//Okay, everything’s done, I do believe. If not, feel free to smack me over the head with something heavy and tell me I forgot. Also, Luci’s still a demon for 6 more days and seeing nightmares/daymares for 2 more days. (Putting it here so I don’t forget.) But, it’s almost 5 in the morning and I need sleep, because that’s an unfortunate side effect of being human.
Goodnight! I love you all! :)
“They’re nerds, but they’re my nerds,” she explained fondly. “Maybe I’ll bring you ‘round them sometime; as long as you promise not to eat them or something,” a laugh escaped from between her lips, making sure he understood that she was just joking — mostly. If anything happened to those kids she would never forgive herself; they were like family to her. “I can help you find I job if you’d like. I would say I’m pretty good at job-hunting. A personable person, if you will,” another laugh sounded.
“I promise not to eat them.” He chuckled softly. “I like kids. I raised a few of my brothers, I don’t think I could harm a child if I tried.” He assured her. He might be Satan, but he wasn’t satan. He couldn’t harm children. “Would you really?” Was she really willing to help him? He was a little shocked, but a good shocked. It wasn’t common for someone to offer to help him, especially someone he’d just met. And he supposed he really did need a job, if only for something to do. He doubted spending every day buried in books was healthy. He smiled at her and nodded. “I’d appreciate that a lot, thank you.” He wondered exactly what he would be capable of doing. He knew there were a lot of things humans did, but they either required a lot of practice or were too boring to bother with. But, he hoped he’d find something with her help.
Lucida smiled at him, feeling pretty good about herself with the heaps of compliments he kept showering her with. It was good to feel appreciated - not that she did not think others did not appreciate her, it was just nice to hear it out loud. “No problem, darling,” she replied, her eye closing for a moment, trying to ignore the pain washing over her now that the adrenaline began to edge away.
One blue eye cracked open to look at him and she let out a heavy breath that could pass for a laugh. “No, Lucifer, I will not try to hurt you.”
She shrugged. “It is not so noble as you make it sound you know. And pretty much like I look, like I have been run through a blender.”
There was quiet for a few minutes before she dragged herself up. “Wanna beer? I need something for my nerves,” she muttered as she wandered towards the kitchen.
He nodded. “Okay. I didn’t think you would, you know, since you helped stitch my wing and all, but I felt it best to make sure.” Since he was the devil and not too many people were okay with that. “Perhaps I should start trusting people a little more.” He mused. After all, he’d trusted Lucida, sure, he’d gotten wrapped up in a triple homicide, but he couldn’t say it was the worst decision of his life.
“It is. You help those who would otherwise be hunted down and murdered just for existing. Not that everything out there is good, some of them are downright terrible, but the fact that you make an effort to help them, that probably does more for them than anything else.” Humans were terrible creatures, willing to destroy anything and everything they possibly could, but, then there were those like Lucy. The kind ones. The ones who tried. “I think it’s people like you, ones who help, who try to do good things, kind humans, that Gabriel was talking about.” Who would have thought he was right?
He frowned, concerned. She looked terrible and if she felt that bad… He wanted to help if he could. “Is there anything I could do to help?” He knew the hunters were dead, but he still felt angry at them. For not only driving Lucy from her home in the first place but for harming her when she’d done no wrong. But, for every human like Lucida, there were at least ten like the hunters. “No, thank you.” He shook his head. “I don’t drink.” He’d never liked the idea of it.
“Well you can thank Crowley for Killing me in the first place.” She hissed out his name. “If we run into him, can i set him on fire as well Father.” A big smile came across her face. “What is dead should stay dead. Purgatory wasn’t that bad. A whole lot better than what Crowley did with Hell.” Whenever Meg mentioned Crowley’s name, it was like she was spitting out holy water and salt. “He said he didn’t know why he let my kind live. Then why the Hell would he bring me back?” She paused. “Sounds like a plan.”
“Crowley? The crossroad kid? No, wait, he’s king now, isn’t he?” He shook his head. That had come as a surprise, finding out a crossroads demon had ended up in charge. “He killed you? Why would he kill you? Yeah, of course. Set him on fire.” If he’d killed Meg, he deserved it. “What did he do to Hell?” If Purgatory was better than Hell, he was a little wary of what Crowley had done. “I don’t know what He thinks He’s talking about when His apes get to run around. At least I fixed them. I brought out their true nature, took away their ability to pretend.” He muttered to himself. Who was his Father to say anything about his children? “I don’t know, but I’m half-convinced He doesn’t have a clue what He’s doing anymore. Then let’s go. I think there’s a church a few blocks from here. Is that alright or do you have a different one in mind?”
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“Let’s destroy one.” Meg was still very hurt at what Andrew had said to her. He brought he back and then bitched about why he even let her kind live. “I believe i met your Father. He goes by Andrew now. He couldn’t let things be the way they were and brought me back. So nothing would make me happier than seeing one burn or even a few burn.”
“Really?” He snorted. “Andrew? Of all the names, could He have chosen one more human?” But did that mean his Father was back? Interesting. Not that Lucifer had any plans of seeking Him out or even acknowledging He had returned. He no longer held loyalty or love for his Father. “I’m glad He brought you back, though.” He smiled softly. He was glad not all of his children were gone. “You seem angry at him. What did he do to you to cause that? Let’s go, then. How about as many as we can get before it makes the news?”
