more nervous than before

🎸 When the creator of life had placed you three at a table and told you guys to speak to one another without any malice or hatred, and, in turn, basically apologize, Adam straight-up asked why

" Because Adam. They are new members to our home, and that means we must treat them with the same amount of respect that we treat the natural Winners. Now, apologize. " " But- I- Ugh... fine... I'm sorry... " " Apology- " " Forgiven. And we apologize for attempting to kill you in return. We just- felt the need to protect our friends more than we had any value for each other's lives. "

🎸 He was shocked, you were apologizing for trying to kill him?! He had tried killing you! You must have been trying to deceive him, that is what foxes were known for; deceit.

🎸 Forcing a smile despite his confusion and wish to throw out colorfully decorated questions at you, Adam just pushed through the meeting second by second. But, he'd have to ask you questions later on. He just had too.

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Reformed Sinner! Reader ; 'Died' fighting along Alastor ~ Chickadee-Demon

🗡️ She did not want to be here in the slightest.

🗡️ Why was she needing to tell her side of the story?! You and your little friend, Alastor, had attacked Adam, nearly killing him in the process, much to everyone's shock

🗡️ Lute was not amused with how you kept a small smile when mentioning your fight against Adam and how you had stood your ground during, smiling with full teeth- ones matching the Radio Demon's, though yours were more white

🗡️ The Father of Humanity just looked at you and your snake friend before smiling gently and motioning you and him to come closer so he could look into your eyes

🗡️ He could tell when someone was lying by looking deep into their eyes, it was something about their soul being based off of a piece of him that made it work

🗡️ Lute watched with narrowed eyes and your wings come flying backwards with force as your eyes turned white with black spots littering, oh how she hoped you and Pentious were banished back to Hell

" They pass. Their seems to be no amount of sin left within them, well, there is a hint, but a hint I can forgive. " " WHAT?! "

🗡️ Smacking her hands to her mouth, Lute slammed her head into the stand's top, making a loud thump echo throughout the room signalling her shock if the word was not enough

🗡️ The exorcist looked at you and Pentious and gritted her teeth as he began to tear up with joy as God summoned his little Egg Boiz back into existence, though they took on a more heavenly-egg form than an demonic-egg one

🗡️ Looking at you especially as a small bird landed on your large piece of feather-like hairs that stood up from your head, her heart began to pound heavily as her mind screamed at herself for the interior action

🗡️ Why in the name of Heaven was her heart pounding at your smile and gentle nature with the Egg Boiz and your little bird friend?!

🗡️ Whatever the reason was, she didn't want to think about it anymore. After all, such an action could be perceived as unholy, resulting in her demise to Hell

🗡️ Holding her spear closer, Lute nodded as God dismissed everyone and Emily hugged you and pet your bird as she spoke to Sir Pentious, asking you guys some stuff about the Hotel and who you guys believed could be redeemed next

🗡️ Lute almost bumped into you, but she stopped herself, allowing one question to burn in her mind as she began to walk away to where a certain female demon was;

🗡️ Why did you seem so cute?

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Reformed Sinner! Reader ; 'Died' protecting Charlie from Adam ~ Hyena-Demon

💞 You were known to be very aggressive around those you deemed not worthy of your presence, and as one of the most dangerous demons in Hell when angry, even those in Heaven saw this come out

💞 This happened when Adam had tried to lay his hands on Charlie during the meeting, though you were far faster and more dangerous than Vaggie when it came to this time

💞 You had jumped the gun and kicked the first man away, shocking everyone. And when you barked for the two females to be sent back with you to your home, Sera just nodded and made a portal for you guys to leave, much to Adam's annoyance

💞 Emily had barely even met you, and it saddened her. But, seeing you defend Charlie from such a powerful heavenly figure made her heart skip a couple beats

💞 Wait- why was she thinking you looked amazing protecting the Princess of Hell?! Was this unholy?!

💞 She hadn't heard about or from you until Extermination Day, which was when Adam and his exorcists had descended to attack and kill as many sinners as they could

💞 And in Adam-ly fashion, they had went to attack the Hazbin Hotel first, much to everyone else's annoyance

💞 You had noticed that Adam was about to kill Charlie, so, you threw yourself in front of her, making his large attack hit you and in-turn kill you, and that action prompted the angry outburst of your closest friends, Alastor and Charlie

💞 Surprisingly though, you and Sir Pentious, who had also died protecting the Hotel and your friends, had appeared in Heaven before Sera and Emily

💞 Emily had looked at you both in awe, adoring your new look; your fur and tail was more well-kept and your ears were fluffier with the skin inside being shaped like tiny pink-tinted hearts to match your hand's markings

" Y/N! Oh my goodness, you got reformed! How awesome is this?! "

💞 The angel squealed and hugged you as you chuckled nervously, still adjusting to the bright surroundings. To be honest, you expected to close your eyes and never open them again

💞 Sir Pentious held onto you from behind as you led him throughout the building and during the meeting with your Creator and the rest of his heavenly council, and you had to admit, watching Emily gleefully talk about you and your friend was nice

💞 Maybe you could get used to your new afterlife here?

💞 Maybe Emily could hang out with you even more!

💞 Maybe this could be the start of a whole new relationship? Oh no she's going full on romantic, isn't she?

[skolworthy]

Time Knows No Bounds - Part Five

Warnings: Finally, the sexual tension you have been waiting for! Some NSFW parts are present, so please read responsibly and don't get caught. ;)

Info: When the font is like this, it means Ragnar is speaking in his native tongue. When he is speaking English it will just be italicized. The reader's text is just normal and anyone other than Ragnar or the reader will be in bold.

Spoilers: None, because this is completely my creation (apart from the character/legend of Ragnar Lothbrok and other historical names) it has nothing to really do with the tv series.

Plot: Ragnar, in this series, is unattached to anyone romantically. No Lagertha or Aslaug or any other baby momma's out there. No children. He has met and learned with Athelstan, because that contributes to his ability to speak with the reader. Other than that, he's just a simple gorgeous viking that lives on his farm in Kattegat, dreaming of adventure.

Summary: This will be in Ragnar's POV again. -A rude interruption leads to your freedom from the utility closet, but will the opportunity to get this close ever present itself again? Time will only tell.

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Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

It seemed that there was destined to be an interruption at every time that he attempted to get closer to y/n. First the 'phone' that she had in her pocket back in the bedroom she had given him, chiming when the two of them had just started to lean into one another. Now to the door flying open when he had actually began to make contact with her lips. Those lips that had long been on his mind from the moment she first gave him a smirk back at him in return to his. Ragnar had been enthralled with y/n from the moment his eyes landed upon her after arriving to this time period, even more so than the advanced world around him. Y/n was by far the most breathtaking woman he had ever seen and her sassy personality and humor caused him to grow even more attracted to her as the hours flew by. What really drew him to her, was her sense of nobility: she was willing to do what she could to help him even though she had no real reason to. She could have left him there and been on her way and who knew what sort of trouble he would have found himself in. Ragnar was quite good at getting himself into trouble, and being here alone, he had no one to get him out of it. Yet y/n was adamant in helping him to fit in, and learn the way of things in this time, while also doing what she could to figure out just how he got there and how he could get back. Perhaps it was a good thing that they had been interrupted from their kiss? If he was to end up going home one day...would it not be better to avoid the temptation that y/n presented? Ragnar knew that it was silly to believe this, for they had just met, but he knew that it was only a matter of time before he ended up falling madly in love with her.

The small balding man from earlier was standing there with raised eyebrows, though the two of you had pulled apart quickly when the door had opened. The look in the man's eye told them that he had still seen their close proximity and their flushed faces no doubt gave away what had been about to happen. Y/n began to explain the situation and the man just smiled and held up his hand. "No need for explanation, this is honestly the most tame thing I have come across when opening this door." he said, as his eyes cast elsewhere, a vacant and disturbed expression on his face. "I will have maintenance fix it tonight during their shift, mark my words. It's only a matter of time before I end up getting myself locked in here and I can tell you, no one would come looking for the boss." he said with a chuckle. Y/n gave a small smile and then glanced at Ragnar before she grabbed the broom and headed out, to which he followed after her, giving a nod of thanks to the man, even though he was not 100% thankful for the interruption. He followed her back to the exhibit where he watched y/n begin to sweep up the little bits of paper, pottery and other things that were scattered across the floor. He watched her silently for a moment before he began to open his mouth to say something, but she stopped him by handing him the broom. "I need to go and find the dust pan, can you finish up for me?" she asked with a small smile on her lips. How could he say no? He gave a nod of his head and then watched her walk away, his eyes slowly roaming down her body to her backside before he sighed and looked down at the bits that still needed to be swept into a pile.

When she came back they helped one another finish sweeping and dumping the dust pan into the trash before finally they were finished and the exhibit, hopefully, looked good as new. He watched as she went around one final time to each part of the exhibit and adjusted it slightly, before she finally gave a nod and came back over to him. "That's better." she said. Ragnar smirked at her and then set the broom down against the wall. "What is next?" Y/n smirked back at him and then said that they were free to do whatever for the day, since it was still technically her day off. "This is a whole new world for you, what would you like to do?" Ragnar's mind thought back to the moment in the closet, where he had y/n pressed up against the wall with his body, his lips so close to capturing hers as he had been longing for. Yeah, there was no denying that that was what he wanted to explore right now. Yet as he looked at y/n as she stood there smiling at him with a tilted head, the way that the sunlight from the skylights above danced across her hair and lit up her eyes some, he knew that there was something more he wanted. He gestured for them to head out of the museum and as they did, his eyes searching around him at the vast city and all of its massive structures of metal and brick and...noise. So. Much. Noise. Ragnar suddenly felt overwhelmed and he rubbed the back of his neck uneasily before he felt y/n place a gentle hand on his shoulder and he looked down at her. He gave a smile and then slid his hands into the pockets of his pants...er...jeans, he believed she called them? "What is your most favorite place to go in the city?" he asked. "That is what I would like to see." he said, his smile forming into his trademark smirk.

This seemed to take y/n by surprise, her eyebrows lifting to the heaven's ever so slightly before coming back down and a smile played upon her lips. "Oh." she said before she pursed her lips and thought for a moment. "Alright, but we will need to grab some provisions first." she said, which altogether confused him. Provisions for what? She lifted her finger and wagged it in motion for him to follow her, he did not hesitate. They soon found themselves back inside her home, where he watched as she went to the kitchen and began to rummage around in the refrigerator, setting things onto the counter before diving back in again. "What are you doing?" Ragnar asked as he finally began to make his way toward the kitchen. "Do me a favor and go grab that blanket that's on the back of the couch." She said while still halfway within the box. He paused, his eyes scanning the room until they caught sight of the large blanket that was draped over the dark blue three cushioned piece of furniture and he picked it up, folding it a bit. He brought it into the kitchen and stood there as she began to put together some sort of food, that contained meat, cheese, lettuce, tomato and placed between two slices of bread. Huh. Ragnar leaned forward some, looking over her shoulder as she cut them in half and placed the pieces into a container and closed the lid. Then she grabbed a bottle of something yellow and a jar of something white, to which she placed it within a large basket. She then grabbed some bottles of water and put them inside as well, along with plates that appeared to be made out of paper and some cutlery too and then she stood there thinking for a moment before she turned and looked at him. "I think that is all we will need." "For what?" "You'll see." He groaned, letting his head fall back a bit as he did and she chuckled, hoisting the basket to him for him to carry and he lifted his head back up, stared down at her silently before pursing his lips and taking the basket from her. "Fine."

Once again he found himself within one of those so called 'cars' and they were on their way to wherever y/n had planned on taking him. The trip did not take as long as he had thought it would, still, he was just as mesmerized by the surroundings they passed as he was the first time he had been in a 'car'. They came down a path that wound a little way, trees on either side in neat rows, flowers at full bloom within their thick foliage. Ragnar leaned closer to the window in hopes of seeing exactly where they were going until the car then came to a stop and he blinked, turning to look over at y/n as she began to open the door. "We will have to walk from here." she said with a smile, a dimple forming at the corner of her mouth that he had not noticed before but oh how he was enamored by it. He swatted her hand away from the basket when she reached for it as it sat between them, taking it in his own hand and gave her a smirk as he exited the car and walked around to where she stood waiting for him. He followed after her as they continued on to a smaller path that branched off from where the car had left them and he couldn't help but let his gaze wander from his surroundings, to roaming up and down y/n's body slowly as she walked ahead of him. From the way that her hair blew slightly in the breeze causing it to dance around her shoulders, to the way that her hips would sway as she walked. Ragnar's eyes couldn't keep from focusing on her backside longer than what was probably appropriate, but he just simply could not help himself. When she turned to look at him over her shoulder, his eyes quickly averted elsewhere before she could catch on, though when she looked back ahead, his eyes would trail right back and a smirk would form on his face.

They finally stepped off of the pathway that she had been leading them down and began a climb uphill until they reached the very top, where she then took the blanket from on top of the basket and threw it outward, allowing it to settle upon the grass. Then she lowered herself down to smooth it out, then she took the basket from his hand and set it off to the side of the blanket before standing back up. Ragnar had been about to sit down upon the blanket, thinking that was what she was aiming to do as well, but she had stopped him with a hand to his shoulder and gestured for him to look in a direction off ahead of them. He turned his gaze and she smiled at his reaction as his mouth parted ever so slightly at the sight of their view. Vast gardens and mazes lined the way below them, colorful blooms of almost every shade all intricately positioned within the maze and walkways. What truly caused Ragnar's mouth to part was the castle that was at the end of the mazes and gardens, perfectly placed like it had hopped off of the pages of a storybook. "Rosenborg Castle and gardens. One of my most favorite places." she said softly as she stood a little closer to him, tilting her head a bit as she looked up at him and then out toward the scenery. "With my love for history, this place never disappoints to fill my head with wonder." Y/n gave a soft sigh and Ragnar finally turned and looked down at her, a smile upon his face instead of his trademark smirk. "It is...quite amazing. There are not many castles back home." He lowered himself down to the blanket as she did, bringing his knees up and letting his arms drape over them lazily as he watched her begin to fish out the items from within her basket and set them out upon the blanket. "What do you call all of...this?" he said, gesturing before him at all of the food, plates, bottles of water and other things. Y/n smiled and opened the container and pulled out the bread with meat and cheese between it and set it upon a plate, handing it to him. "A picnic. That's a sandwich." she added, when he opened his mouth and pointed at the unfamiliar food item before him. His eyes lifted to hers for a moment, his eyebrow raising ever so slightly in question and he began to open his mouth once more. "No, not that kind of witch." Again, beating him to the punch.

Ragnar eyed the sandwich with suspicion at first, then watched as y/n pulled out the jar of white stuff and the bottle of yellow and pointed them to the sandwich. "Lift the bread up and I will add some of both. Mustard. Mayonnaise." she said, holding up each of the items as she named them and he just stared at them before finally doing as she said. "Something the vikings didn't get to experience. A world of flavorful food." she said, clicking her tongue in sadness. When she was finished applying the mustard and mayonnaise, Ragnar let the bread fall back down and then brought the sandwich up to his mouth and bit into it. The moment everything hit his tongue, he paused and his eyes drifted to the basket that sat behind y/n. "Is...there more in there?" he asked, after having swallowed the bite he had in his mouth. Y/n chuckled and nodded, stating she had packed several sandwiches. She then pulled out a small and rather noisy bag and he watched as she opened it, leaning forward and looking into the back as she then pulled out a flat piece of..something, and then popped it in her mouth and he could hear the sound of her crunching it. He raised an eyebrow as she continued to crunch on that piece, from what he had seen it did not look at all hard, but yet the sound was quite...loud. He smirked and then she allowed him to grab one from the bag as well and when he placed it within his mouth, he was blown away from the flavor and when he bit down on it, it would have startled him with how crunchy it was, had he not already known from overhearing y/n earlier. "What is this thing?" he asked, still crunching which made her laugh out loud. "It's called a potato chip and there are so many flavors out there." This intrigued him greatly, the fact that this delicious and crunchy form of heaven was made out of a potato and he then asked y/n exactly how they were made and what these other flavors would be. The fact that the list of flavors went on, and he literally had no idea what more than half of them were, blew his mind though she did promise to help him form a quest to try every flavor possible.

Eventually all of the food was gone and now the two of them were left with just sitting upon the quilt she had brought and watching the shadows grow longer as the day grew ever onward. Y/n told Ragnar the history of the castle that was before them as they sat upon the hill and watched people come and go across the grounds before them. How they would venture inside of it and y/n explained how it was open to the public, everyone able to tour the palace and all of its wonders. This intrigued Ragnar greatly, especially the fact that people could just waltz into the castle like that and this caused y/n to laugh. "Well, there are not that many monarchies still around anymore and even then, their power is nothing like it once was. The average person has more power these days than royalty, honestly. Governments were created, people can vote and choose how they want things to be. It's a very different world now." she said as she leaned back on her hands, her legs stretched out before her as she looked at the castle while the sun cast down upon it in a way that made it almost look like it was glowing. Ragnar glanced over at her, not being able to help himself from doing so, his own hands holding him upright as he leaned back upon them as well. He took in just how she was looking at the castle and the grounds that lay out before them, how her eyes showed just how much she admired the history that she knew, the architecture that the castle boasted even after the centuries that it had been standing there. His chest swelled a little as he gazed at her, the way the light would dance across her face as sun hit against the surface of the small lake that was in front of the castle. He finally cleared his throat and looked away for a moment. "Why are you helping me?" he asked finally after a few minutes of silence.

Y/n was silent for awhile after that question, but as he watched, he could see her face showing signs of deep thought. "Because there is a reason behind all of this happening: you suddenly coming into the future and us meeting." she paused for a moment and then looked over at him. "I want to know what that reason is." Their eyes locked for a moment, Ragnar's heart suddenly skipping at beat just from that and then y/n smirked at him. "Plus, you seem like a trouble maker. Someone's gotta keep an eye on you." At this point, Ragnar could not help himself. He leaned toward her, his left hand reaching up and placing itself against the back of her neck gently and with it he brought her toward him. The soft gasp she gave in response silencing as his mouth captured it, his lips softly pressing against hers at first before they began to guide hers in a subtly sensual dance. He could feel her hesitation in the beginning, from the way her body went stiff but after a few moments he felt her relax, give in and she began to move her lips against his as well. The sensation of her lips moving against his caused that low burning heat he had within his lower stomach to engulf into a raging inferno, escalating as her hand made its' way to the side of his face and cupped it for a moment before moving behind his head, to the back of his neck, her fingers digging slightly into the base of his hairline. Ragnar continued the kiss, slowly deepening it as he then moved his body closer to hers and began to maneuver her downward toward the blanket they were seated upon, his hand cradling her neck to guide the way. He moved so that way he was somewhat on top of her, his lips dancing against hers until they began to venture along her jawline and behind her ear, his mind and body reeling from the soft sounds of agreement that came from her mouth as he did.

