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Chapter 4: Winter
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This little game between himself and Alexiel was getting more annoying with the days. Lucifer frowned at her stiff figure and the intense concentration she had on the flowers beneath her fingers. She avoided him like a plague, and when he did manage to find her, she’d simply ignore him.
Consequently, Lucifer wanted to wring her neck.
Truth be told he was not accustomed to such behavior, from man or woman, angel or demon. Certainly not both put together. He was a being who demanded respect and reverence from those in his presence, induced fear with a single stare. What shocked him was Alexiel continuous behavior to him, what shocked him more was that he actually cared about it. He didn’t want her cold shoulder, he wanted her body, her hair, her lips connecting with his. Lucifer scowled at his sentimentality. Damn her . . . Damn her . . .
Lucifer leaned against the pillar, his hand gripping the marble stone so hard it began to crack. What was it anyways? Attraction was only part of the instinct to procreate wasn’t it? You don’t want to have sex with a woman you don’t like right? No, not right. Didn’t humans on Assiah continuously commit sexual acts without an ounce of attraction? They had sex for money or just because . . . But he was definitely not human so maybe it didn’t count with him . . .
When he lived in Heaven there were strict rules, rule number one was not to have any sexual relations with female angels, which could result in an I-child, an improper angel malformed and mentally retarded. He kept his distance with female angels after learning this rule, but they crowded around him continuously, praising his power and handsome features. Always these acts annoyed the hell out of him, the simpering and batted eye lashes. It was downright disturbing.
Lucifer liked headstrong women, it was why he got along so well with Beliel, or why he admired Alexiel. Ok, maybe he did like Alexiel a little, the tiniest fraction. He held her in high-esteem, Alexiel’s strength was admirable and her beauty was vast. Sometimes he couldn’t help his wandering thoughts and they would immediately turn towards her. Lucifer studied her figure now, the mahogany hair spilled past her creamy shoulders, the strands nearly touched the floor. Her hands were flawless, the fingers tracing every petal.
At their second meeting she’d hurt herself, those hands were badly burned. He’d taken them and licked the blood away, gazing up at her face to gather her expression, which was stoic. Even then Alexiel didn’t give anything away, no moments of weakness for her. Lucifer had had his though. In that act he’d shown Alexiel a different side of himself no one else had witnessed before. She probably didn’t realize it, but when he’d taken her blood, he’d bound them together. Her blood had been strong, and since he’d taken it some of her power now flowed through his veins.
Same blood . . . Same fate in the end . . .
“Are you going to stand their forever?”
“Until you speak to me.” Lucifer answered.
Alexiel’s eyes were void of expressions as she asked, “Why?”
Why? He didn’t know. At that moment Beliel’s words came back to haunt him ‘I think you’re in love with Alexiel.’ . . . In love with Alexiel . . . Would it be that bad to be in love with this woman?
Lucifer moved slowly, making his way to where she stood. Once they were close enough he slid his hand up her neck to rest entwined in her hair. Alexiel only stared at his face as he took her right hand and linked his through hers to keep them together. He brushed his lips across her jaw lightly, barely touching skin. Lucifer’s hand moved down to her waist, to bring them closer together and press her against him.
He kissed the side of her mouth and then she surprised him yet again.
All she could think about was having his lips on hers. Alexiel turned her head so that Lucifer’s mouth connected with hers and reached up with her left hand to run her fingers through his hair. The flowers had fallen from her grasp onto the stone floor, but she didn’t care anymore. His tongue probed her mouth and sent delicious feelings through her body. Alexiel didn’t know what else to do but kiss him back. Why, why him?
When she broke away his breathing was as ragged as hers.
Lucifer murmured, “Are you ready to marry me now?”
She licked her lips and replied, “No.”
“Any particular reason why you don’t want to . . . ?” He trailed off into silence. The quiet was enormous and grew while Alexiel thought about her answer.
“I don’t think you’d give me what I want, especially if I became your wife.” she answered carefully.
Lucifer frowned. “Depends on what you’re asking for obviously.”
Alexiel glared at the ground, her hands clenched at her side. The kiss they had just shared was giving him ideas, damn her traitorous body! “Doesn’t matter. I’m leaving.” She walked past him but suddenly Lucifer’s hand shot out and had her upper arm in a vice grip. Alexiel snarled at that and narrowed her eyes at his, surprised to see the most intense expression upon his face.
“It does.” he stated.
She wrenched her arm away and massaged the reddened flesh. “Really? Well it bothers me that you’re trying to exploit me.” Lucifer opened his mouth to retort but she cut him off. “And the fact that you think you’re all superior. Ok, maybe you do have more power than I do, but that doesn’t mean I’m a delicate angel that always needs to be taken care of. I can run my own life just fine.”
“Seems that when you’re stuck in a prison,” Lucifer replied dryly. “You’re not actually living.”
“Shut up!” she screamed. Alexiel truly hated Lucifer then. She backed away from him and left the flowers in her wake, the petals already turning brown.
Lucifer stepped on them and heard the satisfying sound of breaking stems under his boot. Stupid, stupid, stupid woman. Stupid him. Laughter erupted from behind him and Lucifer whipped around to face Beliel. The Satan lounged on a tree and smiled when she realized Lucifer noted her presence, then all mockery faded. “Something’s happened . . .” she said gravely. “An angel’s come down from Heaven wanting Alexiel returned.”
His face was stoic as he asked, “Who?”
“He said his name was Katan, servant of Alexiel’s twin Rosiel.”
Figures, Lucifer thought and sighed inwardly. Of course, the brother would want her back, never mind the other angels in Heaven who probably hadn’t noticed her disappearance. So typical, he shouldn’t have expected anything less.
“I think you should come back to Sheol now Lucifer. We need you.” said Beliel quietly. She played with the bells at the ends of her jester hat. “Barbelo and Asmodeus are plotting to overthrow you, and I think some of the other Satans are going to their side . . .”
Why did this have to happen now? He wasn’t ready to leave Gehenna, Alexiel hadn’t agreed to marry him yet! Wait, what the hell was wrong with him?
“If I’m going to leave I need to take Alexiel with me . . .”
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Alexiel pressed her back to the stone wall and sagged against the wall in defeat. Why was this so hard? These feelings made her a traitor to herself and everything she was doing went against every principle she held. Turning her head to kiss him like that . . . Wanting more when they parted . . . What type of woman was she?
One who’s in love.
No . . . no . . . NO . . .
She buried her face in her hands and wanted to scream out in frustration and anguish.
Face the facts girl, you’re in love with Lucifer. High Lord of Hell Lucifer . . .
I can’t . . .
Couldn’t have hooked yourself a better one if you tried, her mind said.
It can’t be him!
Suddenly a conversation between her and Arachne came to mind. It had been the day she’d agreed to the ‘date’ with Lucifer.
‘It’s ok to fall in love.’
‘It’s ok to fall in love.’