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Nick sighed. “I don’t wish to be king. I’m a simple man. I want a simple life. And I’m content here. But, yes, if I fail, I promise I’ll stand beside you—willingly.” Either he’d win or lose. Obviously, the odds were against him. He doubted he would change Lucifer’s mind, though it wouldn’t hurt to try. “I won’t fail. You’ll see I’m right, eventually. I’m the teacher. I know what’s best, or have you forgotten?” Nick teased. Allowing his insecurities to show was a weakness; one he couldn’t afford to give in to. If he was a winner, he had to act like a winner; confident and proud. However, he was neither confident nor proud. Only afraid and upset he couldn’t open up to Lucifer as he normally did. What would a demon think of fear? His Lucifer would comfort him; stay until he was all right. Presently, Nick felt alone. There was a lot at stake, and he prayed he could keep Lucifer distracted long enough for the magic to wear off. That was the plan. “A walk through the park. I find it relaxing. We’ll start there.” He said the first thing that came to mind, but Nick doubted the park would interest a demon. What it would do was give him time to figure everything out and ease his anxieties in the process. Before Lucifer moved in, Nick sought solace in nature; the trees and flowers—the sky up above—even the birds as they sung to each other. He needed it now more than ever. “Are you ready?”
Lucifer smiled, satisfied. He would comply with whatever Nick asked, but he would not change his mind. Not now. “Your life would be simple. You would want something, and it would be given to you. Is that not simple?” Even if he was going along with this, he wasn’t going to stop trying to convince Nick. He could give him the world, but yet, it seemed he was hellbent of refusing it. “May I ask why, though? What part of it do you object to? Being a king? Taking back the Earth and allowing it to become beautiful once again? Or is it because I’m not… Because I’m not the same as I am when I was human?” If he could figure out which part Nick objected to, perhaps he could find a way to either change Nick’s mind about it or adjust his plan to make Nick happier with it. “Even if you are the teacher, I doubt you know what’s best this time.” Lucifer wouldn’t regret anything, not this time. Because he wasn’t going to make mistakes this time. “Very well, if it is a walk in the park, I have no objections.” He held his hand out for Nick to take, slightly concerned that he wouldn’t take it. “I’m ready. It’s best to get this game over with sooner rather than later. Plans to make, Cages to open, things like that.”
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“Wait, when did you become a demon?” She looked up at her father. He was always the father of demons, an archangel, but never an actual demon. “Whatever you have in mind, Daddy. I am all for it.” A smirk came across her lips.
“The Grey Ones. They’re usually rather unpleasant, but they seem to have done something alright this time.” They’d given him back at least a little bit of power. He wasn’t quite normal, but it was better than nothing. “Wonderful. I think I’d like to start by destroying at least one of the temples those apes have erected in order to worship my Father. After all, it’s a joke, their religion. They have this idea that he’s merciful, you know? That sounds fun. Or is that too cliche?”
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“Father?” Meg could sense him so she followed until she found him. It had been a few decades since she last saw him or at least it felt like it. Meg couldn’t help but to let out a laugh when she heard what he was saying. “Whats got you in the mood to do such things, Father?”
“Meg?” He smiled when he saw her. It had been quite some time since he’d last saw her last. “Hello, little one. I think it would be a little funny to make the stories come true now that I really am what the humans think I am. You know, the ones about me being a demon and being the cause of their troubles and all that.” He shrugged. “Care to join me?”
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| Kin and Lucy | ||
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“Lucy. Kin’s a demon. Her chances of surviving are far greater than Lucy’s.” |
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“There isn’t much of a difference between soft and tired, is there, father?”
“Are you trying to be irritating, little one? Because you’re doing a wonderful job of it.”
“No.”
She didn’t even know what she was protesting to, her eyes narrowed just a little bit in hate, stepping towards him. It took her a moment to rationalize everything in her brain before growling.
“Damn it, no. No no no. No.”
“No what?” He asked, tilting his head to the side in confusion. “Is there something wrong with me being like this? I don’t see the problem. It’s a lot better than before, really.” What was the problem? He liked being like this. It was so much easier. He didn’t care and that was so much easier than being a human. “Granted, it’s not quite like being an angel, it’s much… darker. Tainted and filthy, but at least it doesn’t hurt.”
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Katherine often found herself able to keep a calm demeanor even in the most delicate situations. However, venturing home from her shift at the diner at one in the morning always made her wary of the dimly lit streets. It wasn’t often she would find herself in the presence of another at such a late hour, much less that of a stranger. And yet here she was, bumping into an unfamiliar man.
“I’m sorry, I guess I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
Lucifer didn’t particularly like the dark, but it was significantly cooler when the sun was down and he liked walking when it was cool. And the lack of people was a plus. At least, it usually was but he’d gotten bored with his old route and taken a different road, which apparently had led to a collision with, well, someone. Shaking off his momentary shock he shook his head. “It’s fine. Neither was I.” He laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Are you alright?”