The hand that he had been using to keep himself from putting all of his weight upon her, slid around her waist and then began to travel toward one of her breasts when suddenly he felt her hand catch hold of his wrist, stopping his movement. Ragnar paused and then slowly pulled his face away slightly, looking down at her with a raised eyebrow. "We should stop before someone sees." she said, which caused him to lift his had further and scan the area with his eyes before looking back down at her. "No one is watching." he said with a smirk, starting to lean back down toward her mouth, but she put a hand against his chest, once again stopping him. Y/n gave a soft chuckle and began to sit up, pushing him upward as well with the hand that was upon his chest. "I'm sure where you are from, people just fuck in the middle of the village and no one spares a passing glance, but here it is quite different. We don't need to end up in jail." Now sitting up, she began to pack up the items around her and put them into the basket. "Perhaps it's time to head back home?" she said, her eyes lifting to meet his. Ragnar quickly stood up and began to carefully roll up the blanket as she gave a soft laugh and moved from on top of it so that he could place it into the basket as well. Soon a taxi was hailed and the two of them were riding along in silence that was so thick that the tension could be cut with a knife. Glances were stolen. Lips were chewed upon slightly. Ragnar's knee was bouncing uncontrollably as he let hand rest there, fingers gripping into his flesh, his mind imagining that his hand was kneading one of those impressive mounds she had for breasts. Could this taxi possibly move any slower?

Finally back at y/n's apartment, they worked together to put away any left overs and other items before y/n stated that she was going to take a shower and Ragnar gave a nod, figuring that he would just lie down upon his bed since he still did not really understand how to work the 'TV'. He followed after her down the hallway and as he did, he couldn't help but let his eyes wander over her as she was before him. The way her back curved, down to that luscious backside...the feelings from earlier began to swell back up within him with a vengeance. Ragnar's pace quickened by a few steps and he then took hold of y/n's waist and turned her toward him suddenly. He moved her against the wall, pushing her up against it as he leaned down and claimed her lips with his once again. Any gasps or noise she may have made in reaction to this sudden movement was swallowed down by Ragnar as he pressed himself against her, his hands sliding down her sides and squeezing lightly. Y/n gave a soft moan against his mouth and this caused him to give a bit of a growl as he then moved his lips to her neck, one of his hands sliding down to cup against her bottom and giving it a hardy squeeze. Ragnar felt her fingers curl a bit into his hair and grip hard, which made him suddenly move his hand from her bottom down to that thigh and he lifted her leg up and wrapped it around his hip as he pressed his growing excitement against her. When he felt her grind against him slightly, Ragnar all but lost control and began to bite and suck against the skin of her collarbone as he used his other hand to move up under her shirt and cupped one of her breasts, giving it a firm squeeze after. Y/n's hand took hold of his braid and pulled his head back up to where she began to kiss him fervently, her tongue even darting across his bottom lip. Ragnar groaned, pressing himself more against her as his body pinned her against the wall, giving his hips a roll while holding there and then grinning against her mouth when she let out an involuntary moan. He then removed his hand from under her shirt and slid it behind her to where he cupped her other thigh and brought it up around his hip as well. He held her like that for a moment against the wall, devouring her lips, biting and sucking against that bottom lip of hers until he then moved away from the wall, carrying her down the hallway and through the doorway of his room.

Their lips never parted as he carried her, not even as he came over to the bed and lowered her down onto it, moving to hover over her. Ragnar took the time to lift her shirt up and over her head, letting his eyes roam over her flawless skin, his eyes hesitating on the odd looking bodice that was clasped around her perfect breasts (he made a mental note to ask about this later). He then began to kiss down the side of her neck, letting his lips dance across her collarbone once more before he moved them further down until he came to the tops of her breasts. He placed light kisses there at first...then he began to lick, moving the piece of fabric that kept her sensitive bud hidden from him. Once it was revealed, he took it into his mouth gently and sucked on it lightly, his eyes lifting toward y/n's face as she gasped. Her back arched upward from the bed and he let one of his arms wrap around her waist to keep her in that position as he then let his other hand begin to slide down the front of her pants, now that there was room with the angle she was in. Ragnar moaned against her skin as he swirled his tongue around her nipple, sucking and gently biting down as his fingers descended toward his objective. His index finger had just brushed against her ready clit when the sound of numerous chimes echoed around them. He paused, lifting his eyes toward her as she gave a groan. "Someone's at the door." she said, breathless. He felt her body begin to tense with the movement of trying to sit herself up, but he held her down with his palm against her pelvic bone and his mouth quickly moving to the other breast as his hand moved away the fabric from that nipple as well. She gasped, arching upward again and gave quick and eager attention to this breast for a moment before lifting his face up some and looking at her. "They can come back another day." he said with smirk, before he began to move his fingers back to her clit...when the chiming began again, this time more frequently. Ragnar gave a loud groan and let his forehead rest against her chest for a moment, before he felt her hand gently begin to push against his chest and he reluctantly rolled off of her and onto his back upon the bed, staring at the ceiling with annoyance.

Y/n gave him an apologetic look before she slipped her shirt back on over her head and adjusted her hair before heading out into the hallway and toward the front door. Ragnar waited for a moment, allowing certain body parts to adjust to the unwelcome interruption, before he pushed himself off of the bed and headed to the living room. He stopped in the doorway of the hall when he found y/n standing by the front door, now closed, with a young man standing beside her. The man cast him a look with a raised eyebrow, to which Ragnar did not hesitate to give back until his eyes moved to y/n as she spoke. "Ragnar, this is my older brother, Kyle."

Gif Credit: @captainalicen

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(If I have forgotten anyone in the tag list, please let me know and I will fix it! <3 )

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Eden Love Story AU

*there was once a beautiful gold city called Heaven ruled over by a benevolent being Yahweh or God as most people called him, he populated Heaven with beautiful beings of light called angels, his most prized angel was named Lucifer Morningstar, an angel he created when he plucked a star from the morning sky, but many angels noted that God was making a new world he called Earth and he filled Earth with many wonderful creatures, but they knew that there was something that was a mystery, something God declared would be his greatest creation, Lucifer wanted to meet this being who was already declared God’s greatest creation, Lucifer flew down to Earth and found himself in a garden even more beautiful than Heaven itself, he hid as he saw God walk through the garden that was called Eden, God then knelt at a patch dirt and dust which he started to mold in the shape of something that almost looked an angel but it wasn’t, in fact this being even more beautiful than any angel Lucifer had ever seen with soft tan skin and beautiful short brown, he flew closer to see this being and suddenly God willed this being to live and the started to breathe, the eyes of the being opened and landed on Lucifer, the eyes the most beautiful shade of honey brown and when the being looked Lucifer he smiled at him, that smile melted Lucifer’s heart, he wanted to be the reason why this being smiled, God saw Lucifer snuck into the garden and instead of lecturing Lucifer for sneaking into Eden, he gave Lucifer the privilege of naming the first human*

Lucifer: Since you were made from the Earth I shall give you the name Adam because you are a man of this Earth.

Adam: Adam, I like my name, what is your name?

Lucifer: My name is Lucifer Morningstar, I was created to be the Archangel of Light. May I come visit you, Adam?

*Adam stood up on unsteady legs, he started to fall, but Lucifer flew forward and caught him, Adam placed his head on Lucifer’s chest causing his heart to beat in a fast manner he wasn’t used to, God then created another human from the Earth who was different than Adam, but also his equal, God gave her the name Lilith*

Adam: I would love for to come here as often as you can.

*what Lucifer and Adam didn’t realize at this moment was that they first pair of soulmates, the perfect half for each other who were meant to lay with each other and start a family, this also planted the first dark seeds of anger and envy in Lilith’s heart seeing Adam happy like this and she vowed that she wouldn’t stop until she saw Adam suffer*

Adam was so confused, he didn't know what he did but Lilith didn't want much to do with him. He was told that she was his wife and that they were to make babies.

Whatever those are.

He didn't know where she would go but it made him feel lonely, but the feeling didn't last long when Lucifer came to visit him.

Adam: Luci! You came!

Lucifer chuckled: Of course I did Adam, I said so didn't I?

Adam: Yes, well I'm glad you're here now I want to show you something.

Adam took him by the hand and led him over to a pond where small yellow fluffy birds were in the water.

Adam: I call these ducks! Do you like them?

[rainforestakiie]

hello everyone, i am back with my new omegaverse au.

i can't wait for you all to read. if you remember my full moon prompt from harvest, this is heavily based on it. i am writing this for @inubaki i saw your new request and it inspired me to write this new au.

i hope you enjoy part 01. i can't wait to post part 02. this will be an omegaxomega story again because it's my favorite~ with possessive and dark lucifer, naive and confused adam.

it's not really a swap au, so adam won't fall with lucifer this time. i'm sorry, everyone. it's going to follow my full moon mini story, so that will be rewritten and added to this au. anyway! i hope you all will enjoy and let me know what you think~

Full Moon

Part 01 - Part 02 - Part 03

Mini AU

At the dawn of existence, before the world had found its rhythm, chaos gave birth to a single, luminous creation: a moon. But this was no ordinary moon, no pale orb hanging in the skies of mortal lands. No, this moon was a celestial marvel, vast and wondrous, its radiance a gentle blue that shimmered like liquid silver. It pulsed with an unearthly glow, its surface rippling as though formed of water from some forgotten, enchanted realm. Thousands of starry fragments seemed trapped within it, glimmering and sparkling, each twinkle whispering secrets of the infinite. This moon was not merely a light in the void; it was life itself, the very cradle of creation. The mortals would come to know it as the Heart of Life.

It was beneath this cosmic beacon that Lucifer came into being. He remembered nothing before that moment—no echoes of thought, no whispers of time. One instant, there was nothing; in the next, he simply was. His first sensation was sharp and jarring: an icy cold that stabbed at his newly formed skin, igniting an instinctual flare of terror in his core. His pale, fragile form trembled and twisted, spilling forth onto the shimmering, reflective platform beneath the moon, a surface as smooth and enigmatic as the moon itself.

Then it happened. The moon’s ethereal light caressed him, and his fragile back split open with a searing, almost beautiful pain. From the rupture emerged six towering wings, their edges dripping with stardust, each feather gleaming as though crafted from the night sky itself. They unfolded in a slow, trembling arc, spilling radiance into the void.

In those first fragile moments, Lucifer was overwhelmed—terrified, confused, and trembling beneath the enormity of existence. But then, as his gaze lifted, his wide, unseeing eyes caught the moon's reflection. Its silvery glow filled his vision, granting him sight, and with it, understanding. The fear melted away, replaced by a warmth so profound it wrapped around his very soul. In that instant, he no longer felt lost. The moon’s light cradled him, whispered to him, and he felt safe. He felt whole.

And for the first time, Lucifer smiled, his heart quietly aglow with a happiness that was ancient and eternal.

Lucifer stood tall, a quiet confidence radiating from his pale, stardust-kissed form. His bare feet hovered just above the shimmering expanse of the moon’s surface, his toes brushing its soft, silvery glow as if testing its touch. He stretched his wings wide, the six magnificent appendages arching outward, their feathers dripping with glimmers of light that seemed alive. Tilting his head back, he basked in the moon's radiant embrace, the soft glow washing over him like a tender lover’s caress. For a moment, the void felt full, brimming with the moon’s quiet adoration.

Then he heard it.

A voice, gentle as a sigh, rippled through the silence, weaving its way into his very soul. It was not male nor female but something far beyond, a melody of existence itself. The moon was speaking to him.

"My Morningstar," it whispered, its tone carrying an ancient tenderness, "you have awakened."

The words curled around him, soft as silk, yet heavy with purpose. Lucifer’s breath hitched as he lowered his gaze to the moon’s surface, his reflection gazing back at him with those glowing, celestial eyes that mirrored the moon’s very essence.

"You are the first, my Morningstar," the moon continued, its voice brimming with a quiet pride. "The first archangel born of my light, and the only one who will ever bear the title of Omega. You are unique. Precious. From this moment, you will carry a duty unlike any other."

Lucifer stood silent, his pale lips slightly parted as he listened, confusion and unease prickling at the edges of his thoughts. He turned slowly, his eyes narrowing as they searched the endless abyss surrounding him. Far in the distance, a flicker caught his attention—a faint flame, no larger than the tip of a pin, burning in defiance of the darkness.

"That," the moon’s voice said softly, "is the Sun of Passion, where your brothers will rise. They are the Alphas, born from fire, brimming with light and recklessness. They are every bit the sun’s reflection—burning brightly, passionately, and fiercely."

Lucifer’s gaze lingered on the distant flame, his celestial eyes squinting as though it would reveal more if he stared long enough. He turned back toward the moon, confusion evident on his delicate features.

"And you," the moon’s voice murmured, "are their balance. Your purpose, my Morningstar, is to unite with an Alpha. To create. To bring forth a new wave of angels into the universe."

The words struck him like a blow, heavy and unwelcome. Lucifer’s expression twisted, his lips pulling downward into a frown. The idea of submission, of yielding to this so-called Alpha, made something churn deep within him. He pressed his hand to his stomach, as if trying to suppress the sickness threatening to rise.

"I don’t want that," he whispered sharply, his voice trembling like a fragile thread about to snap. "I don’t want to submit to them."

The moon’s light dimmed ever so slightly, as though it had heard him but chose not to answer. The silence that followed felt vast, echoing his discontent, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Lucifer turned back to the tiny flicker of the sun, its distant flame pulsing with an intensity that made his stomach tighten. Slowly, he sank to his knees, his form folding into the moon’s shimmering waters. The silvery surface lapped at him, cool and comforting, but it could not soothe the storm raging within. His wings drooped, their radiant light dimming as he buried his face in his hands.

His moonlit eyes lifted once more, scanning the endless plane of the moon’s surface. He knew no Alpha could touch this sacred place. He was safe here, for now. Yet the thought of what awaited—of mating with something born of fire, something created to command—made his chest ache with defiance.

"I don’t want that," he whispered again, the words sharper this time, almost cutting against the silence.

The moon did not reply. Its voice, once so gentle and constant, had withdrawn, leaving Lucifer alone with his rebellion, his fears, and his refusal to accept the fate laid before him.

The first time Lucifer encountered an Alpha, it had been nothing short of unpleasant. Their presence was overwhelming, their arrogance suffocating, and their belief in their own superiority over Omegas left an ache in Lucifer’s chest that refused to fade. To them, Omegas were meant to be beneath them—submissive, pliable, obedient. The very thought turned his stomach. He had avoided them ever since, choosing solitude over their oppressive aura.

Lucifer, almost bare save for the moonlit feathers that adorned his pale form, moved with quiet grace. The soft plumage grew like a second skin, shielding his most intimate places and draping him in a natural elegance. Moon-white and shimmering blue, the feathers lined his arms and legs, caressed his collarbone, and framed his wrists and ankles like celestial jewelry. Two small, delicate wings sprouted from the sides of his head, their soft flutter stirring faint sparkles across his cheeks. He looked like something born of dreams, fragile and yet impossibly radiant.

Stretching his larger wings, he gently combed his fingers through their soft feathers, removing the stardust that clung to them from his exploration of the new stars that had begun to dot the cosmos. The moon had urged him to leave its comforting waters, to see the wonders beyond its light. At first, Lucifer had resisted, reluctant to leave the only place that truly felt like home. But curiosity had won out.

He had landed on a newborn star, his bare feet sinking slightly into its gleaming surface, the golden light beneath his touch warm and alive. His delicate hands traced its smooth expanse, and for the first time, Lucifer felt the pulse of new light—untamed, unshaped, beautiful. His moonlit blue eyes reflected the star's brilliance, shifting to a luminous gold as he smiled softly.

"Ah… you will be the Morningstar," he murmured, his voice tender, almost reverent. A chuckle escaped his lips, light and airy, as he settled back on the balls of his feet. "Like me."

He sighed, his wings twitching as he pulled them closer, beginning to preen the feathers with his fingertips. A few of the plumes shimmered faintly with the golden light of the star, and Lucifer’s gaze lingered on them in quiet awe.

"Oh," he whispered, lowering his gaze to the star beneath him. "You’re amazing."

As if responding to his words, the star quivered beneath his touch, its light gathering and forming into a tiny orb of pure golden brilliance. The orb floated upward, shimmering and sparkling, a miniature star cradled within its fragile glow. Lucifer gasped softly, cupping his stardust-covered hands beneath it, holding it close to his face.

"You’re beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with wonder.

The star twinkled in reply, and Lucifer’s heart stirred—a quiet, strange rhythm that was new and unfamiliar. Time slipped away as he sat there, the golden orb held tenderly in his hands. When his legs began to weaken, trembling beneath him, he didn’t notice. He only had eyes for the star. Slowly, almost instinctively, he tilted his face forward, his long, dark lashes casting shadows over his cheeks. He pressed his lips to the orb in a soft, delicate kiss.

It shone brighter, pulsing in response to his touch, and Lucifer couldn’t help but grin.

"I’m Lucifer," he said softly, his voice a gentle hum. "The Morningstar Archangel."

The star flickered, its golden light shimmering as if in reply.

"I’m… an Omega, apparently," he added, a slight laugh escaping his lips. His gaze softened as he watched the orb sparkle. "The only Omega archangel. There are many Alpha archangels, though."

Lucifer sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping as the weight of the words settled over him.

"Alphas are supposed to dominate Omegas," he murmured, his voice quieter now, tinged with melancholy. "It means I’m supposed to… submit. To them. And…"

He paused, his lips pressing into a thin line before he shook his head. "I don’t like that."

The star flickered softly, as if listening to him, its golden glow pulsing gently against his hands.

"I don’t want to submit. I don’t want to mate with an Alpha," he continued, his words spilling out like confessions to the tiny star. "I don’t want to create a new wave of angels. I don’t want to… surrender myself to someone who thinks they’re better than me. That’s what they think, you know. The Alphas. They think I’m beneath them. That I’m supposed to bow."

His fingers tightened slightly around the orb, though he was careful not to harm it.

"But I’m not," he said, his voice firmer now, though still soft. "I’m not beneath them. And I don’t want to be bound to this fate."

The star shone brighter, as though in agreement, and Lucifer laughed softly, a bittersweet sound.

