Triple threat

He heads over to him and leans in closer. “It’s made out of absolute gold, a few diamonds, but it’s priceless.” He whispered the last few words. 

A smirk etches over his pale lips with a quirk of his brow. “My my. You certainly have a way with words, don’t you?” Lucifer eyes the younger briefly before leaning in to plant a quick peck on his lips. “Don’t get yourself in trouble.”

“Better be a shoe made out of gold and diamonds.” He playfully retorts, eyes narrowing slightly.

"Well well well. It seems the beauty has returned." - Choi

“All the power in the world, you have all the power, and you can’t even tell that what I’m saying is true? How could you ask me that?” Ando had listened to the archangel, but he didn’t understand how Lucifer could not be convinced that these were real feelings. He was saying this for real. He loved him. He loved this and any vessel the Archangel would choose any time. He even loved him in his original form. How hard was that to grasp? 

Though his back was turned, Lucifer listened carefully, inhaling shakily at Ando’s words. It was difficult for him to believe anything anymore. Ironic, right? He was the Devil -- he was supposed to make others question his word. Not the other way around. This is what it felt like to be on the other side of things, this is what Lucifer did on a daily basis to innocent people. Not that the archangel cared about randoms specifically; but to know that Ando could’ve very well been one of his victims made his heart churn. When he felt a firm grip on his arms, Lucifer tensed his muscles defensively. Glossy eyes were face to face with the younger, dry streams of tears tainting his pale cheeks. “You knew darker forces have always brought death upon humans. What difference does it make now that you and I are acquainted? Are you going to stop me?” He questioned harshly. “Its what I do, and its who I am. I am not a being of love. I’m the complete opposite.” Swollen eyes never left the dark chocolate pair gazing back at him, eyes narrowing slightly at the males words. “I don’t think you’re lying. I just think you’re too engulfed in fear and concern for the human race.” Lucifer then grabbed Ando’s hands firmly, pulling them away from his own arms but keeping them clutched tightly. “No love in the world will change who I am and what I do. This is the world you have to live in, and the reality I’m expected to bring.” The Devils grip loosened slightly, and his thumb absentmindedly brushed against the youngers hand. “You know love for you still inhabits my corrupt heart -- it always will. All I can do is push this behind me.. for the sake of us.” His voice was soft, and he moved in to rest his head against Ando’s chest. “But you cannot change what I am. No matter how much love you give me, and I give you. I am but a being of destruction and chaos. A being you fell in love with.”  Lucifer suddenly released the males hands, only to place his own on Ando’s warm, plush cheeks. Sad eyes carefully skimmed over his features, and the elder leaned in to brush his lips against the others soft ones. “If you can’t love and accept me for who and what I am... then we can’t be together.” He whispered.

Lucifer fell silent -- he was speechless, rather. This was all so overwhelming for him, emotionally, mentally. Hell, even physically it was. The Devil went from wanting to tear people apart, to involuntarily slipping into a state of nostalgia as his mind had flash backs of Ando. All the good times, even the bad.. because even if the two males were arguing until sun rise, they always made up in the best way possible. Lucifer felt a lump form in his throat, and he suddenly found it hard to swallow. Eyes eventually became glossy, the faintest speck of a tear beginning to brim against his water line. “What is it you’re trying to do to me, hm?” The elder questioned, pressing his pale lips together in a thin line. “Are you trying to fuck with me? Are you trying to toy with my emotions because you know how unstable they are?” Slender digits ran through his own dark locks, a staggering feeling of grievance and resentment occupying his mind.  “There have been times where I have left, with no warning..” He paused, blinking back tears that threatened to fall before continuing. “But you’ve always failed to realize why. I go undetectable when I am with you. My legion can’t find me, and when they start to panic and look for me, I have to return to my kingdom. I have no time to say sentimental goodbyes. I know it may be unfair to you, but would you rather suck it up or fucking be dead?” The archangel turned his back to Ando, not wanting him to see the tears that now trickled down his pale features. Right now was not a time to be weak, but Luce couldn’t help it. “Do you enjoy breaking me down? Do you enjoy turning me into the monster I try to protect you from?” He seethed, eyes squeezing shut.  “Your ‘love’ has destroyed me, Ando. Every last bit of me.”

"Well well well. It seems the beauty has returned." - Choi

"Well well well. It seems the beauty has returned." - Choi

Hate or not, trouble or distress, none of it made an ounce of difference as Ando stood up, albeit a little wobbly, but eventually regained his balance and headed right over to the devil. Was he going to beat up the entity was he going to destroy him now? Try to punch him? Though, really any kind of physical aggression he’d try would fail. Ando had absolutely no advantage over Lucifer except one.