That’s what Arachne had said . . . Had she known? Did she already know how their relationship would turn out in the end? A continuous battle of wills and conflicting emotions? Alexiel turned around just as the dark hand erupted from the wall. Her astral power flared to life but the shadows absorbed the onslaught. A pair of hands came up from the floor also, clutching her ankles and preventing her from fleeing. She would not scream, she would not cry out for help.
Alexiel could feel hands clawing at her back and a cloth suddenly covered her mouth. Drugs?
Alexiel’s body collapsed into Beliel’s waiting arms, unconscious. The Satan smirked. “Easy as pie . . .”
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Things passed her as blurs, speech was incoherent.
In a dream she could remember a great dais, upon which someone sat.
In a dream she could remember being asked a question.
In a dream she could remember herself responding ‘Yes.’
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Despite the fact that she was unconscious, Lucifer reckoned it was the best wedding he’d ever had. Truly. After all he had 998 others to compare it to. It was nice that it had gone smoothly, but he had to say he was a bit disappointed. He’d wanted Alexiel awake and aware of what she was saying. Lucifer frowned at the prone body of his newest wife. Her hair was fanned out beneath her and the outrageous gown she’d worn, courtesy of Beliel, had been stripped away and Alexiel was now dressed in a simple white gown.
He smirked as an evil thought entered his head. Lucifer crawled over her, the bed sinking slightly with his weight, and placed a light kiss to her temple. His lips drifted to her ear and he nibbled on the lobe, traced the shell of her ear with his tongue. She didn’t awaken but Lucifer noted how her brows furrowed involuntarily.
Interesting . . .
Lucifer kissed her lips. Once, twice, thrice-and to his initial amusement Alexiel frowned when he stopped and turned her head up towards him, wanting more. He obliged and pressed his lips to hers, parting them with his practiced tongue. Lucifer explored her mouth thoroughly and his eyebrows rose slightly when Alexiel’s tongue danced with his. Hands reached up and locked themselves around his neck, catching him off guard and causing his arms to give way. In a matter of seconds Lucifer found himself on top of Alexiel, not that he minded much.
I could get used to this, he thought.
She was being kissed now.
Before those few small kisses upon her lips left her breathless and wanting more, when he finally really kissed her she didn’t give it a single thought. All she wanted then was his lips against hers and his body next to hers. It felt so good to be there with him.
If only the cob webs upon her vision would lessen, then she could see his face . . .
Ah, the darkness was receding and she could see . . .
“LUCIFER!” Alexiel’s scream broke contact between them. She roughly pushed him off of her and glared at him with an expression of disgust and fury. She placed the back of her hand against her lips, as if that could wipe away the taste of him on her tongue. Lucifer was watching her with a look of pure amusement on his handsome face. “What the hell were you doing?” she yelled. “And what were you doing on top of me?”
He grinned and ran his fingers through locks of raven hair. “We were having a good time until you rudely pulled away. And it’s not my fault I was on top of you, you pulled me down.”
“That’s a lie,” she replied, disgusted. “I’d never do anything like that, especially not with you.”
“Really?” Lucifer asked, bemused. “Ok, look me in the eye and tell me you don’t have feelings for me.” Alexiel couldn’t kiss him that way if she didn’t have some feelings towards him besides hate. He forced her chin up and Alexiel glared at him. The expression ‘If looks could kill . . .’ entered his mind and he wanted to smile, but kept a stoic face.
Alexiel gazed into those silver eyes and instantly she knew she’d lost. They stared into her own brown ones intently, waiting for her answer.
Lie, lie, LIE!
“I-” she began. Those eyes bore into hers, and Alexiel realized Lucifer already knew she was lying. The words died on her lips and she wanted to . . . Wanted to . . . She wrenched her face away and turned her head away from him, forcing herself to look anywhere but his face. Lucifer enclosed her form within his arms, holding her close and Alexiel wanted to cry. This is what it felt like to be in love?
Carefully she kept her face blank, but Lucifer could, somehow, easily read her. “I won’t ask you about this anymore.” Lucifer cocked his head to the side, like a puppy, and said, “There’s someone here to see you. He says his name is Katan and that he is a servant of your brother.”
That name sounded familiar . . .
Instantly, Alexiel’s mind showed her the worst possible reason why Katan was here. Was Rosiel ok? Was he dead? She shot out of the bed and hastily righted her dress and tried to persuade her hair into a more acceptable array. Her hands weren’t working properly and all she grasped were loose strands and air. Alexiel could feel her sanity being driven from her and all the desperation and anger and sadness would wash away everything she’d ever knew.
But then he was there. Ah, Lucifer, Demon Lord and fallen angel, there to hold her hand and keep her sane. Lucifer began the task of loosening the tangles in her hair and Alexiel held in a sigh. The feeling of his hands running through her hair was pure bliss, maybe she’d marry him just because he could do this . . .
“All he’s here for is you. Apparently your brother wants you back.”
Alexiel murmured “Uh huh . . .” and closed her eyes. At least Rosiel wasn’t dead.
“Have you lost weight?” Lucifer asked. She didn’t reply and he frowned. Then he thought. He hadn’t seen Alexiel eat anything since he’d brought her down here from Eden, and he hadn’t seen her eat in Gehenna either . . . She didn’t need to be skinny, she already was . . . Come to think of it, did she even eat? “Do you eat at all? Alexiel?” He raised his voice and turned her around to face him while saying her name again, this time more insistent.
“What? Afraid I won’t look beautiful anymore if I’m too skinny?” she challenged. Alexiel’s eyes flashed in defiance.
“No,” he replied carefully. “But you shouldn’t go around starving yourself. Even angels need nourishment. Eat something.”
She glared at him darkly and stalked out of the room while saying, “It’s none of your business.”
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(A/N: Astaroth speaking. Astarte speaking when in snake form, but like this when she’s human-ish.)
Astaroth gazed at the angel sitting stiffly at the other end of the hall. He was quite pretty, with his light blue hair and nice eyes, even if he was male. He flicked back some of his red hair and frowned at the slash marks he’d made on the back of his wrist. Astarte slithered around and coiled herself around his neck lovingly.
Brother, you should stop cutting yourself.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” he snarled. She hissed at him and then slid down to his arm. It would be so easy, so easy just to kill his sister now. Just tighten his hand upon her neck and squeeze till the bones broke, till she screamed his name inside his head. Then he’d be rid of her presence, the voice of reason inside his head, always admonishing him for his wrong doings. But he could never kill her.
Secretly he loved her. More than anything.
And that’s exactly why he hated his sister.
Astarte’s tongue flicked out quickly, the touch light, and caressed the marks on his skin. He was glaring at her but didn’t say anything, or do anything, to stop her. Stop doing this, she said into his mind with finality. Astaroth brought his arm up and brushed his lips along her scales.
He would. He’d do anything for his sister.
Footsteps on the floor alerted them to someone’s approach. Lucifer entered the hall, splendidly dressed in black, followed by his new wife and Beliel. Soon enough Barbelo and Asmodeus, who had been spending a lot of time together recently, appeared. Lucifer nodded at them and Asmodeus returned it, but Barbelo pointedly looked away from him and glared at Alexiel. The angel at the other end of the hall widened his eyes at the sight of Alexiel and quickly made his way over.
