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Chapter 42 (End)

Lucifer held their hand as they walked through the battlefield.

Their eyes focused on the horizon, scanning for the brothers, scanning for survivors.

His heart pounded at the contact between their hands. His face heated and his heart soared that they were letting him touch them.

MC had defeated his father. It was something he'd tried to do and failed. Something he thought was impossible, beyond impossible, even he couldn't rap his head around how it could happen.

MC had done it on the fly. He hadn't warned them before he took them up to confront Him. He hadn't even been warned, he just felt so strongly that it was the right thing to do that he did it. And they'd taken that in stride and formulated a sublime plan.

They took everything in stride.

Being godly was just second nature to them. Now they walked the ruins of the Celestial battle with their hand lightly entwined with his, and they didn't brag. They didn't smile or hold their head any higher. They'd always held their head high, as if they'd known all along they were a deity of their own. Proving it gave them no pride, because they had nothing to prove to begin with.

And he was holding their hand.

He was allowed to touch this god with his bare skin, he was allowed to walk beside them like an equal. It was the most disorienting feeling, to be so proud but feel so small next to a human. One he previously looked down upon.

"MC!"

He whipped his head around at the voice behind them. Who would dare to address the god in such a casual manner?

Acacia was jogging towards them, Mammon right behind her. They practically dragged Lucifer by the hand to meet her half way.

There were hugs and words and yelling and a little crying. All of it conducted between the siblings as if there was no one else to see. Eventually they got the story of how Mammon had fought Michael off until backup arrived.

There were no casualties.

They had won, they could go home.

0The house of Lamentation...was in shambles.

The angels had not been kind in their search for the brothers. They'd torn up rooms and walls in search of secret places to hide. The general bones of the building were ok, but the rooms would need to be completely reworked.

Lilith's room was the hardest to see.

They unanimously decided to put the clean up off until tomorrow. They weren't upset, just tired. They'd made tougher situations work in the last year or so. They set up what they could for the night and did a little shopping for dinner.

Acacia was talking to Beel when Mammon pulled her aside.

"What's up Man?"

"Where's Abaddon?" He asked bluntly. Acacia blinked then laughed like a hyena.

"Him? Oh he ditched us after Micheal showed up." She waved her hand dismissively.

"But...I thought you like... belonged to him or some junk." He shuddered at the notion. Acacia just chuckled again.

"Well our contract doesn't hold if he doesn't want me, guess I'm just too difficult for him." She winked. Mammon smacked his hand against his forehead. Of course. That's why she was treating him like a dog and being all cocky.

"You were trying to drive him away!"

"Yeah I thought that was obvious." She shrugged.

"Not to me, I thought it was hot." He said it without thinking and cringed immediately. She just put her hands on her hips and stared him down.

"That right?" Her tone was soft but authoritative. Mammon shivered.

"Ah...um well…y-yeah.." he stuttered hopelessly. She laughed openly at him and he felt his heart warm at the sound.

He never wanted that laugh to be anyone else's.

"Be my girlfriend." He said suddenly. She blinked and looked at him wide eyed.

"Wait really?"

"Of course really!" He practically shouted, "I don't want you to belong to Abaddon or anyone else! So just be with me already." He grumbled the last part. Acacia looked at him, then the ground, then the sky, then back at him.

"Ah I...ok yeah, yeah! I'll be your girlfriend Mammon. Oh crap I'm your girlfriend?"

"You're my girlfriend." He smiled like an idiot. He almost didn't believe the words. Acacia threw her hands around his neck and kissed him. She'd obviously not kissed a lot, it was inexperienced and controlling, but Mammon absolutely melted none-the-less.

0Lucifer had asked MC to come to his room, but it wasn't like the last time he'd done so. He didn't demand, he almost stuttered actually. He'd been like that a lot around them lately. Averting his gaze and tripping over himself. It was so unlike him they were genuinely concerned. Now they stood outside his room one more time. A lot had changed, but the feeling was the same.

They knocked before they entered, three curt raps.

"MC!" He stood quickly as they entered the room. "You came"

"Why are you being weird?" They asked. They'd never been one to lead up to a question. He respected that, unsurprisingly he didn't need the question spelled out for him.

"How couldn't I?" he said quietly, sounding more like himself. They tossed the answer around in their head.

"Is this because I won the bet with your dad?" They asked, matching Lucifer's soft tone. He closed his eyes.

"Yes."

There was a silence between them. Lucifer's legs shook in their presence and forced him to kneel before them in a very fitting gesture. He opened his eyes but couldn't look at their face. He didn't feel worthy.

He instead looked at their hands, folded lightly in front of them. He'd been proud of his hands once, they could heal a soldier and wield a sword all without thought. He stopped loving them after the fall, covering them so his sins could never sully their initial purity. He hadn't worn his gloves in a long time, he realized.

MCs hands weren't like his. They were smaller, softer on the back but calloused around the palms. Their hands could craft any number of items or art. They were so skilled they'd almost been given a life of their own. They could weave without a loom, they could build a home and work a job but still be gentle enough to wipe a tear.

They could drag a soul back from the precipice of death.

These hands were the ones that pet his hair and comforted him while their owner stared down God himself. These hands held his unworthy ones after the fact, pulling him lightly through the battlefield.

MC approached him in the silence, their holy hands reaching to cup his face and make him look up at them.

"The only thing God couldn't do was make me love him." They spoke carefully, never taking their eyes off his. "You made me love you from the day I arrived in the Devildom. Be in awe of yourself, love."

He stared uncomprehending. He was so confused and it was a feeling he didn't like. He'd sought to own them and that was wrong, then he found out how powerful they actually were and now that's still wrong?

He searched their face for answers. They said nothing, their eyes said he already knew the answer. If he couldn't own them and couldn't worship them what did they want from him?

Nothing. He could hear their voice in his head.

He owed them nothing.

They'd done something Lucifer could not in defeating his father...he'd done something his father could not in making MC love him.

They just wanted him, that was the answer.

0MC slept in Lucifer's room that night, extrapolate from that what you will. The next day they woke to find Acacia sitting on Mammon's lap at the breakfast table, being disgustingly couple-y.

Life went on, it always does. Their troubles didn't end there, but Micheal never dared to confront them again.

Neither did God.

The house's reconstruction took months to complete, but Diavolo was very cooperative after everything. Lucifer still served him and helped him with his matters, but their relationship never truly returned to normal.

They didn't rebuild Liliths room, people died and building a monument wouldn't bring them back. They converted the room for the humans, but neither of them used it.

Their family was strong, brought closer than ever by the trials they'd faced together and the storm they'd weathered. The days practically flew as they passed, turning quickly into months...then to years. It wasn't until MC realized a decade had passed that they really questioned it.

They hadn't aged.

They looked at themself in the full length mirror of Lucifer's bathroom and marveled. They hadn't aged a day since they were younger, fighting that battle all those years ago.

They questioned Acacia about it and she too had to admit she didn't feel a day older. Their confusion only mounted as not even Satan's books held an answer.

Eventually it was Lucifer who found the answer. Ten years was nothing to a demon and he could still clearly remember the day they'd taken on his father, the boon they'd requested.

To live with their family forever.

They had no idea He'd taken that to mean immortality, but they took it in stride regardless. Acacia was affected as well, and they had no other human loved ones to tie them to mortality.

"This works out well actually" Lucifer said thoughtfully.

"How's that?" They responded, looking away from their reflection.

"Diavolo and I have been considering reopening the exchange program."

They laughed once.

"Diavolo's dream of peace is dead, doesn't he know that?" They asked incredulously.

"Well perhaps with the Celestial Realm," he paused. "But the human realm has been so incredibly helpful, and now that we know more about it from living there I thought it would be good to form relations...for our own sake." He almost trailed off. MC looked at him pointedly.

"So this is your dream?" They said teasingly. He sighed but didn't deny it.

"Yes."

"Alright, I think it's got some merit." They admitted, "but what does that have to do with me being immortal?"

"Well we were thinking…" he paused for dramatic effect. "Humans might feel more comfortable if it's a human who greets them." He side eyed them, they stepped closer.

"You want me to introduce people to the Devildom?"

"Will you?"

They weighed the pros and cons, he was right about humans being more comfortable around humans. And who better than one who'd been through the process?

"I will." They decided.

0Aaron had never seen such a large hall. The room held no people, but many chairs and tapestries. He had no memory of how he'd gotten there, but he couldn't shake the unease. Like the feeling of being in the twilight zone, not where he should be.

Behind him he heard a door click open. Whirling around he saw a figure in the doorway.

Immeasurable power and purpose radiated from the stranger. Their posture was straight and dignified as they had one hand on the door frame and the other on the large door they'd opened. They wore clean black slacks and a simple black sweater with gold trim. Their ears were pierced and adorned with a number of golden earrings, including a curious golden bow. Around their shoulders was a large red tail boa constrictor.

Aaron had to repress a shiver as dark eyes fell upon him from the stranger with the air of royalty.

"Ah you're here early I see." They said simply. "I'm afraid the student council leaders aren't here yet."

