perfect paradise ;; tearing at the seams

          “i– i can’t teleport?!” glimmer exclaimed, starting to panic as she looked at her unfamiliar surroundings. this wasn’t bright moon and her two best friends were nowhere in sight. in fact, every face she passed seemed to belong to complete strangers. the princess fell down onto the grass as tears filled her eyes, “what did i do? mom is going to be so worried about me.”

While Chloe had only been here for the last month, she already had got enough time to understand what was going on here. People came out of nowhere, and it was strange but not as disturbing as the last thing she remembered of Los Angeles. Somehow, she was happy to be away from LA, away from Lucifer - indeed the devil himself from what she actually understood now -, away from everything. But being away from her daughter and her job was quite annoying to her. So here, she had taken the same one. Detective for the Washington police department, trying to do a little bit of good in this world. 

Ghost sighed in frustration, as he looked down at himself. By now, he had walked from the forest and was exploring the city, trying to catch a scent of someone or something familiar but so far he hadn’t gotten any luck. He was also starting to get hungry, his stomach growling but he had no idea where to get food. It wasn’t like he could go out hunting like he used to. Approaching someone from behind, he tapped them on the shoulder as he titled his head to the side. “Hi, sorry. I was thinking if you know where I can get food around here?” 

It was a first for the Darkness herself to feel lost, and to feel like she was trapped. Again. But this time, it was different. It wasn’t so much that she was locked up, actually she almost felt free, but her powers were so belittled that it felt like they weren’t there anymore. She was looking at this flower for a few long minutes, as it took so long for it to die under her fingers. It had always made her sad, how easily she could destroy everything when really she had never wanted to, but it was even worse to see how little powers she had on it now. Maybe it was the lack of food, the lack of souls she had for the last years, going around with her brother.

It always did something to Lucifer, those moments. WHEN HIS SIBLINGS PRAYED TO HIM, when he could hear their voices in his head all over again, when it didn’t feel like he had DESTROYED all of their hopes to be a family, when it didn’t feel like each one of them despised him, and HATED HIM with all that they had. But there was something more when it was his FAVORITE siblings praying to him. MICHAEL, RAPHAEL, GABRIEL. He was certain deep down that everyone thought they were the huge favorites, that they were the only ones LUCIFER loved with all of his heart, that they were the only ones he could still feel for after all of these years.

But there was more to it.

He remembered the clashing of the short BLACK wings opposed to his pure white ones up in Heaven, or down there, walking along the ocean. He remembered it all, all of the good moments, all of the times they had spoke to each other for the TREES, the animals, the FISH. The plan, the unknown, and everything he had taught him. 

And he remembered when he had taken on the mark. 

The ANGER, and how many times he had snapped at his little brother whom he had always tried to protect. THE FEAR, the pain he had felt himself from doing so. Bow down to humanity, and when he had refused to do so, he remembered feeling his disappointed eyes on him. That he had left before he fell, and how much it had hurt him to know he hadn’t fought for him when he got thrown in the cage. NOTHING else but pain, nothing else but losing his family.

CASTIEL was one of the angels he loved the most. He was the angel he had always stood by, and unlike what Lucifer had said multiple times, HELEL felt his heart breaking at the bare thought of him falling, just like he did.

It was all those thoughts that came back in his mind when he had heard this prayer, when he had heard this broken voice talk to him. And not without willing to, Lucifer had appeared in front of him, in front of his brother. Usually, seeing him as hurt and as broken as now would’ve got him some pleasure. But it was different here. HE DIDN’T WANT TO HURT HIM MORE. But he couldn’t let anything show.

He had to have been dreaming because there is no way the only person he’d ever actually admit to loving in his entire adult life was standing right in front of him. So many things were on his mind with what he’d say to her if he saw her again. He didn’t expect to see her again and he probably would have been more surprised had he not already run into Ben. However, he still wasn’t prepared for what she threw at him. Hearing his name escape her lips caused him to do a double take. Ben had told him she didn’t remember yet and that he wanted him to be the one to explain things to her, things he would have been more than happy to oblige when he was ready. However, when it came to Lisa, he wasn’t going to be ready. Where he wouldn’t change his decision, a part of him still regretted erasing their memories especially with the new knowledge of Ben being his son, their son together. Unbeknownst to him he had fallen on his shot at having an actual family all of those years ago, family he’d thrown away and walked out on so easily. He deserved for her to remember, she deserved to have her questions answered. “Li-Lisa?” He questioned as it took him a few minutes to grasp the fact she is actually there. She ran into him as if she almost expected to see him. Did Ben know she was here? When did she get even get here? He found himself thrown slightly off guard as he tried to pull himself together.