“Lady Alexiel!” Katan exclaimed. She seemed even more beautiful than when she left Heaven, the darkness became her. Rosiel would be happy that she was coming back, and Assiah would be alright. Everything would be alright with Alexiel back in Heaven. “Rosiel wishes for you to return to Heaven.”
“Really . . .” she murmured. “What for?”
“Assiah is dying, and he says it is because you’ve left Heaven.”
Alexiel was stunned by this. Assiah was dying because of her absence? Katan explained it all, and the power struggle in Heaven, how her brother was slowly turning insane. It all made sense, she was the Organic angel after all, she and Assiah were connected.
“Lady Alexiel,” he pleaded. “Please return to Heaven.”
Back to Heaven . . . Back to a life of imprisonment . . .
“Don’t go back.” Alexiel’s eyes narrowed at Lucifer. He’d remained silent during the explanation, but now he spoke. “Do you really want to be a prisoner again?” Katan was glaring at the Demon Lord over her head.
“You can’t go back anyways,” Beliel smiled widely. “You’re married to Lucifer.” Both angels were equally shocked, Katan covering his mouth in an exclamation of horror and Alexiel calmly closing her eyes and regulating her breathing patterns, trying to hold in the screams. “Yeah, Lucifer and Alexiel got hitched while she was unconscious.”
“Then the marriage is void,” Katan reasoned. “Alexiel didn’t know.”
The Satan of Pride’s smile grew wider still. “Oh she knew, said yes and everything.”
“No . . .” Alexiel murmured. Traitorous body . . .
“I’ll still take her back.” he replied with conviction.
“No you won’t.” Lucifer said suddenly. His eyes were flat black and his glare impressive. “She’s my wife, and I say where she goes, with who and when. You’re not taking Alexiel anywhere, especially not Heaven. Got that?”
Katan ignored the Demon Lord, and turned to Alexiel instead. “Lady Alexiel?”
She opened her eyes and looked into his beautiful angelic face. “Let me think.” Alexiel said as she began to walk out of the hall. “I’ll tell you my answer later.”
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Barbelo frowned at the face reflected in the mirror and used a nail to cut her arm, letting the blood cover her index finger. She smeared it over her lips, turning them crimson. She could taste it on her lips and relished the metallic, coppery taste. If only it was Alexiel blood . . . She couldn’t stand that b***h. To pour salt on the wound left by Lucifer, the rumors about the infamous angel were true; She was beautiful. Barbelo slammed her palm down on the dark marble railing of her apartment, hissing as the pain shot up her arm.
Damn him, damn Lucifer for bring her here.
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Lucifer glared at the form of his ‘wife’. She stood there, looking out the window with her back to him, and wouldn’t say a thing. He whipped her around to face him and pierced her with his gaze. Ah, he thought, just like before. “What the hell were you thinking?” he demanded, voice low and threatening. Alexiel pushed his hand off her shoulder and snarled at him. Lucifer wanted to strangle the woman. He’d never met anyone so infuriating in his life! She probably thinks the same about you, his mind told him. “Answer me.” Lucifer said darkly.
She nailed him with a look. “My decisions, my life, is not yours to dictate,” Alexiel hissed. “You need to keep your damn opinions to yourself and leave me alone. And! And what’s this crap about me being your wife!? I don’t remember anything like that happening!”
“You wouldn’t,” Lucifer said wryly. “You were unconscious.”
“How did I get to Sheol?”
“Beliel drugged you and then brought you here. If I’d known it would’ve been that easy all along I would’ve done it sooner. Shame,” he mused. “We wasted so much time . . .”
Alexiel gazed at him, disgusted. She could guess what he was referring to. Lucifer smirked and grasped her wrists, shackling them really, and pulled her body closer. He sat down upon a chair that had magically appeared and gazed at her face. She struggled in vain but stilled as she was pulled between his legs. Thankfully he was wearing pants. The leather brushed against her bare legs and Alexiel envisioned kneeing him in his most vulnerable spot. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips but was cut off as Lucifer caressed her hand with his lips, brushing her skin with the lightest of touches.
Her heart beat irregularly within her chest, a bit too fast, and her skin seemed to become hot whenever Lucifer brushed his lips over it. He kissed the center of her palm and lifted his head to reach her lips. Unconsciously, Alexiel found herself bending down to meet him, but caught herself in time and placed a hand between his lips and hers. Lucifer seemed to be enjoying himself and his tongue darted out to caress her fingers. “I don’t know why,” he murmured against her hand. “You’re denying this.” Alexiel glared as Lucifer gazed at her solemnly. “We could be together you know, and be happy too.”
“You’re just trying to exploit me.” she said. What else did he want except her power?
Lucifer frowned and humored her. “What do you think I want?”
Her eyes flashed and Alexiel tried to cross her arms, but remembered he held them in his grasp. So instead she just settled with a death-giving stare. “My power, my body. That sort of thing.”
“You’re right I suppose, I do want those things,” he said truthfully. “But I also want you. You’re unlike any person I’ve ever met, Alexiel. You’re not just a cold-shell of a woman I thought you’d be, you . . . Surprised me.”
Alexiel was torn between throwing herself into his arms and sealing her fate and getting as far away from him as possible. He wanted her. Her. No one else. Yes, she wanted to say, but Assiah needed her. Rosiel needed her as well. Cold-shell of a woman? She‘d be just that. “Lucifer,” she said emotionlessly. “I don’t have any such feelings for you, there’s nothing you can say to make me stay here with you. I’m going back to Heaven whether you like it or not.”
The conversation was done.
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Lucifer scrubbed his hands over his face in frustration. After he let Alexiel go he’d destroyed almost everything in the room. Why, oh why, did he go and say that to her? Now he was second guessing himself, he’d never done that before. What the hell was that woman doing to him!?
You’re in love fool! his mind yelled. You’re in love with that beautiful angel that just walked out of the room, now go after her!
No. His pride wouldn’t let him go after her. He, Lucifer, High Lord of Hell, would not fall to the level of love struck fools. Anyways, what did it matter? Alexiel didn’t feel anything.
“Lord Lucifer, you are an idiot.” Beliel said suddenly. Her form emerged from the wall and she was glaring daggers at him. “Why aren’t you going after her?” Beliel couldn’t believe her Lord was being so stupid. She’d never seen him like this, in a way it was amusing but also annoying. Why did he let his pride get in the way of his love? “Lucifer, listen to me.” she said and took a deep breath. “That angel that walked out loves you, I can see it in her eyes every time she looks at you. Alexiel loves you, and whether you like it or not you’re in love with her too. So be a man and go after her!”
“I’m not going to.” he replied sullenly. Lucifer crossed his arms across his chest and lounged against a wall. He valued Beliel’s opinions, but right now she was saying all the wrong things.
“You’re acting like a child, Lucifer.” she said, disgusted.
“When you’re as powerful as me you can act however you want.” he snapped. The stood there glaring at each other and then Lucifer lowered his gaze and put his hand into his pocket. “I want you to give this to Alexiel . . .”
