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A/N: Well, I made this and it's my first attempt at a risque kind of fanfiction. I don't know if Lucifer is an angel of music in SPN, but he is in Christian lore, so...yeah. He's still tough and stuff.

    Fire. She saw fire. It was all she saw. Everyday the heat of the flames caressed her face like an embrace. She welcomed it. She welcomed the feeling of boiling skin under the heat. It reminded her that she was alive. She was still here. She was still kicking. And one day, the day the humans would regret, she would leave. And she would set the world on fire.

    Being stuck in the cage wasn’t easy for Avital, especially when she was stuck with Satan himself. No one knew of her presence there. Not the angels, not the demons. Sometimes she wondered if she was just but a figure of Lucifer’s imagination.

    She had been there since he had been there. One day she was just there, out of the blue. She had looked around her and was frightened. Yes, she had been frightened by the flames that she now embraced. And she had been frightened by the angel she now loved.

    Love...that was a strange word. Lucifer didn’t know if he loved her. He knew what love was like. He loved his brothers, and he loved his Father. But this love, if he was to call it that, was different. It was like a burning passion. The same passion Adam shared for Eve. He despised it, it made him feel human. But at the same time, he reveled in it. He soaked himself in it. This new feeling. This new sensation. This new being.

    A soulmate? No. Lucifer knew angels didn’t have soulmates. Avital, at least that’s what he called her, was more of a sin. She was his sin. Chest against her back, he hummed meaninglessly in her ear. She joined along. A beautiful, sinful melody. Afterall, he was the angel of music.

    Voice deep and baritone, hers was light and soprano. His arms were wrapped tightly around her waist, as if if he was to let go, she would disappear. She cupped his hands in hers, tilting her neck so he could trail chaste kisses up it. They did this perhaps everyday, since they had nothing better to do.

Ravishing and alluring, their game of seduction carried on throughout the centuries. Voices a mix of good and evil, time and space, the cage was their home. “What say you,” she breathed. “What say anyone in the midst of all. Keep me wrapped in your arms forever more, but hold me tight as you would a grain of sand. I am the lamb, you are the lion. I worship you and you me. Forever I stay with your voice at my ear. Tell me, my lord, what say you.”

Lust and passion was a drug and they were mere victims of its effects. “I say that you are my muse,” Lucifer responded, lips trailing up and down her jaw. “I say that you are my light, my grace. I am fire, you are ice. My grace trembles in your presence. My wings fold on your behalf. You are the rose, I am the thorn. This I say in solemn truth. Let me take you once more.”

Their voices travelled through Hell. The lion and the lamb. The rose and the thorn. Their passion echoed in the head of every being that dragged itself through Hell’s fiery, dark pit. Clutching head and lung went forth to bestow evil upon mankind, the sweet words of their Master forever chanting.

And then there was only one voice. The soprano. The lamb. The rose. Her lion and thorn had been set free, leaving her to sing their song until her escape as well. Lonesomely she skipped around the cage, creating mirage of flowers and wreaths, for that is what she remembered from her previous life...life before the cage. She circled and circled, drunk on loneliness and longing. Her baritone did not sing for her. His hands did not travel. Their eyes did not search anymore.

Only one now, the lamb lie in the cage, staring up at the top. “Show me the sky and I will become bird. Show me the green grass and I shall become rabbitt. Show me my love and I shall become lover.” Her hand went up as if to grasp something that wasn’t there. “But my love is gone and now so am I. So what am I? I am shown Hell, so I am fire.” And she relinquished her grasp on her physical body and slipped through the bars, because she was angel nor demon, and the cage was not fashioned for her. She was fire.

As soon as her feet touched the hard ground, she collapsed. Never had she felt something other than the cold metal of the cage. Lucifer would always describe how beautiful Heaven was, and he showed her lovely images, but she never actually felt them. Her feet writhed under the sharp rock. She tried to move but she wasn’t able. Her body refused to listen; it wanted to go back in the cage. She tried but her fingers were repelled and she was sent flying back. Through the fiery wall she went, and landed on the other side with a pained ‘oof’. “Help!” she cried.

Her cries did not reach Lucifer, who was busying himself with the apocalypse. But the lion was not lion without his lamb. So she pulled herself up and dragged herself forwards. Her skin peeled under jagged rock and blood became her breadcrumbs. For days she travelled as though limp, until finally she collapsed at the portal to Earth. Her breath was ragged, her hair stuck to her face from the gallons of sweat she had worked up. In the cage she was never hungry, never thirsty, but now she felt. She felt. It drove her wild. She loved this hurt. She felt real. She wasn’t a figment of his imagination, she was her.

She plunged into the portal head first, free falling down. It yanked her up and down and sideways, and all in between. Her lungs were being ripped out and put back. She felt like she was a baby in the womb first being made. She let out strangled cries of pain. Her entire soul was being pulled out of a different dimension, and damn right it hurt.

And then she landed. A horrible, hard land. Directly on her back, she gazed up at a dull stone sky. “It is not as he described,” she said sadly. Her bones mended as she got up. This was a church, where Lucifer’s Father’s followers came to worship him. But it was not a beautiful cathedral like that in England or Russia. Instead it was broken and abandoned. Leaves littered the floor, pews were smashed everywhere. Candles were lit and shining. Fire.

She walked towards them, putting her hands just a bit too close. They weren’t like the fire she was used to. She snuffed them out with her fingers. “Too light, starlight.” She walked out of the scorched wooden doors.  Lucifer must have been here. “Perhaps then, he can hear me now.” And so she prayed. Instantly a presence was behind her. “You’ve come,” a different voice breathed in her ear.

She turned around, almost gasping. “You have a new face,” she pointed out. Lucifer, instead of beautiful and light, was now human. The human wore a green shirt and a dark green button up shirt, blue jeans, and dark shoes. Light stubble littered his face, reminding her of a porcupine. She stroked his cheek softly. “I’ve missed my thorn,” she whispered. “And I my rose,” he answered, bumping their foreheads together. “I shall make you my queen, and we will rule Heaven, Hell and Earth. All shall bow before you. Mountains will crumble by your decree.”

She caressed his hair, intertwining her slim fingers in his now blonde hair. “Then I shall be your mountain, and you will be my sea.” She crashed her lips to his feverishly. Moist and soft, his lips tasted of alcohol. “Your vessel suffered,” she pointed out. “A broken man fills his wounds with ale.” Lucifer’s breath warmed her own lips, his eyes searching hers. “His suffering is over now. Say it and his soul will be sent to Heaven.” Again their lips connected. This time her hands found themselves cupping his cheeks, pulling him closer. “Do not wrong him. He has given up much for you.”

His lips left fluttery kisses up and down her neck as she continued to comb through his hair. “Anything.” He drew away, keeping her face firmly between his strong hands. “Anything.” She smiled. “Then let us go forth and conquer. My love is my poison. I have no choice but to follow you. I am slave to my passion.”