“Hey, hey, easy!” He scolded her, taking a few deep breaths. His initial thought was to get upset himself, upset she lied and kept him from Ben practically his entire life. She wasn’t the only one that sought answers, “Because I almost got you killed dammit! Remember that?!” He spat back angrily before taking in a deep breath, rubbing his hand to his temples in attempt to calm himself down, “Listen, I will explain everything if you just give me a chance, please.” He begged, “Lis,” He started gently reaching for her hand, “Can we go somewhere much less What happens in Vegas and more Dead Poet’s Society? I need to talk to you too.” Which isn’t even the tip of the iceberg. His head was still spinning running into Lisa like this after so many years of accepting he wouldn’t see her again by every fault fo his. He didn’t know where he was going to start but ever since Ben walked back into his life, he’d hoped he’d get the chance to make things right with Lisa too even if he was running the risk of her never forgiving him.

If she hadn’t held herself back, she would have punched him right after. EASY, TIGER, she just calmed herself down in her head. But he deserved it, this punch. He deserved it for how she had let her down, and he didn’t give her any choice. She was going to make him understand what it was like. Not to have any possibility to DECIDE what you’re gonna do the next day, because some asshole decide to erase your mind.

“Good job, you remember my name! Do you want a trophy maybe? I can’t imagine how hard it must have been to remember that seen how many bloody women you fuck every week, so in years?” She snorted, raising her eyebrows in a suggestive way. She was angry at him, she was not even hiding it, and she was not even going to TRY to do so.

Finally, she left him a chance to talk, and his words got her even more angry than she already was. “Oh yeah, I remember that. But whether or not I WANTED to remember back then was MY choice to make, NOT YOURS.” It had been her choice to make, and he had taken that away from her. It was the biggest reason why she was angry, right after him LEAVING again. When he reached for her hand, she pulled it away almost immediately. What even was he thinking? She wasn’t as easy as he thought, and she wouldn’t fail to remind him that. 

“I don’t even think you deserve a chance to anything.” She only stated, as she crossed her arms. She loved him, she still did even after the huge pain she had felt remembering how he had left her. But she was NOT going to let herself get hurt by him. And she was NOT going to let those feelings exist. Not now, not anymore, and not ever. “You wanted to leave, GREAT, you did. Why? Because your so-called JOB is too dangerous? That’s not on you to decide what is dangerous or not for ME, Dean. If people stand by you after all that should tell you they DECIDED to fight too. You don’t get to decide for them. You don’t get to decide for me. I already know WHY you did it.” 

So much was going on inside of her head at the moment she had been transported here. How, what just happened? So many memories hit her. Of pain, fear, MONSTERS, that she didn’t remember. Of HIM, and how much she had loved HIM over the years until EVERYTHING just disappeared. 

He really had a thing to leave people, didn’t he?

It had been days since she had appeared in this place, she had found herself a job and some crappy apartment - which made her miss her house a lot - where she was attempting to live with the thought of her SON being all alone in the hell that was their world. She wanted to leave, and she was going to, as soon as she had enough money to do so. 

So it was while going at work - some bloody retail work that she hated currently - that Lisa saw him. She was not going to back down, and while many thoughts came in her head of how hard she could punch or slap him, she walked right in front of him, not even pretending for it to be accidental when she bumped into him.

He wanted his throne, and he wanted it now. In this room, where exactly was this room?, right now, so he could sit on it and how comfortable it was. Having his full powers back was feeling AMAZING, he couldn’t deny it, and it was getting him so aware of everything surrounding him.

Every breath.

Every heartbeat.

Every hell creatures walking around.

“Cain..” The name just escaped his lips in a chuckle, oh since how long had he been waiting for his knights to be all around him again? And a get on your knees boy, a smile, praise your king, those words he wanted to say, to order in hope to get his ego stroked all over again. 

For once, for o n c e, Lucifer wanted to just sit down and be left alone. A hint of sadness and despair that he couldn’t find back his son, which was hurting him more than anything else. He thought he would feel better having all of his powers, but it almost all felt more like a burden that he couldn’t take off his shoulders. 