"You understand, don’t you?" he whispered, his lips curving into a faint smile. "You’re new, just like me. You don’t want someone telling you what you’re meant to be, either."

The orb twinkled, its light dancing across Lucifer’s moonlit skin, and for a moment, he felt understood, comforted. He leaned closer to it, his wings curling protectively around him as he whispered his thoughts into the golden glow.

Lucifer cradled the golden orb in his stardust-streaked hands, his fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against its warm, delicate surface. He wasn’t sure if it truly understood him, if it could feel the ache that bled through every whispered word. Yet the way it sparkled, the way it twinkled as though it were smiling at him, made his chest tighten with a flicker of hope—a hope that maybe, just maybe, it did.

Bringing it closer, Lucifer pressed another gentle kiss to the center of the orb, his lips lingering against its radiant warmth. A sigh escaped him, soft and yearning, as he rested his cheek against its golden glow.

"Can’t I be yours instead?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. He nuzzled his face into the star, his pale lashes fluttering shut. "Can’t you be mine? Can’t we be together instead?"

The orb shivered faintly in his hands, its light pulsing in soft, rhythmic waves. But no voice came, no answer, only the steady sparkle of its golden glow. Lucifer sighed again, his heart heavy.

"I wish it was that simple," he murmured, his breath warming the surface of the orb.

From that moment on, Lucifer refused to let the Morningstar orb drift away from him. It became his constant companion, a small light in the vast abyss that felt too cold and empty without it. He carried it wherever he went, held it close to his chest as though it might dissolve into nothingness if he let go.

When he rested, he would lay upon the silken surface of the moonlit waters, the orb cradled against him like a precious jewel. His wings, vast and soft, curled around them both, their feathery tips brushing lightly against the orb’s surface. Sometimes, he would stroke the golden light with his fingertips, his touch delicate, reverent.

"You’re all I need," he would whisper, his voice trembling with quiet desperation. "You’re enough for me. I don’t need anyone else."

The star would shimmer in response, twinkling like a thousand tiny suns trapped within its core. Lucifer would smile faintly, pressing his lips to it again and again, soft kisses that spoke of longing, of love, of a silent plea to never be left alone again.

His wings became an extension of his affection, their feathery edges tickling the orb, coaxing it to twinkle brighter. The golden light flickered playfully, as if responding to his gentle teasing, and Lucifer would laugh—a soft, airy sound that carried both joy and sorrow.

"Do you like that?" he would ask, brushing his feathers across the orb with deliberate care. "Does it feel nice? I hope it does. I hope… I hope you’re happy with me."

When the star’s light grew brighter in response, Lucifer’s heart swelled. It didn’t matter if it couldn’t speak, if it couldn’t truly understand. The way it glowed, the way it pulsed so gently against his touch, made him feel just a little less lonely in the infinite expanse of the void.

He wouldn’t let it drift away—not for a moment. If it tried to float from his hands, he would unfurl his wings and curl them around it, guiding it back to his embrace. He would press it close, his cheek resting against its warmth, his lashes brushing its glowing surface as he whispered to it.

"Stay with me," he would plead, his voice breaking slightly. "Don’t leave me. Please. I… I don’t think I could bear it if you did."

The star never answered, but it didn’t need to. Its soft light, its playful flickers, were enough to soothe the ache in Lucifer’s chest. And so, he kept it close, holding it tighter with every passing moment, as though the very act of letting go would shatter him into pieces.

He spent his days and nights with the Morningstar orb, caressing it, kissing it, and speaking to it as though it were his closest confidant. He poured his heart into that tiny, golden light, hoping that somehow, it could feel the depth of his affection.

"You’re mine," he would whisper as he held it against his chest, his wings folding protectively around them both. "And I’m yours. That’s enough for me."

The orb twinkled softly in reply, and for the first time in his existence, Lucifer felt something close to peace.

Lucifer first met Michael on the edge of the void, where the faint golden shimmer of the Morningstar reflected against the inky blackness. Michael descended in a slow, graceful arc, his six brilliant wings radiating a warmth that reminded Lucifer of sunlight breaking through storm clouds. His face was calm, kind even, his golden eyes steady as they met Lucifer’s moonlit gaze.

"Lucifer," Michael greeted, his voice low and measured, like a river flowing steadily. "I’ve been looking forward to meeting you."

Lucifer didn’t respond. He stood still, his wings slightly unfurled, his hands resting protectively over his golden orb. He was cautious, suspicious, even though Michael’s demeanor lacked the aggressive arrogance he had come to expect from the Alphas.

Michael tilted his head slightly, his expression gentle. "I know what you’re thinking. But I’m not here to demand anything of you. I only wish to know you better, as your brother."

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed, the soft glow of his pale skin reflecting the faint light of the Morningstar beneath him. He didn’t reply, his silence hanging between them like an unspoken warning. He had no intention of submitting to Michael—or any Alpha.

Soon after, the others began to arrive. Gabriel was the next, his steps light and his smile bright, his honeyed words flowing as he tried to charm Lucifer. But Lucifer could hear the possessiveness beneath the surface of his flattery, the way his gaze lingered too long, assessing and covetous.

Raphael followed, more direct in his approach. His voice was firm and steady, but his eyes betrayed the same undercurrent of desire to claim what he thought was his by right. Uriel was quieter, but his penetrating gaze made Lucifer uneasy, as though the Alpha was already imagining ways to exert control over him.

Lucifer distanced himself from them, keeping his words to a minimum and his movements guarded. He tolerated their presence only because the moon had urged him to be patient. But the moment they drew too close to his Morningstar, everything changed.

It happened when Raphael’s wings cast a shadow over the golden light of the orb. Lucifer’s body tensed, his feathers ruffling as his pale lips parted in a sharp warning.

"Don’t," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Don’t step any closer."

The Alphas froze, their gazes snapping to Lucifer in surprise. They had not expected the quiet, ethereal Omega to bare his teeth, to draw himself up with such palpable defiance.

Raphael’s lips curled into a sneer, his own wings flaring wide as he took an intimidating step forward.

"You dare to order me?" he growled, his voice heavy with authority. "You forget your place, Omega."

Lucifer didn’t flinch. His moonlit eyes burned with cold fire, his wings spreading wide to shield the Morningstar beneath him. "I said, don’t land on my star."

Raphael snarled, taking another step forward as if to challenge him, but Michael quickly intervened, stepping between them. His voice was calm, yet firm as steel.

"Enough, Raphael," Michael said, placing a hand on the other Alpha’s chest. "We’re not here to quarrel."

Raphael growled low in his throat but stepped back, his glare still fixed on Lucifer.

Michael turned to Lucifer, his expression apologetic.

"I promise," he said softly, "We will not set foot on your star. You have my word."

Lucifer gave a sharp nod, but the distrust in his glare didn’t fade. He stayed on edge, his wings curling protectively around the Morningstar as he watched the Alphas with a wary intensity.

For a time, Lucifer managed to keep the Morningstar orb hidden from the others, cradling it in the safety of his wings whenever they were near. But one fateful day, he slipped.

Raphael caught sight of the golden orb, its soft glow cradled delicately in Lucifer’s hands. The Alpha’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and before Lucifer could react, Raphael stepped forward, his movements swift and decisive.

"What is this?" Raphael asked, snatching the orb from Lucifer’s grasp.

Lucifer gasped, panic flashing across his face as he lunged forward.

"Give it back!" he cried, his voice trembling with desperation.

Raphael held the orb up, his expression sceptical as he turned it over in his hands.

"This? You’re clinging to this?" he asked, shaking the orb lightly.

"Stop!" Lucifer pleaded, his wings flaring as he tried to reach for the orb. "You’re hurting them!"

Raphael let out a scoff, his lips twisting into a smirk. "Hurting it? It’s just a star, Lucifer. It has no feelings. No life."

Lucifer’s eyes widened, tears welling up as he made another desperate grab for the orb.

"Give them back!" he begged, his voice breaking. "Please, Raphael, don’t—!"

But Raphael’s grip tightened, his fingers curling around the orb. The golden light flickered, dimming as he began to squeeze.

"Enough of this nonsense," Raphael muttered. "You’re acting ridiculous—"

The orb shattered in his hands, its light bursting into a spray of golden dust that scattered into the air.

Lucifer froze, his breath hitching as he stared at the glittering remnants of his beloved Morningstar.

"No…" he whispered, his voice barely audible. His knees buckled, and he sank to the ground, his trembling hands reaching for the golden dust as if he could gather it back together.

Tears spilled down his cheeks as he tried in vain to scoop up the fragments.

"W-What did you do?" he choked out, his voice shaking with anguish.

Raphael frowned, his expression hardening as he crossed his arms.

"Are you seriously crying over a star?" he said, his tone laced with disdain.

Lucifer didn’t answer. His trembling hands clutched at the golden dust, his tears falling freely as the weight of the loss crushed him. For the first time, the light in his eyes dimmed, leaving only a hollow, aching sorrow in their place.

The golden remnants of the Morningstar orb sparkled faintly on Lucifer’s trembling hands, but the light was fading fast, dissipating into the void like a dying breath. Lucifer’s shoulders quaked as the ache in his chest grew unbearable, the raw grief twisting into something darker.

He looked up, his white eyes blazing with fury, tears streaming unchecked down his cheeks. His voice erupted like thunder, raw and jagged: “How dare you!”

Raphael blinked, taken aback by the sheer force of Lucifer’s scream. He waved a dismissive hand, as though swatting away a trivial concern.

“Calm yourself, Lucifer. It’s just a star orb. Not even a real star. Do you know how many of those things are scattered across the abyss? If it means so much to you, I’ll fetch you another one.”

Lucifer’s wings flared wide, their iridescent feathers shimmering with a furious glow as his voice cracked through the air. “Another one?! That was mine! You had no right to touch it, let alone destroy it!”

Raphael’s jaw tightened, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He squared his shoulders, stepping forward. “You’re overreacting. It was nothing but a bauble—an insignificant flicker of light. You’re acting like a spoiled hatchling.”

Lucifer’s fury only grew, his voice rising to a sharp screech. “That ‘bauble’ was mine! It was alive—it was my Morningstar! You don’t get to decide what it was worth! You had no right!”

Raphael’s eyes narrowed, the faint golden glow of his form intensifying as his own temper frayed.

“Watch your tone, Omega,” he snapped, his voice deep and commanding. “You forget your place! You shouldn’t be raising your voice to me—you should be on your knees, begging for forgiveness!”

Lucifer recoiled, his lip curling in disgust. His wings bristled, his glowing gaze burning with contempt.

“I will never submit to someone like you!” he spat, his voice dripping with venom. “You think you’re entitled to obedience just because you’re an Alpha? You’re nothing but a bully—a cruel, arrogant brute!”

Raphael’s fury ignited fully, his wings flaring wide as he stepped closer. “I’m an Alpha, Lucifer! That means you will obey me! You were made to submit, no matter how high you think you stand!”

The air between them crackled with tension, their opposing energies swirling like colliding storms. Raphael’s fists clenched, his wings tensing as he prepared to strike. Lucifer braced himself, his feathers shimmering like a thousand stars ready to defend their light.

Before either could make a move, a sudden gust of power tore through the space, forcing them apart. Michael landed between them, his golden wings blazing with authority as he thrust his hands outward, halting their fight.

“Enough!” Michael’s voice boomed, echoing through the void. The sheer weight of his command sent both Raphael and Lucifer stumbling back.

Raphael huffed, crossing his arms as he straightened.

“Lucifer’s being sensitive,” he muttered, rolling his shoulders as though brushing off the tension. “It was just a star orb—”

Lucifer’s voice cracked with anguish as he interrupted, his tears glistening like liquid stardust. “He killed it! My Morningstar!”

He held up his trembling, dust-covered hands as his voice broke. “It wasn’t just a star—it was mine. It was alive, and he crushed it like it was nothing!”

Michael’s sharp eyes flicked between them, his brow furrowing as he caught sight of the faint golden dust shimmering across the ground and staining Lucifer’s pale hands. His gaze softened as it returned to Lucifer, the younger angel’s grief palpable in every trembling breath.

“Lucifer…” Michael said gently, his tone calmer now. “Explain.”

Lucifer choked on a sob, clutching the remnants of the Morningstar orb to his chest. His wings sagged, curling protectively around him like a cocoon.

“It wasn’t just a star,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “It was… it was mine. It understood me. It made me feel… less alone. And now it’s gone. He destroyed it like it meant nothing.”

Michael’s expression darkened as he glanced back at Raphael. “You did this?”

Raphael’s wings shifted, and he raised his chin defiantly. “It was just a star. He’s being dramatic.”

Lucifer’s anguish flared into a biting anger again as he pointed a shaking finger at Raphael. “You crushed it! You—!”

His voice broke, and he crumpled, tears falling freely.

Michael knelt beside him, his golden light dimming to a softer glow as he placed a steadying hand on Lucifer’s shoulder. His voice was quiet but firm as he said, “Lucifer, I see your pain. I understand.”

He turned his head, fixing Raphael with a sharp glare. “And you—do you understand what you’ve done?”

Raphael opened his mouth, ready to defend himself, but something in Michael’s gaze stopped him. For a moment, the proud Alpha hesitated, his feathers ruffling uneasily.

Lucifer stayed curled in on himself, his heart shattered along with his Morningstar. He didn’t care if Raphael was chastised or punished. Nothing could bring back what he had lost. Nothing could fill the hollow ache inside him.

Lucifer’s breath hitched, his chest heaving as Michael’s hand rested on his shoulder, attempting to steady him. But the touch only fuelled the fire burning inside him. With a guttural growl, deep and feral, Lucifer shoved Michael’s hand away. His teeth bared; his glowing eyes sharp as shards of glass.

“Don’t touch me!” he hissed, his voice cracking with raw emotion. His trembling hands clenched into fists, and with a powerful burst of stardust, he launched himself to his feet. His six magnificent wings flared out, spanning wide like a storm unravelling across the abyss.

“I hate you!” he screamed, his voice reverberating in the space between them. His lips curled in pure disdain as he glared at Raphael, then Michael, then the dark expanse beyond them, as though condemning every Alpha in existence.

“I hate all you stuck-up Alphas! I will never—never—mate with any of you!”

Lucifer’s wings quivered with the force of his fury, his entire being trembling under the weight of his grief and rage.

“I will never submit to you! Not to any of you!” His voice broke on the last word, but he refused to let it soften him.

Before anyone could respond—before Michael could reach for him again or Raphael could utter another cold retort—Lucifer turned sharply. With a surge of his wings, he launched himself into the abyss, his flight desperate, frantic. The space around him blurred as he fled, leaving the stunned Alphas behind.

Lucifer’s heart thundered in his chest as he reached the familiar glow of his moon. He collapsed onto the cool surface of the moon waters, his legs folding beneath him. His hands pressed against his chest, trembling violently as sobs tore from his throat. The pale glow of the moon bathed his fragile form, soft and tender, like a mother cradling her wounded child.

“What is this feeling?” Lucifer whispered, his voice shaking as he stared up at the luminous orb. Tears streamed down his face, falling like molten stardust into the waters beneath him. His wings drooped, curling protectively around his form as though shielding him from the world.

The moon’s light pulsed gently, like a heartbeat. Its soothing voice whispered to him, soft as a breeze across still waters. “Calm yourself, my Morningstar. The Alpha does not mean to harm you.”

But the words only ignited his fury once more. Lucifer sat up, his fingers curling against the shimmering waters.

“Alphas are horrible!” he snarled, his voice cutting through the moonlight. “They’re terrible! Arrogant! Cruel!”

He slammed his fist into the water, sending ripples dancing across its surface. “I don’t want to mate with any of them! I don’t want them near me!”

The moon’s voice hummed with sadness, its glow dimming slightly. “Forgive the Alpha for his reckless actions. He is passionate but thoughtless, like the fire of his sun.”

Lucifer shook his head violently, his tears falling faster now.

“I can’t!” he sobbed, his voice raw with anguish. “I will never forgive them! I will never trust them!”

His fingers clawed at the waters beneath him, trying to grasp the reflection of the moon but finding only emptiness.

His voice softened, cracking under the weight of his grief. “I’ve lost my Morningstar… My only true lover. My only friend. The only thing I had…”

 His voice faltered, barely audible now. “And now I have no one.”

Lucifer curled into himself, his wings folding tightly around his body as though trying to shield him from the overwhelming emptiness that stretched endlessly in his heart. The moonlight continued to caress him gently, but its warmth could no longer reach the cold, hollow ache within him. The void inside him deepened, and for the first time since his creation, Lucifer felt utterly, irrevocably alone.

From that moment on, Lucifer’s heart hardened against the other archangels. His trust, fragile as glass, was shattered beyond repair. He hated them—their arrogance, their recklessness, the way they carried themselves as though the universe belonged to them. When their paths crossed, his words were sharp and curt, a glacial coldness emanating from his every glance. He kept his distance, avoiding them whenever he could. The only times he allowed their presence were the moments when duty demanded it—when he was needed to assist in the expansion of the universe, weaving the fabric of creation with his reluctant hands.

It was during one of these duties, beneath a newly formed nebula, that Lucifer felt it—a new presence, unfamiliar and strange, yet oddly soothing. His moonlit eyes drifted toward the heart of the radiant swirl, where the birth of a new archangel was taking place. Her emergence was unlike anything he had seen before, her form shimmering into being with a quiet grace that felt more like the soft hum of stars rather than the blaze of fire the Alphas carried.

Her name was Sera, and she was not like the others.

Sera was a constellation come to life, her hair cascading in waves of shimmering purple, flecked with the silver glimmer of distant stars. Her skin glowed faintly, like the quiet, ever-present light of the cosmos. And what struck Lucifer most of all—what drew him toward her like a moth to flame—was the absence of the suffocating, burning scent that clung to the Alphas. With her, there was only calm, a silence that felt like peace.

Lucifer’s curiosity bloomed, hesitant at first, but undeniable. Slowly, cautiously, he drifted closer to her. Sera noticed him, her luminous eyes warm, offering a gentle smile that lacked the sharp edge of dominance he had grown so used to. She didn’t press, didn’t demand; she merely existed, radiating a quiet kindness that soothed the raw edges of his mistrust.

For the first time in what felt like eons, Lucifer didn’t feel the need to guard himself.

As the days passed, he found himself seeking her out more and more. He watched her as she walked among the stars, her touch delicate as she caressed their light, her laughter soft and musical as she spoke to the newborn celestial bodies. She was beautiful, Lucifer realized, with a sharp pang in his chest. Not in the fiery, overwhelming way of the Alphas, but in a way that felt like home. While he reflected the moon with his ethereal glow, Sera was the embodiment of the stars themselves—twinkling, boundless, eternal.