Aaron blinked, what on earth were they talking about? They looked at him and smiled. They knew that feeling, it had been many thousands of years since they'd stood in this hall for the first time, but they remembered the day clearly.

"For now I guess I will orient you however I can, you no doubt have questions."

Aaron smiled and nodded in relief. The stranger paused as if thinking of where to start, stepping fully into the room they spoke in a soft voice that made his stomach flip.

"Welcome to the Devildom, Aaron"

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Chapter 41

MCs face went white.

Start over? As in kill them all?

"Y-you can't do that. We all still live down there we...we have lives and jobs and…" they realized He was no longer listening. They balled their fists. "You have no right!"

"No right?" He raised his head but didn't turn around. "I am the creator of your world child, I am the only one with a right." He spoke with no anger in his voice. Only understanding. MC pressed harder.

"I don't think you are."

"You think I'm not your creator? Then tell me who made you."

They thought for a moment, technically it was their mother, but not really. She birthed them, and she tried hard to mold them into exactly what she wanted, but in the end she failed. They'd taken Acacia and run away, building their own life. That was their answer.

"I did." They said soundly. Lucifer looked at them out of the corner of his eye. How could they just stand there and say things to Him ? Why was he too weak to?

"Really?" He said softly. "Then who made me?" That was a more difficult question. If He wasn't god then someone made him. They looked at the specter and couldn't bring themself to believe He was god. They'd never believed in god before. He was a figure created by man to explain things, to affirm their morals, to send their prayers to.

Perhaps the thoughts and beliefs of the humans were so real that they created Him. If that were the case then the answer would be the same.

"I did." They said again, softer this time. Lucifer almost cried from embarrassment, what the everloving fuck was the human talking about? But He just hummed in thought.

"Well child, if you made me and you made you...wouldn't that make you God?" He asked. They could tell the question was meant to trap them, to show them how silly their logic was, but they didn't see the flaw. They just doubled down.

"Yes it would." That seemed to throw Him , as much as one could throw a deity. He thought for a long moment.

While he paused, MC crouched beside the uncharacteristically upset Lucifer.

"You good?"

" No " was his only haunted response.

"Yeah I figured."

"How do you...and I can't…" his words came in heavy panicked pants. MC seemed to understand regardless.

"Yeah you're kinda struggling, but that's normal cause this is traumatic." They shrugged and stood again at His address.

Traumatic?

How were they not feeling the guilt? The oppressive feeling that you've betrayed someone who loved you unconditionally? How were they unaffected? Perhaps being near his father was harsher on him because he used to be an angel.

"Alright child," the many voices spoke. "You are mistaken, but I forgive you for that."

"Mistaken?" They asked. "About you not having the right to destroy my home?"

"I will make the Earth again, I will make it better. You are mistaken about many things."

"What if I can prove it?" They shot back. He turned slightly but said nothing. "I can prove you don't have the right because I can prove you didn't make me." They straightened their posture and steeled their resolve, if they were going to make this work they had to be thorough. He chuckled.

"How do you plan to do that?" His tone wasn't harsh, just mirthful, He found MC funny.

"I have a bet for you." They said carefully. It was risky to bank off the personality of Lucifer to get a read on God, but it's the only comparison they could really draw from. A God has to be at least a little proud, would He rise to the challenge?

"Alright, what are the terms of this bet?" His tone slipped so imperceptibly a mortal couldn't notice, well, a mortal who didn't already know that tone from His son. The tone of slight condescension. They were right, now they had Him.

"If you win I'll leave, Lucifer and his brothers will stay here with you. They will never question you again. You can remake Earth however you please with your son's by your side." They said methodically.

"Excuse me?!" Lucifer looked up at them with a murderous expression. They dare sell his and his brothers lives for a stupid bet? They pet his hair lightly, not taking their eyes off his father. A silent promise that they knew what they were doing, a plea to trust them.

"My son's back home without question?" He repeated. "That's worth more than you know...and what do you ask for in return?"

"If I win I want the Devildom to be given back to the demons, I want the earth left as it is and…" they'd only asked for things to go back to how they were. They were risking a lot so they wanted to ask for something selfish, something just for them. "And I want to live with my family... forever." They finished.

He pondered the terms. He was willing to risk his earth project, but making them immortal could pose some issues. Especially since He knew their "family" encompassed both the brothers and their human sister. He'd have to make her immortal as well.

In the end it wasn't even a risk, He couldn't lose a bet with a human. He'd made them, sculpted them from the soil and given them life. There was nothing they could do or say that He didn't know.

"I agree to your terms. What is your 'bet'?"

Now was the determining moment, they had to make this as clear as possible.

"Would you say everything you make loves you?" They asked. They knew where they were going, they just had to bait Him.

"Nothing has reason not to love me." He was deceptively humble.

"If you made someone, they love you no matter what. Just look how Lucifer cowers after he disappointed you."

Lucifer did not appreciate MC using him as an example, but he held his contempt in. It was obvious whatever they were doing was delicate.

"You must speak franky child, no more questions."

"I bet you can't make me love you." They said coldly.

Silence.

He said nothing as he pondered the declaration. Their heart hammered heavily in their chest. Whether He made them or not, He could squash them like a bug.

"When I gave you your first breath, you cried." He said. "I've seen many children cry, but it always breaks my heart. It still breaks my heart when you cry."

They nodded.

"When you left your mother I thought of sending you a guardian angel, but you just seemed to be your own. You guarded your sister."

They nodded again.

"You do love me, how could you not after all I've done for you?"

They closed their eyes and thought of Him. Thought of what He'd said. They searched themself honestly, He would know if they lied.

They found no fondness, no love for this stranger. They opened their eyes and He already knew what they found.

"How selfish of you." He said sadly.

"I know I'm a broken record on this" they crossed their arms loosely, "but I don't owe you, no matter what you've done."

They took a step forward.

"You love me though" they said accusingly. "Your statements reveal you pretty obviously hold love for me, I think that further proves my point."

He said nothing.

"I win"

He said nothing.

The ground beneath them opened and they dropped in the blink of an eye. There was a moment, a heartstopping moment, where Lucifer was an angel again. Plummeting helplessly away from his home. Then he was back, in the present he was a different man, a demon who could save himself. He had wings.

MC did not.

It took no thought, he spread his wings and caught the air like a parachute. His hands reached for MC and pulled them away from the fall.

He lowered them to the ground and set them down gently.

Looking down to earth from the Celestial Realm, he didn't feel dizzy from the height. He knew he could fly, he could save himself and anyone else who might fall. It was so simple. He was confused how he'd ever been afraid to begin with.

MC looked up and saw the hole they fell through closing up.

They'd won.

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Chapter 40

"Solomon?"

The stranger didn't answer, he just kept meandering away. Acacia jogged to keep up.

"MC told me about you, you're a sorcerer right? I thought you–"

"Wait you know MC?" He stopped and addressed her finally. Acacia wasn't surprised, most people didn't give her the time of day unless she brought up her sibling.

"Yeah I'm their sister. We're here with the 7 Avatars to try and get back the Devildom." She explained, Solomon looked thoughtful.

"Simon didn't say anything about the brothers being in this fight, he just said some rogue demons were causing trouble and he could use my help." He said, shaking his head slowly.

"Yeah and–" suddenly her DDD started buzzing. "Hold that thought." She took it out of her pocket, it was Mammon. Upon answering it many voices shouted at once, none of them intelligible.

"Guy guys shut up" Mammon's voice rose above the group call. "I need all hands on deck gah!! get everyone you can find and meet me by the west pillars" there was background noise of shouting and clanking, Mammon sounded like he was struggling.

"What's going on?" She asked frantically, Mammon had to collect himself before he could continue.

"Lucifer didn't defeat Michael. He's still WOAH. I can't talk, just send backup fast." Then the line went dead. Acacia stared at her ddd.

Lucifer didn't defeat Michael? He'd lost? Did that mean he was… no, he couldn't just die.

She looked up and saw Solomon was staring at her, but he was being pressured to leave by someone she hadn't seen approach.

She'd met Simon a few times, but the angel seemed downright panicked as he tried to make Solomon flee. Solomon just continued staring, not really noticing the angel's attempts.

"Lucifer... he's dead?" He said incredulously. It didn't sound right, didn't sound possible.

"We...we don't know that." But her voice held no certainty. She remembered Mammon, the strain in his call for help. Her heartbeat sped up and she started feeling fidgety.

Was Mammon facing that monster alone? If Lucifer couldn't even beat him then Mammon didn't stand a chance. She had to get Abaddon and go help. She turned on her heel before stopping herself. She turned back and addressed the two still present.

"Are you guys going to help?" She asked sharply. Solomon didn't answer but Simon jumped at the question.

"No! I mean I really wish we could but Micheals just...too much. Even with help we don't stand a chance." Solomon nodded in agreement.

"No, none of that," she said, tired of the angels' games. "None of this wishy washy 'oh we're on your side but not really' garbage. Mammon said all hands. Lucifer failed and probably died for this battle." She was growling now. "You gotta shape up or ship out right now." She got in their faces, her short stature and aggressively close stance giving her the appearance of a strike posed cobra.