Lucifer watched the male stumble to his feet, eyes glaring at the other as he watched him intently. The Devil felt his body tense up defensively once Ando inched closer and closer to him, mouth opening to threaten the younger but -- he was silenced. He was silenced by plush lips pressed against his own pale ones. What? This had completely taken Lucifer off guard. He wasn’t sure if this was one of Ando’s distractions, or if Ando was just trying to mess with the archangel mentally.  The elder was unsure of what to do -- kiss back or push him away? Instead, Lucifer decided to return the kiss on impulse, his lips melting against the pair that started this. He was still angry, and even confused now. Thoughts coursed through his mind a mile a minute; this was more (emotionally) that the elder could normally handle. This was a perfect example of why Lucifer never wanted to get emotionally involved with anyone -- too much damn confusion. Allowing the deep kiss to linger for a few moments, Lucifer abruptly separated their lips and took a small step back to look at Ando. His gaze wasn’t near as heavy as it previously was. In fact, it didn’t even hold a solid expression. It was obvious Luce didn’t know what to think of all this. As his heart pounded in his chest from the kiss, puzzled black orbs fell to the ground. “I don’t..” He paused, finding it almost impossible to think of the right words. “Why?” That was all Lucifer could ask.

Hate or not, trouble or distress, none of it made an ounce of difference as Ando stood up, albeit a little wobbly, but eventually regained his balance and headed right over to the devil. Was he going to beat up the entity was he going to destroy him now? Try to punch him? Though, really any kind of physical aggression he’d try would fail. Ando had absolutely no advantage over Lucifer except one.

Lucifer watched the male stumble to his feet, eyes glaring at the other as he watched him intently. The Devil felt his body tense up defensively once Ando inched closer and closer to him, mouth opening to threaten the younger but -- he was silenced. He was silenced by plush lips pressed against his own pale ones. What? This had completely taken Lucifer off guard. He wasn’t sure if this was one of Ando’s distractions, or if Ando was just trying to mess with the archangel mentally.  The elder was unsure of what to do -- kiss back or push him away? Instead, Lucifer decided to return the kiss on impulse, his lips melting against the pair that started this. He was still angry, and even confused now. Thoughts coursed through his mind a mile a minute; this was more (emotionally) that the elder could normally handle. This was a perfect example of why Lucifer never wanted to get emotionally involved with anyone -- too much damn confusion. Allowing the deep kiss to linger for a few moments, Lucifer abruptly separated their lips and took a small step back to look at Ando. His gaze wasn’t near as heavy as it previously was. In fact, it didn’t even hold a solid expression. It was obvious Luce didn’t know what to think of all this. As his heart pounded in his chest from the kiss, puzzled black orbs fell to the ground. “I don’t..” He paused, finding it almost impossible to think of the right words. “Why?” That was all Lucifer could ask.

There was only one thing he could think of, when in this type of situation. PANIC.

Head cocked to the side and eyes piercing into the pair staring back at him, a hand shot up and firmly gripped onto the males jaw. The pressure was immense, almost to the point where Ando couldn’t talk -- but what would be the fun in that? Lucifer was curious as to what the other had to say about all of this.  “I just want you to know death is coming to you.” He mused. “Funny, just a month ago I bent in any shape for you. How foolish of me, right? Being consumed by such a pointless emotion of love.” Grip still tight around Ando’s jaw, the elder brought his face in even closer.  “Oh, I’m not going to kill you right away. I will rip everything away from you and let you suffer alone. Only then, will I have your blood on my hands. You can wallow in isolation and deal with the fact someone you falsely loved, is now the bringer of your death.” Who was he kidding? Lucifer still loved Ando with every ounce of his being, but hate was outweighing that emotion right now. The Devil had a nasty habit of acting on impulse and later regretting his actions. This was hurting him, that much was true. Alas, Luce refused to show any mercy to his ex. “This wont happen over night. This will be a long, and excruciating process for you. One that will deprive you of sleep, and will drown your mind in paranoia. You will slowly decay and the best part is, I wont even have to touch you. Your own fear and emotion can consume you.”

HiroJi had urged him the night before not to show up at work. The younger had asked him to just quit. They needed to run from this reality, or things could go wrong. AndoNi had refused to. He didn’t think the devil would show up that fast. Plus he had promised HiroJi he’d prepare his comrades at work to deal with the fact that he would quit. Of course, too much planning was too much planning in this situation. The older of the two wasn’t dealing with just some random girl or guy who was mad at him. This was the devil. The actual devil was pissed at him. He should have taken those warnings more seriously. Truly he had just wanted time to mourn and clear his head. The best way had been to be at work.

The elder approached Ando, hands clasped together as a smug grin graced his pale lips. “Did you honestly think I was going to isolate myself and grieve my unfortunate loss?” He questioned, sarcasm lacing his deep voice. “Shit happens. And, uh.. I have some information for you, my dear.” A single digit moved to tap against his own chin, lips pursing outwards in thought as black eyes carefully skimmed over Ando. “Everyone is going to die.” The Devil commented casually with a small laugh. He wasn’t exaggerating -- if he had to kill every single person on Earth, he would do it. The clear conscious he previously had was now long gone. Wicked and heinous thoughts now inhabited his clouded mind, shrouding any thoughts of love or affection that threatened to make itself known. “This is but a warning. I figured I’d spare you a few hours to say goodbye to those you know and love.” The blank smile that graced his pale features soon fell into a thin line, eyes glaring at the younger. “I will show you what fucking pain is.” His tone was calm, and he inched closer and closer to Ando as he continued, “This is just the beginning.”