It wasn’t long before their bond began to deepen. Sera, with her patience and calm, never pushed him, never tried to assert herself over him. Instead, she listened, her gaze steady and filled with understanding as Lucifer began to open, little by little. They spent countless hours together, drifting among the stars, their conversations weaving a tapestry of trust and friendship.

But one day, as they sat together on the edge of a glittering comet, Lucifer’s curiosity overcame him. He turned to her, his expression uncertain but earnest.

“What are you?” he asked softly, his voice tinged with awe. “You’re not an Alpha. You don’t smell like them, and you don’t live with them. But you don’t live under the moon with me, either.”

Sera tilted her head, her smile faint but amused.

“I’m something new,” she explained, her voice like the gentle rustle of starlight. “I am neither Alpha nor Omega. I am a Beta.”

Lucifer’s eyes widened, his fascination immediate. “A Beta?” he echoed, leaning closer.

“What does that mean? What is it like to be a Beta?” His questions spilled out in a torrent; his excitement clear.

Sera chuckled softly, her laughter like the soft tinkling of wind chimes. She answered his questions with patience, her tone kind and unhurried. Lucifer couldn’t help but be enchanted by her. Her presence felt like a balm to the loneliness that had long since taken root in his soul.

But even as their bond deepened, there were moments that stirred the bitterness within him. Sera, ever kind and open, spent time with the Alphas too. Lucifer had seen her with them, laughing at Michael’s stories, her smile radiant as she listened intently. It made something inside him twist uncomfortably—a pang of jealousy he didn’t want to acknowledge.

He grew colder, more distant whenever the Alphas were near, his gaze sharp and guarded. Sera noticed, her expression puzzled as she watched his demeanour shift, but she never pressed him for answers. She returned to his side whenever the Alphas left, her presence steady and warm, and for a time, Lucifer allowed himself to forget the rest of the universe.

Still, the sight of her with them lingered in his mind, a reminder of the divide that seemed impossible to bridge. And though he cherished their bond, a part of him couldn’t help but wonder if even Sera, with her gentle light, could truly understand the shadows that clouded his heart.

Lucifer sat cross-legged on a platform of crystallized moonlight, his hands resting delicately on his knees as the faint glow of golden magic shimmered at his fingertips. The light was fragile, flickering like a candle threatened by a gust of wind. Across from him, Sera knelt gracefully, her twinkling lavender hair cascading over her shoulders as her gentle voice guided him.

“Focus, Lucifer,” she murmured, her tone as soothing as the starlight that danced across her skin. “The magic is an extension of your will. You don’t have to force it—just let it flow. Like water.”

Lucifer furrowed his brow, the faint light trembling in his palms. He exhaled slowly, doing his best to follow her advice. The golden glow stabilized, spreading softly across his hands. For the first time in what felt like ages, he allowed himself to relax, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“There you go,” Sera said with a smile of her own, leaning closer. Her presence was steady, a comforting weight that kept him grounded. “You’re doing beautifully.”

But the moment of peace shattered when she spoke again, her tone light, almost teasing. “So,” she began, tilting her head curiously, “why haven’t you picked an Alpha yet?”

The question hit Lucifer like a stone dropped into still water, sending ripples of tension through his body. The glow in his hands flickered violently before extinguishing altogether. His eyes snapped up to meet hers, wide with disbelief. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice sharper than he intended.

Sera hummed, entirely unbothered by his reaction. “You know,” she said casually, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. “As an Omega, it’s your duty to choose an Alpha. To mate. That’s what you were made for, after all.”

Lucifer felt as though the air had been knocked out of his lungs. His wings stiffened, their edges trembling with suppressed emotion. “My duty?” he echoed, his voice low and dangerous.

Sera nodded, entirely unperturbed by the storm brewing within him. “Of course,” she said, her tone slipping into something almost patronizing. “It’s natural for an Omega to fulfill their role. The Alphas are waiting for you to make your decision.”

“My role?” Lucifer’s voice was louder now, incredulous and tinged with anger. “You’re saying my only purpose is to… submit? To breed?”

Sera sighed, her expression soft but exasperated, as though she were speaking to a stubborn child. “Lucifer, it’s not something to be upset about. It’s just the way things are. You’re an Omega. This is what you were created for.”

Lucifer recoiled as though struck, his stardust hands clenching into fists.

“I hate the Alphas,” he hissed, his wings flaring behind him. “I will never mate with one of them.”

Her sigh deepened, the sound heavy with disappointment.

“Lucifer,” she said gently, though her tone carried an edge of impatience. “You’re being emotional. It’s not about what you want—it’s about fulfilling your purpose. You have to understand that.”

The betrayal sank into Lucifer’s chest like an icy blade. He stared at her, his voice shaking.

“You sound just like them,” he spat. “You’re no different.”

Sera hesitated, her starlit gaze flickering with something unreadable.

“Lucifer, we thought…” She trailed off, then sighed again, her voice quiet. “We thought you’d listen to me. That since you’ve grown comfortable with me, I’d be the best one to help you see reason.”

Lucifer froze. His breath caught in his throat as the weight of her words hit him.

“‘We?’” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. “Who’s ‘we?’”

Sera flinched, but only slightly. “The Alphas,” she admitted, her tone hesitant. “They thought I could… encourage you to fulfil your role.”

The room felt as though it had tilted on its axis. Lucifer’s chest tightened, and his voice cracked with disbelief. “So you really think I should submit? That I should bow to them?”

Sera’s gaze softened, her expression one of pity. “Lucifer,” she said gently, “it’s not about bowing. It’s about balance. About doing what’s right for creation.”

His stomach churned. He staggered to his feet, his wings trembling with fury and hurt.

“You were never my friend,” he said, his voice breaking. “You were just another one of them. Trying to control me. To dictate who I am.”

Sera stood as well, her expression turning solemn.

“I care about you, Lucifer,” she said softly. “I only want what’s best for you.”

“No,” Lucifer snapped, his voice filled with venom. “You only want what’s best for them.”

Without another word, he turned and fled, his wings propelling him back to the safety of the moon waters. Tears blurred his vision as he landed beneath the moon’s gentle glow, collapsing onto the stardust ground.

He buried his face in his hands, his body trembling with anger and heartbreak.

“I thought she was different,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I thought I finally had someone I could trust.”

The moon’s soft light caressed him, attempting to soothe his storm of emotions. But Lucifer shook his head, the betrayal too raw to be comforted.

“I have no one,” he whispered to himself. “Not anymore.”

Eons passed in an endless, aching rhythm, time stretching like threads of starlight unraveling across the universe. Lucifer drifted further and further into solitude, his once-vivid radiance dimming to a guarded glow. He kept his distance from his brothers, his silence heavier than any spoken word. Every smile, every gesture from them felt like a calculated move, a hidden agenda. He could not—would not—forgive them. Each one, in their own way, had betrayed him, seeking to control, to manipulate, to twist him into something he refused to be. So, he turned away, withdrawing into himself, and only emerged when duty called him to help sculpt the fabric of creation.

But even creation could not heal the scars etched across his heart.

Lucifer spent most of his days curled upon his Morningstar, a golden sanctuary floating in the vast expanse of the universe. It shimmered faintly beneath him, though its once-blazing light had begun to fade. Centuries ago, its brilliance had rivalled the heavens themselves, but now its glow was dimming, as though its essence was bleeding into the void.

He ran his hands over its gilded surface, his touch tender and trembling.

"Don’t leave me," he whispered, his voice breaking. Tears welled in his moonlit eyes, threatening to spill. "Don’t disappear like my precious orb. You’re all I have left."

But the Morningstar gave no answer, save for the faintest hum of its magic, and even that seemed weaker with each passing century. Curling up against its heart, Lucifer buried his face into the warmth of its light. His wings folded around him protectively as he gazed up at the thousands of stars that adorned the abyss above him. Each one had been hung with care by the archangels—a painstaking labour of love.

Lucifer hated them. Yet, he adored their handiwork.

No Alpha or Beta dared approach the Morningstar anymore. They had learned, at last, to leave it to him. Whether out of respect or fear, Lucifer neither knew nor cared. They had also stayed away from the Moon of Life, but that was by divine decree. The Morningstar? That was Lucifer's by his own command.

Still, he didn’t acknowledge their quiet surrender. He hated them all—Michael, Raphael, Sera. Especially Sera.

Until one day, something changed.

Lucifer woke to a sensation that stirred his very soul. The air shimmered with an energy he hadn’t felt in eons. His skin sparkled, his feathers quivered, and the Morningstar beneath him pulsed faintly, as if sharing in the excitement. Around him, the Moon, the Sun, and the stars shimmered in harmony, their light brighter than he’d ever seen before.

At first, Lucifer remained where he was, his curiosity tempered by caution. He let out a soft hum, tilting his head as the stardust on his arms—the remnants of his lost lover—began to shine in response to the universe’s call. Slowly, he rose from the Morningstar, his wings stretching wide as he ascended.

Out in the boundless expanse, something magnificent was forming.

A sphere of blue and green spun into existence, its colours swirling as if locked in a gentle dance. The sight stole Lucifer’s breath. He hovered, mesmerized, as the sphere took shape, its magic radiating outwards like ripples across a celestial sea.

But then, from the edges of his vision, he saw them—his brothers and sisters, drawn to the new creation like moths to a flame.

Lucifer hesitated, his gut twisting with reluctance. He didn’t want to join them. But something about the sphere called to him, pulling him closer. Against his better judgment, he drifted toward the gathered archangels, keeping a deliberate inch of space between himself and the others.

“Sera,” he murmured, his voice low and uncertain. “What’s happening?”

Sera folded her hands over her chest, her face alight with wonder.

“Something new,” she whispered. “Something far greater than us.”

Lucifer frowned, confusion flickering in his starlit eyes. He turned his gaze upward and froze.

Above the forming sphere stood a being unlike any he had ever seen. She was vast and radiant, her six wings shimmering with the light of every star in the cosmos. Her body seemed woven from the very fabric of existence—feathers, stardust, and wisps of cosmic energy flowing together in perfect harmony.

Lucifer’s breath hitched as he stared at her.

“My name is Metatron,” she announced, her voice resounding like a symphony across the heavens. “I am the Scribe of God.”

Michael stepped forward, his expression casual but curious. “God?”

Metatron smiled, a mysterious glint in her otherworldly gaze. “Yes. God. Our Father and Mother. The Sun and the Moon. The stars and the Milky Way. All in one.”

Her wings unfolded, their light washing over them all as she turned her attention to the sphere below.

“And this…” she said, her voice tinged with awe. “This is Father’s greatest creation. This is Earth, the home of the humans.”

Lucifer blinked, his curiosity piqued despite himself.

“Humans?” he asked softly.

Metatron’s gaze flicked to him, her eyes glimmering with an unfathomable wisdom. “Yes. Humans. They will come in the centuries to follow, but for now, Father is shaping the first of their kind. A single human, crafted with the utmost care and love.”

Sera stepped closer; awe written across her face.

“Where is this human?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“In Eden,” Metatron raised her hand, her fingertips glowing like the first dawn. “Father’s garden. The human will awaken in the next century, and one of you will be tasked with guiding them.”

Lucifer’s wings twitched, his mind racing. He didn’t know whether to feel excitement or dread. A new creation, more delicate than the stars and more alive than the angels. And he would have a part to play in their story.

For the first time in centuries, he allowed himself a fragile flicker of hope. But even that, he knew, was dangerous.

Lucifer had no intention of ever seeing Eden, nor this first human that Metatron spoke of. And, to be honest, he didn’t care. He felt the excitement in the others, felt the eagerness in their movements and voices as they buzzed around the new creation, but he refused to let himself feel anything. He refused to hope. No one had ever truly been on his side, and he had learned that hope only led to disappointment, to betrayal. So, he kept to himself—isolated, withdrawn, like the distant star he had always been.

The Moon of Life became his refuge, the one part of God that still felt like his, as though it were a fragment of himself. At times, he would drift back to the Morningstar, the orb that had once shone so brightly, so full of life and magic. But each time, the fear within him grew. The orb that had once been so golden now seemed dull, losing its light, its spark, and so too did his own soul. The stardust that had once graced his hands and arms now glimmered brighter than the Morningstar itself, but even that felt like a cruel mockery of what had been.

Lucifer sank to his knees, the weight of the world pressing down on him. His wings, those silken moonlit feathers, hung limply at his sides. The golden feathers—gifts from his precious orb—had long since fallen out, each one crumbling away within his hands, no matter how carefully he tried to preserve them. They slipped through his fingers, just as everything else had. His heart ached, his chest burned with the familiar pain of loneliness.

"Please. Please, don't leave me alone," he whispered to the fading glow of the Morningstar. "Please don't die. I need you... you're all I have."

But as always, the Morningstar offered no response. It couldn’t speak, couldn’t offer comfort. Yet, it would shine, it would twinkle in reply. Now, there was only silence. The golden light beneath him flickered, dying in the same way his hopes had. Lucifer’s breath hitched as tears began to fall, slipping down his cheeks and mixing with the soft, dull glow of the Morningstar.

"I'm all alone. You're all I have," he whispered again, as if repeating it would make it less true.

Suddenly, a voice broke through the weight of his sorrow.

"Hello, Lucifer."

Lucifer stiffened, eyes wide with surprise. His heart skipped a beat, and he inhaled sharply, trying to steady himself. His gaze flicked up, but only for a moment—just enough to catch a glimpse of her. Metatron. The tallest, the most magnificent of angels, standing before him like a vision made of starlight and dreams. Her form shimmered with an ethereal radiance that made everything else in the universe seem dull in comparison.

She was... beyond words. No one could describe her—she was everything and nothing, all at once. The Scribe of God. The essence of the universe itself, woven into one being. Lucifer’s breath caught in his throat, but he quickly lowered his gaze, overwhelmed by her presence. He dared not look her directly in the eye; to do so would feel like an unforgivable transgression.

"Metatron," he whispered softly, almost reverently.

He couldn’t bring himself to be bold, to demand she leave his precious Morningstar. No one, not even the other archangels, dared to tread on his star. But Metatron? She was different. She was above them all. Connected to the divine in ways the others could not even begin to comprehend.

Metatron smiled, her voice soft and mysterious. "Lucifer, I have been meaning to speak with you. I owe you an apology."

Lucifer blinked, confused by her words. He barely managed a quiet murmur of understanding.

"It’s... it’s alright," he said, though a part of him felt something stir deep within him at her apology.

She chuckled gently, the sound like the soft rustle of leaves. "It is true. I have been occupied with the formation of Earth."

 Her gaze shifted, becoming more focused. "But Eden... Eden is for the archangels. And, Lucifer... I noticed something."

Lucifer hesitated, his lips parted as he looked away, staring at the surface of the Morningstar as though it might give him some solace.

"I don’t want to work with them," he muttered, barely above a whisper.

Metatron’s gaze softened, her tone still gentle and filled with curiosity.

"And why is that?" she asked, her voice carrying an unspoken understanding, as though she already knew the answer.

Lucifer struggled to find the words, his heart pounding in his chest. "Because... because they don’t care about me.”

“They never did." His voice cracked, but he bit back the tears that threatened to rise once again.

Metatron’s smile didn’t falter. "Lucifer, you are different. You are special. As an Omega, it is important that your magic is woven through Eden, as your siblings’ magic is. It is vital for the human, for all those that will follow." Her voice was firm, yet tender, like a soft lullaby carried on the wind.

Lucifer blinked, his eyes wide, his heart thundering in his chest.

"Special?" he repeated, almost breathless.

"I’m important?" The words felt foreign on his lips, as if he didn’t deserve them.

Metatron chuckled again, a warm, knowing laugh. "Of course, Lucifer. You are the beginning, the very first step in mankind’s story. Don’t you see?"

Lucifer frowned, his chest tightening. "But I’m just an Omega. I don’t... I don’t know how to help the humans or Eden."

Metatron's gaze softened, her voice tender and reassuring. "You already are helping, Lucifer. Just by being who you are."

Lucifer looked at her, feeling a fragile hope stir in the deepest corners of his soul. But it was fleeting, too delicate to hold on to. Still, her words echoed in his mind, and for the first time in centuries, he allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, he could be a part of something larger than the endless void of his own loneliness.

Lucifer's gaze remained fixed on Metatron, his eyes narrowing with suspicion, even as a flicker of hope tugged at the corners of his heart. His wings twitched nervously, the soft moonlight glistening off their delicate feathers. He couldn’t help himself—he needed to ask the question that had been gnawing at him since the moment Metatron had appeared.

"Are you planning to... force me to mate with one of the alphas?" His voice was low, laced with wariness, the old fear resurfacing in the pit of his stomach.

Metatron’s expression softened immediately, a serene smile gracing her lips, as though the question itself was too simple, too human for her.

"No, Lucifer," she said, her voice calm, reassuring. "I have no intention of forcing you to do anything, least of all something so personal. You are your own being, and I would never take that away from you."

Lucifer’s breath caught in his chest. Relief washed over him like a sudden storm breaking through the clouds, the tension in his body loosening. His wings fluttered once more, as if stretching in gratitude for the freedom he had just been granted. He let out a quiet sigh, feeling lighter than he had in what felt like forever.

"Then... then you won’t make me choose?" His voice cracked slightly, unsure of his own emotions. His heart ached with the smallest ember of hope.

Metatron’s smile remained unchanged, though her gaze softened, and there was a warmth in it that Lucifer had not expected. "I will not force you to do anything you do not wish to do.”

“But there will come a time, Lucifer, when you will need to choose. A time when you will have to decide for yourself who you wish to bond with, if you wish to bond with anyone at all." Her voice was gentle, but the weight of her words settled heavily on his chest.

Lucifer blinked, his wings flaring out slightly as he absorbed her words.

"Choose?" he repeated, the word feeling foreign, distant. His mind raced, but he couldn’t quite wrap his thoughts around it.

"What... what do you want me to do?" His voice was softer now, almost pleading, as though he were asking for a lifeline in an ocean of uncertainty.

Metatron’s eyes sparkled with a tenderness he had never seen before, and her voice became almost a whisper, like a secret meant only for him.

"I would like you to see Eden, Lucifer." She spoke slowly, each word wrapped in care, as if trying to convince him without pushing too hard. "You will understand why, once you are there."

Lucifer frowned, uncertainty creeping back into his heart. "Why? What’s in Eden that I need to see?"

 His voice was thick with doubt, though he found himself already itching with curiosity despite his reservations.

