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When Lucifer landed at the edge of the small lake surrounded by a dark forest, the fallen angel didn’t bother with putting his wings away as he was far away from any kind of civilization or humanity.

Looking up with his wings spread wide behind him, Lucifer closed his eyes, and the light of the full moon and the stars he had placed among the universe fell upon him.

It had been such a long time since he had visited his Father’s creation for the last time.

He was forced to endure the company of the worst souls humanity could create on a daily basis with nothing but ashes, fire and the sounds of torture around him.

Here, in the forest and bathed in the light of his stars, Lucifer was able to breathe for real for the first time in eons.

Hunkering down at the edge of the lake, he gathered the cold water between his long fingers and splashed the cold water into his face and washed the ashes from his hands and arms.

The water’s cold touch was almost painful on his skin as he was only used to heat and ashes, fire and brimstone, and his wings ached with the desire to feel the cold water seep into the white feathers.

Looking up, Lucifer felt himself fall into the full moon’s thrall as its bright light fell onto his wings, and so he didn’t realize when he stepped into the lake’s cold waters.

The cold waters embraced him like a lover, washing away everything that reminded him of his eternal punishment except for the Hellfire burning within his own flesh. He felt himself float in the cold water, and Lucifer didn’t fight against the water’s embrace when his wings soaking up the cold and allowed himself to sink deeper into the lake’s water.

Turning around to look up at the lake’s surface, Lucifer watched his stars and his Father’s moon cast pillars of white light into the water. As much as Lucifer wanted to close his eyes and surrender himself to the cold, he kept his eyes open and just...watched. His mind was, for once, empty and devoid of any thoughts while the water took hold of each of his feathers, keeping him under without any affordance. 

Lucifer had no idea how long he was there, at the bottom of the lake staring up at the night sky, but suddenly something moved through the waters right above him and disturbed the broken mirror of the lake’s surface.

Blinking, Lucifer spread his wings and used their strength to push himself back to the surface.

He broke through the surface with his wings spread wide, water dripping down from his body and feathers, and the droplets became gems in the stark light from above while the lake rippled under him.

Hovering over the water, Lucifer spotted a stag at the lake’s edge, but the animal was unlike any other he had seen of its kin.

The animal’s fur was all black in black, and it looked at Lucifer with eyes carved out of obsidian and with its head held high. Its majestic antlers were a crown forged from the stars themselves.

Fallen angel and stag looked at each other, each a king of their own realm and neither bowed before the other...until the stag twitched his ears and looked at something behind Lucifer at the other side of the lake.

 The stag lifted its head again, and the animal seemed to give Lucifer a slight bow before it vanished between the trees...and Lucifer heard an angry growl from behind himself.

At the other side of the lake stood a person, but the soul’s strength told Lucifer that this wasn’t just a mortal soul, no. This one had been human, mortal, at one point, but one of the many gods humanity brought to life through their prayers and beliefs had bestowed this soul with some kind of power.

Flapping his wings, Lucifer turned around and landed at a respectful distance to the soul.

A woman stood there clad in warrior leathers, with a sword strapped to her hip and daggers attached to her tights, bow and arrow in her hands and a furious snarl on her face.

Folding his wings behind his back, but not putting them away, Lucifer watched the woman in front of him, but...to call her a woman didn’t seem to be enough to describe her, Lucifer realized.

This was a warrior, a huntress, a favourite of the lesser gods but gods nevertheless.

“You’ve cost me my hunt, Angel. I’ve been chasing the stag for days now. It was a good hunt for both of us, but it was meant to end tonight.”

The voice was more like a growl than those of the soft maidens Lucifer usually preferred when he visited this realm, but the strength and fearlessness of the huntress impressed him...just like her fearlessness when she aimed her weapon at him.

Grinning like the Devil he was, he gave the Huntress a mocking bow, but he suddenly saw the glint of magic at the arrow’s head. No mortal weapon could hurt him, but this arrow might be able to do so.

“My apologies, Huntress. I was merely enjoying the night and the cool waters when I saw something moving right above me in the water. I was unaware of your ongoing hunt.”

The Huntress rolled her eyes at him, him, Lucifer, King of Hell, and for a second, the fallen angel let the Hellfire shine through his eyes, but the Huntress only chuckled before she lowered her bow.

“You are the one they call the Lightbringer.”

Lucifer lost his hold onto the Hellfire at these words, and he frowned at the Huntress in front of him.

“Did my Father send you?”

The Huntress laughed while she adjusted the bow over her shoulder after she lowered her weapon.

“No, but you have a sister with whom I sometimes hunt, and I got her drunk enough once that she mentioned you.”