"This plan is ride or die so you're either helping or you're wasting precious time I could be helping. I want a one word answer, in or out." She finished. The two blinked before sharing a look.

Solomon thought he knew what was going on. He found entertainment in getting information from his pacts and teasing others with that information. But this was a whole war he didn't know about, one his friends were fighting right under his nose. Now they were in danger, Asmo was in danger. With a nod he addressed the aggressive little girl.

"In."

Simon looked at Solomon like he was a madman. He probably was, but Simon was a good person. He wanted to keep his friends safe and stop all the bloodshed. There was a point where he had to admit Michael was a lunatic and Simon probably shouldn't be taking orders from him.

"...in" he said hesitantly. Acacia nodded once.

"Then follow me"

0Mammon was in way over his head. Lucifer was scary enough with his composed and precise punishment. But Micheal was just as powerful and infinitely less careful. He swung his sword in wide, unhinged Arch's, his hair fell in his face and his teeth were bared making him look like a feral possum.

Michael had lost them. They were just there within his grasp and Lucifer had swooped in and stolen them again. He was so angry his limbs burned. His jaw clenched and wouldn't unclench. He just wanted to destroy everything he saw, and Lucifer's beloved brother was a perfect place to start. He laughed gleefully as he swung his sword, forcing the demon farther and farther back.

He'd had the greedy bastard against a wall with his sword raised when the cavalry apparently arrived. Mammon visibly sighed in relief as his brothers rushed to his aid. The wrath of the sky and the ground and the tides was wielded by the newly rejuvenated brothers. Michael countered all of it with ease until Diavolo showed up.

The man was angry, he'd lost his kingdom, his best friend, and he was more than ready to take it out on an emotionally unstable seraphim. The shadows themselves seemed to rise up and trip Michael. Gripping at his armor and dragging him back to the Devildom prince.

Mammon took the opportunity to rest for a moment, he hadn't fought Michael alone for long, but he was still more than winded. He sat on the soft ground with his head between his knees trying to regain his strength. He listened to the sounds of the brothers ganging up on Micheal like it was his favorite song. Michael still held the advantage over the brothers and the prince, until some unexpected newcomers crashed.

"Now it's a party!" Asmo cried gleefully as Soloman rushed to his side in the fight. Spells on his tongue and fire in his fingers. Simon seemed hesitant at first but decided his best roll was helping the injured recover. In that sense, he started with Mammon. Healing whatever small injuries he'd sustained and suppressing his fatigue. Mammon was just about ready to jump back in when a hand on his arm stopped him.

"Wha? Ah! Acacia! You shouldn't be this close what's the matter with you?" Acacia just leaned close and kissed him lightly. Not hesitant, just soft. Mammon felt his head get so light he thought he'd float away. When she pulled away there were a few moments where his tongue became an untrained seal and he couldn't express any coherent words. Acacia just ruffled his hair and stepped back.

Mammon suddenly felt as powerful as Lucifer. Whipping around towards the fight he thought, this must be her way of saying 'thanks for not dying'.

He'd spend a million years not dying if it meant he'd get to kiss those lips again.

0They squinted on instinct in the blinding light of the upper Celestial Realm. Seeing where they were going was completely pointless so they just trusted Lucifer to navigate.

MC didn't know what they'd expected. Perhaps some kind of guard or gatekeeper, but the Lord was not hidden. He did not have any preamble or even a throne. He just stood and looked out into the distance. His body turned away from the approaching guests. He was so tall his face was completely out of view. He wasn't large...or small...or anything really, any opinion based on appearance simply did not stick in their head, instead it slipped through like water through their fingers.

Lucifer landed before the man and staggered backwards, as if realizing what exactly he was doing.

How could he bring them here? How could he show his face here? He was disgraced and banished and yet he just flew up here as if it were a normal weekend visit. He'd never really contemplated how easy this would be.

MC didn't know how to feel. They were literally standing looking at their creator. The man responsible for all of the laws of the world. They looked at him and realized...he looked like he was incomplete.

Yes there was definitely something... suspicious about his ambiguous appearance. As if it hasn't been decided yet what he should look like. They kept the thought to themself.

Upon their arrival he simply spoke.

"You've come here for answers."

They couldn't deny it, so they didn't. MC decided silence was the best option for them, instead letting Lucifer speak to the figure he called father.

"Y-yes" he spoke quietly. Never had MC heard Lucifer stutter. The implication sent shivers down their spine.

"I suppose you deserve your answers since you've come so far. Go on then."

"I...we…" Lucifer was actually sweating now, what was he thinking? He had nothing to say, he hadn't thought this through at all! He stared at his shoes like a nervous child giving a presentation. MC decided to try their hand at rescuing him.

"Why did you order Michael to take the Devildom?" A simple enough question.

"So my son's would come home." He said sadly. Lucifer visible cringed.

"Why do you want them home after you banished them?" They pressed. Lucifer was actually starting to panic now. Trembling, he sat on the ground to avoid collapsing. No one commented.

"So they could help me reclaim the earth." Now MC was shaken, that's a foreboding answer.

"What does that mean?" They asked.

"I wish to destroy this and start over." he said.

MCs face went white.

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Chapter 39

"You came back" was all he said as he helped the human stand. They brushed themself off and addressed him.

"I did what you said. It wasn't easy but I got the humans to sympathize." They said, as if speaking to a commander. Lucifer just stood unblinking. "I pitched and co-developed an app that became popular and influenced...well I'm sure you don't want the details, but the humans are embracing their sins again. Embracing you guys. I know it took me a long time but I ne–" he cut them off by pulling them close.

He wrapped his arms around them and almost fainted again as his heart beat wildly. Just seeing them had made his knees weak but hearing them again, holding them again, it was almost too much. He felt his wings come around to shield them in the silent selfish hope they'd never leave him again. He felt how small they were in his arms, how they were so soft and frail, their human bones like that of a birds in his hands. Like the most fragile of crystal.

And yet they were stronger than he was. So resilient and striking they couldn't possibly be contained in a shape so mortal. He missed this feeling, of holding them and appreciating them. The feeling they'd taught him to seek.

"You came back" he repeated. Nothing else needed to be said.

Michael rose slowly so not to alert the reunion. Approaching, he tried to figure out how to get his MC out of the devils grip. They were wrapped so snugly and shielded by an endless void of obsidian illustrious feathers. Any hope of retrieving them by force was off the table.

He decided his only option was to try to reach their heart one last time. Before he was forced to give up on them.

"MC." He started quietly. "Step away from the demon."

Lucifer tightened his grip, but only for a moment. He saw MC look at Michael with utter contempt and decided they could handle this. He released them and they didn't step away.

"Human I'm telling you, you are under an evil influence, you aren't in your right mind." He pleaded. MC realized this wasn't like the first couple times they'd faced Michael. There was no bodily reaction of trust or sympathy. Only their own cold hatred coursing through their veins.

"You don't know my mind, that is your mistake." They said simply. His pleading turned to thought which turned to rage.

"You think you're above an angels guidance?! You think you know better than I?" He stomped the ground like a petulant child. MC didn't feel the need to respond, but Lucifer's was being pulled into the past at the familiar words.

If the human did not want his guidance, his protection...

"Fine! Rot with the other human sheep for all I care!"

...then they could die out there with the other cattle for all he cared

"One day you'll realize all I've done has been for your own good ."

Your own good

Please understand it's for their own good

This is for your own good, Lucifer.

It was a cycle. How long had it gone on? God oppressed Lucifer, Lucifer oppressed Michael, Michael oppressed MC. How had it gone this far?? All for the sake of it being for their own good.

No one knew what they needed except for them.

Taking MC by the waist again he spread his wings and pushed off the ground. Away from the Celestial Realm, away from the madman who reminded Lucifer too much of himself. Away from the world and all the people who believed they knew what was right and what was wrong. Right to the Crux of the issue. The cause of the pride and the possession and the abuse.

He flew them to confront his father.

0Thousands upon thousands of powers laid slain. The locusts had to be called and laid in heaps of corpses as well. The stench was enough to choke but still Mammon stayed standing.

None of the brothers had fallen according to his knowledge, and he could feel a strength he didn't have before seeping into his skin.

Over the months it had been growing. So slowly it was hard to notice, but it was obvious out in the field. His energy was boundless, his magic was strong to the point of feeling youthful as he one felt. He didn't know how but he did know why.

MC had succeeded.

Some way in some twisted method, their running away had given the brothers back the powers they once had. They were strong and feared once more.

And they reveled in it.

With just a flick of his tail Levi could bring storms and rain down on the battlefield, turn the oceans to blood and boil them. Satan could shake the ground with his screams alone. The powers went deaf and blind from his howls so they could no longer take the Dominions orders.

Asmo charmed so many of the enemy that half the attacking force had doubled back to attack itself. Asmo simply sat and watched in pampered glee as tens of millions of soldiers proclaimed their loyalty and went whole heartedly to their demise.

Acacia sat at Abaddon's side, or more precisely, Abaddon sat at her side. The formidable demon was rendered powerless against the humans poor humor and boundless lack of social awareness.