Metatron's smile remained soft, patient, almost knowing. "You will see, in time, what you need to. Eden has a way of showing things—of revealing what lies hidden in the heart. It is a place of beginnings, Lucifer. Perhaps, it will help you understand yourself better. And maybe, just maybe, it will help you see the future you have yet to choose."

Lucifer hesitated, his thoughts in turmoil. He longed to stay hidden, to keep his distance from the other archangels, from the world they had created. But something about Metatron’s words, about her unwavering certainty, made him feel that perhaps it was time to step forward—into the unknown, into the world that had been crafted without his consent, without his touch.

For a long moment, he said nothing, his gaze still fixed on her, conflicted. The weight of her words settled over him like the quiet before a storm. Could he truly bring himself to take that step, to see what awaited him in Eden?

Finally, with a soft sigh, Lucifer stood straighter, his wings folding in tightly against his back.

"Alright," he said quietly, more to himself than to her. "I’ll go."

Metatron’s smile deepened, and for the first time, Lucifer saw a glimmer of something softer in her eyes—a flicker of pride, perhaps.

"Good," she murmured. "Trust in yourself, Lucifer. You are more capable than you know."

He nodded slowly, though the unease in his heart remained. Whatever Eden held for him, he couldn’t hide from it forever. It was time to face it, even if he didn’t yet understand why.

Leaving the warmth of the Morningstar was a difficult task for Lucifer. Its familiar golden glow had always been his only solace, the one thing that never wavered, never abandoned him—until now. But Metatron had asked, and despite the unease twisting in his chest, Lucifer couldn't bring himself to refuse her. There was something about her presence that both calmed and stirred him, a quiet pull that he couldn't explain. So, with a reluctant sigh, he spread his wings wide and flew toward the heart of the universe, where Earth was still being formed under Metatron’s careful hands.

It was forbidden, of course. No archangel was allowed to set foot upon Earth just yet—Metatron herself had deemed it too unstable, too fragile. But even so, Lucifer couldn't tear his gaze away. Raphael had called it ugly, Uriel had said it was unpleasant, and Sera had described it as merely a "work in progress." But Lucifer, in his quiet way, thought it was breathtaking.

The rawness of it, the life brewing in the core of its chaos—it was nothing like anything he had ever witnessed. Metatron’s magic swirled around it, delicate and intricate, weaving through the stars in a dance that was both beautiful and unearthly. Lucifer could feel it deep within his bones, a soft hum that resonated with his very being. His skin shimmered, stardust rippling across his form as if the magic itself had awakened something dormant within him.

The sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before. It was new. It was alive. It was wonder itself. And for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, Lucifer felt something akin to peace wash over him. His anxiety about the others, the fear that had plagued him for so long, faded into the background, replaced by a strange sense of belonging.

 Maybe... maybe this isn’t so bad, he thought, his heart fluttering just a little as the stars continued to dance in the distance.

"Lucifer!" The voice that pierced the serenity of the moment was cheerful, almost childlike, and it made Lucifer’s wings jerk instinctively.

He turned, his gaze falling on the smallest of the alphas—Gabriel. Lucifer had never really spoken with Gabriel; most of his encounters were dominated by Michael’s commands or Raphael’s biting words. Gabriel, however, had always kept to the sidelines with Uriel, his presence less imposing, more... withdrawn.

Lucifer tilted his head curiously as he approached the smaller archangel.

"Hi," he murmured, his voice soft and awkward, the tension from earlier still lingering in the air.

Gabriel grinned brightly, his eyes sparkling with something almost contagious. "Metatron said you’d be coming to Eden with me! I didn’t actually think you would!"

His voice was full of excitement, his eagerness clear.

Lucifer blinked, confused by Gabriel’s sudden burst of energy. Metatron wants me to work with an alpha?

The thought settled uneasily in his mind, but he didn't have the chance to dwell on it for long. Gabriel was already speaking again.

"Well, I’m here," Lucifer replied coolly, though his heart was still racing slightly. He wasn’t quite sure how to feel about this new development.

"But listen—" he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping into a firmer tone, "I’ll work with you. But don’t think for a second that means you can dominate me. I won’t submit to you."

Gabriel flinched, visibly shrinking back from the sharpness in Lucifer’s tone. His hands twisted nervously in front of him, and his lips tugged into an uncomfortable smile.

"I don’t want to dominate you," he stammered, his voice uncertain. "I just... want to go down to Eden."

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed with suspicion, his wings fluttering nervously as he studied the smaller archangel. Do I believe him?

His instincts told him to be cautious, to hold his ground, but something in Gabriel’s demeanour made Lucifer question his initial reaction. Perhaps, just perhaps, this one was different.

With a sharp nod, Lucifer sighed in resignation. "Where is Eden, then? If it’s not on Earth?"

Gabriel’s face immediately brightened, the tension evaporating from his form like a cloud dispersing in the wind. He spun around in a delighted whirl, his wings spreading wide as he pointed toward a distant light in the darkness.

"This way!" he exclaimed, his voice full of enthusiasm.

Lucifer followed Gabriel, his mind still swirling with doubt, but the strange, magnetic pull of Metatron’s magic urged him forward.

den was not on Earth. No, it existed on a small star-rock, one that seemed to swell with life with every passing heartbeat of the universe. Lucifer hovered behind Gabriel, his moonlit eyes glimmering with curiosity as he gazed down at the strange orb beneath them. The surface was unlike anything he had ever touched before—warm, soft, and curiously alive.

The texture of the rock was wet, almost sticky, and it clung to his feet like the wet embrace of a forgotten dream. He grimaced slightly as he lifted one foot, examining the brown specks that clung to the soles.

“That's mud, or dirt,” Gabriel explained eagerly, his voice bright, almost infectious. He was positively bouncing with excitement, his wings fluttering around him like a giddy child. “Metatron said the basics of Eden will form from her magic, but we’re meant to create things that will benefit the human once they awaken. Oh! And—Metatron also said the human will be tasked with naming the things we create!”

Lucifer barely heard the latter part, his attention focused on the strange bumps rising from the dirt. They were like the star-rocks, yet not. Their colour was pale, powdery, like the dust of forgotten stars, and their surfaces glistened with an iridescent sheen. Lucifer’s brows furrowed, his fingers tracing the odd texture. He had never encountered anything like this before. It was new. The mystery of it tugged at something deep within him, a feeling he couldn't quite name, but that danced on the edge of his thoughts like a forbidden dream.

Metatron also said we're to develop Eden together!" Gabriel continued, his voice full of eager warmth. "Until it’s a reasonable size for the first human. Then... only one of us will be allowed to live in Eden with them."

Lucifer’s head snapped up at that, his wings twitching slightly as he gazed at Gabriel, who paused, tapping his chin thoughtfully.

"Something about too many of us will overwhelm the human, but one of us will help the human build a connection, help them bond..." Gabriel’s voice trailed off, and he looked away, as though the weight of this responsibility was just beginning to settle upon him.

Lucifer looked down at the star-rock again, trying to keep the unease from his voice. "Would the human be an alpha... or an omega?"

Gabriel froze, his eyes widening slightly, his fingers fumbling nervously with each other. For a moment, he said nothing, and when he spoke, his words were hesitant, awkward. “Um… Metatron said humans wouldn’t be like us."

Lucifer’s heart sank, a bitter chill creeping through him. His moonlit gaze darkened. “So they’ll be free from either?”

His voice was low, almost mocking, though it cracked at the edges with something unspoken. A deep, aching sense of longing gnawed at him.

 Lucky them, he thought bitterly.

Gabriel glanced at him with a sheepish smile, his wings twitching nervously as he looked away, clearly uncomfortable.

“Yeah... lucky them...” he murmured, but there was no joy in his voice, only a quiet, unspoken understanding that the weight of what they had all been made to be was more than just their nature—it was a prison.

Lucifer stood in silence for a moment, his eyes lingering on the small, strange world they were helping to shape. A place so new, so full of potential... yet so far removed from anything he had ever known. His heart was a vast emptiness, and it was starting to feel like there would never be a way out.

Lucifer's feet moved on their own, no longer tethered to Gabriel's eager chatter. The pulse in the air, a soft thrum that seemed to hum with the essence of the world itself, drew him deeper into the heart of the star-rock. It was subtle, like the quiet echo of a forgotten song, but it reverberated through the ground beneath him, vibrating through the dirt, up through his bare feet, and winding its way up his legs until it settled in his chest. It was a feeling he couldn’t name, but it was all-consuming, like the faint brush of a long-lost memory.

His wings unfurled, stretching out wide, as though they too were responding to this pulse, this call that seemed to beckon from within the very stone beneath him. The six wings of the moon beat gently in the air as he moved forward, his thoughts scattering like dust, his focus narrowing as he neared the centre of the rock. There, at the heart of the strange world, he lowered himself to his knees. The pulse was louder here, clearer, almost as if the rock itself was breathing.

Lucifer lowered his hands to the mud, feeling the soft, cool earth against his fingertips. His breath deepened, the golden glow of his magic slowly unfurling around him, shimmering with an energy that felt as old as the stars themselves. He closed his eyes, allowing the pulse to envelop him, to guide him. His golden magic swirled from his hands, spilling out into the earth below him, spreading like a warm river into the dirt.

And then, something began to shift. The dirt trembled, a small movement, like a heartbeat, and then… a sprout. Green tendrils broke through the soil, reaching upward as if drawn by an invisible force. Lucifer's breath caught in his throat, his fingers twitching as he felt the life forming beneath him. The earth responded, swelling and softening in the wake of his magic.

Gabriel, who had been standing a few paces behind, gasped in wonder as the first blades of grass sprouted around Lucifer’s hands.

 "What did you do?" Gabriel asked, his voice breathless, wide-eyed with shock and awe.

Lucifer shrugged, his voice low and distant, almost in a trance.

“I just... listened to what Eden wanted,” he murmured, his eyes still closed, as if the very air around him had become a song he was hearing for the first time. There was a peace in the earth beneath his hands, a resonance in the pulse that made him feel as if he were not creating but joining something far greater than himself.

The dirt seemed to respond to him, shaping itself into life with each breath he took. His magic, once cold and distant, was now blending with the very essence of this place, intertwining with the pulse of Eden itself. Lucifer’s heart stilled, his thoughts fading away. In this moment, it was as though he had found a place where he didn’t have to fight, a place where he could simply be.

The grass continued to grow around him, reaching up towards the sky, its green blades bending gently with the breeze. Each blade was different, each one unique, but all of them were born from the same seed, nurtured by the pulse beneath his fingertips. The land itself was waking, responding to his touch.

Lucifer sat back on his heels, his wings folding gently behind him as he surveyed the scene. It was simple, but it was beautiful. There was no need for grand designs or creations, no need for a master plan. The earth was alive with possibilities, and for the first time in centuries, Lucifer felt the smallest flutter of hope.

Gabriel stared at him in disbelief, the excitement in his eyes growing.

"That… that was incredible," he said quietly, stepping forward, as if unsure of how to approach what he had just witnessed.

Lucifer’s gaze softened, his wings twitching as he finally looked at Gabriel, who stood there, wide-eyed, in awe of the simple beauty of what had just been created.

"Eden speaks to us all, Gabriel," Lucifer said softly, almost to himself. "It’s not about forcing things to grow. It’s about listening. About being a part of it."

Gabriel blinked at him, his confusion evident, but the sincerity in Lucifer’s voice seemed to ease his discomfort. For a brief moment, Lucifer allowed himself to hope. Maybe, just maybe, there was something here for him after all.

Time had no meaning here. The universe flowed like a river of stardust, and everything around him seemed to exist in a haze of soft glows and shifting light. Lucifer sat upon his fading Morningstar, a silent observer, his gaze fixed on the endless drift of glowing stones that glided past him in a slow, languid dance. Each one shone with its own unique hue, casting delicate ripples of colour across the dark expanse of the cosmos. He watched them pass, his thoughts as fleeting as the stars themselves.

The golden dust that clung to his arms caught the starlight, shimmering with a soft, mournful gleam. Lucifer ran his fingers over the sparkling remnants, the dust falling in delicate trails, only to rise and scatter again. His wings, pale and delicate as moonlight, flickered softly in the dark, their faint glow a contrast to the overwhelming silence that hung in the air. He held a small clump of mud from Eden in his hands, idly squeezing it, watching as it crumbled and reformed, falling apart only to return to its shape. It was a small, quiet act, a distraction from the loneliness that wrapped around him like a shroud.

The other archangels were hard at work on Eden, their devotion to the creation of this new world tireless and obsessive. But Lucifer couldn’t bring himself to care as deeply as they did. He helped, yes, in his own way, but there was no yearning in his heart, no pull toward the star rock that had captivated the others. The magic of it, the excitement of building something so new, felt foreign to him. It wasn’t the same. Nothing felt the same.

Lucifer lifted the clump of mud to his face, the cool weight of it oddly grounding. His moonlit eyes flickered softly, not quite focusing as his magic pooled in his chest. He exhaled, breathing warmth into the mud, and slowly, something stirred within. A tiny green sprout pushed its way through the soil, delicate and fresh. Lucifer’s breath caught in his throat as he released a soft hum, watching with wonder as the small leaf unfurled beneath his fingertips. The feeling was gentle, like something tender, fragile, and new.

He had never truly understood why the others poured themselves into Eden with such fervor. What was it about this world that called to them so strongly? But as he traced his fingers over the new life he had created with nothing but his touch, something stirred within him. The leaf was a part of him, somehow. He had made it grow. There was magic in this world, in this place—and maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t as foreign to him as he had once thought.

Lucifer slowly laid the clump of mud back down, his hands lingering for a moment before he lifted his gaze to the distant glow of Eden. His fingers drummed absently against the golden surface of the Morningstar, the sound soft and distant. He hadn’t visited Eden in a while, he realized. There had been no urge, no pull to return. But now, something tugged at him, a quiet whisper at the edge of his mind.

A soft sound escaped his throat, a murmur that spoke of something deeper—of longing, or maybe just an aching emptiness. He wasn't sure. He was only certain that, for the first time in ages, the thought of returning to Eden didn’t feel like an obligation. It felt like a possibility.

Lucifer descended toward Eden, his six wings cutting through the soft, shimmering atmosphere that surrounded the star rock. But this time, as he neared, it wasn’t the muddy, barren surface he remembered. Eden had transformed. It had grown, flourished. The star rock pulsed with life, glowing in shades of green and white. Lucifer’s feet touched the surface gently, but instead of mud, he found himself standing on something soft, cool, and vibrant. Grass. He knelt slowly, running his fingers over the delicate blades, their texture a wonder beneath his touch. The green seemed to glow faintly, alive with something more than just sunlight—it carried magic, a presence.

Rising, Lucifer began to wander through Eden, his steps slow and deliberate as he took in the changes. There were trees now, their canopies arching high above, leaves shimmering faintly as if kissed by stars. Flowers dotted the grass, their petals opening lazily to bask in an unseen glow. The air was richer, heavier, filled with a warmth Lucifer had never felt before—a warmth that seemed to seep into his skin, curling around his heart in a way that both soothed and unnerved him. Eden was alive in a way that felt almost sentient, as if it breathed alongside him, its heartbeat faintly echoing through the ground beneath his feet.

The pulse of Eden grew stronger as he wandered further, guiding him until he came upon the heart of this burgeoning paradise. There, in the centre of it all, was Metatron. She sat with her legs folded beneath her, her eyes shut, her hands resting lightly on the grass. Her wings, immense and radiant, were puffed out around her like a cocoon of shimmering light. But it was her magic that captured Lucifer’s attention. It poured from her in gentle waves, slipping into the soil, the grass, the trees, weaving itself into the very fabric of Eden. As it did, the world around her seemed to shift, brighten, grow. The trees reached higher, the flowers bloomed fuller, the grass thickened into a lush carpet. Even the air seemed to hum with life, a warm, golden energy that Lucifer had never experienced before.

He stood still, watching her in silence. He didn’t dare disturb her, but neither could he leave. There was something mesmerizing about her, about the way her magic worked so seamlessly with Eden. Her presence was calm and steady, yet impossibly powerful. It made him feel small but not insignificant, like he was part of something far greater than himself.

At last, Metatron raised her hands from the ground, the glow around her dimming slightly as she opened her eyes. Her gaze met Lucifer’s, and he immediately looked down, caught like a child sneaking a forbidden glance.

“Lucifer,” she greeted, her voice soft but radiant with warmth. A gentle smile spread across her lips as she rose to her feet, her movements graceful, almost otherworldly. “It has been far too long.”

Lucifer shuffled awkwardly, his wings folding tightly against his back. He didn’t respond, but Metatron didn’t seem to mind. Instead, she turned, her hand gesturing for him to follow.

“Would you like to see something, Lucifer? Something special?” Her voice carried a note of mystery, and despite himself, Lucifer’s curiosity stirred.

“Something the others haven’t seen yet?” he asked, his lips twitching upward in the faintest hint of a smug smile. He didn’t like admitting it, but the thought of being the first to see whatever Metatron had in mind filled him with a quiet thrill.

“Come,” Metatron said simply, leading the way.

Lucifer followed, his eyes wide as he took in just how much Eden had grown. The landscape stretched farther than he remembered, and above them, the sky itself had changed. It wasn’t the dark, star-speckled void he was used to. It was pinkish, warm, like a sunrise frozen in time. The light bathed Eden in soft hues, adding to the surreal beauty of the place.

As they neared the centre, something unusual came into view. A bed of flowers spread out like a woven tapestry, but at its heart was something far larger—a single, enormous bud. Its petals were tightly closed, a deep, velvety red threaded with faint golden veins that seemed to pulse with life. Small, glowing buds framed it, like sentinels guarding a treasure.

Metatron stepped closer, her hands beginning to sparkle faintly as she reached toward the flower.

“This is special,” she said, her voice almost reverent. She turned to look at Lucifer, her smile inviting. “Come closer, Lucifer. I would like you to rest your hand upon it.”

Lucifer frowned, suspicion flickering in his eyes.

“Why?” he asked, his voice cautious.

“Because you are important,” she replied simply, her tone gentle but firm.

Hesitant, Lucifer stepped closer. As he neared the flower, he began to notice the golden veins more clearly. They pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat, their glow strangely familiar. His breath caught as realization stirred within him. The colour, the magic—it reminded him of his own. He raised a hand slowly, his fingers trembling as he pressed them against the petal. It was soft, impossibly so, and warm in a way that sent a shiver through him. The moment he touched it, a fantastical heat rushed through his body, buzzing under his skin and pulling him closer.