Beliel raised an elegant eyebrow. “What is it?” He drew out a brilliant red stone on a silver chain. She offered her hand and he placed it into her palm, the stone and her hand were roughly the same size. It was warm and glowed like a fire. The sun cast it‘s light and they shined through it, creating crimson shadows that looked like blood. “You want me to give this to her?”
(A/N: It’s the Nanatsusaya stone. I don‘t know what color it is, sorry if it‘s wrong.)
“Yes,” he said quietly. “Tell her it’s from you.”
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Alexiel closed her eyes and buried her head within her arms, sliding down to sit on the floor with her back against the wall. This was for the best . . . It was better she go back to Heaven than stay here . . . Right? She took in a deep shuddering breath. Why was this so hard? Why, why, WHY?!
“Something wrong Lady Alexiel?” Beliel’s torso was protruding from a small black puddle in the ground. It was quite unsettling. Alexiel got up using the wall as her support as Beliel’s entire body appeared through the floor. A giant smile was on the jester’s pale face and she said, “You’re in love with Lucifer.” Alexiel didn’t deny it and Beliel’s smile grew wider. “I’ve got a gift for you Alexiel. Here.” She produced the necklace and placed it around Alexiel’s neck.
The stone sat just above her breasts, the silver cool and the stone warm. She touched it gingerly, tracing the intricate crisscrossing silver going across the stone.
“Thank you.” she said quietly.
“If you love him, why not stay here?” Alexiel lowered her gaze and her vision suddenly blurred. Beliel placed a hand under her eyes, as if to catch tears but none fell. “Lucifer’s in love with you, but you’d rather leave than stay with him?”
“I don’t care.” Alexiel said. “I’m going back. Rosiel needs me, and so do the people of Assiah.”
The jester shook her head and laughed. “Duty over love? You angels are amusing.” Suddenly Beliel’s hand whipped out and Alexiel found her own hand within hers. “Come with me, I want to show you some places in Sheol before you leave.”
She took her through arc ways, giant hedge mazes, running underground to see armories and large rooms filled with marble statues whose eyes were made of gems. It was glorious and the hallways went on forever. They walked on and Beliel suddenly stopped and frowned. Alexiel stopped with her and looked around.
“What’s wrong?” she asked as Beliel began knocking on the wall. The sound echoed back. “It’s hollow . . .” Alexiel stated.
“s**t.” Beliel grabbed her hand and yelled, “Start running!”
And then the floor collapsed.
Her wings erupted from her back and Alexiel desperately began beating them in hopes of getting out of the deep chasm the floor had opened . . . Only she didn’t see the falling boulder coming from behind. It slammed into her back and she fell. The pain was intense and only magnified as her body crashed into the ground that met her. Her breath came out in quick shallow gasps and her wings receded. Alexiel rose and looked upwards. She could barely, just barely see the opening they’d fallen through. It was a small pin-p***k of light.
Then she realized her hand was empty. Somewhere between falling and reuniting with the ground she’d lost her guide. Alexiel looked around but couldn’t see for all the darkness. Suddenly the stone around her neck flared to life and created a red light. Her eyes traveled around the area and she saw bones, rock walls and chains. This was a dungeon.
“Yes,” Beliel said as she emerged from the darkness. “This is a prison. There are monsters here, that with one look could freeze the blood in your veins.”
Alexiel had no comment for that, so instead she stayed silent. Something was different about Mad Hatter now, an air of evil that wasn’t there before.
“Huge crescent shaped wings . . . a gigantic body all covered in green scales . . . And a tail of a dragon,” she continued. “He used to be someone of the highest social standing but he killed far, far too many with that power of his. And so, presently, he is chained up in this deep, deep dungeon.”
(A/N: Borrowing a couple lines from AS.)
“What do you want with me?” Alexiel asked.
‘Beliel’ shook her head. “You didn’t keep your end of the bargain.” The red hair changed to blonde, the voice changed to a more sultry one, and the face, Alexiel could never forget the face of the woman who’d helped her. “I told you to stay away from Lucifer!” Barbelo snarled. The ground rumbled from her anger and Alexiel braced her feet so she wouldn’t fall. “And on top of that you both are in love,” she snapped. “It disgusts me.” Barbelo’s hand reached out and grasped a fist-full of her hair. “It’s a beautiful color, but what I like most is that pendant.”
Alexiel’s eyes found a large shadow, bigger and darker than the others around it. It’s jaws opened revealing sharp teeth and she turned away just as it was about to nail her with it’s piercing stare. Barbelo laughed. “Do you like my son? His name is Abaddon.” Alexiel tried to muster up some astral energy but she couldn’t feel anything. Her power was useless. She could feel Barbelo’s nails running across her neck and glared at her as she traced the pendant.
“Get away from me.” Alexiel growled.
Her smile was dripping with venom and Barbelo countered, “You’re in no place to make demands, Alexiel.”
Lucifer could see everything, the stone allowed him to. Abaddon’s prison, he had to get there.
Alexiel . . .
Barbelo stood and made her way over to Abaddon and began pulling at his chains. She hoisted herself up till she was upon his shoulder and smiled at him, her face filled with motherly love. “Now Abaddon,” she cooed, voice sickly sweet. “Be a good boy and help me. I can get you out of here, you can come back to the palace with me . . .” Abaddon’s eyes widened. “And all you have to do,” she whispered into his ear. “Is kill that angel over there.”
Alexiel started running and pushed off from the ground. Her wings appeared and she flew, higher and higher, the opening was almost within reach . . . And then she felt the pain. Her vision flashed crimson and when she looked down she could see Barbelo’s nails protruding from her chest. Alexiel reached up and grasped her nails, they broke with a satisfying sound and Barbelo’s scream rang in her ears. She could feel Barbelo wrenching out her hand from her back and Alexiel closed her eyes and fell.
Alexiel!
Lucifer’s body seemed to slam into hers and caused the pain in her chest to intensify. Her momentum from the fall was too great and they both crashed, creating a gaping hole in the ground. He narrowed his eyes at her wounds and ran his finger down the valley between her breasts and the pierced skin healed itself. Lucifer wiped some of the blood from her lips and licked his finger. It was metallic and sweet.
Barbelo was shaking and also glaring at Lucifer. The raw anger rolling off him induced her fear and she was scared of what he’d do to her. She clutched the hand that Alexiel hurt to her chest and hissed. Abaddon was cowering with fright and Barbelo wanted to smack her son for being such a baby.
Lucifer brushed his lips across Alexiel’s tenderly and rose. Barbelo fumed with envy.
“I’m going to kill you.” he stated.
“We’ll see if you can!” Barbelo yelled. “I’m not that easy to kill.”
“You’re right,” Lucifer said. “You’re like a cockroach I can’t get rid of.” He cut her with is stare and at once her wind pipe closed and various cuts appeared on her body. They oozed blood and Barbelo tried in vain to breathe as Lucifer came closer. She moaned in pain and could see Lucifer holding out his hand. A sword materialized.