A pang of hurt bloomed in Lucifer’s chest, but he hid it behind a low growl that caused ripples in the water behind him.

“I wasn’t aware that my siblings like to visit this place or Earth at all.”

The Huntress shrugged again, and her eyes reflected the moon’s light like a cat’s eyes.

“Not often, and they stay mostly around the cities and villages. I like the forests better, but this sister of yours feels the same call as I do, and we hunted together for a season before she was called back home.”

Another surprise was discovered under the bright moon.

“What did you hunt by my sister’s side, Huntress?”

Humour sparked in her predatory eyes before she turned around on the spot and started to walk back into the forest.

“You own me one, Lightbringer, because you disturbed my hunt. This stag was supposed to die tonight, and now I have to find another one which will take me days if not weeks.”

Taking a step back, Lucifer spread his wings in a threatening display. The Devil never owned favours as he was the one handing out desires and favours only to collect his payment later.

However, just as Lucifer was about to respond to the Huntress’s amused words, the fallen angel realized that she was gone.

Growling, Lucifer pushed himself into the air, and his wings glittered with water under the moonlight as he skimmed over treetops to find her. He wouldn’t leave until he had spoken to her about what she expected from him to repay her. Lucifer was sure that this woman wasn’t fully mortal, and he wouldn’t allow someone to walk this realm who expected payment from him.

The moon was already setting, the sky turning from black-blue to purple and red when he spotted the smoke from a campfire, and suddenly he felt annoyed and surprised at once. The Huntress had her camp far from the lake where they’ve met for the first time.

Landing in the clearing where she had her camp, Lucifer beat his wings for a smooth landing without blowing out her fire. Not that he couldn’t ignite it again, but he wasn’t sure if this Huntress was a friend or foe...not when his own sister accepted her company for a whole season.

The Huntress looked at Lucifer with the same amusement as earlier at the lake, and the fallen angel saw that her eyes, even bathed in the fire’s red flames, held the moon’s bright light.

“Tell me what you expect as a payment before I return to the Underworld, Huntress.”

His growled words empowered the campfire, and its flames reached for the sky and created a burning wall between them before the fire died down and the flames returned to the small pit the Huntress dug into the ground.

The irony wasn’t lost on Lucifer, but the Huntress only shrugged as she bit into a bright red apple.

Another irony Lucifer could barely ignore.

“I’m not sure what to ask from you, Lightbringer. What do people usually ask for when they want to make a deal with the Lord of the Underworld? But please, have a seat at my fire, but sadly, I can’t offer you any food beyond a few apples.”

Feeling mocked or laughed at, Lucifer sat down at the fire with his wings spread out behind him. His white feathers were now bathed in fire’s red light and the darkness of the passing night.

“Lucifer.”

He snapped his own name at the Huntress and folded his long legs under his body until he could place his elbows on his knees. Not the most comfortable position, but he wasn’t here to be comfortable.

The Huntress looked at him with one eyebrow pulled up and a question in her eyes while she was still eating her apple.

“My name is Lucifer. I haven’t been the Lightbringer in...a long time.”

Now it was the Huntress turn to frown before she pointed skywards but kept her moon-bright gaze levelled at Lucifer.

“I learned about your stars when I spent a season with your sister. Before this, I was always grateful that someone placed the stars among the night sky to allow me to hunt at night even when the moon fully rests. To me, you are and will ever be the Lightbringer, but I understand when you prefer your chosen name...Lucifer.”

Forcing down the emotions which wanted to rise at her kind words, Lucifer focused on the way her lips shaped his name as if she was testing the strength of his name on her tongue.

He kept watching her, and the Huntress watched him in return while she kept eating another apple, and any other time Lucifer would have thought that this woman was trying to seduce him with the way she kept licking her lips after every bite of the sweet fruit but with her...Lucifer wasn’t as sure as he usually preferred.

Leaning forward, Lucifer held the Huntress moon-like gaze with the fire dancing between them.

“So tell me, Huntress, what is it you desire?”

The Huntress smiled and took another bite of her apple, and her bright eyes danced with amusement.

“My prey, you’ve cost me tonight, Lucifer, but I can be generous if I want, even with someone who has such a pretty face.”

Pulling back, Lucifer lifted his wings and held them next to his body.

“Who are you?”

The Huntress sighed and threw the leftovers of her apple into the fire.

“I’m just the Huntress you like to call me...without a kill tonight to provide tomorrow’s meal.”

Frowning, Lucifer forced his wings back down, but his primaries kept their bade-like texture.

“This doesn’t answer my question, Huntress.”

His lowered voice turned her name into a hiss, and his wings rippled with his anger, and his primaries made a sound like clashing swords when they moved against each other.