He'd threaten her and she'd laugh. He'd try to please her and she'd get offended. All the while she acted as if he was the pet and not her. It was frustrating to no end and Abaddon found he could not escape.

All his attempts to ditch her or ignore her were met with unrelenting pestering. Her confidence in his servitude kept him there almost by his own will. He was losing himself, drowning in her overwhelming personality.

Acacia was doing okay, Abaddon was easier to break than she thought and now it was just a matter of waiting it out until he wanted her gone. But she was worried.

Mammon was out there, she still hadn't heard from MC, and she was in the middle of a battle.

Well she wasn't in the middle , more like she was watching a battle. From the hospital. With a greasy goat man and his pet plague.

"Aaaaaaiiiieeeeeee!!" Abaddon's scream cut the silence and made her cringe. "Marie! Marie! Oh my poor girl!" Acacia looked into the distance where the demon was pointing wildly and saw a figure fighting a large locust. She rolled her eyes and grabbed the baseball bat she'd brought for emergencies. Reaching the figure she stopped mid-swing.

He was a human.

The human threw a hand up. "Stay back, this thing is one of Abaddon's locusts."

"I know."

"Then you know to stay out of my way unless you want a swift end."

He wore strange clothes, black with golden trim, and he transitioned from English to a strange tongue as he spoke some kind of spell. After the spell was spoken the locust burst into flames. A distant "MARIEEEEEEE!!!!!!" Could be heard over the crackling.

"Stop that! Those are my dudes pets." She scolded, but the human man just looked at her incredulously.

"You're in league with the demons?"

"Well you're in league with the angels" she countered.

"Touche." He said. His compliance was a little too quick...shady.

"Who are you?" she asked, pointing her baseball bat threateningly.

The boy tossed white hair out of his face and started walking away.

"Solomon"

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Chapter 38

Lucifer was faster than Michael, and without any backup it was his only advantage. The angel wasted no time trying to run him through, as he had wanted to do for millennia, but Lucifer was already behind him. His wings provided a vertical battlefield the grounded angel couldn't reach.

Michael swung with fury, but Lucifer moved with precision. Michael dodged with speed, but Lucifer struck with purpose. It was mere minutes they fought through an obvious stalemate, but it felt like decades. This was the end of the roads they'd both chosen, always destined to oppose each other.

The only significant difference between them was Michael was expected to win. Every angel in the Celestial Realm expected it, Lucifer's own father had planned it.

Even Lucifer knew deep down he couldn't face Michael alone. He was too weak from his fall, his lack of human influence, his years of stress and heartache. He was too weakened by his cursed life to assume he could defeat someone still fresh and in the Father's favor.

The years had humbled him, his humiliation was so thorough and absolute it felt as if it were the true reason he was created.

But as Michael started to gain an edge, as Lucifer felt himself losing ground. He knew he was still their best bet. If he didn't defeat Michael, his brothers didn't stand a chance. Even United they'd never matched Lucifer's power and skill. It's how he managed to keep them in check for all those lifetimes.

For the Devildom, for the demons who were driven from it, for his brothers. He couldn't afford to lose this one.

So when Micheal swung his sword in customary fighting form, Lucifer showed no etiquette. He used no tact or grace, he used claws and teeth and threats. Anything for the edge, anything to frighten Michael into weakness. Perhaps he'd be too scared to fight, if he knew what the devil really looked like.

But Lucifer was growing slow, and his wings were large and unprotected. They were once an asset, but now they were the perfect weakness.

Lucifer hardly even saw as Michael faked a left dodge and immediately darted back. One hand holding his sword, thrown out for balance. The other reaching for Lucifer's neat black feathers. His fist grasping the soft appendage roughly, a dirty tactic for an angel.

Lucifer's cry of shock was like a fox's. Loud, haunting, and just off from being recognizable as human.

He hit the ground hard when Micheal threw him. His weight and height were his downfall. He was getting to his feet practically the next instant, but it wasn't fast enough. Michael pressed a metal boot to the center of Lucifer's chest, pinning him to the soft ground.

No.

Failure was not an option. He had his family, the fate of the Devildom, if he lost then no one would be spared. Michael would slaughter every demon, every ally they'd gathered. They'd be worse than dust without Lucifer.

MC would never know what happened to them.

Michael pointed the tip of the Celestial sword to Lucifer's chest, but he didn't stab. He grinned madly as he dragged the blade over the cloth of his shirt. Tearing it easily and slicing the flesh beneath.

"Does it hurt to be carved like a roast old friend? Corrupting innocent humans and seducing them to do your bidding is your crime, and I think this is barely any punishment for something so heinous."

Lucifer would not grimace against the pain. If he were to die, if all hope were to be lost, he would at least hold onto the one thing he'd kept through the years of struggling and suffering.

His forsaken pride.

He held his breath and made no movement as Michael made sliced veal of him. Sick enjoyment twisting his features as he worked.

"Look, the star bleeds just like a pig. Fitting since you'll die like one Helel!"

Lucifer would not comment. But he allowed himself an internal complaint. A whine that even sounded pathetic in his head, the plea of why Michael couldn't just finish it already. He knew this feeling of blackness creeping at the edges of his vision. The feeling of sickness curling in his chest like smoke and the world beginning to spin.

He was almost grateful as he lost consciousness.

0Michael watched the life drain from Lucifer's face as his eyes fluttered closed beneath him. For a blissful moment he believed the bastard actually died from the torture. Of course he'd be too stubborn to just go quietly. With a sigh Michael raised his sword.

Bringing the wide arch down his heart almost stopped when his swing was interrupted by a sharp clang.

Before him stood a warrior he wasn't familiar with. Their stance was strong and practiced, and they blocked his swing with a sword identical to his own. Taking a step back, and consequently off the fallen Lucifer, he got a better look at the stranger.

Their hair curled lightly on their brow. They stood strong and straight against the ground, over the unconscious body like a guardian angel. Their hands, small and calloused, gripped their sword in front of them prepared to defend themself. Their eyes held the seraphim's gaze with dignity and without hesitation.

They were like a mural, standing with the lights of the realm dancing in their hair, shining off the sweat on their temple. No armor or wings but angelic none-the-less stood his MC.

"MC! You're supposed to be hiding on Earth. Get out of here before you get hurt." MC held their ground.

"I was on Earth, but I wasn't hiding." They said coldly. They stood with their feet far apart and one hand thrown out to the side for balance. Sword raised in a manner both threatening and protective of their face and body.

They'd been training.

0MC tried not to look at their unconscious lover as he slept on the ground. Their suspicion had been correct, the bow had become a sword not a shield. That meant they'd have to fight.

Taking the offensive they lunged forward, using their weight in their attack. Michael was caught off guard but recovered quickly, blocking MCs attack and continuing to play defense.

"I won't attack you MC, you don't know what you're doing."

"Oh really?" They chased him around a corner and whipped around to slice again. "Because it looks like I'm about to chop you in half." They gloated. Michael almost laughed.

"The only reason you're still alive is because I'm so merciful." He chuckled as if fighting MC was equatable to racing a small child and letting them win.

"I know, but nonetheless we're still doing this" they were starting to pant now. They only had to keep it up for a little while.

"It's actually hilarious." He breathed.

"Me trying to fight you?" They guessed as they swung, burying the sword into a wall before pulling it out and continuing their assault.

"No, the fact that Lucifer's fallen so far" his sword blocked MCs and they stayed locked there as he looked at them directly. "To need to be rescued by a human."

MC had promised themself they wouldn't rise to any of Michaels taunts. But they'd circled back so the spot where they'd left Lucifer was behind Michael. Over his shoulder MC saw shapes moving, air shifting, they knew what it meant, they'd lived with him after all. They'd promised they wouldn't talk back, but that was when Micheal was addressing them. This time he'd disrespected Lucifer.

With a shove, so purposeful and sudden it surprised the angel, MC knocked his sword arm back over his head.

"I'm not here to rescue him" their tone was low as a whisper and deadly as a cobra. They pressed the tip of their sword to Michaels throat, keeping his hands above him.

"I'm here to distract you."

At that very moment MC dropped to the floor for cover. Michael was confused for only a heartbeat before a force like a freight train came from behind him. Knocking him over MCs head and into the wall they'd embedded their sword in.

Lucifer folded his wings back to his sides and held out a hand to help the human up. He wanted to scold them for stepping in, to tell them he hadn't needed their help and they shouldn't have been anywhere near the fight.

But they'd saved his life. Again.

He was over telling them what they could and couldn't do. Every time he did they just proved him wrong. And he hoped they never stopped.

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"You did what?" Mammon had been pacing and yelling for quite a while, and he didn't show any sign of letting up.

"I already answered that," Acacia said in exasperation.

"I just...I can't believe... HIM?! " Mammon pointed wildly at Abaddon who was watching him freak out in mild amusement.

"Yeah we needed help" she shrugged. Abaddon chuckled in low clicks.

"Don't worry Magpie, I'll take good care of her." He winked suggestively and Mammon bared his teeth.

"Grrrrrrrr you won't be anywhere near –"

"Mammamamamman!" Acacia cut him off. "Knock it off, I got this." She smacked his ass as she walked past him to Abaddon. He jumped at the brazen action and his face went completely red as he watched her walk passed.