I’m going to live, Barbelo reached out with what power she had towards the nearest object. I won’t die!
Lucifer struck and the scream echoed off the walls. Blood spattered the ground and Abaddon fell, his eyes wide with shock and chest pierced by Lucifer’s sword. Barbelo felt the hold over her disappear and she breathed while glaring malevolently at her husband. Her body crumpled to the ground and she hunched over, gripping her arms.
Lucifer shook his head. “Using your own son as a shield, you are one cold b***h of a woman.”
Her grin was bloody and her body shuddered as she glanced at her son. Abaddon’s eyes still had life and he reached out with a hand towards her. His voice was soft and raspy, “M . . . Mo . . . mmy . . .” Barbelo narrowed her eyes and an invisible force slashed his neck open, silencing his voice and killing him. “The one you made me,” she rasped. “My dear husband . . .” She knew she was dead, her life was over, but at least she could give Lucifer something to ponder before she died. He raised his sword and brought it down upon her neck. Barbelo’s head rolled.
Lucifer turned around just as Alexiel began to rise on shaky legs. She slipped on a rock and Lucifer was instantly by her side, grasping her waist and holding her up against his body. Alexiel stared up at him and gripped his arm to balance herself. It was totally humiliating that she had to be saved by Lucifer, and after she’d told him she didn’t need him to help her. Alexiel wanted to kill that b***h Barbelo, but evidently Lucifer had already taken care of that from what she saw of the body. Damn that b***h! If she had use of her astral powers she would’ve destroyed Barbelo tens times over!
“Are you alright?” Lucifer asked.
“I’m fine.” she snapped, then added, “I could’ve handled it.”
He scoffed and glanced down at her. “You were doing really well when Barbelo had her nails through your chest.” he responded dryly. “You can’t use your astral powers down here anyways.”
Alexiel stared hard at the ground and muttered, “Didn’t mention that before . . .”
“I’ll admit,” Lucifer began. “That was a bad decision on my part not to tell you, but I thought you’d realize she,” He pointed to Barbelo’s corpse. “Wasn’t Beliel. Seems I put too much faith in your intelligence . . .”
“Shut up!” she snarled. “How did you know where we were anyways?” Alexiel brushed a few strands of hair back and Lucifer’s eyes trailed to her neck and the pendant.
“Intuition.” he lied. Of course that wasn’t true, but if she knew he could track her through the necklace she’d take it off. “And the fact that you’re the practically the only angel in Hell helps quite a bit,” Lucifer added. She narrowed her eyes and pushed at his arms so he’d let her go, but he decided to bring her closer instead and press a kiss to her cheek.
Alexiel stiffened as he dragged his lips across her skin leisurely, as if he had all the time in the world. He smirked and laid a brief kiss at the bend between her neck and shoulder, then another on her collarbone, his tongue tasting her skin. She raised her hands to rest on Lucifer’s shoulder and the back of his neck, urging him closer. In response he placed a hand on her lower back and brought her closer. Lucifer looked up through his lashes into Alexiel’s face; her eyes were half closed and she wasn’t calling a halt to his actions.
“Stay here.” Lucifer murmured against her skin.
She sighed and then pulled away awkwardly to get a view of his face. “I can’t stay . . .”
“Lady Alexiel!” Both of them looked up simultaneously to see, just barely, Katan and Beliel standing around the hole she’d fallen through. Katan called again, “Lady Alexiel! Uriel will be here soon, we must leave now!”
Lucifer let her go and said darkly, “You’re really going back,”
“I didn’t lie when I said I would.” she stated.
Alexiel grew her wings and was about to take off when a his hand suddenly gripped her wrist. She whipped around, about to yell at him, but was silent as she laid eyes on his expression. “I’m never going to let you go,” Lucifer stated simply. “I’ll never leave you alone. Run as far as you like, Alexiel, it won’t make any difference. You’re mine. We’re meant to be together, one day you’ll have to admit it.”
“I’m not your anything.” she remarked.
Lucifer let her go and sat back on his haunches. “We’ll see . . .”
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Rosiel’s head snapped up as Katan touched down onto the ground. He rushed out just as Alexiel landed.
“Sister!” he cried out in delight. Finally, finally, Alexiel was back. “Alexiel!” Rosiel almost crashed into her but stopped himself in time. His hands caressed her cheeks, her hair, her eyes. He hugged her warmly but she didn’t reciprocate. She was cold as ever and Rosiel smiled to himself. Alexiel you are ice, he thought. He backed up to get a good look at her and the grin faded.
She had changed. It wasn’t her face or her body, it was something else . . . Just something about her. Was it the skin that was more flushed and healthier looking? Or the eyes that held more life? Instead of being dead, they were alight and burning with secrets. ‘No! No, no, NO! This wasn’t supposed to happen!’ Rosiel wanted to scream. It was supposed to be him! Him! Not some disgusting fallen angel that would make her new again. Alexiel was his! Rosiel backed away from her, his eyes narrowed. Katan furrowed his eyebrows in question and looked from him to Alexiel, trying to gather what was going on. All the while Alexiel’s face remained expressionless.
Absolutely nothing from reuniting with her brother, whom she hadn’t seen for almost eight months.
(A/N: Yeah, I know I never was very consistent with the time while she was with Lucifer, but go with the flow.)
“Katan,” Rosiel said loudly. “Arrange a room for my sister.”
He nodded his understanding and murmured, “Yes, Lord Rosiel.”
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Katan swallowed thickly and covered his eyes with his hands. His heart was pounding rapidly within his chest, the familiar heat creeping up his body. Seeing Rosiel again he realized the feelings hadn’t dimmed at all. Alexiel was watching him and it was unsettling to say the least. Her eyes seemed to penetrate his skull, into his very brain, to see his secrets.
“You’re in love with my brother aren’t you,”
His lips parted and his eyes widened with surprise. How did she know!? How!? “I-I, don’t know wh-” he stammered.
Alexiel held up a hand to stop his sputtering. “It’s alright.” Her eyes held a fine light of intelligence and understanding. “I knew from the way you looked at him.” She stopped suddenly in front of a door and Katan halted as well. “If it helps,” she added. “I give my permission.” With that said Alexiel walked into the room and closed the door quietly after her.
Katan was thoroughly startled by what she had said. Didn’t she want her brother to at least have a female angel? But he found that he felt better after this encounter . . . He needed to find Rosiel.
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Alexiel was smiling and leaned her head against the door. So . . . Her brother had a lover? Truly, she hadn’t expected Rosiel to love a male angel, but whatever made him happy. Technically Rosiel was beautiful enough to be female, so it worked out . . . Sort of. She turned around, but what she saw in the room whipped the smile right off her face. Lucifer lounged on the bed and gave her a suggestive smirk as she stormed over to the bed.
“What are you doing here?” she demanded. What was he doing here? He was dressed in his leathers and made the room feel smaller, like it couldn’t hold in all of his power.
“I told you,” he said as he sat up on the bed. “I’d never let you go.” Lucifer’s silver eyes traveled around the room, taking in the surroundings, and then finally landed on her face. His eyes flickered down her body and Alexiel had to suppress the want to slap him. “What do you want to do?”