“No, it doesn’t, but it doesn’t matter all the same because you still owe me one.”

Lucifer couldn’t keep the Hellfire in his blood down at these words, and it reflected in his eyes.

“Then tell me, Huntress, what do you desire from me? A night of passion? A few words whispered into the right ears so you can have your own palace? The mightiest bow created by the best craftsmen of this time?”

Watching the Huntress think about his words was like waiting for a storm to break loose. There was a strange power in the air between them, and when she exhaled, her breath forced the fire between them to reach for the sky, which had become pink with the approaching sunrise.

When the Huntress suddenly smiled at him, it reminded Lucifer of a big cat with a coat made of gold and stars of black.

“I want a kiss...and one of your feathers.”

Lucifer had suddenly the urge to put his wings away and hide them from her predatory gaze.

“Why one of my feathers?”

The Huntress licked her lips, but her eyes remained on his face and never wandered to his wings. Lucifer may be a fallen angel, but he was still an angel, one of the first angels created by God, an archangel even. His feathers were a physical manifestation of pure divinity. Many things of the wrong kind could be done with even the smallest of his feathers.

“To remember you, of course, and I would like to have a memory of tonight’s failed hunt.”

The amusement on her face, paired with the smile playing over her lips, shown brighter than the rising sun in the East.

Chuckling, Lucifer shook his head and stretched his wings.

“If a memory is everything you want, the kiss will be enough; trust me on this, Huntress.”

The Huntress laughed openly now, and to Lucifer, the sound was more beautiful than any music created in the Silver City.

“I don’t doubt your words, Lucifer, but it’s a kiss and a feather, or you still own me, I’m afraid.”

Lucifer considered her words and his options. He didn’t want to leave this realm to return to Hell and leave someone behind whom he owed a favour. This could be dangerous in the future, and he had a distant feeling that he would see this Huntress again. This woman didn’t play by his Father’s rules.

“Then we have a deal, my beautiful Huntress.”

She leaned her head aside, and his impression of her as a feline creature became only stronger.

“Flattery will get you nothing, Angel.”

Now it was Lucifer’s turn to laugh as he got up and shook his wings out before he spread them wide for the Huntress to look at them.

“And which of my feathers do you desire, Huntress?”

The Huntress got up as well and stepped over the flames, unafraid of the heat, but Lucifer watched the flames lick over her skin like a lover’s tongue, but the fire never burned her, and Lucifer felt the sudden urge to lick her skin where the flames had touched her.

While Lucifer was trying to force his gaze off her lickable skin, the Huntress stopped in front of him, and the low humming sound he could hear from her reminded him even more of a cat. However, he was glad that she stopped at a respectful distance while she let her gaze wander over his feathers instead of touching them.

Above them, the sky slowly turned from red and orange to yellow and soft blue while the sun kept rising over the horizon.

“I would like to have this one, Angel.”

Following her gaze and her outstretched finger, Lucifer spotted the one feather she asked for. It wasn’t one of his big primary feathers, which he had expected as a request, but one of the smaller ones closer to his body.

The feather was longer than a bird’s, but without the blade-like quality so many of his feathers had as it was too close to his body.

Shaking his right wing, Lucifer realized that the feather was about to come loose as he had no feeling in this exact feather. Carefully Lucifer plugged the feather off his wing and handed his feather to the Huntress, who took the feather from his hand with utter care.

She let his feather wander between her fingers, and the expression of wonder on her face was something Lucifer would never forget as it was an open expression of wonder and happiness. Not a reaction often caused by Lucifer’s presence.

Feather carefully held between her fingers, the Huntress looked up, and the expression of wonder and happiness vanished only to be replaced by one of mischievousness and feline amusement. Still, there was nothing malicious about it at the same time.

“I would like to have the other part of our deal now, Lucifer.”

There was it again, this tone as if she was again testing the strength of his name on her tongue.

Chuckling, Lucifer stepped closer to her while he folded his wings behind his back. This close, Lucifer was surprised to realize that the Huntress was much shorter than he was. Her presence alone filled the air around her in a way many kings couldn’t call upon on. A woman of strength and power who knew what she desired...Lucifer felt impressed and amused at once.

He waited for her permission before he touched her, and her permission came as a slight nod of her head and her dark blond hair, falling past her shoulders, moved in a subtle but soft way around her face.

Placing his hand on her skin, so he was cradling her cheek in his palm, Lucifer was able to feel her heartbeat against his skin. A steady and strong beat pulsated under her skin, and when Lucifer bend forward to press his lips to hers, the fallen angel made sure to keep watching her through almost closed eyes.