“What... what is this?” he whispered, his voice cracking as he pressed his other hand against the petal.

The heartbeat within the flower grew stronger, echoing through his chest, tugging at something deep within him. Before he realized it, he was leaning forward, his cheek resting against the petal, his body melting into its warmth.

A lump formed in his throat as a strange ache spread through his chest. His eyes burned, and for a moment, he thought he might cry. This feeling—it was familiar, hauntingly so. But no matter how hard he tried; he couldn’t place it. All he knew was that it filled the hollow spaces inside him, even as it left him trembling with longing.

 Lucifer’s breath hitched as his eyes burned, tears threatening to spill. He couldn’t stop the ache in his chest, nor the overwhelming urge to press himself further into the flower bud. Its warmth wrapped around him like a comforting embrace, filling every crack in his soul he hadn’t realized was there. He wanted to stay—no, needed to stay. He wanted to press closer, to hold the petals as if they might slip away, to cling to this strange, inexplicable connection and never let go.

But he couldn’t. With a sharp inhale, Lucifer forced himself to pull back, peeling his hands and cheek away from the soft, trembling petals. The loss was immediate, like stepping out of sunlight into icy shadows. He stumbled a step backward, rubbing at his damp eyes with his palms, his shoulders rising and falling with uneven breaths. The ache didn’t leave—it lingered, raw and pulling, but he ignored it as best he could. His moonlit eyes turned toward Metatron, who stood quietly, watching him with that same enigmatic calm.

“What are you?” Lucifer asked, his voice strained, nearly breaking. He sniffled, embarrassed by the question and how desperate it sounded.

Metatron tilted her head slightly, her expression as serene as ever.

“I am the Scribe of God,” she answered simply, though there was a weight to her voice that suggested layers beneath the words.

Lucifer frowned, shaking his head in frustration. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

His voice carried a sharpness, but beneath it was a plea, fragile and uncertain.

Metatron hummed softly, stepping closer to the flower bud with a measured grace. Lucifer felt his wings twitch, a primal urge rising within him to flare them out and block her path. He didn’t want her to touch the flower—his flower. But he clenched his jaw and kept still. He had no right to claim it, no matter how deeply it called to him. The flower belonged to Metatron. It always had.

“I am neither an Alpha nor an Omega,” Metatron said, her voice soft, as if speaking to the flower itself. “I am both. I am nothing like them, and yet, I am them.”

Lucifer sighed heavily, dragging a hand through his golden hair.

“You make no sense,” he muttered, his frustration mixing with the lingering ache in his chest.

Metatron laughed—a quiet, melodic sound that only seemed to deepen the mystery around her. Lucifer’s gaze shifted back to the massive flower bud, his expression softening into wonder. It loomed before him like a secret waiting to be unravelled, its petals pulsing faintly with life, its golden veins glimmering in rhythm with some heartbeat he couldn’t quite name.

“What does it conceal?” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. “What’s inside it?”

His voice carried an edge of longing, the curiosity and yearning intertwining so tightly it made his chest tighten.

Metatron said nothing, merely smiling before turning and walking away, her presence fading into the vibrant Eden around them. But Lucifer couldn’t follow her. His feet remained rooted near the flower, his gaze locked onto its mysterious beauty. The tug in his chest grew stronger, and it made him whimper softly. He couldn’t stay away. He didn’t want to. Every time he tried to stray too far from the flower, the pull brought him back, an invisible tether he couldn’t escape.

He found himself returning to the flower bud time and time again, unable to resist its silent call. When no one else was around—not even Metatron—Lucifer would kneel beside it, his golden Morningstar dusting shimmering faintly as he pressed himself against the petals. He hugged it like a lifeline, his cheek resting against its warmth. And in those moments, he felt peace—fleeting but real, like nothing else in the universe could touch him.

Sometimes, when he was sure he was entirely alone, he would press soft kisses to the petals. They trembled beneath his touch, and he beamed, a rare, unguarded smile spreading across his face. The flower responded to him—it felt him. That knowledge filled him with a quiet, almost childlike joy.

Lucifer caressed the petals gently, his fingers tracing the golden veins as if committing them to memory. He whispered to the flower in a voice too low for anyone else to hear, words that made no sense even to himself. They weren’t prayers, weren’t confessions—they were just fragments of feelings, thoughts, and dreams he couldn’t fully name. And yet, saying them made him happy. The flower felt alive beneath his touch, as though it listened, as though it understood.

Lucifer sighed softly, his forehead resting against the flower.

“What are you?” he whispered again, this time to the flower itself.

But unlike with Metatron, he didn’t need an answer. The flower’s presence, its warmth, was enough. And for the first time in a long time, Lucifer didn’t feel alone.

~#~

The Morningstar dimmed, its radiant gold fading into muted embers. Lucifer stood helplessly at its edge, his hands trembling as he poured his magic into its dying light. He whispered pleas under his breath, his voice cracking as he begged it to hold on. The dusting of gold that had once danced along his arms now dulled, flickering weakly in response to the fading star. His wings shivered, casting faint reflections in the diminishing glow. No matter what he did—no matter how much of himself he gave—it wasn’t enough. The Morningstar was dying, and there was nothing he could do to save it.

“Please…” Lucifer whispered, his voice hoarse. His moonlit eyes glistened, itchy and aching, but he refused to let the tears fall. “Don’t leave me too.”

And then it was gone. The Morningstar’s brilliance vanished, leaving behind a cold, empty shadow where warmth and light had once been. For a moment, Lucifer couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. The silence was deafening, wrapping around him like chains. His chest tightened painfully, and he clutched at his heart as if to stop it from shattering.

“Lucifer…” Michael’s voice broke through the stillness. It was soft at first, cautious, but even that grated against Lucifer’s raw nerves. Michael stepped closer, reaching out a hand to his trembling brother. “It’s just a star. You’ll—”

“Just a star?!” Lucifer’s voice exploded, sharp and cutting as he turned on Michael, his golden eyes blazing with fury. He shoved Michael back, his hands trembling. “Of course, you’d say that! Of course, you’d think it’s just a star, because nothing I care about ever matters to you!”

Michael’s face tightened in confusion, then frustration. “That’s not fair, Lucifer—”

“Fair?” Lucifer’s laugh was bitter, jagged. “That’s so like you, Michael. So alpha of you! You think you know better, you think everything you touch is more important than anything I’ll ever love!”

His wings flared wide, his voice breaking under the weight of his grief and anger.

“Lucifer, stop—” Michael stepped forward again, his tone firmer now, but it only ignited something deeper in Lucifer.

With a guttural cry, Lucifer unleashed a beam of golden magic, so powerful it sent Michael staggering backward, forcing him to retreat. The energy crackled and surged, a raw outpouring of emotion that left the air heavy and charged. When the light faded, Lucifer stood alone, his chest heaving, his hands trembling at his sides.

Without waiting, without thinking, Lucifer fled. His wings carried him blindly into the vast emptiness, golden tears streaking down his face as he flew. He didn’t notice the meteor shower until it was too late. A blazing rock slammed into him, then another, each collision searing through his body like fire. He spiralled downward, his wings failing him as he plummeted through the skies, crashing into Eden with a thunderous impact.

The ground was softer than he expected, but it did little to ease the pain. Groaning, Lucifer pushed himself up, dirt smearing his golden hair and pale skin. He winced as he straightened, clutching his ribs. Around him, Eden stretched out in a way he didn’t recognize. The skies above were a rich blue, streaked with soft, white clouds. The air was warm, alive with the gentle hum of unseen life. The forest around him was lush, vibrant with trees that reached toward the heavens and flowers that swayed in a gentle breeze.

Lucifer sniffled, his tears threatening to spill over again as he dragged himself to his feet. He cradled his arms around himself, his wings drooping behind him as he stumbled forward. Each step felt heavier than the last. The Morningstar was gone. The last piece of light that had felt like home—like his—was gone. He was alone now. Truly, heartbreakingly alone. No one understood him. Not Michael, not Raphael, not Gabriel. They didn’t see him, didn’t care to see him. They only saw an Omega. Something lesser.

Lucifer sniffled, a soft hiccup breaking past his lips as the tears finally began to fall, carving silent trails down his face. His chest heaved with the weight of it all. Why was he the only Omega? Why was he cursed to walk this path alone?

His feet led him instinctively toward the flower bud, the one place he had found comfort. But as the familiar clearing came into view, he froze. His breath hitched, and his heart sank.

The flower bud had bloomed.

Its petals were wide open now, no longer glimmering with the golden veins he had once traced with wonder. They sagged slightly, their vibrant glow dimmed to a pale, lifeless hue. Lucifer stumbled forward, his legs barely holding him as he fell to his knees before it. His trembling hands reached out, brushing against the petals with a soft, desperate touch. But there was no warmth. No pulse. No heartbeat.

“No…” The word slipped out in a choked whisper as Lucifer’s composure crumbled.

He pressed his forehead against the flower, his hands clutching at the limp petals as sobs tore through him. His chest twisted painfully, his wings flaring out behind him as if to shield the flower from the cruel world around them.

“Why?” he cried, his voice breaking into the silence of Eden. “Why is this my fate? Why am I the only one?”

He sobbed harder, his golden tears dripping onto the petals as he pressed soft, trembling kisses to them, willing them to come back to life.

“It’s not fair,” he whispered, his voice cracking with anguish. “It’s not fair…”

Lucifer clung to the flower as though it could anchor him, but the ache in his chest only deepened. He was alone. The Morningstar was gone, and now the flower—the one thing that had brought him solace—was lifeless too. Eden was beautiful, alive, but it felt hollow without the warmth that once filled it.

He buried his face into the petals, his shoulders shaking with the force of his cries. And for the first time in his existence, Lucifer truly felt the weight of what it meant to be alone.

Lucifer's sobs tore through him like jagged shards of glass, his cries raw and unrelenting as his insides seemed to splinter apart. His chest heaved, his fingers clutching at the limp petals of the flower bud as if holding on tightly enough might bring it back to life. His tears fell hot and unbidden, streaking down his cheeks and pooling against the ground of Eden. But then, something cracked behind him—soft, faint, but sharp enough to cut through the haze of his grief.

He froze mid-sob, his breath hitching sharply as his wings stiffened. His heart pounded erratically in his chest. His eyes, rimmed with redness and shimmering with unshed tears, grew wide and sharp with suspicion. Who would follow me here? The thought slithered through his mind, tinged with confusion and anger. The only ones who might dare were—

Lucifer’s jaw tightened as his veins flooded with fury, molten and unrelenting. His wings flared out violently, sending golden flecks scattering through the air like burning embers.

"Those stupid alphas," he hissed through gritted teeth, his voice trembling with venom. "They can never just leave me alone!"

The rage coiled tighter, sharper. "All they do is take! Take and take!"

His wings shuddered, their feathers bristling like a storm about to break. He unleashed a powerful gust of wind in the direction of the sound, his magic crackling through the air.

“Go away!” he roared, his voice raw with pain and wrath. “Leave me alone!”

Scrambling to his feet, he bared his teeth, golden light flickering faintly in his moon-bright eyes. His body trembled as fury overtook him, and his voice lowered into a growl, ready to strike—but then he stopped. He froze mid-motion, his wings stilling, his snarl faltering.

It wasn’t an angel.

Before him stood someone—or something—unlike anything he’d ever seen. They didn’t look celestial, no feathers, no glow of heaven’s light. Yet they radiated a presence, soft but breathtakingly new. Their form was bare, unmarked by the hallmarks of an angel, but it was striking. Ethereal. Whole. The figure’s skin shimmered faintly under Eden’s light, a soft luminescence that captivated him.

Lucifer blinked, his lips parting as he whispered in disbelief, “Who… who are you?”

The anger in his chest faded, replaced by something far more profound—a deep tug, familiar yet achingly foreign. He inched forward instinctively, drawn closer by some invisible thread. The closer he got, the clearer the details became: the gentle curve of the figure’s face, the delicate glow of their skin, the way their golden eyes mirrored something that felt painfully, heartbreakingly like his Morningstar.

"Can't you talk?" Lucifer asked softly, tilting his head, his moonlit eyes wide with curiosity. His voice trembled as he reached out, his hands hesitant but unable to stop themselves. His fingers brushed against the figure’s cheek.

The figure gasped audibly, their golden eyes widening with alarm as they tried to pull away. But Lucifer held on, his grip gentle but firm. A strange sense of possession surged through him, anchoring him to this stranger.

"Oh…" Lucifer murmured, his voice breathless, reverent. "Your eyes."

His wings gave an involuntary flutter, and he leaned in, his voice softening into a whisper. "They're like my Morningstar…”

The stranger’s mouth opened, a sound escaping that was barely a word, and then they stumbled backward, tripping over their own feet. They tumbled to the ground in a flurry of limbs, and Lucifer blinked in surprise, his anger melting into something softer. Something he couldn’t name. He laughed—a true, unrestrained sound that bubbled up from deep within him, foreign and strange to his ears. It startled him, this laugh, but it felt… good. It felt like a reprieve.

The figure tried to scramble away, but Lucifer followed, crawling forward on his hands and knees as if tethered to them. His golden dust glimmered brighter the closer he got, trailing like starlight in his wake. The stranger backed against a tree, their knees pulled up defensively, but Lucifer didn’t stop. He couldn’t. His chest felt as if it might collapse from the need to be closer.

“Lucifer.” A calm, steady voice broke the moment, and he froze, glancing up with a pout. His eyes narrowed.

“Metatron.”

The towering archangel descended gracefully, her wings shimmering in Eden’s sun as she landed before him. Her gaze shifted from Lucifer to the stranger pressed against the tree.

“I see,” she murmured, a faint smile playing on her lips. “So it has been decided.”

Lucifer blinked, tilting his head. “Decided?”

But even as he asked, he was already stepping around Metatron, trying to get closer to the figure again. His hands itched to touch, his mind racing with questions he couldn’t yet form.

“Metatron, move. I want to see them.”

Metatron sighed, spreading her wings wider to block his path. “Lucifer, please. You’ll frighten him.”

Lucifer’s brow furrowed, his wings bristling in frustration. “I won’t frighten him!”

His voice cracked slightly, the desperation in his chest bubbling to the surface. “I… I need to… I need to touch him. I need to see him, feel him, I need to be close to him!”

Metatron’s eyebrows rose briefly, but she composed herself quickly, folding her hands as she glanced back at the stranger. “It seems God has chosen you, just as I expected.”

Lucifer paused mid-step, his curiosity flickering into confusion. He tilted his head like a curious bird.

“Chosen me?” he asked, his voice quieter, laced with wonder. “Chosen me for what?”

Metatron turned, her gaze softening as she looked at the trembling figure against the tree.

“Lucifer,” she said gently, “This is Adam. The first human. God has decided that you will be his guardian archangel.”

Lucifer’s wings stilled, his golden magic dimming slightly as the weight of her words sank in. He glanced at Adam—at the way his golden eyes reflected something achingly familiar yet entirely new—and his breath caught. His fingers, trembling and hesitant, hovered inches from Adam’s face again.

“Guardian archangel…” Lucifer repeated, his voice filled with awe and something deeper, something fragile.

Metatron smiled, stepping back to give them space. "You will guide him, Lucifer. Protect him. Teach him."

Lucifer crouched fully before Adam once more, his eyes locking onto the human's. For a moment, the grief over his Morningstar faded, replaced by a quiet sense of wonder.

"Adam," he whispered, his voice soft and filled with something he hadn’t felt in a long time—purpose.

“Hello, my Adam, I am Lucifer. The only person you will ever need.”

[scekrex]

I shall greet you with a good morning/noon/afternoon/evening/night/midnight.I hope this pity request of mine shall be noticed or seen at once

I just wonder how about a angel reader that helps during the creation of Eden like when Adam was created Reader couldn't help but befriended with the poor lonely mortal every day and every moment he has and the creator likes seeing that his angel is accompanying his first mortal creation while he was making the soulmate of the insignificant mortal who keeps talking about different that is seen around the garden of Eden they even named animals but i must remind you that this time Adam was still a kind soul and Lucifer on the other hand was quite jealous on the mortal and angel(reader) interaction since he's been admiring reader for such a long time so timeskip when both of Adams spouses left him there is his only friend angel hugging him comforting him and ended up sleeping together

-i hope this wasn't much of a bother to you dear writer and be careful have a long life always take care of your health!who knows who your death might be anywhere near anyways i highly appreciate that this pity request of mine reached your attention so this is where I shall end my poetic request your fan:P

By sleeping together I assume you meant physically sleeping and not sex - if I misunderstood let me know. ALSO MOM WAKE UP I HAVE A FAN HOLY SHIT dzcuehcz

Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language & angst

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

If you were to be asked how existence was before god had created Adam, you weren’t to respond with ‘boring’, because it never had been boring. But with Adam created, it was much more entertaining, that was for sure.

The creatures Adam had started to call ‘animals’ at some point had been cute and entertaining, they had been fun to observe and figure out, the ones with fur were so soft to pet. And yet the human that lived in Eden was far more interesting - how could he not be? Adam, as he had been named, was a kind one. And you were proud to say that you had been the first of the angels to interact with him. You visited the human every day, spent the time with him when God’s tasks ran out - after the first time meeting Adam that had happened a lot. Father had made it clear that he liked the bond that slowly formed between the both of you. Yes, Lucifer was his favorite but that didn’t mean he hated all his other children, he even encouraged you to interact with the creative human he had created, to support him and keep him company.

Adam was quite the sight, he was not only very handsome, he was also a charmer. The brunette human was attentive, he was quick to notice and compliment even the smallest changes of your appearance. You had put in some extra effort to clean your feathered wings? The first man was there to tell you how glorious your wings were looking. Your hair was looking a little messier than usual? Adam would make sure you were doing okay and that your messy hair didn’t mean you were stressed. God had created Adam after his very own image and it showed, the man was the definition of kindness and pureness and you adored him for that.

The sun was shining down on you, providing comfortable warmth for you, the human and all of God’s other creations. Lucifer’s curious eyes were observing your interaction with the human from a nearby tree. You were laying in the grass, Adam’s head was resting on your chest and he was as relaxed as he could be when he pointed to a little creature with beautiful wings that landed on your nose, “Look Y/N, a butterfly.” You chuckled softly at his casual way of naming the new found creature that would now be called butterfly. “Its wings look almost as beautiful as yours,” the brunette added with a soft hum and watched as the newly named creation flew away. One of mentioned wings came up to caress his cheek, the softness of your feathers against his skin made Adam close his eyes in comfort. “You’re such a charmer, Adam,” you offered the first and so far only human your warmest smile. The tall brunette hummed, “I am just stating how things are, it only makes sense for God’s children to look beautiful.” Your hand gently pushed some of his thick brown hair out of his face, “Is that the reason for your divine looks?”