“I want you to leave.”
“Really,” he said absently, suddenly something on the ceiling caught his interest. Lucifer made no move to go to the door and instead brushed off invisible dust particles from his clothing. Alexiel could feel her tolerance level depleting and began tapping her foot loudly. He stared at her and cocked an eye brow at her actions. “I didn’t know you were so rude Alexiel.”
“You always bring out the worst in me Lucifer, now leave.” she said in response.
“I see.” he said, then swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. Alexiel started to back up as he came closer. “And what else,” Her back hit the wall and braced herself there, the sharp pain alerted her to the fact that he was coming closer. Lucifer placed both hands on either side of her head, which forced Alexiel to look at him. “Do I bring out in you?” She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, which caused her chest to rise and fall, which caused Lucifer’s eyes to be drawn to them instantly.
“Stop looking at my breasts.” she hissed. Pervert.
“Habit.”
“A disgusting one at that.”
“You think it’s disgusting? I think it‘s very natural for me to want you.”
Alexiel snorted. “We’re not human you know,”
A smile tugged at the corners of his lips and he said solemnly, “Sometimes I wish we were.”
Her head snapped up and she looked at him in question. “What are you talking about?”
“Humans,” he began. “Feel everything. They are not condoned for feeling lust or love for another of their species, but as angels we are taught to love no one else but ourselves and our siblings. We are only allowed what God will give us, right? He’s told us not to love, and we do not.”
“Love between angels,” Alexiel said quietly. “Results in an I-child . . .”
“And that there lies the consequence of loving another angel. A child born between them is malformed and ridiculed. God only wants angels he’s made himself, so there aren’t any ‘black sheep’ in the herd.” Lucifer’s eyes burned and she traced his jaw with her fingertip, her other hand coming up to rest on his shoulder. “But, as a demon, I am not one of God’s angels anymore. Aren’t you tired of being an emotionless woman?” he asked. She didn’t respond and Lucifer leaned down to lay a chaste kiss upon her lips. “When I met you the first time in Eden I realized you were more alive than any other angel living in Heaven, I looked at you and saw you had the same eyes as me . . .”
Her head tilted to the side and she asked curiously, “‘The same eyes’?”
Lucifer didn‘t want to explain, “Never mind,” he murmured against her ear. His hands traveled down the contours of her body, memorizing every curve. She angled her head in such a way to expose her lips to him. Lucifer’s mouth hovered over hers but his actions halted as his keen ears picked up sounds in the hallway. Alexiel turned towards the door and he frowned in agitation. Someone was ruining their damn moment! After months of nothing, he was so close to getting something.
“You should go before someone finds you,” Alexiel remarked. “If they find you Lucifer, you’ll be killed.”
“Worried about me now?” he asked amused.
She scoffed. “Don’t let the idea inflate your ego.”
“I’ll come back.” Lucifer said seriously.
“See that you do.” Alexiel responded.
And he was gone. The only evidence that he was here was a single black feather on the floor where he had stood previously. She tentatively touched her bottom lip; the lingering feeling of his kiss stayed upon her lips.
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“Lord Rosiel? What happened before?” Rosiel had buried his face within his arms and seemed to be sobbing. His body shook and Katan wanted to comfort him, but was afraid of over stepping his bounds now; they still hadn’t resolved their ‘problem’ from before. To hell with his uncertainty. Katan sat down next to his lord and tucked back a strand of Rosiel’s silver hair. Rosiel raised his head and gazed at his Cherub in question. “Tell me what’s wrong and I’ll try to fix it.”
“Oh Katan,” he murmured sadly. “There’s nothing you can do. That b*****d fallen angel Lucifer’s ruined everything.” Rosiel snarled. “He’s sullied my sister and now she’s ruined beyond repair!” Katan laced his fingers through Rosiel’s and the Seraphim smiled slightly, the tears drying quickly upon his fair skin.
“What’s ruined Lord Rosiel?”
“I was the one who was supposed to make Alexiel whole again, break the ice around her heart and help her feel like she did before. Me. But now,” Rosiel’s eyes clouded with sadness. “Her heart belongs to someone else. She doesn’t love me . . . She never did . . .”
“That’s not true.” Katan said softly. “She worries about you, whether you’re safe and alive, all the time.”
“Lying is unbecoming of you Katan.”
“When I was in Hell, Lucifer’s jester Mad Hatter told me that when he had told her I was there to see her, she’d immediately asked if it concerned you and your welfare.”
Rosiel’s lower lip trembled. “Really?”
“Yes. Please stop crying Lord Rosiel, I hate it when you cry.”
Katan smiled . . . And then Rosiel’s mouth was on his. He made no effort to stop him, and was slightly surprised to find himself kissing him back. Rosiel parted his mouth with his tongue and, he didn’t know when it happened, Katan found himself laying back on the couch, with Rosiel’s body on top of him. Katan arched his neck as Rosiel kisses began trailing downward, his breath had started to come out in short gasps.
He managed to find his voice and Katan said in between kisses, “I think,” Kiss. “That,” Kiss. “We should,” Another kiss. “Talk about this more.” he finished.
“Let’s talk,” Rosiel unbuttoned his Cherub’s shirt and ran a burning finger across his chest. Katan’s breath hitched as Rosiel’s hands traveled lower. “After we’re done. How about that Katan?”
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Alexiel sipped absently at the ambrosia she’d been brought and nibbled lightly on the bread. The meal was exquisite, but she didn’t taste a thing. The extravagance was lost on her and instead she continuously touched the pendant around her neck. The servants had left her room only minutes before and were bitterly disappointed when she said nothing to them.
Her fingers deftly traced the intricate lines and she frowned curiously at it. The stone was always warm and sometimes it seemed to pulse with life, as if it was a heart. Alexiel waited a few more minutes then crawled across her bed and reached under the many mattresses to retrieve Lucifer’s feather. She’d kept it. She shook her head at the sentimentality she felt, but brushed it across her lips. And suddenly it wasn’t the feather against her lips, it was his hands cupping her face, his thumb brushing against her lips.
Alexiel looked up to see Lucifer.
“It was a medium, wasn’t it?” she asked.
“Yes. It’s easier if part of me is still here . . . You kept the feather.” he stated. “I thought you’d throw it away, but I guess I was wrong.”
“You’ve been wrong many times before.” she answered coolly.
“Only about you, Alexiel.”
“I’m honored.” she remarked.
Alexiel angrily batted his hand away; he hadn’t stopped touching her mouth. It was distracting and caused her skin to heat unnaturally. After their last encounter she’d been left to think about what he’d said. Their conversation replayed over and over inside her head:
‘We’re not human you know,’
A smile tugged at the corners of his lips and he said solemnly, ‘Sometimes I wish we were.’
It made so much sense and yet made so little. He was a demon and didn’t follow the rules like angels of Heaven did, like she did . . .
“What are you thinking about?” Lucifer asked quietly.
She was brought out of her revere. “What we talked about last time you were here. You said you wished that we were human, correct?”