The moonlight was still dancing in her bright blue eyes despite the sun crawling over the treetops around them, but when Lucifer finally touched her lips, it was all fire and hot blood rushing far too fast in his veins.

There was strength and power in their kiss, and yet they both remained in control even when they opened up to each other when Lucifer pushed his tongue into her mouth.

The Huntress tasted of apples, but the fruit’s sweetness was mixed with another taste, a taste of a warm summer night after a soft rain that washed away the day’s heat and dust while the moon turned every droplet of water left behind into bright shining gemstones.

They stepped back and ended their kiss simultaneously, and Lucifer realized that he had never been this affected by a mere kiss.

Arousal was like a loud drum in his blood while his wings had become cocoon around them to shield them from the blinding light of the rising sun.

When he looked back at the Huntress, he was glad to see that he wasn’t the only one who had to suffer such a carnal reaction to their shared kiss.

The blackness of her eyes consumed the moon-bright blue, and it felt as if the night itself was watching back at Lucifer from the depths of her eyes. A not-so-soft blush coloured her face, and when she dragged her tongue slowly over her bottom lip to savour his taste, Lucifer felt tempted to offer her another taste right from the source.

The Huntress shuddered with arousal when she caught his taste on her lips, but neither of them made a move to reach out for the other.

This had been their deal, a feather and a kiss for the failed hunt.

Her eyes were still those of a moonless night when she smiled at him while she licked her lips again...and then she turned around and went back to her place at the fire.

Not even his Father managed to make Lucifer feel so...dismissed, but he found it strangely amusing, and when he lifted off, the sound of her equally amused chuckling followed him.

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Looking down at the city below the hill he was standing on, Lucifer wasn’t sure if he should be feeling disappointed or furious. He came here for one purpose only, just like a few years ago; wine, women, orgies. 

However, his plans turned into ashes right in front of him...because Rome was burning.

The flames were eating the city away slowly but unstoppable and had been doing so for days because Lucifer saw many destroyed houses while ash fell from the sky from dark grey clouds grown from the smoke.

An unpleasant shiver ran down his back because seeing the city burn while ashes rain from the sky hit too close for his liking; it looked and felt too much like Hell, and he hadn’t come up here to see the same display he had to endure every day while ruling his domain.

Feeling angry and annoyed, Lucifer was about to call for his wings when he suddenly heard his name.

“Lucifer?”

Stopping the rolling motion of his shoulders to call for his wings, Lucifer looked behind himself and saw...the Huntress.

It wasn’t easy to hide his surprise at seeing her because he knew that centuries had passed since he last saw the Huntress, and yet she looked as unchanged as Lucifer himself.

“Huntress. I wasn’t expecting to see you again.”

The Huntress laughed with amusement while she stepped up to him until they stood side by side with the burning city lying by their feet.

“I’m sure you weren’t expecting to see me. Many winters have passed since we parted our ways by the lake. I lost count of how many winters have passed, to be honest.”

Looking down at her, Lucifer watched the Huntress’s profile while she looked at the flames reaching for the sky. There was the moon’s light in her eyes, as bright as centuries ago when they met for the first time, but now the flames cast her eyes in a reddish glow which reminded Lucifer of the Hellfire burning in his blood.

“The change of the season is not of my concern, Huntress. I am immortal. Time means little to me, and because time runs differently down in Hell than it does in this realm, much more time has passed for me than for you since the last time we saw each other by the lake.”

Lucifer returned his gaze to the burning city, and he watched another building collapse under the damage done by the flames, and flying sparks rose from the building's carcass like mocking stars against grey fire-born clouds.

“Your voice sounds like an endless Winter without Spring waiting to rise from below the snow. Cold and lonely times.”

She rubbed her naked arms and only then did Lucifer notice her lack of hunting leathers and the simple linen tunic she wore. Her hair, lose the last time he saw her, was braided into a complicated pattern Lucifer had seen with the wild tribes up in the North. A dark belt held the tunic together, and she had a sword strapped to the same belt, and her bow hung battle-ready over her shoulder with a quiver full of arrows on her back. She had another small bag she carried in her hand, and that’s when Lucifer saw the bracelet she didn’t wear the last time he saw the Huntress.

Lucifer was about to reach for the Huntress’s wrist with the bracelet when she suddenly sighed heavily and sat down on the ash-covered grass with her legs crossed under her, elbows perched up on her knees and with her hands holding her head.

“I really like Rome. It used to be a beautiful city full of laughter, life and good wine. Still, the fish always stinks from the head and sometimes fire is the only way to erase the rot destroying everything in its path.”

Lucifer frowned and sat down next to her with their shoulders and knees touching lightly.