"We should probably be goi–" Abaddon started.

"Come on we got things to do!" She commanded with a wave as she strode past him. Abaddon rushed her, low to the ground like a centipede. When he reached her he drew up to full height and looked down at her, snarling menacingly.

"You do not make demands pet, you obey me." Acacia just rolled her eyes.

"Come on, now." She repeated.

"You can't just–"

"Ah! Nowwww"

"YOU INSOLENT C–"

"Come on greasy, times a wastin'" she turned on her heel and continued on her path. Abaddon stared flabbergasted after her.

"Hey wait! You can't just walk away from your master" he called pathetically as he ran after her.

Mammon had held in his laughter while he watched the exchange, but seeing the unhinged and widely feared Abaddon brought down to chasing his human was too much. He fell to the ground he laughed so hard.

Obviously Acacia was gonna be just fine.

0Three months ago

If only they had wings of their own, it would make the fall much easier to handle. They'd jumped and aimed for water but it didn't look like they'd be so lucky. The ground grew closer and their heart raced faster, they wouldn't survive the impact.

But they couldn't fail, they had to live, they would do just about anything to ensure their survival. They needed help, oh who could help them now? They prayed for help, any miracle or Deus ex machina to get them out of this.

Naturally, they were answered.

The wind itself seemed to slow their descent, rapping around them like a blanket and promising protection. They slowed to the point that touching down was as soft as a feather landing. Carefully they lowered themself to their knees and thanked whatever entity was their salvation.

They felt an unseen hand give two light pats on their head. A warm smile in the breeze told them exactly who had come to their aid.

Lilith always loved them without restraint.

Now they were safe on Earth, far from the brothers who'd been their family, far from Acacia who probably still needed them. They shook their head, fixating on their decisions would help no one. They had to move forward, a lot of work had to be done if they were to re-acclimate into society.

0The brothers knew their roles. Abaddon and his locusts were at their disposal. Diavolo and Luke hadn't betrayed them so far. There was no getting around it, Lucifer thought to himself.

Now was the time.

MC was given a task, one that was challenging he'd admit, but they'd been gone too long. He'd postponed for too long. Eventually he'd just have to accept that they had failed.

"Family meeting!" He called, and everyone started gathering at the familiar words. "We have all we can get to ensure our victory." He spoke, the brothers looked around at the people they'd managed to gather.

Abaddon was practically bowing he was bent so low, Acacia standing next to him with a smug grin. Diavolo hadn't spoken much to anyone but Lucifer, but his strength would be a serious help. Raphael listened from the edge of the room, not a part of the plan but still curious. All their allies were present except for one.

"We can no longer delay our attack, be ready at dawn."

0As the sun rose on the Celestial plain, Michael was well prepared for the coming attack. He'd been spying on the brothers' proceedings since the day they'd set foot in his land. He was overjoyed when MC decided to run away from the fight.

The brothers thought they were still in the Celestial Realm, but Micheal had followed them and Michael knew they'd fled to earth.

And there they waited for him. Once the battle was over and he had brought the brothers to justice he could go and claim his reward. He was practically trembling at the thought.

Now he waited, sword in hand, angels at his command, for the brothers to dare begin the fight that would surely be their last.

0There were thousands of them. Angels of all Creed's and strengths at Michael's command. Lucifer was the only one standing before them, the rest of his forces scattered across the Celestial Realm ready to make their move.

Michael chuckled down at the fallen angel. The one who'd always been the Father's favorite. The one who He has made to be smarter than Michael, wiser than Michael, purer than Micheal. The Father had created Micheal to match Lucifer only in power, to keep him in check should his pride grow out of hand. Today Michael would prove he was superior.

Today He would see which of them He should have faith in.

"Dominions! Take the Powers of the air and water to meet the demons of envy, gluttony and wrath. Take the Powers of fire and Earth to greet the demons of lust, sloth and greed." As he gave his orders and the Dominions and Powers departed, he turned back to the deceptively solitary Lucifer.

"Principalities, tell the angels we have already won. For Lucifer has come to face me alone."

0Levi sat in wait over the water.

His pets were at his call, yet still he felt vulnerable. His job, along with Beel and Satan, was to draw the Powers to the East. Belphie, Mammon, and Asmo waited to draw the powers West. Separating Michael from his forces was the best way to ensure Lucifer could defeat him, especially when they were weakened by the lack of human support.

He saw the Dominions approaching on the horizon. So many swarmed the air even the heavenly light from the sky was blocked. Like bats swarming and swooping for prey.

Levi stood strong and tried not to be afraid. His pets had never failed him, he had two of his brothers at his side, and if the worst came they could rely on Abaddon's locusts for help and even cover should they need to escape.

"Levi! The serpent!" Satan pulled him out of his thoughts. Levi snapped around.

"He has a name! "

"NOW IS NOT THE TIME!!!"

Geez fine, Levi raised his hands and reached for Henry 1.0s mind. He'd called the loyal snake before many thousands of years ago. He was out of practice, but the snake knew his call. The tide swirled and displaced with the volume of the beast rising from it.

The snake arched up sending billions of gallons spraying, dampening the wings of the assailants and sending many of them plummeting to the punishing depths.

"Yaaah!! Good boy Henry!!! Get em silly noodle." Levi cooed as if he was talking to a puppy and not a trillion ton harbinger of serpentine death. Even with the snakes assault the majority of the angels continued their descent.

And the battle began.

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3 months

3 months MC had been gone. Off who knows where doing who knows what. They had been gone without a word, they were probably trapped somewhere. Or worse.

The brothers struggled, but eventually they accepted it. Though they couldn't deny there was a human sized void in their lives that Acacia shouldn't be trying to fill. No matter how much she thought she needed to.

Lucifer never gave up his trust that MC had left with the intention to return. He was, however, starting to believe they may have failed. Now they were unable to come back to him for one reason or another. It made his stomach turn that he'd let them go in the first place.

He should've held them tighter, kept them closer. Under his watchful gaze they'd never be in harm's way, nothing was so bold as to challenge Lucifer nor those under his protection.

Now when he slept he did it alone, colder than stone and twice as harsh were his nights. When he ate he could hardly taste, what was the point if MC wasn't there to cook for him? to scornfully remind him he needed sustenance in the first place.

Technically as a demon he didn't need it as much, but he never forsake a meal, or a nights rest. Even though they were gone he could still hear them telling him he was going to waste away if he didn't take care of himself.

He believed them.

Now he stood on a sheer ocean cliff on Earth. In one hand he held the horn Abaddon had given Simon, in the other he held Acacia's hand.

Since MCs disappearance, Acacia had insisted she be present for any and all planning against Michael. She gripped his gloved hand awkwardly, but she wouldn't be the one to let go. She knew how Lucifer could be devious, and she wasn't going to let him discretely leave her behind.

Lucifer would never do such a thing to someone MC cherished so deeply, but if it made the silly girl feel better than so be it.

After three months of planning and hiding and outright stalling for MCs return, he could no longer ignore that they were in need of help. An unhinged demon with a hoard of terrors at his beck and call would be a big help.

Swallowing his disgust he raised the larger end of the horn to his lips and called for Abaddon.

The horn made a sound like a thousand cicada's chattering in a field. The sound grew so loud with the hissing Acacia had to cover her ears.

The silence that crested after the cacophony was almost as deafening.

They stood on the hill for a few beats. Waiting, listening. It was only when their guards dropped for a moment that a voice from behind them made them jump.

"Tidings"

The two turned suddenly. It was impossible to startle Lucifer, but this man came dangerously close. Yellow eyes seemed to be crusted open, unblinking. His rectangular pupils drawing from one figure to another and back again. He licked his lips absently with a scaly black tongue.

"Two birds on a wire." He said softly. "Why have you flown here? Why have you called me?" He approached them in long rhythmic strides as he spoke. Lucifer cleared his throat.

"The angels stole your hoard for their means, perhaps we can interest you in...revenge?" Lucifer's eyes narrowed at the reclusive demon. The latter just chuckled, it sounded more like clicking.

"Oh Helel...I am not a vengeful creature. If you have want of my assistance you must offer me something more…" He pressed two fingers hard into his temple. His wrist twisting unnaturally away from his skull. "... substantial." Lucifer cringed, he had nothing to his name. "Need a suggestion?" The creep dropped his hand back to his side and tilted one big yellow eye right into Lucifer's face.

"You have a request?" Lucifer kept his cool, though the stench was near unbearable.

"Well I'm sure I could think of something...I waaaaaaaaant…" he spun in a slow circle as he drew out the word. "Hmm….how about that little pet always trotting after you?" He asked innocently. Lucifer wasn't surprised, everyone seemed captivated by MC and this wasn't the first time someone has demanded them. His brothers, Diavolo, Micheal, it was honestly a miracle they weren't kidnapped daily.

He couldn't blame them, he did the same thing did he not?

"That's out of the question." He said calmly. "Think of something else."