It was one thing no one knew about Lucifer. Or not many people. All he wanted was to be l o v e d but no one ever gave him a single chance. It was why, deep down, he was never letting anyone a chance either, he was not leaving himself a chance either. He was a monster, right? It was what everyone was saying.

He had a plan. Something that was supposed to work, something he thought could be great, could fix every mistakes he had been making since he was here, since he had killed his own brother. He knew what he had to do now, and no matter how little it was pleasing him, he was trying to do good. “Lucifer..” He called out, standing up out there, under the night sky. “I’m praying to you brother, please come here.” He asked softly. Brother. It was a term he didn’t use to talk to Lucifer anymore. For how painful it was, for he remembered who he used to be, a person that he wasn’t anymore. “We have to talk. I want to help.” He added, his tone lower. Good liar. At least when he had to.

P R A Y E R S . It was one, one little thing Lucifer kept listening to. Edgy little girls wearing all black and being in some satanic cults for they thought it was what punk people did, corrupted pastors praying to him to get the good christian’s wife to come on the altar and let him do some sinful things to her, fallen angels praying for help. That one, it hadn’t been so often. In fact, it had never happened, and at the moment Lucifer heard Castiel’s voice praying to him, he couldn’t help but let a chuckle out of his mouth. “I knew it.” He laughs off, he knew Castiel was going to give in one day or another.

Closed starter for @goldenchained

   PARTING FROM his lips, the laughter echoed down his phone. Back against the wall, he listened as the voice transmitted from his mobile. “Father, I promise I won’t do anything reckless, I’ll be back before you notice I’m gone.” Jack grumbled affectionately. They may not have been his real father’s, yet; they were all he had in this world, and they did care for him. “Okay, okay. I’ll be back by Eleven. No alcohol, I know…” Not like he could drink, he wasn’t old enough anyway; not to mention his medication didn’t allow him to drink. “I love you too, send my love to Dad.” Jack finished, hanging up the phone. Fingers pulling at his pocket, sliding his phone back inside. 

   Kicking his leg, he pushed his body from the wall. Darkened hues glanced around the area. He was supposed to meet his school friends at three. He still had an hour to kill. Rounding the corner of the street, a chill struck his spine. His feet scuffled as he stopped head in his tracks, eyes flashing a golden hue for just a moment. A hand gripped tightly at his hair, the voices screaming through his brain. It sounded like a warning, but he needed to shut them out..

   Darkness engulfed him, the fear followed. Evil was the only thing he could feel around him. He shook his head, regaining his vision, albeit rather blurred. His eyes searched for the figure causing such fear. He’d never felt it quite like this before. 

   Finally Jack’s dark brown eyes set upon him, a figure of nightmares. Yet, just an ordinary man to look at. He couldn’t understand why he was so struck with fear. Jack’s hand gently slipped into his pocket, hands gripping tightly to his phone, in case of emergency. “Excuse me, d-do I know you?” 

Power was running through his veins, into his blood. It had been weeks, Hell even months, but Lucifer couldn’t shake off the feeling. The sensation of a burning new grace, the feeling that he could bring them all to their knees. Take his revenge, maybe. Murder Heaven, get Dad to regret what he had done to him. The power was rushing in all of his body, making him feel like he had never been as powerful as he was now. Apocalypse was coming. And this time he wouldn’t miss his shot.

He had been walking around the streets, taking in a deep breath of fresh air, as he tried to ignore all of the apes all around him. Soon, it would all be his. Soon, it would all belong to him. Heaven on Earth, all for him. Oh sure, he knew the demons believed he would let them come here. But they were just demons, and filthy creatures. Earth and its pure aura was not for these creatures of Hell, and at some point, he would make them understand that it was his, and only his. 

While walking, a sensation stopped him. Power, something burning next to him. He could feel it, he could feel someone near. And he knew who it was. Hell, one second had been enough for him to know who it was. He had felt him since the moment Kelly had started to carry his child. Jack. 

Eyes glowing red for one second, he looked around. 

It’s only when he saw the nephilim’s wings that he actually saw who he really was. What he really looked like. And as his eyes turned back to a normal color, he heard the young boy’s question.

He had this aura that stink of humanity, and Lucifer wanted it to change. He already seemed too much like his mother. 

“Jack?” He just questioned. But he knew, he didn’t have to ask.