Lucifer’s expression was stoic and at first he didn’t say anything. He sat down on the bed beside her and took her hand in his. “Yes.”
Her lips parted and she asked, “Why?” Lucifer laced his fingers through hers and, oddly enough, she didn’t want to pull away.
“I suppose,” he answered. “If we were human, we could really live. We wouldn’t be ruled by God and chained to our destinies, like we are now.” Lucifer placed a hand above her left breast, where her heart was. “I could also make love to you without worrying that you’ll be stripped of your wings too. And I . . .” He couldn’t say it. Alexiel involuntarily smiled. Lucifer reeled back suddenly. The look in her eyes . . . She knew . . . Alexiel knew.
“You wear your feelings so openly when you speak with me Lucifer.” she said dryly. Her hands pulled him back towards her and Alexiel breathed into his ear, “It’s ok.” She knew it wasn’t in his nature to say those words, it just wasn’t like Lucifer to be so sweet. Alexiel didn’t need for him to say them aloud, whatever he felt for her was pure and simple, and very real. “I know how you feel. You won’t ever say those three words, but it’s alright . . . You’re actions speak louder than words, Lucifer.”
“I barely understand these feelings,” he said sullenly. “Beliel had to tell me what I felt. It was demeaning and she’ll hold it over my head for a while . . .”
She laughed lightly and smiled once again.
Lucifer thought wryly, Her smile is still beautiful. “And what do you feel for me?” he inquired. Lucifer was interested in knowing, very interested. Of course he had a few thoughts about her feelings, but hearing her actually telling him would be better than guessing all the time. Lucifer tilted her head up towards his and said, “Tell me.”
“I . . .” Alexiel began, then sighed. “I used to think love was stupid and weak. Part of me still thinks it is. A woman will do anything for the man she ‘loves’, and demean herself so that he will love her back . . . But I’m not that type of woman Lucifer. I’m never going to try and make you love me, or change any part of me to keep you by my side. Yes, I feel similarly about you, but if you try and take over my life I’ll leave.”
He smirked and pressed his lips lightly against hers. “I wouldn’t have you any other way,” he murmured. Alexiel placed a hand at the back of his neck, yielded her mouth to his and then they kissed.
And there was a knock at the door.
(A/N: A mood killer . . . LOL.)
Lucifer cursed under his breath and she kissed him chastely on the cheek, signaling him to go. He muttered something about ‘Those damn angels . . .’ and Alexiel rolled her eyes and started piling her mass of mahogany tresses on top of her head. Lucifer sighed and stood, but was frowning darkly.
“What’s wrong?” Alexiel asked.
He shook his head and disappeared.
Her lips tingled and she could taste him on her tongue: He’d given her a real kiss before he left.
Alexiel composed herself and forced her reluctant body towards the door to open it. Outside was Rosiel, looking quite peevish, flanked by Katan. The latter was blushing openly and she had an idea of what they’d been up to last night. Rosiel pushed her aside and entered the room, his eyes like a hawk, looking for something . . . Or someone. A certain someone.
“He’s been here hasn’t he?” he screamed and grasped her shoulders roughly. “Hasn’t he Alexiel?” Rosiel was furious. She kept her face blank and didn’t say anything. Needless to say he did not appreciate her silence. Rosiel eyed the room and then finally his gaze landed on his sister’s neck, more importantly, the pendant she wore. Raw energy emitted from it and Rosiel snarled, “It came from him, didn’t it?” He yanked the stone and the chain it was on snapped in the back. It slid off her neck and Alexiel narrowed her eyes slightly.
Finally, Rosiel thought, A reaction from you, my dear sister.
“I’d hate to have to break it,” he remarked. “Tell me who gave it to you.”
Alexiel tightened her hand into a fist, she could feel her nails digging into the skin of her palm.
“Tell me . . .”
Nails broke skin and blood leaked down her hands.
“Tell me now!” Rosiel screamed.
“Lord Rosiel!” Katan cut in. He inserted his body between him and his sister and looked at Rosiel in concern. “Let’s go Lord Rosiel. Leave Alexiel alone for a while and then she’ll tell you . . .”
“Fine.” Rosiel snapped. The visit had ended, but when Alexiel looked into her brother’s eyes, she could tell that the conversation was not.
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“I don’t know why you protect that brother of yours,” Lucifer said darkly. He returned the next night and was glaring impressively at the door, no doubt wishing Rosiel was on the other side ready to be pulverized. Alexiel reasoned, with the look on Lucifer’s face, he’d be able to microwave Rosiel with his eyes alone . . . And she definitely would not like that . . . At least not now.
Alexiel shrugged and replied, “He’s my brother.” She wiped the blood from her hand and stared absently at the already healed flesh. “Rosiel took the pendant.”
A wry smile appeared on Lucifer’s face and he pulled something from his pocket; the pendant.
Her eyes narrowed and she asked, “You didn’t steal it back from him did you?”
He snorted and answered, “I’m not stupid. This is the real one.” Lucifer slid the chain around her neck and fastened the clasp. “It looks beautiful on you.” he remarked.
“How?”
“Last time I was here I kissed you before I left, and I switched them then.”
“I see . . .” she said slowly. “What is it anyways?”
Lucifer stared at her strangely for a few seconds, then said, “It’s blood.”
“Blood,” Alexiel said slowly, waiting for Lucifer to clarify what she‘d said.
“Yes, blood. Actually, it’s made from my blood.” he replied casually. Lucifer laid on the bed and then brought her down with him. Alexiel frowned but didn’t protest as he wrapped an arm around her waist and brought her body closer to his. His hand skimmed down her thigh, the caress ending at mid-thigh. “It’s just so you’ll always have a part of me with you.”
“Is that what it’s for,” she mused. Alexiel threw her leg over his and pressed herself against him fully. Her mouth was a mere breath away, Lucifer leaned in and then she asked, “Does it also help you keep tabs on me?”
Damn!
“What?” Lucifer feigned confusion. “Does it do that?”
“You know very well it does,” Alexiel growled. He groaned as the mood was destroyed and rolled onto his back. She glared at him and said furiously, “I thought I told you that I didn’t need you to protect me.” He didn’t even look sorry, which really infuriated her. Alexiel punched him in the stomach and Lucifer doubled over, partial laughter and partial pain. She turned away from him, giving Lucifer the cold shoulder, and her back, in the process. But then his arms encircled her waist and he was pressing his chest against her back.
“Alexiel,” he whispered her name into her ear. “Don’t take it personally. It’s not that I don’t have faith in you,” and here came the lie. “Beliel told me to.” If word of this exchange got back to Beliel, she’d murder him for it.
“So,” she said turning around to face him. “You always take orders from your underlings?”
“No.”
“But Beliel told you to give me this pendant?”
“. . .”
“Lucifer?”
“You can take it off if you want.” he said.
Alexiel held up the red stone in her hand and simply gazed at it. No, she wouldn’t take it off, not if she could help it. “Forget it,” Alexiel snapped.