"Ah but now I've got my heart set on it Luci!" The proud demon cringed at the way Abaddon used the nickname. "Please?" He grinned an uncannily wide and brown-toothed smile. Acacia looked from Lucifer to Abaddon, surely he wouldn't actually consider the offer.

Lucifer was thinking of something else...had Abaddon ever met MC? Usually people would know them before they wanted them...what did Abaddon want with his human?

"Why?"

"Hm?" Abaddon looked back to him, as if he'd gotten completely distracted in the short time Lucifer was quiet.

"Why do you want MC?" He clarified. He'd never give them up, but his curiosity demanded an answer.

"Oh for the prestige of course!" He yelled. "To have a human pet of my own would make many a demon jealous, especially if it was Lucifer's special human."

Lucifer's stomach turned. Everything about his words was sickening. The way he spoke, the condescending way he said his special human. The intentions he had, and the way he referred to them as it. He shook his head slowly.

"You are a truly depraved bastard and you'll never have contact with them" he almost laughed as he said it. Abaddon just waved one hand at him and hid his oblong face.

"Oh you…" he cooed and Lucifer rolled his eyes.

"Hey!" Acacia spoke up for once.

"Well Luci if you don't pay up you won't get my hel–"

"What is it Acacia?" Acacia looked at Lucifer and released his hand, turning to Abaddon.

"What about me?" Her voice only barely shook. Abaddon didn't know why Lucifer was letting the human chime in, but he decided to humor it.

"And...who are you?" He leaned in close, towering over the girl. His long, greasy locks falling down around his face and hers. Acacia gulped and resisted the urge to back up.

"Acacia what a–" Lucifer was interrupted.

"I am Acacia, MCs sister. I am willing to go with you if a human's what you want so badly." Lucifer's choked on his words at the humans brazenness.

"Ohooooooo!!!" Abaddon crowed and jumped up and down. Clapping his hands excitedly. "A human of my own! Hi he ho!"

"Not quite." She cut him off. Lucifer was shocked by the bargain being made without his input. He should stop Acacia from negotiating with the crafty man. He had to keep her safe for MC while they were gone.

But they needed Abaddon's help, and if MC had taught him anything it was to respect a humans autonomy. Acacia could make her own decisions.

He took a step back and watched the bargain unfold.

"What are you chattering about? No take backs!"

"Nah I'm not taking back anything" she raised her hands in a placating gesture. "But my service isn't unconditional." Abaddon huffed loudly.

"Lucifer y–"

"Ah ah" he stopped the greasy demon. "If you're to be negotiating the life of a human it is only fair you do it with said human."

"What does that mean?"

"It means eyes on the prize bucko" Acacia drew his attention back to her. "You wanna make a purchase you gotta talk to the owner, not the Uber driver who dropped her off." Lucifer decided not to comment on that... unorthodox comparison. Abaddon was amused, but participated.

"Very well, what are your terms, chickadee?" Acacia held up one finger.

"You and your hoard help get back the Devildom." She held up another. "Our contract is nullified in the event of any betrayal or tomfoolery." He rolled his eyes. She held up a third "and it is nullified in the event you no longer want me" she smirked. Abaddon grinned from ear to ear. Literally from ear to ear, his ears almost fell off.

"Is that all?"

"That's it." She confirmed.

Lucifer starred between the two parties. This sounded like a horrible deal. But the confident look not often seen on Acacia's face made him believe she knew what she was doing. He held his tongue.

Abaddon didn't seem to be suspicious, why would he be of a dumb human? He grabbed Acacia's hand and pulled her towards him, turning to Lucifer again.

"Alright, you have my support."

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Satan was fine.

He'd never really liked that human anyway. If they were going to leave that was completely understandable. He left Lucifer to his denial and went to focus on more important things.

Luke's messenger bag turned out to be stolen from Simon. Inside were potions and spells and even orders straight from Michael. Luke was a bit embarrassed at having stolen from Simon, but he quickly shook it off with the idea that he was justified because he was a demon now.

Luke was doing that often. Just doing mild crimes because he could. He had stood next to the "no food allowed" sign to eat his lunch even though it didn't seem very comfortable. He'd borrowed a pen from Raphael and never given it back. He was honestly kind of adorable in his hi-jinks.

Satan took the bag to sort out its contents. He laid the miscellaneous items on a table and looked them over. There were plenty of useless things, two gold-wrapped herb bundles, 8 miniature glass vials, 3 scrolls yet to be opened, just to name a few. He couldn't focus on what was important and what wasn't, he was too distracted. Too busy wondering things. Things he shouldn't– didn't care about.

Things like whether or not MC was ok. Why they would go this far with them just to bail at the end. Why they'd ditch them all when it was so unlike them.

Had they ever been sincere? Had all their self-assured words and actions been a ruse and they only now decided to show their true colors?

He shook his head, he had to focus.

The horn might be worth something if they used it right. Perhaps they could call Abaddon for help, especially the sheer numbers of his locust swarm...

What could he have done to make them stay? Did he do something wrong?

Shut up, SHUT UP! He didn't care about the human that ditched them and he didn't care about whether or not he had driven them away...whether or not their friendship was real in the first place.

He was fine.

He sat down heavily and sighed. He could understand the humans unwillingness to fight a Celestial battle, he had no right to expect that kind of sacrifice.

But not even an explanation? Not even a goodbye?

He was often envious of them and their understanding. Their ability to shrug off irritation and always be there and be supportive. To both the brothers and their sister. He often thought of his brothers and how they'd never be so close of not for MC. He thought of MCs relationship to Acacia and how it almost paralleled Lucifer's responsibilities.

Knowing MC, had in a way, helped him understand his strict older brother better.

But they'd just abandoned Acacia to the battle. Abandoned her like an old jacket that no longer fit. Maybe they thought she'd be safer with the brothers, bit it was still unforgivable.

"Hey Satan! Luke sai–" Mammon walked in the room without knocking. He stopped when he saw his younger brother slumped in his chair with the Celestial junk on the table before him. "Woah...you look miserable."

"Well I'm not, what do you want?" Satan snapped, harsh even for him. Mammon approached slowly.

"Hey...are you ok? Did something happen?"

"No"

"Don't make me bother it out of you." Mammon smirked and Satan winced at the threat.

In the past when Mammon wanted to get a secret out of one of his brothers he'd "bother" them until they broke. One time Satan had figured he could outlast Mammon's short attention span and took the challenge. This led to 6 straight days of Mammon persistently telling the same knock knock joke. The punchline was always banana...never orange. And he would continue relentlessly saying 'knock knock' until Satan gave in from exhaustion and said 'whos there'. Leading the endlessly repeating cycle to continue.

"No no bothering, Diavolo's sake." Satan gave in. "Fine...yes something happened." He grumbled. Mammon tossed an arm around his chair.

"Alright, tell big bro all about it. What's troublin' ya?" He said. Satan rolled his eyes so hard he saw into the future and actually witnessed his own death.

"MCs gone" he said. Mammon's whole demeanor shifted to one of fear.

"What? Gone? Who has them I'll kill him!" He growled. Satan just raised his hands to explain.

"They ran away Mammon, they got scared and ditched us."

The room went silent, Mammon's mouth fell open but no words came out. He closed it and opened it to try again, but still nothing. Finally he spoke.

"But...no they… they wouldn't…" his disbelief was fragile, and it broke when Satan gave him a mourning look.

"We shouldn't have expected they'd stay" he said solomnly.

0Mammon was sad. He knew he was expecting a lot and being selfish when he wanted MC to stay with him. He knew he was even more selfish for taking their leave so personally.

But he couldn't help it. He was the Avatar of greed, and he wanted the world and he wanted it to cost nothing. He should've known it would just blow up in his face.

He trudged away from Satan's brooding-room to find Acacia. The least he could do was break the news to her gently, no one else was gonna do it.

He hated feeling like this, but it wasn't the first time. He'd felt this horrid sting of abandonment multiple times before. When his father cast him out for defending Lucifer. When Lucifer got so busy he stopped talking to Mammon, unless of course it was to yell at him.

He knew how to deal with this feeling by now, the key was gratitude.

Gratitude didn't come easily to one so greedy, but he could summon it when he really needed it. To calm his heart and feel whole again. So he thought about it.

He was grateful for those who were still in his life. His brothers, Satan working through denial to give them the best chance of success. Lucifer, working tirelessly for years to keep them together and still managing to have time to flay Mammon for his grades. Acacia, ever-present with a smile and an inappropriately timed joke.

He was grateful for this, but he'd also been grateful for MC before they left. Maybe everything good in his life was destined to leave.

Maybe he just drove people away.

He was just a stupid mammon after all, he couldn't even be an angel right. How was he supposed to focus on anything other than money when they paved the place with gold?

Reaching Acacias nook where she was charging her phone, he cleared his throat.

"Maaaaaaammon!" She called while shaking her head side to side vigorously. Her hair flying wildly around her.

"Acacia I need to tell you something." Good start, good start, but then a chilling thought struck him.

What if she blamed him?

What if he told her this and she thought it was because MC was scared. Because he wasn't enough to protect them. He hadn't been enough during the exchange program or when they were trampled on earth or when they fell on the bridge. It was no wonder they'd run. Acacia looked up at him with wide, expectant eyes and Mammon choked.