Adam opened his eyes to look at you, his brown eyes provided just as much warmth as the sun, that you were sure about. Because whenever the first man looked at you, you couldn’t help but feel adored and appreciated and those feelings made your body feel warm and fuzzy.

Lucifer didn’t like the closeness the both of you shared, he didn’t understand why you took such a liking to the first human at all. He was a mortal, a thing created to fill the place God had created, he was just one out of many creations and he surely wouldn’t remain the only of his kind for very long, Father had made plans to create a partner for Adam after all. Why couldn't it be Lucifer resting on your chest as you enjoyed the beauty Father had created? Why Adam?

Lucifer would never understand what the brunette had to offer that he hadn’t. There was a reason why he was Father’s favorite after all. And yet you were petting Adam’s hair and not Lucifer’s. Yet you rather spent your days roaming around Eden with the first human instead of spending your days behind heaven’s holy gates with Lucifer. It bothered the angel, it bothered him very much.

When the sun set and night rolled around, Lucifer took off and went back to heaven, you however stayed in Eden with Adam. “You see the little sparkles surrounded by darkness? Those are stars,” Adam mumbled, his eyes were falling shut again and again and yet the mortal refused to go to sleep. Why sleep when he could enjoy your company a little longer? “Yeah,” you hummend, “Why so?” The brunette shrugged, “It feels right to call them that, they glow even though darkness surrounds them constantly, they bring dimension to the dark night sky and yet they don’t shine bright enough to hurt your eyes, they feel comfortable just like the word ‘star’ does.” And that made sense, you guessed. Father had given Adam the task to name things and the first human was doing a great job so far. “You are a star too, Y/N,” he then added and you looked at him, his head still resting on your chest. Your wings came up to wrap around the human, providing warmth the sun couldn’t since it had set a while ago. “Because I shine in the dark?” You were referring to the white feathers of your wings that looked like they were glowing in the dark just like the stars were. Adam though shook his head, “No, because you feel comfortable.”

Adam didn’t remain alone for very long and while that caused your visits to reduce since he now had proper company, it didn’t shrink the bond you two had built, you remained just as close as before. But with more time that you spent in heaven, the more you realized Lucifer’s odd behavior towards you and the grudge he seemed to hold against Adam for no reason at all. “I simply do not like you spending so much time around the human, “ the blonde angel spoke, his words were sour and his body language only underlined the honesty of his spoken words. “He was not created for our entertainment.” You however simply shook your head lightly, “Father said he appreciates me spending time with Adam, he thinks it’s a good influence and while Lilith was made from him for him, Father sees no problem in me continuing my visits, he even encourages them. I understand that you are worried, Lucifer,” you rested your hand gently on his shoulder, “But Adam and I get along really well.”

-

But oh how things took a bad turn, no one had expected Lilith to turn down Adam and seek comfort in Lucifer and neither did anyone expect Eve to eat the apple and leave Adam just like Lilith had done before.

As soon as you heard the news you made your way down to Eden to look for the brunette first human. You found him near a lake, your lake to be exact, Adam had named that one lake after you because it was the place you and him spent most of your nights. It was surrounded by trees and yet it offered a perfectly clear view of the sky. A family of ducks lived near that lake and given that those ducks had feathers that reminded him of your wings - one of them was a purely white duck - he had named this spot after you. So it was obvious he would seek comfort at your spot. “Adam,” your soft voice made him look up, you stood next to where he was sitting, tears were standing in his eyes and his cheeks were red - so were his puffy eyes. You sat down next to the lonely human, carefully lifted him in your lap and pulled him in a tight hug, your wings wrapped around the human's body in comfort. Adam clearly needed some comfort. “I heard, I’m so sorry.” The human remained silent, he hadn’t had the strength to talk about what had happened and you understood, it must be very hard to lose the one that had been created for him and only him twice in a row. “I will stay for as long as you need me,” you whispered as you gently patted his back on slow motions. The poor soul was hurt so badly that you were able to feel the damage that had been caused by both of his women turning against him. “For the night?” he asked with a broken voice as tears leaked from his eyes, you nodded. “For the night, “ you assured him, “And for the following day as well, if you wish so.” His fingers dug into your robe, he held onto you as if he was afraid to lose you too and given the situation you understood.

The first man must have been quite exhausted from all the crying he had done because it didn’t take the brunette very long to fall asleep in your arms, and you stayed. You stayed at Eden for an entire week, and you only left after that week because Father had asked to speak with you. Adam was left with your promise to come back and that promise you fulfilled when you returned to him only a few hours later. From then on the human refused to let you leave for very long, he was too afraid you would turn against him as well, but how could you when he was the most perfect thing Father had ever created? No. You would keep him from more damage, guide his soul until he was ready to join you in heaven. And with Fathers blessing, that was your task for the following years.

[doe-eyed-fool]

Fear Of The Known

Lucifer x Fem!Angel!Reader

|Chapter Ten|

It was worse than Y/n thought. Adam had enraged the princess after killing one of her friends. She went for the attack, only to be send flying back down to the hotel rooftop. Y/n watched in horror as Charlie crashed into the hotel sign, sparks flying and shocking the princess.

Had she not be as powerful as she was, the collision could have been fatal.

Adam flew down to finish her off, but Y/n couldn’t stand to watch this any longer. She flew after him, landing on the roof in front of the princess. “Adam stop this!” Y/n demanded.

“Again with this bullshit?” Adam scowls. “Get out of the way so I can finish this bitch off!”

“Can’t you see what you’re doing!?” Y/n exclaimed. “Lucifer will be furious if you continue with this! You nearly killed Charlie!”

Adam’s glare darken, he slowly approaches Y/n. “You seem to care a lot about that prick. And now you’re concerned with his daughter? Maybe you really are a traitor after all.”

Y/n takes a step back. “I am only looking out for Heaven. This event will lead to a horrible future. Not only that, it will lead to your death.” Before Y/n could put anymore distance between herself and Adam, he reached out and grabbed her by wrist, roughly yanking her towards him.

“The only reason Heaven would be in danger is because of these freaks!” Adam yells. “I’m doing everyone a favor by slaughtering them all! If you can’t see that, then you can join them!” He throws Y/n to the ground and raises his weapon to strike.

Charlie yells out in anger, stabbing Adam in his shoulder with her trident, and knocking him away from Y/n. “You’re not going to hurt anyone else! Not while I’m still standing!”

Y/n looked up at her in awe. “Charlie…” The princess really was a diamond in the rough. She barely knows Y/n and yet, she protected her.

Adam brings himself to a stand, he grins wickedly as laughs darkly. “Ok…” He says before rushing Charlie.

Charlie managed to defend herself for a while, but she was unable to keep up with Adam. He grabbed her by the throat and held her high in the air.

“Adam! Don’t!” Y/n cried.

Charlie kicked and she scratched at Adam’s wrist, but she was unable to free herself. She could feel herself slipping as Adam’s grip on her throat tightened.

"This was fun and all, but it's time to die!"

Adam’s laughter was cut short as he was suddenly delivered a swift punch to the face, and was sent flying. Charlie fell, but was quickly caught by someone.

She looked up in shock. “Dad?”

Lucifer’s harden expression soften as he looked down at his daughter. “Hey sweetie. Sorry I was late.” He carefully set her down. Lucifer’s eyes then landed on Y/n.

He hurried to her side to help her. “Y/n, are you alright?” Y/n is brought to a stand. “Y-Yes, I’m fine.” She nods. “Thank you.”

“I see you came back.” Lucifer half-smiles. Y/n laughs lightly. “Yeah. I couldn’t convince Adam to call off the extermination. As you can see…”

“That won’t be a problem for much longer.” Said Lucifer. Just then, Adam makes himself known again.

“Seriously!? How many of you am I gonna have to fight?”

Lucifer steps towards Adam, a confident look on his face. “Oh I’m the only one that matters. See, you messed with my daughter, and now, I am going to fuck you!”

Everyone fell silent upon hearing those words.

“It’s fuck you up, dad.” Charlie whispers. Lucifer glances at her. “Wait, what’d I say-” Adam launches himself at Lucifer, crashing into a near by wall. Lucifer flies upwards to avoid another hit.

“So, Adam! This is what you’ve been up to since Eden huh?” Lucifer smirks as he dodged another attack. “Gotta say, you’ve really let yourself go, bud.”

“You judging me!? You are literally the most hated being in creation!” Adam yells.

“Ha! Well, you’re first wife didn’t seem to hate what I had to offer!” Lucifer moves two of his fingers in front of his mouth. “Or the second! Bow-chika-wow-wow!”

“Fucking asshole!!”

Y/n blinked. ‘Really? I knew Lucifer had tempted Eve to eat that apple but…is that is how he tempted her!?’ She thought in shock.

Y/n tore her attention away from the fight as a terrible feeling came on. She looks to Charlie then back to the fight. Adam threw Lucifer aside and readied another attack.

Y/n’s eyes went wide. “Charlie! Look o-”

She couldn’t get her words out as a giant blast shot through the middle of the hotel. Charlie cried out as she was sent plummeting down.

“Charlie!” Y/n gasps. She runs forward before flying down as fast as she could to catch her. Y/n reached her hand out and grabbed Charlie’s, and pulled her into an embrace. Y/n quickly flew back up, narrowly avoiding falling debris as she ascended.

Y/n was almost made it out, but suddenly, a falling rock struck her in her left wing. A sickening crunch could be heard, Y/n cried in pain. Unable to flap her wings properly, she and Charlie were sent falling again.

Every attempt to flap her wings was met with a new wave of pain. Y/n shut her eyes tightly, she and Charlie yelled as they both plummeted.

However, they would not meet the ground as Lucifer swooped in and caught them both. He flew back to safety, above the now destroyed hotel.

“Are you two ok?” Lucifer asks in a panic. “I’m fine, but Y/n…” Charlie winces as she notices Y/n’s injured wing. Blood was spilling from the nasty split in the joint.

“I-I’ll be fine.” Y/n hisses slightly. "Are you alright, Charlie?" With a guilty expression, Charlie nods.

Lucifer sets Y/n down carefully, her wing hung limp behind her. Y/n looks on at the now destroyed hotel. She couldn’t help but feel sorry for Charlie. She’s worked so hard for this, and in an instant, it was all gone.

Y/n was alerted by Charlie, she looked over to see Adam rushing towards them to attack. Charlie growls before reeling her arm back, her hand turning into a giant claw, that blocked Adam’s attack.

“What the fuck!?” Adam exclaimed. Lucifer glared at him before grabbing Adam and throwing him away from the two. Adam yelled as he was sent crashing down.

Lucifer, in his demonic form, growled as he hovered above the near defeated Adam. “You come at me, and my daughter!? Then you dare put Y/n in harms way! Don’t forget!” Lucifer flew down and delivered blow after blow to Adam’s face.

“You’re in my house, bitch!” Lucifer cackles before raising his arms above his head, flames engulfing his hands. He yells as he goes to finish Adam off. However, he was stopped by Charlie. "Dad, wait!" Lucifer looks to Charlie, confused.

“He’s had enough…”

Lucifer turns his attention back to Adam, who was broken and beaten down. “Heh. Alright.” Lucifer backs off of him. “How does mercy taste, you little bitch?”

To say Y/n was in shock was an understatement. She’s never seen Lucifer so furious before. And if Charlie didn’t stop him, he would have certainly killed Adam.

Wait.

Why wasn’t Adam dead? He was suppose to die in this battle. Had the future been altered?

Lucifer joined Y/n side. “Are you ok?” He asks. Y/n blinks, wordlessly as she gazes at Lucifer’s form. She doesn’t think she’ll get use to seeing him like this. But it wasn’t bad. She didn’t fear him like this, that’s for sure.

He was still Lucifer.

Y/n nods. “Yeah, I’ll be alright. Thank you for saving me back there.” Lucifer smiles. “No problem.” His smile falters as he looks at her wing. He raised his hand but paused.

“Can I?”

Y/n looked confused, but allows him to do what he wanted anyway. Lucifer gently placed his hand over the joint, Y/n winces. Lucifer quickly apologizes, then Y/n felt a gentle warmth blooming in her wing.

After a few seconds, Lucifer moved his hand away. Y/n looked down at her wing, which was completely healed over, as if nothing happened in the first place. She gave it a few flaps to test it.

Y/n smiles brightly. “You healed it!” Lucifer chuckles. “Yeah.”

Y/n hugged him tightly. “Thank you! Man it would have been awful if I had to go back to heaven with my wing injured like that! I wouldn’t know how to explain myself.”

Lucifer hugs her back. “That would be tricky.”

“Soooo...Did you really seduce Eve?” Y/n asks with a chuckle. Lucifer’s face heats up slightly. “Uh…W-well-”

“No! No, you don’t get to end this!” Adam yells as he crawls out of the pit he landed it. “I’m fucking Adam, I am the fucking man! And you’re just a clown or something!”

Lucifer rolls his eyes, clearly unimpressed by Adam’s pitiful tantrum. So was everyone else, including Y/n.

“You all should be worshipping me! All of mankind came from these fucking nuts! You ungrateful, disgusting, fucking losers!” His rant was swiftly cut short as he cried with pain.

“Hey uh, you got something sticking out of your uh…your thing there.” Lucifer mutters pointing at the protrusion. Adam looks down, a sharp blade stabbed through his gut. He then fell to the ground, and on his back was a small cyclopes demon.

“Nifty!?” Charlie exclaims.

So called, Nifty, laughed manically as she continued to stab Adam over and over again. Shouting, “Stab! Stab!” as she did so.

Y/n turned away, not wanting to see the gruesome display. She then heard Lute’s anguished screams. She rushed to Adam’s side. “Adam! Stay with me sir! Adam!!” She cried.

It turns out, the future has not been altered at all. Adam truly was doomed to die here. Y/n didn’t wish death upon him, and a part of her wished she could have done something more to prevent this.

She couldn’t imagine the uproar this will cause when she returns to Heaven…

“It’s over.” Charlie says, glaring down at Lute. Lute looks up at Lucifer, who towered over her.

“Take your little friends, and go home!!” Lucifer then smiles snuggly. “Please.”

Lute picks up Adam’s halo, she then looks to Y/n with a fierce glare. Y/n didn’t miss it, she looked away from Lute.

“All exorcist angels, fall back!” Lute demands as she flies up into the air, the other angels following after into the Heaven portal.

Lucifer turns back to everyone with an awkward grin. “Sooo…Who’s up for pancakes?” The tiny blood soaked cyclopes raised her hand. She would have looked cute, if not for being covered in Adam’s blood. Speaking of…

Y/n glances over at his corpse, then sighs. She could only imagine what Lute would have to say to her when she got back. She knew it couldn’t have been anything good.

She did feel bad for Lute. Those two were close, and to be torn apart so suddenly like that…

Y/n looked back over to the others. Charlie was visibly upset, tears brimming in her eyes. The hotel she worked so hard for, destroyed. But not only that. One of her dear friends had been killed.

Lucifer was at her side, trying to comfort her. Even suggesting they could rebuild the hotel, bigger and better than before. It was a sweet display, Y/n smiled.

And to think, she ever doubted Lucifer. Of course he wasn’t some monster. He might have been trapped in Hell, but clearly, it has not tainted his heart. It gave Y/n great relief to know that.

She just wished she didn’t have to say goodbye soon…

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Extreme Yandere Adam x Fem reader Chap 1/5 Start of your new life !MINORS STAY AWAY!

(hey this is my first post here Just wanna say my english might be bad since I'm from Armenia but I'm excited to post here I USED ALOT OF INSPO FROM OTHER ADAM WRITES TO here are the TWS

Kidnapping, Adam being an incel as usual, threats of violence , Degrading, Manipluation, Violence, Noncon listener, threats of SA ,Gasliting, narcissism and rape if that's not your cup of tea SCROLL

Your are an angel You made it into Heaven recently Heaven would be like a paradise but is kinda like your old life in the big city You have to get a job buy things and Just deal with the classic shit of reality even though your in the FUCKING PROMISELAND

You decided to just be what you did back in Yerevan city and just be a secretary but it was the person to hire you that was strange it was Adam the First man when you met him you expected him to be some wise, kind and Gentle soul but instead you got a creepy, weird man child that you needed to cater to at every Second, Like you could just be standing in Adams office when he says "hey bitch bring me that soda bottle" the bottle was 2 inches out of reach. It seemed like he took pleasure in seeing you be miserable he always said "good girl good good girly" LIKE YOU ARE A FUCKING PET

Every second of your time with Adam was hell he was rude gross and was a FUCKING MISOGYNIST today while you were giving him a back massage he said "yes good girly" again as usual like you were a fucking pet but then he said "that's all you women are good for to serve men" this Made you even more angry but hey the pay is good and that Leeds to today You walk in sad as usual into Adam mansion when he starts making comments about something your already insecure of your wings he rubbed your wings and he then said "heh bitch your wings are so dirty you a fuckin slob yknow that but a hot one at that" he then Grabbed your ass and that's when you broke "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME" you yelled "I QUIT" you then storm of and back into your apartment crying about the insult of your wings and just fed up in general But that's when you get a text from Adam he always texted you when you were working for him but you quit it read "You really thought you could leave me you DUMB WHORE I treated you soo well I gave you everything you could of wanted and this I how you repay me I don't even need you you stupid fucking slut"

You were used to Adams shit by now but this this was just something else you text back "Adam stop messaging me Ill be back tomorrow at 10 am to get my stuff from my office and you better not try ANYTHING" he then responds "why would I try to interact with a brain dead whore anyway" that hurts you but you brush it off "being verbally abused by that dickhead isn't worth the pay" you thought before going to sleep

The next day you woke up at your alarm you got dressed but on a casual Black hoodie with Sweat pants because you weren't doing anything today other then going to Adams mansion to pick up your stuff. you flew over to his mansion only A 13 minute fly before landing at the door you were nervous but you knocked you waited and waited until someone opened the door "wow the whore really had the nerve to show her face again' He snarled "well I cant be to mad at you your fucking hot all we have to do to make your perfect is Shave down those ugly wings" he said in a arrogant tone. You walk inside and go to were your stuff is before you hear Adam locking the door 'what the fuck are you doing Adam" you snarl His mask lights up into those annoying little circle eyes he looks like a giddy child