Lucifer smirked and kissed her, his practiced tongue parting her mouth with little effort. She was hungrily kissing him back, tangling her fingers in his hair and pulling him closer. He pulled her body over his so she’d lay on her back and his kisses pressed her down into the mattress. Alexiel arched her body as his hands caressed her form.
“I’m never going to leave you alone.” he promised while kissing her neck.
“Then don’t.” she replied, sealing her fate.
He was loosening the ties at the back of her dress when the door opened with a deafening smash against the wall. Both occupants of the bed stared at Rosiel and Katan standing in the door way. Alexiel’s face was stoic, as was Lucifer’s. “I knew you’d be back,” Rosiel bit out. “You b*****d. Taking advantage of my sister? You demons truly are repulsive creatures.” Alexiel couldn’t meet her younger brother’s furious gaze, so instead she looked at Katan. The angel was expressionless, totally unfazed to find her and the Demon Lord himself in bed together.
Something was wrong.
“I see you’ve brought your little lap dog with you,” Lucifer remarked darkly. “Does God also like having sex with you?”
God?!
“Lucifel,” He said. “You haven’t lost your intuitiveness.” From Katan’s body came a deep voice, booming and loud. His eyes had turned color. They were clear, like glass marbles, and He didn’t move as Lucifer sent a shock of dark astral energy at him. It made the floor split and destroyed the pillar it collided with. “I’m so glad we could meet again. I’ve missed your presence in Heaven.”
Rosiel was shocked, but immediately collected himself and threw his body at God’s feet. “God, God, where’s Katan? Where is he!?” Rosiel cried.
God placed a hand on Rosiel head and grasped a fistful of silver hair. He gave Rosiel a meaningful look and said, “He’s gone.” Then Katan’s serene face turned into a mask of disgust as God gripped ‘his son’s’ face and bright white light erupted from his hand. Rosiel screamed and Alexiel pushed Lucifer out of the way while running to her brother’s body, which crumpled to the ground as God let go. Lucifer hissed and glared at his maker.
“Rosiel,” she said quietly. “Rosiel.” He stirred and Alexiel pulled his torso into her lap, cradling him to her. Rosiel grimaced and then opened his eyes.
“S-Sister?” he whispered, his voice strained.
“Are you alright? What did He do to you?”
It was surprising, opening his eyes to see his sister, and hearing her speaking to him, calling his name. This was what he’d dreamt of ever since he’d learned he had a sister. Rosiel licked his lips and murmured, “I’m fine.” Then he said, with more confidence, “I’m fi-” He didn’t finish as his body coughed up blood. Rosiel’s hands shook as they reached up tentatively to touch the crimson liquid at his mouth. He wretched again and rolled onto his stomach. Blood coated his chest and there was a puddle of it on the floor.
“I’ve damaged his internal organs,” God said carelessly.
“Rosiel,” Alexiel repeated his name over and over again like a mantra. “Rosiel.” She sobbed tearless sobs and cradled her brother’s head to her chest.
“Sister . . . Can I go . . . To where Katan is . . .?”
“Yes.” she replied instantly.
“I will hold him tightly . . . To the point of suffocation . . .” Rosiel closed his eyes and sighed.
(A/N: Borrowing yet another set of lines from AS.)
Lucifer’s eyes darkened and he sent another blast of energy at God. God, tiredly, held up a hand and the energy hit an invisible field and bounced off. “You really think you can beat me Lucifel? I made you.” He snarled. “And I can destroy you as well.” He narrowed his eyes at Lucifer and beams of light shot out, slamming him into the wall and burning a hole through his chest. Alexiel let out a scream of rage as Rosiel died in her arms and Lucifer breathed harshly with a gaping hole in his chest. She placed her brother on the floor and then went to Lucifer’s side, shielding his body from God’s wrath.
“As for you,” God said with distaste, looking at Alexiel. “I’ve grown tired with your constant disobedience. I’ll make sure you two never end up together. You’ll have your souls ripped from you bodies and be forced to reincarnate forever, always dieing painfully. An eternal cycle of damnation.” He promised. “Good bye.”
God lifted the palm of his hand and everything was encompassed in brilliant white light.
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Alexiel could remember fragments of what happened, but her mind was mostly blank, thankfully. Uriel passed judgment on her soul and she was sentenced to the most severe punishment, courtesy of God, of course. If anything, He was a person of his word. She would be reincarnated, as a human, ironic, and be forced to a terrible death with every life she led.
Forever. Forever.
They’d chained her inside angel crystal and her body felt nothing, the soul had already been extracted. The angels had also branded her a fallen, the tattoo resting on her chest, above her heart. She’d cried silent tears for her brother, and Alexiel regretted it now. Why hadn’t she told him? Why hadn’t she told him that she loved him?
But the most important question on her mind was: What had happened to Lucifer?
Her heart was slowing and she couldn’t keep her eyes open.
Not yet . . .
Not yet . . .
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Getting his soul taken out of his body was bad, what was even worse was finding out it was to be put inside a sword. And, oh no, not just any sword, but God’s sword. Lucifer knew they’d take off two of his wings, it was inevitable, and it hurt like a b***h when they did. His mind was emptying suddenly, he couldn’t remember if he liked black. Was it his favorite color? He couldn’t remember where he lived, his history, his name.
Who was he? He couldn’t remember.
His ‘body’ was placed in stone and he couldn’t move.
“I think I’ll give you a little peace and leave you with Alexiel for a while,” God said.
Alexiel . . . Alexiel . . .
He could see an angel incased within crystal. With her eyes closed she appeared to be asleep. She was beautiful.
Who was Alexiel?
Nanatsusaya gazed at her flawless body and mahogany hair, long and fanning around her chained body. He wanted to touch that hair, to see if it was as soft as it looked. If only he had a real body, if only he could touch her. If only . . . If only he could remember what name God had called her by . . .
God, you b*****d, Nanatsusaya thought, You have a twisted sense of humor.
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My hands are searching for you,
My arms are outstretched towards you,
I feel you on my fingertips,
My tongue dances behind my lips for you,
There’s fire racing through my being,
Burning I’m not used to seeing you,
I’m alive, I’m alive
I can feel you all around me,
Thickening the air I’m breathing,
Holding on to what I’m feeling,
Savoring this heart that’s healing,
My hands float up above me,
And you whisper you love me,
And I begin to fade,
Into our secret place,
The music makes me sway,
The angels singing say we are alone with you,
I am alone and they are too with you,
I’m alive, I’m alive
I can feel you all around me,
Thickening the air I’m breathing,
Holding on to what I’m feeling,
Savoring this heart that’s healing,
And so I cry,
The light is white,
And I see you,
I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive,
I can feel you all around me,
Thickening the air I’m breathing,
Holding on to what I’m feeling,
Savoring this heart that’s healing,
Take my hand,
I give it to you,
Now you owe me,
All I am,
You said you would never leave me,
I believe you,
I believe,
I can feel you all around me,
Thickening the air I’m breathing,
Holding on to what I’m feeling,
Savoring this heart’s that’s healed.
‘All Around Me’ by Flyleaf.
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Winter: End
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