He couldn't just turn back now.

"MCs gone." He said in a strangled voice. Acacia tilted her head.

"Gone where?"

"Gone…" he couldn't elaborate. Acacia's curious face suddenly morphed to one of horror.

"They... they're dead?" She sounded disbelieving. Mammon immediately backpedaled.

"No no no they just ran away! They ditched us Acacia."

The human looked at her hands in her lap, her hair obscuring her face. Silently she stood, her shoulders shaking slightly.

Oh no she was crying, he wanted to break this too her gently, but he'd obviously fucked it up.

"Oh hey, Acacia I'm sorry. Don't–" but Acacia didn't listen, she walked slowly to the door. She looked up and Mammon saw she wasn't crying, she was just shaking.

Faster than he thought possible for a human, she slammed her fist into the drywall beside the door, leaving a sizable hole. With a roar of aggravation she threw open the door and stomped down the hall. Leaving a confused and slightly scared Mammon in her wake.

0Acacia was Mad. She had to take a walk and she had to do it now. Her body shook with energy and rage as she power walked through the halls of the hospital.

How dare MC leave? How dare they...they...AAGH!

It was just the day before that Acacia had been panicking over the situation. She always had MC around to help with her anxiety attacks, and it was MC who told her not to be afraid. To trust that they would find a way to get through this.

How dare they run away? After telling her not to fear.

Acacia screamed incoherently and punched the air as she walked. MC had always been there, always promised they'd be there. Then they just left? Without so much as a good bye?

She was fuming so hard as she rounded the corner she almost ran over the small demon walking the other way.

"Hey!" Luke yelled in indignation before seeing Acacia's red faced anger. "Woah, what happened?" Acacia balled her hands into fists.

"MC ditched." She spat. Luke looked at her for a few moments.

"What a fucking meanie" he said a little hesitantly. Acacia blinked. "Yeah I say 'fuck' now" he crossed his arms and tilted his chin up. Obviously thinking himself very cool and edgy. Acacia almost laughed.

"Hell yeah little dude! What an absolute Fucking meanie. You said it." She pumped her fist as her anger turned more into reckless energy. Luke looked very proud at the praise. "You a little sinner now?"

"Yep, and this is just the beginning!" He waved one finger in the air as he spoke. Acacia got a devious idea as she looked at the little trouble-maker-in-progress.

"Wanna go trespass?" She wiggled her eyebrows. Luke hesitated for a moment.

"Yeah?" He said cautiously.

"Alriiiiiight!" Acacia yelled and Luke started getting into it. "Screw everything let's commit property damage."

"Fuck it!" Luke chirped as the two went off to cause mayhem.

0Lucifer was pensive.

He knew MC hadn't ditched him. He knew it in his bones, his skin, his hair follicles. He was so sure they hadn't that he could practically hear MC laughing at the notion.

They were trying to do their job. Some way, somehow, they were gone because they had to be to complete their task. He was not suspicious of their intentions.

But he was afraid.

So many things could happen to them out in the Celestial Realm. So many horrible, inhuman things. Things he couldn't protect them from because he wasn't there, and he didn't know where they were.

He could only trust they could hold their own. They had Liliths bow, and they were smart, creative, alluring to a dangerous degree. And most of all, they were confident. That seems vague, but an unshakable self worth and resilience was the only defense a human could have against the pure aura of an angel. He had seen it when they'd faced Michael on the Petco roof, and he saw it every day when he looked in their eyes and they didn't look away.

If any one could survive out there. It was MC.

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Chapter 34

Luke scurried into MCs radius of view in the mist. His fall must've hurt him so badly he needed a Celestial hospital. Rafael had never been known to turn anyone away.

Luke was definitely different with the black clothing and general change in spirit, but his eyes were still those of an annoyingly yappy dog.

Lucifer smirked down at the little demon, seeming to find mirth in the sight. Diavolo barely even acknowledged Luke's presence. MCs eyes were glued to Luke's hands, in one hand he held the horn Simon had used to call off the locusts all those months ago. In the other he held a suspiciously Celestial looking messenger bag.

0The brothers examined the newcomers like dogs sniffing around a new pet hamster. Many teased and complemented Luke's new demonic appearance. Luke pretended it didn't bother him that he'd fallen, but he wasn't very good at pretending.

Diavolo's presence was met with tense avoidance. On the one hand the brothers had abandoned Diavolo in the Devildom to die. On the other, Diavolo tried to sacrifice MC then showed up and almost outright murdered them. No matter how much they insist they're fine.

Acacia tried her best to comfort Luke, he had been through something traumatic. She didn't understand why the brothers were so callous when they knew better than anyone how much it hurt to fall from grace. Mammon gained a bit of sympathy after Acacia yelled at him for it, but he still insisted being a demon wasn't that bad.

0MC was fine. Raphael patched up what Diavolo had done so they were ok.

They were fine in the other way as well. They'd moved a lot and a lot had happened very quickly, but they were ok. They were relieved Acacia and Mammon had seemed to have formed a bond. Mammon was a bit flaky but he was a good guy and he'd make sure nothing happened to their sister.

They were ashamed to admit it, but sometimes they had fantasies of running away and having no responsibilities or people to rely on them. Every day Acacia grew more independent, and that fantasy became uncomfortably plausible.

They sighed in the sterile hospital room. The others were asleep one room over, they'd moved here to take a breather. Away from the planning and commotion. They idly folded the paper from the printer into paper cranes and stars. Coloring the sides to make small ornaments that will never be displayed. MC didn't make them to keep them after all.

0Lucifer watched their hands from the doorway. The shape of each finger, the curve of the wrist as they delicately folded the paper. He'd watched those talented, calloused hands like this countless times. No matter where they were or what was available they'd always find a way to make something.

Those hands could weave string and mix color. Use any material they could reach. Such hands belonging to a human were beyond understanding, God had not gifted them these hands, these were skills they'd crafted themself.

Those hands had managed to hold him, teach him, something no angel or deity could ever claim. They could do anything , and if they were to win this fight, he'd have to use that to his advantage.

"MC, a word?" He said softly so not to startle them. They put down the paper softly and turned to him expectantly, they'd probably already known he was there.

"Yes Lu?"

"I want to talk to you about your place in this operation."

"Oh so now I get to know how you scary demons do things?" They mocked lightly, Lucifer smiled.

"Well, we are nothing if not mindful of our faults…" he trailed off. "MC, I have a mission for you. Something I can only trust you with." This peaked their interest.

"Oh?"

"Yes...I need you to research the human's sins." He said. MC was confused for a moment. Then they understood.

"You need to regain your former strength." Lucifer nodded, silently praising their understanding.

"I think understanding humans is the best chance we have to reverse the damage Michael has done. I can only trust you with this."

"Why not a brother?" They raised an eyebrow. Lucifer ran an ungloved hand through his meticulous hair.

"My brothers are a lot of things, but understanding is not among them. You are a human, these are your people." MC looked down in thought.

"My people…"

"Mammon, Beel, and Asmo are too easily distracted. Belphie and Satan resent me too much to leave a battle on my orders, and Levi's strength is needed here."

"What about Acacia?" They shot. Lucifer's lip curled back almost imperceptibly.

"If you believe she can be trusted with this then by all means enlist her help. But I want you to be in charge of this, it is vital." He cupped MCs face in his hands. Their skin was flower petals against his exposed hands. "Tell me you will."

MC forgot to answer when Lucifer looked at them like that, like one might look at the night sky. Finally they found their tongue.

"Of course."

0MC watched Lucifer's breathing slow until it steadied in sleep. They would not stay to see him wake. They tiptoed through the room, gathering their things and packing them into their jacket pockets.

Life had given them responsibilities, one to their mother to be the talented child she wanted. One to Acacia, to help her escape and teach her she was not lesser because of the things that witch had said. One to the brothers, to show them how to get along and remind them to love each other. One to Lucifer, to understand and forgive his broken words, broken actions.

Now Lucifer had given them a responsibility. He had given them the biggest responsibility, an impossible task to solve an impossible problem. Swaying the human collective was something that happened by chance, less reliable than a lightning strike.

They sometimes had fantasies of running away.

Shaking their head to clear it they shoved the rest of their provisions in their coat. They slipped on their crocs and made their way towards the door.

Acacia would be fine, she was with Mammon.

"MC?" A small voice interrupted their flight. Looking back briefly, a pair of curious blue eyes met theirs.

"Luke, go back to sleep." They placated. But he just tucked his fluffy tail between his legs.

"Where are you going at this hour?"

"Out"

"Will you come back?"

MC had to pause, they didn't want to say too much, but they couldn't just let the poor kid worry.

"Sure"

Luke didn't look convinced, but that wasn't MCs problem. They left without another word.

0When Lucifer woke the next morning MC was not beside him. The brief moment of panic was quelled by the thought that they had just gotten an early start on their assignment.

How oddly diligent for one who always wakes after Lucifer. He was not a morning demon after all. He'd probably find them in a few minutes.

20 minutes passed.

