Awake. Arise.

      ⛧ cannot quite conceal the way she winces at his tone; she has never had quite the derision for humans that lucifer does. angels had always been far crueler. but she would forsake them all if he asked.

      ⛧ she hums at his touch, like a nightingale that sings at being stroked, even as she is locked in a cage. though she has rarely considered the walls around her to be anything other than his way of protecting her, and no one else had thought to do even that. thumb runs along his lip, tracing the expression, finding beauty in the sharp edges. “the humans’ own machinations, rather than a cosmic one.”

      ⛧ “when i died, i was born again as yours.” answer comes after a moment of thought. “every time, a new piece of me was created in your image.”

How he wishes that wasn’t the case for she was perfect the way she was created. His own tiny piece of heavenly perfection. For wasn’t it God who created her? Wasn’t she the last piece of divinity that he ever got to touch? And perhaps that was her entire allure. Perhaps. 

A kiss placed to the pad of her finger as it tickles against his lips. 

Once upon a time Lilith had been a human herself yet it was so long ago- could it even count? Could she claim to have been one of them at all, really. Looking at her in this light, in this way, no one could claim she’d ever been less. How could one creation be so much. 

And yet he does adore her in his own way. Wants to keep her safe. Protected. As best he could. Lucifer knows how wrongly she was used. Remembers her cries, keenly. Would do anything not to hear them again. For his own sake and sanity. She is the tides that move the earth while he is merely the moon. 

                      Cold.

                     That is what is the most notable at first. It’s a familiar freeze that Sam had been hoping to avoid for the rest of his days and yet — here it was. He swallows the lump in his throat, eyes watching Lucifer very carefully. The Winchester has to fight the urge of flight in this instance, a foot tapping backwards as to keep distance between them.

                       He could read the emotion through Lucifer’s eyes — it was borderline primal. Feeling like prey was something Sam was unfortunately used to. However, in this instance, it made his stomach turn with disgust and anticipatory anxiety, waiting for the devil to pounce on him to tear apart his body to use it as shelter.

                       A tingle runs it’s up the human’s spine, sweat beading his hairline.

                       “No.”

                       That wasn’t very convincing, even for the hunter.

                       “I need your help.”

                       Vomit would have tasted better.

Lucifer see’s what it is he’s doing to Sam, of course he does- he just doesn’t care. If Lucifer paused to reflect every time someone was uncomfortable around him he wouldn’t get anything done. Sure he’s still interested in Sam’s story but there is more flavor of ‘duty’ here as well. Sam brought him back from the bowels of hell. At the very least a conversation- or consideration- is due. 

Throat clears as Lucifer comes back to stand before Sam. Hands smoothing down the front of his own suit- pristinely put together even though he’d just lurched from the ground like a dead thing. 

                     “Yes.”

                     It’s probably the only time Sam would have the gull to say that singular word to the devil. It was time– Time to finish what they had started so long ago. He felt fear, but more so, he felt the raging fire in his soul, one that pushed him to keep fighting through the bullshit. He rolled his shoulders, trying to ease his own tension. Hard enough to do with the devil, the torturer, the plauge, standing before him.

                     “Sorry if I interrupted your sleep.”

        Lucifer steps from the cavernous maw that’d split open, as if birthing him back into the world, and yawns. It had been a good sleep. A long sleep. One that he could continue had Sam not interrupted. Things were going exactly to plan. The world was in decline and the humans would soon take themselves out. Nary a finger lifted. 

         And what is this? 

         He is slow to move around Sam, noting the changes in the other- both clear and hidden. Something in Sam’s stance or look or demeanor-  Lucifer can’t be sure- creates curiosity. Though the devil could turn around and fade into the shadows he came from he chooses to stay, instead. He’s captivated.  

      ⛧ his hands feel like home, like they will hold all the pieces of her together. own fingers curl into the muscles of his back, caress outward, memorizing parts of him that she never ever wants to forget. humans merely sigh in relief, but she is so much more than that, her sigh is the tide of the ocean.

      ⛧ “and i could not bear to return to hell.” there will surely be retribution for this, she understands that. but what more could He do to her now? and at least now, she is in the arms of the one she was made for, the one who renders her whole. “i missed you. the world is changing again, and i could not let it turn even once more without you.”

           “With the way of things- it likely won’t turn again” Lucifer says this without weight for he cares not for the world. Least not the vermin crawling around on it. Would that he could spin the planet fast as a top and knock them all into the ether. 

            Back he steps, stroking her cheek fondly with the back of his hand. Thumb brushing down her neck to yet again hold her close. Almost as a captor would control a bird. Gentle but without room to squirm. Completely unable to stop touching her in some form. “Ironic that those thought to bring humanities downfall have had practically no hand in it” a smirk twists his lips. Vile beauty as it is. A dark thing somehow lit up in her presence. Glad to be with his equal. 

              Does the Devil need a chance to catch his breath- is the question. Do angels need air? Is he even angel anymore? Such curiosities borne from one hug that does indeed knock air from chest. Hard exterior softens but for her. Softening slight but noticeable for one such as she. 

            He is out. Hell is empty and the devil is here. The world is different now. The smell isn’t the same. The wind blows through the trees differently then it had before. Lucifer has seen this before, sensed it, the precipice of dramatic change. Perhaps he is here to..... give humanity a slight push. 

there’s a slight raised eyebrow, at lucifer’s words. as if he would listen to him. it’s slightly amusing to the being. ’ don’t be such a buzzkill. ’ gabriel’s always wished to try and bring their family back together. to stop the fighting, but loki holds no such favoritism towards the other archangels.  ‘ i haven’t even done anything, yet. ’

  there’s a glance of reptilian eyes, observation. quiet. rage just barely contained. he says nothing, perhaps a trick would make them feel better. 

‘ it’s always your older siblings this, and your older siblings that, well what about me ? ‘