"well I Talked to The big man upstairs if you get what I'm saying and since he would NEVER Say no to his precious Adam his first creation the person who gets ALL his love and affection he said I could keep you since your such a low ranking angel and you have no family in heaven no one will miss you " He still looked like a giddy child while saying this as all of a sudden He pulled out a stunning ring filled with jewelry and gems and luxury "cmere" he says before Walking towards you he towered over you, you were a quite short and small angel being only 5,5 and he was a Huge 13,2 foot angel. " ADAM THIS IS NOT FUNNY" you yelled at him but he said "Bitch? its not supposed to now were gonna cuddle and snuggle because Im feeling lonely and you cant do JACK SHIT" he sounded firm and serious you were scared and try to make a run for it but were tackled down "fuckin bitch your not escapin" he said before tossing you over his shoulders and taking you into his room upstairs and throwing you onto the bed before "cuddling" with you which was more like Wrestling a teddy bear he managed to restrain you with ease and he giggles "I love small girls like you so short and weak easy for me to... Manhandle" he says in an ominous tone you keep squirming and this just makes him giggle "so feisty" he says "don't worry my little Slut I'll fix you sooner or later I'll break your brain down till its just mush then I'll rebuild it to my liking and then you'll be loyal to me just me unlike those last 2 whores I married ill make sure you never leave" he says in a low coo ''i don't like you adam' you hissed he then got surprised "oh talking back to me don't you know who I am Im Adam the first man and your my new Wife you were created from my fucking rib you have to that me for your existance Im a superior being and your just my Wife you should me grateful so many people would beg to be in my presence and your trying to leave it ungrateful whore" he hissed as he started down at you you noticed he was starting to undress first his shirt then his pants then his Underwear but he kept that stupid mask on

His dick is fucking massive it was huge or maybe you are just small but damn and around it is just a bush of his grey hair He even has a piercing on his cock and his dad Bod OMG but as much as you hate it he was hot "like what you see" Adam teased you try to squirm away only angering him Well if your gonna resist I guess I'm gonna have to fuck that tiny pussy lose he said eagerly before starting to Teasing his cock around the hole "sh sh sh sh sh shhhh let it happen" Adam cooed "your my new wife you like this you have to your just in denial" he giggled before saying "Oh your sooo small My dick might kill you I bet I'd bet I'm like I don't know fucking 11 feet taller then you and my dick is huger then anything I've bet you've seen" he teased while rubbing his cock at the entrance of your pussy "damn it I just cant hold back" Adam yelled "p-p-please stop Adam" you whimpered but it just turned him on more as he said "going in bitch" suddenly you feel his entire dick in you it was huge and painful you were not enjoying yourself but Adam was "f-fuck babe I'm fucking you loose" he laughed as he kept fucking me so hard I felt like I was gonna throw up blood and organs he rearranged with every thrust it felt like a new bone in your body was being reangared you tried to flap your useless little wings which just made him think you were even more about how precious you are "that's so cute the only thing I dislike about you is your wings they get in my way might have to clip your wings soon" he teased scaring you He kept thrusting and more and more got hurt the more you pleaded whimpered yelped winces or squealed the more turned on he got as he was thrusting he laughed at the bulge in your stomach from his dick "it went to far in you really do like this ya whore"

You let out a whimper when he said that and that was the turning point he said "f-fuckkkkk I'm cummingim cumming" before long ropes of the warm jizz entered your pussy "yeah get pregnant bitch that's your only purpose breeding machines for men" he said at you and said let me clean myself up He then gets a rag and clean you and him up before seeming to get more gentle

"look I'm sorry when I get horny I go feral this is not how I am most of the time your just so fucking hot I just c-cant control myself" he said while cuddling you "I love you I really do and this world is cruel you have no family here no friends Nobody I'm the only one you have so im taking you under my wing figurative and literally" he said laughing since he tucked you in between his warm chubby chest and his soft comforting wings he then gets really soft and says "I've seen you on your own and your in so much danger so many people will try to take advantage of you and you have nobody to run to but me so I take it as my duty to protect you and coddle you like the cute little toy your are" he says that in a low coo while petting you his soft voice seemingly temporally calming you down you start to stop Wriggle and start giving up and snuggling into him causing him to turn bright red "their ya go girlly your a good little Beliver right so you should worship me if it wasn't for me you would not me alive you would not of been a thought you have to thank me for everything and disobeying me is just like spitting in the face of God it will get you banished to rot in hell ya get that" he pats your head as you cuddle into his chest since he's so big you look like a little housecat on his chest ''thats it just let my voice soothe you to sleep once you wake up tomorrow your life will be soon much better he teased as you snuggle against his body "nighty nighty" he says before you drift off to sleep

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The Desire to be Loved

Okay so... I watched the new Dead Boy Detectives and I loved it. But it made me kind of sad cuz we didn't get to see Dream. So then I rewatched The Sandman. So please enjoy my ramblings of what could be a new story maybe?

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x OFC Love/Cupid/Venus (you know how these beings have millions of names) (Also technically it could be an x reader because love is sort of anthropomorphic but in this story a she)

Warnings: Manipulation, threats, gay lovers (but it's the Sandman so that should be a given) crying, cliffhanger, unedited, kind of like enemies to lovers, tell me if I miss any

Word count: 1,6k+

Dividers by: @hyelita

Masterlist

(I've moved next part to the bottom)

When the first woman stepped foot on the earth, Lust was quick to follow after in their creation. Desire thrived late with his twin Despair after the birth of Destruction once Lillith set on her own path. And once the second woman set foot on earth, Desire created his first creation: Love. Love set her very first arrow into the heart of Adam and Eve.  

And as Dream had his second in command, Lucien, Desire had their favourite pet, creation, Love. And while Dream cares for his dreamlings, Love was nothing but a pet to use for Desire. One to follow orders and never throw tantrums. He did make her as sickly sweet as love can be, but with the same swing as desire has.  

And for thousands of years, she did as she was told. When Destiny told Desire that true soulmates were about to meet, he’d send love with her red heart arrows. And when it was the beginings of love, he’d sent her with her pink arrows. And finally, when the love was no longer meant to be, he’d send Love, to rip those pink arrows from the lovers. Tearing their hearts apart, leaving it to throb in pain.  

After all, it’s not safe for the Endless to roam the human world. Not long enough or often enough, at least, to fulfil the task that Love is sent to do. That was solidified in Desire’s mind when his least favourite brother got captured by the humans.  

She sits on the roof of a house she hasn’t visited before. That seems impossible, she’s been to almost every corner of the earth. But this house...she can feel the aura seems entirely loveless. A black cloud that leaves a bad taste in her mouth, and she doesn’t even eat. At least now something has finally started to bloom.  

She places the arrow on the hilt of the bow. A cute pink heart at the tip. She pulls the string back, controls her breathing like she’s done a million times. But something stops her when she hears what they’re talking about. “The maids say the guards are late.” The boy who just sat down asks.  

The other boy’s black brows furrow. “Really?” He goes to get up, Shoot! She’s going to miss her opportunity. Rushed, she’ll admit, she releases the arrow and it lands right in the two of them. A smile grows on the both of them. She can see the pink aura form around them and makes her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.  

“I’d better get going. I don’t want my father’s demon to escape.” He chuckles to himself, struggling to let go of his newly appointed lover. ‘father’s demon’? What on earth is that supposed to mean? Curiosity plays in her mind as to what it could mean. Especially with this dark cloud surrounding this supernatural feeling house.  

Carefully, her cupid-wings carry her down to the floor. She follows behind the boy, knowing no one but the supernatural can see her. Her white heels (after all, none of Desire’s creature’s could ever be unfashionable) hit the floor with a click-clack. Down the stairs and past the gates. But she stops right in her tracks with an audible gasp when she sees the Burgess’ demon.  

Alex watches with furrowed brows when the pale being his father had captured stands up. His piercing blue eyes looking over Alex’s shoulder, staring right at Cupid. Her eyes are as big as saucers and her plump pink lips hang open in shock. Dream’s hand rests against the glass, words are at the tip of his tongue, but just as quickly they fall dead.  

Gone. His one hope of escape took one large step back into the realm of Desire. Her mind, although submissive and quiet in nature, knew immediately who it is that is captured in Rodrick Burgess’ house. Who is this being that could’ve saved him and all his dreamers? Why couldn’t Alex see her? Why hasn’t Morpheus seen her before, in the waking or the dreaming?  

Why? Well, because it’s Desire’s number one rule. Her white go-go boots stop in front of his throne. “Your Highness?” She asks, her innocent eyes glued to the floor like a child ready for a scolding. “Yes, dear pet?” Desire says with a slinking smirk and the lick of his lips. He knows this stance of her all too well.  

“I’ve done bad.” She says, her shoe digging into the floor, her hands wringing behind her back. “Do tell.” They beg for the minor being. “Well, I was on the mission you sent me. With Alex Burgess and his new lover. And well, they were talking about something the Alex boy called ‘father’s demon’ and I-” Desire holds out his hand. She rambles often, he’s used to it.  

Cupid plucks a piece of skin from her lip with her teeth, such a nervous girl. “I saw Dream.” She blurts out, knowing better than to continue blabbering. Desire stands from his seat. A huge smirk forms on his face. He’s practically dancing around now, joy coursing through him. Or rather, mischief. “Oh really?”  

“I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t know he’d be there. If I knew I wouldn’t have gone. And-” The rambling starts again. But the anger that she expected isn’t there. “No, no, don’t worry my dear pet. You did good, so good.” They muse, now circling her like a shark with it’s prey. “I did?” She ask, her eyebrows lifting in the middle as she fights off the tears she’d been ready to let go of.  

Desire hums, his finger curling under her chin. “Verrryyy good.” He draws out the words like a cat would that could speak. Love’s long lashes flutter as the tears try up, now turned to confusion. “My brother, dear Morpheus, has been missing for the last 10 years and you, dear pet, have accidently just found him.” 

“I did?” He nods again, driving the point home. “Are we going to save him then? He looked so terribly miserable in the glass cage they put him. When he looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes that he has-” she’s cut off by a sharp nail under her chin, ready to unmake her. “Why would we ever save him? No, no, no! Have I not taught you better? He has not called for our help and for that we’ll let him rot.”  

The tears rise in the emotional girls eyes once more. “That seems so cruel.” She mumbles, a knot in her throat. “Cruel? Are you not the same Cupid who rips the love right from people’s hearts? Who lets them suffer for years before letting them love again? Is that not more cruel than letting a man, an Endless, be as he wishes to be?”  

Venus gasps when the tear rolls down her cheek, “Yes, but-” she wants to say so much. It is not she who gets to chose. It’s him! They make her break the humans and she cries each time she has too. She just preforms her given task dutifully. It pains her when the humans pray to her, because she has no choice in the matter.  

But she doesn’t say anything. She can’t, Desire would unmake her for disobedience. Instead, she just accepts their badgering. “No, pet, we take advantage of this. While he does not have a say in the matter, you and I will execute as many plans as possible for his demise and when he escapes from his capture, we’ll see the Dreaming fall and crumble at our feet.”  

This...this does not sit well with Cupid. Not one bit. “My master, are you sure this is a good idea?” Her voice is barely above a whisper for she fears Desire’s vengeful side. Desire’s head snaps to her. “Don’t you want your master to be more powerful? To rule over so much more than people’s fleeting wants?”  

“I-” she stumbles over her words but can see when those golden eyes warn her what the true answer is. “I do.” Cupid swallows her tongue and this does please Desire. She’s always been the perfect pet. Capable of nothing more than what is told to her.  

But all she can really think of is the desperation in his eyes. One of the Endless, stripped and vulnerable. And he was pleading. Pleading to her. Just another lonely creature made to serve and one of the Endless were pleading to her to free him. But what could she do? She cannot touch the humans, she cannot even speak to them. The universe and it’s creators know she exists, but those they serve struggle to believe.  

One thing that Desire of the Endless did not take into account is that Love isn’t just desire in another form. It isn’t just a want for the pleasure that a human body gives. It’s also the dreams of the humans that give her any form of power. A dream of what more there could be past the fleeting moments of lust. Past the want for sex and through the to the soul.  

A dream that all humans have. To be loved. By their parents, by their siblings, by their friends, by their lovers. Love is something all humans dream of, late at night when they enter the sleeping world. And while yes, they do wish to be lusted over and want over others, what Love gives is much, much more.  

A cross between Desire and Dream. And if the humans cannot Dream of love, can they even love? If there is no Dream, can there still be Love?  

Idk if this is going to be a full story yet but if you think it should be and want to be in the taglist if it becomes one, just ask!

Part 2~

[nowthisis-dark]

I crack his skull open, and there I am,my face engraved on his brain, staring back at me. The familiarity is haunting. I reach for the fractured pieces of him, trying to rinse away my reflection, scrubbing until my fingers are raw. But the stain is adamant. No matter how hard I try, I cannot erase myself from him.

I mash what remains, feeling the soft, fragile tissue turn to pulp beneath my hands. These are the pieces of a future I've shredded. My fingers tremble, and a memory flickers a time he was whole, laughter in his eyes, his hand brushing against mine with warmth. The echo of it stabs through my chest.

I stare at the mess I’ve created, the blood smeared across the floor like paint splatters in a sick art piece, and a gush of disgust washes over me. I’m drenched in his blood, his life force clinging to my skin. The metallic tang floods my senses, stinging my nose, coating my throat until I taste it on my tongue. The smell is overwhelming, suffocating. My tears mix with the river of blood, trickling down in thin, salty streams.

I kneel down, forcing my cold, red hands to reach out, to caress his face. My hand hovers inches from his cheek, but I can’t bring myself to close the gap. I want to weep, to scream, to purge this horror from my soul but my voice is frozen, paralyzed in the back of my throat, trapped as if by chains.

"He was weak." The voice slithers through my mind, dark and scornful, dripping with satisfaction. "We did him a mercy." It's her the other one. She has no regret, no disgust, only pride, as if she’s surveying a masterpiece. The feeling of her satisfaction coils in my chest, foreign yet familiar, a vile pleasure that makes me shudder.

“No,” I whisper, barely recognizing the voice as my own. I shake my head, willing her away. She’s gone now, I tell myself, trying to believe it, trying to feel the relief that never comes. I look around for something to cling to, something real. My eyes land on a delicate silver locket around my neck a gift from my mother. A symbol of who I am. Of who I was. But as I touch it, even this feels tainted, stained beyond redemption.

My knees give way, and I collapse onto the floor, pressing my forehead into the sticky mess, my hands digging into the splinters of his shattered skull. And in that moment, I realize that no matter how many times I scrub, no matter how hard I try to erase her, she will always be a part of me, lurking beneath the surface, waiting for her chance to take control.

I don’t know how long I stay there, lost in the horror of my own creation. My voice finally escapes me, a low, broken wail that echoes through the silence. But even as I scream, there’s a sliver of doubt lodged in my mind a cold, sinking realization.

Maybe… I don’t want her gone. Maybe… I need her.

~K

[talesfromawannabewriter]

Me

For you @mayjor-lochardt as a little treat just the fact that you came up with this amazing AU, and also the way Raphael is described reminds me so much of Gaston. Hope you like it enjoy!

Raphael: As you probably know, the reason for your creation was to help populate the Earth.

Adam: Uh, it has been mentioned to me once or twice before.

Raphael: Good, because I have very good news for you indeed. One that will I'm sure have you screaming to the Heaven's in thanks. For they were the ones who helped arrange it.

Adam: Arrange what exactly?

Raphael grabs Adam and pulls him into his arms harshly. Adam looks up at the archangel's face to see a cocky smirk on his lips. and eyes that held an emotion Adam just couldn't describe. However, he knew it wasn't a positive one.

Raphael: Our marriage my dear you are to be the mother of humanity.

Adam's face falls

Adam: Oh no

Raphael: I think you mean, oh yes! You've been dreaming, just one dream, nearly all your life, hoping scheming just one dream, will you be a wife! Will you be some Alpha's property?

Raphael twirls Adam unexpectedly in a form of dance as he dips him. Causing Adam to become dizzy. Raphael then forces Adam to move along in a form of a slow dance.

Raphael: Good news, that Alpha is me! This equation Omega plus Alpha doesn't help just you! On occasion, if possible, Omega's have their uses too! Mainly to extend the family tree! Baby you're going to expand with me!

Adam felt himself go green.

Raphael: You'll be raising Alphas with pride.

Adam: Inconceivable

Raphael: each will be eight feet five.

Adam: Unbelievable

Raphael: every one of them is stuffed with my best genes!

Adam: I'm not hearing this!

Raphael: You'll always be by my side!

Adam: Just incredible

Raphael: I'll make sure that your belly is always full!

Raphael stops their awkward dance and Adam breathes a sigh of relief until Raph's hands begin to wander. Adam felt like he was ready to puke up his lunch when Raphael started to rub his flat stomach. Adam just stays quiet as Raphael continues.

Raphael: just picture it, Adam, a beautiful mansion up in Heaven, my latest awards for all my achievements placed in a nice sunroom. I sit by the fireplace as my wife who is pregnant with our forty-seventh litter massages my aching feet, while our little ones are playing on the floor. And we will have many, many, many little one's all over the place.

Adam felt vomit rise to his throat, but he managed to swallow it back down.

Adam: heh imagine that.

Raphael: I can see that we make the greatest pair as history will define! Not unlike my eyes!

Raphael turned Adam to face him and gives the omega a serious hard look.

Raphael: You are face-to-face with your destiny! All roads lead to this! The best thing for you is me! Escape me? there's no way! For you are Mr. Raphael!

Raphael lets go of Adam but before the poor human-turned-angel can run away Raphael begins to advance toward him and uses his wings to keep him caged. Adam keeps backing away until his bare back hits the bark of a tree. Raphael slams both his arms on either side of Adam making him trapped. As Adam's fear-filled eyes stare into Raphael's he finally knows what to call the emotion that is clear as day, lust, and pride. Because Adam knows that all he is to Raph is a prize and the archangel is about to collect his prize. He needed a plan to escape and quick.

Raphael: So, what do you say Mr. Raphael? Ready to begin your duties?

He says with a smirk licking his lips before puckering them up and inching them toward Adam with closed eye lids.

Adam: I'm very sorry Raphael, but I just don't deserve you.

Raphael: Who does? Now pucker up and spread those legs wide for AHHHH!!!

Raph yelled when he was pushed away by a strong gust of wind. He lost his balance and fell off the hill he and Adam were on and landed on a large mud puddle. Adam stood with a proud smirk of his own golden wings outstretched as turned and flew away from the Alpha calling back to him one more time

Adam: But hey thanks for asking Raph!