Ok obviously MC had left the hospital, it was an incredibly stupid idea but it may be their only way to research the situation. He would scold them upon their return, but ultimately he had to admire their guts. Shouldn't be more than a few hours.

He waited until nightfall.

Something was horribly wrong. They were trapped or captured or worse. He was pacing back and forth in the small room. If they were in trouble he had to go save them, but if they weren't he could give them away. His thoughts went in these circles as he wrestled with his indecisiveness.

Logic, he needed to find the logic.

"Satan!" He called his most analytical brother to help him sort out his dilemma.

"Yes?" He swung into the room at his brother's call. The two now on much better terms.

"MCs gone."

Lucifer told Satan everything, the assignment and how long he'd waited and how he couldn't follow them. Satan sat in thought for a moment.

"It must've been Michael!" Lucifer wanted to scream at the thought of his human in the hands of that obsessive maniac.

"No…" Satan said slowly. "Michael would've come to gloat about it by now, he's almost as proud as you." Lucifer had to agree, and it made his heart beat steady slightly. "It's more likely they were caught by a mouthy cherubim and they're being punished by Him as we speak.

Lucifer's panic broke out once more.

"How can you say that?!"

"What? You wanted analysis. Besides, if MC had been caught by Him then He would've found us by now too." Satan raised his hands in a calming gesture. Lucifer sat down.

"So..? Where are they?" Lucifer asked so quietly Satan almost missed it.

"Have you considered…" he started before thinking better of it.

"What?"

"No it's nothing"

"Satan tell me" Lucifer growled, Satan gulped against his will and immediately felt himself cringe at it.

"I was saying, have you considered they just... ditched us?" He said it cautiously. Lucifer took a second before answering.

"You mean...you accuse them of running away?" His tone was like ice. Satan backed up a step.

"Well I mean– this isn't exactly a human scene Lucifer. You can't actually expect them to be ok with a Celestial battle. And then you put pressure on them on top of that." He was babbling as Lucifer stood slowly.

Had he been too hard on MC? Had he really pressured them into leaving? The thought sickened him, but not because he thought it was true, because he knew it couldn't be.

"No" he said simply, no malice in his tone.

"I know you don't–"

"Satan I'm not mad and I'm not in denial." He already knew what accusations his brother would come up with. He silenced them immediately. "I'm… I trust MC. They told me they could do this and they wouldn't lie just to make me feel better." His tone was determined, it left no room for argument.

They would be back, no part of him doubted it.

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Chapter 33

Though the hospital was a nice respite, getting Rafael to let them stay was an uphill battle.

"We're not equipped to accommodate long term patients, you get here, we fix you, you leave, that's how it works." He snapped irritably at Lucifer as he strode down the hallway.

"But we're not patients, we don't even need accommodations, just a place to hide." He persisted. Rafael chugged the rest of his Snapple and tossed the bottle into the garbage.

"Fine whatever I don't have time," he strode away leaving Lucifer as an afterthought.

The brothers made due, but not without contribution. They were always being pulled away to do something or another. Make this bed, take this to the east wing nurses station. The hospital seemed hopelessly understaffed and any time the opportunity arose the angels had no issues using the visitors for untrained manual labor.

The plans for confronting Michael were coming along, but there was still the problem that threw them in the first place.

"Humans are turning away from sin, we're weakening." Satan spoke solemnly, murmur's of agreement sounded around the waiting room they'd set up camp in.

"I dunno" Acacia chimed in "you guys seem pretty powerful to me, and there's 7 of you." She shrugged.

"Ah you got no idea doll" Mammon stretched his arms up, putting his hands behind his head and leaning back in his chair. "Back in my heyday I had 6,660,000 demons under my command. I was a big deal." He bragged.

"Dang"

"Yeah!" Levi agreed, "I used to boil the oceans and command the tides, I'm a little out of practice now but it was cool back then. Mortals feared me and used to call me 'Hellmouth'" he straightened up proudly.

"Daaaang!"

"That's nothing," Belphie laughed. "I used to visit the humans a lot, and they worshipped me so hard they started getting executed for it. I claimed 24,000 souls without even lifting a finger." He brushed imaginary dirt off his shoulder.

"Ugh stop bragging all of you!" Asmo chirped, looking up from where he was painting his toenails.

"Yeah" Satan agreed. "You guys can't do that anymore. We slacked off for too long and now none of us have worshipers." He grumbled.

"Satan's right, we need influence, we need numbers, and for that we need humans ." Lucifer crossed his arms. The brothers seemed to agree with his statement as they started talking quietly and...not in English.

"Woah, why are we out of the loop all of a sudden?" Acacia looked at MC, they shrugged. Lucifer seemed to notice the humans were still there.

"Well if we told you how we conducted our business then we wouldn't be very demonic now would we." He said simply, before returning to the foreign language conversation...presumably Greek?

Acacia huffed and MC checked their notifications on their DDD.

New text messages...but the brothers were all right there? And so was Acacia? Who could possibly be…?

Diavolo

Come outside

MCs heart almost stopped. They'd forgotten about the Devildom prince. They'd left him and Barbatos to the mercy of Micheal and never looked back.

He was alive? He was outside?

Trying not to look too alarmed, they excused themself from the conversation and made their way to the exit.

0Celestial Realm air was cool and dry and seemed to radiate light from the white vapor that swirled around. Trying to see anything was a doomed endeavor, so they resolved to sit tight and wait until Diavolo found them.

Hand to their earring weapon just in case.

It didn't take long for the Devil to find the human. Humans were potent after all.

"It certainly has been a long time, hasn't it?" The familiar, overly jovial voice was too loud beside them and made them jump. Turning they could make out the large form of the former student council president.

"My Lord" they said curtly. He just gave them a very fake looking smile.

"Oh don't mock me MC. I hope you're happy, you've won after all." He spat, his entire demeanor slipping into something more sinister. More believable.

"I don't know what you–"

"Of course you don't!" He loomed over them. "You weren't even trying! Yet you wormed your way in and took over everything like the parasite you humans are." His voice quieted and he backed off. This was perhaps scarier than the yelling.

MC wished they could tell him they were sorry, that they didn't know what they'd done to upset him and they wanted to make it right. But they did know.

And they weren't sorry.

"I know you think I stole from you." They started slowly, cautiously. "But he was never yours."

"You don't know what he was to me." He spoke each word in a staccato, "I gave him everything! I helped him when no one else would. He was mine and you... you." He balled his hands into fists, looking more like a toddler throwing a tantrum than the future ruler of the underworld.

MC backed away slightly as the Lord's head hung and his face grew red with anger. His muscles were visibly tense in his demon form that left little to the imagination, and he was shaking. Finally he looked up and in a strangled voice said,

"What do you have that I don't?" MC could see he was beyond furious...and on the verge of tears.

They stared at him for a moment, they didn't have an answer after all. Finally they just decided they'd speak their mind, it wasn't like he was going to get any madder.

"What's with you big scary demons and your ownership fantasies?"

His face didn't change, nor his posture. Angry and silently he stewed.

"He didn't owe you anything–"

"HE OWED ME EVERYTHING!!" Diavolo finally erupted. Hands slamming into MCs shoulders and crushing them against the wall behind them. "He owes me his life." Diavolo slammed them against the wall again. "He promised me his service." And again. "I demand that for which I've worked all these years. What belongs to me!" He roared.

MC saw stars as they tried to stay standing, multiple collisions to the back of their head from the wall causing their vision to swim and their knees to buckle. They didn't feel any pain, but they did feel a warm liquid running down their neck and shoulder blades.

They tried to reach for their weapon but their hands were blocked by Diavolo's arms, his fingers digging into thin human skin.

"That's quite enough"

Diavolo's head snapped up at the familiar voice.

"Way to cut it close…" MC almost passed out mid sentence, proving their point.

"Setting aside for now that you're meeting with dangerous acquaintances behind my back, what are you doing outside MC? We're hiding." Lucifer scolded softly as he approached, coming into view behind Diavolo's right shoulder.

"Dangerous acquaintances?" Diavolo repeated in disbelief. Lucifer just put a hand on his shoulder and guided him away from the wall. Away from harming MC farther.

He seemed calm, why was he so calm?

"I am glad you came here my Lord, we are in need of help if we're to take down Michael."

"What? Lucifer I came here for you. I came here to teach your pet a lesson and remind you of your duty to me." He said, baffled.

"Yes and that's all well and good but it will have to wait" Lucifer raised a hand. "If we decide now is the time to parse out emotions and vendetta's then I'm afraid you'll leave here in multiple pieces old friend." He eyed Diavolo pointedly.

Now MC got it, it wasn't that Lucifer was being calm. It's that he was waiting. If he acted on his rage now he'd give them away and lose Diavolo's help.

"I wanna help too!" A new voice invaded the standoff at a most inopportune time. Leaning on Lucifer, MC looked into the mist to identify the voice.

He was the same as he'd always been. He was short but not young. Good but not nice. Small but not quiet.

He was different now, he wore black, he had horns, his cause had abandoned him before he had the chance to abandon it. His skin still healing from the heinous burns he'd suffered.

Yet he was still the same Luke.

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