“That’s what I came here for, a diversion from my Kingdom, something else for a few days. Now this place looks just like my Kingdom.”

The Huntress sighed again, leaned her head against his shoulder in an almost familiar gesture that hit Lucifer right into his core. No one had touched him like this since his Fall. There were no casual touches, no touches of comfort for him and yet...he found himself unable to push the Huntress away.

“I’m sorry I destroyed your attempt at diversion, Lucifer.”

Lucifer needed a moment before he grasped the whole meaning of her words.

“Bloody Hell, did you burn Rome to the ground? That was a perfect city of sin, and the politicians were always eager to make a deal with the Devil!”

Even after his outburst, the Huntress didn’t pull back but turned her head in yet another feline gesture and looked up at him with her moon-bright eyes. The black of her eyes reflected the flying sparks in the sky like a nightscape in Hell.

“I understand your reason, Lucifer, but Nero never liked it to be denied something he desired...especially when women declined him something.”

Growling low, Lucifer couldn’t contain the Hellfire in his blood at her words. But, even when she didn’t say exactly what happened with the Imperator, but Lucifer had watched humanity long enough to understand her words' true meaning.

In the distance, the flames eating away the mighty city of Rome reacted to the Lord of Hell like a flower in the sun. They grew in strength and power, licking at the sky with claws forged by an enraged Lord of Hell and ignited by the fury of a Huntress kissed by the moon.

“The little Imperator will be punished for his sins soon enough.”

His words were a snarl, but the sound of female amusement coloured in her own kind of sin made Lucifer pause and looked back from the city to the Huntress leaning against his shoulder.

“Oh...Nero will be punished soon enough. Rome’s citizens think the fires are his fault, and soon they will raise their swords against him. So you will find him soon stumbling around in your Kingdom, Lord of the Underworld.”

Lucifer knew that his smile was sinister, and his eyes glowed with his own fire...until an idea struck him.

“It will be my pleasure to oversee his torture for all wrongs he committed during his lifetime. However, you’ve cost me diversion with wine, women, and so much more. You now owe me one, I’m afraid, Huntress.”

The Huntress hummed low and rubbed her cheek against his shoulder, just like a cat would do to mark someone with their scent.

“What a pity this is...to owe you, the Lord of Hell, a favour. What am I supposed to do now? Throw me at your feet, shaking and begging for mercy?”

Her dry words forced Lucifer to laugh, and Huntress pulled back from his shoulders as he kept laughing and laughing until his whole body shook.

When Lucifer finally found back to his usual composure, he shook his head with a grin on his face.

“As delightful as the sight of you kneeling by my feet would be, Huntress, you aren’t a woman to beg for mercy to spare you, not even in front of the Lord of Hell.”

The Huntress merely shrugged at his words, but he saw the spark of hunger in her eyes before she pulled back and started to pull bow and quiver from her shoulder. She leaned back and put her weapon down on the grass on the other side before she stretched her long and graceful legs out in front of her.

Her long and graceful and very much naked legs, Lucifer realized, and he allowed himself a look at her strong calves and tight, only halfway covered by her tunic.

Licking his lips, Lucifer didn’t even try to hide his desire, not even when the Huntress cleared her throat and used her right hand to force Lucifer’s head up until their eyes met once more.

“No, Lucifer, I won’t beg, not even when you ask nicely.”

Rubbing his scruff against her fingers, Lucifer was delighted when she rolled her eyes at him. No one else dared to do something so affronting in his presence.

“But now tell me, Lucifer, what do you desire from me to pay my debt to you?”

Many sinful things came to the fallen angel’s mind...and he gave no voice to any of his ideas until his gaze fell upon the bracelet once more.

“A story...and a kiss.”

The Huntress laughed openly, and Lucifer realized that her laughter was becoming his favourite music.

“And what kind of story does the Lord of the Underworld wish to hear from me?”

Leaning back until he could rest more or less comfortable against the grass with his hands behind his head, Lucifer nodded in the direction of her bracelet.

“I want to hear the story of how and why you turned the feather you bargained off my wings into a trinket to wear it on your arm.”

The Huntress lifted her arm and covered the bracelet around her wrist with her other hand. She didn’t look at him stretched out next to her on the grass but at the burning city below them.

“I wanted something to preserve the beauty of your feather, and I feared I would lose your gift on my journeys. So I decided to call in a favour the God of Fire and Blacksmithing, Hephaistos, owed me. I didn’t tell him where I got this feather from...or from whom, but I told him he had to find a way to preserve the feather’s beauty, and I would call his debt to be paid. But, of course, Hephaistos wasn’t happy because he could feel the strength and the fire, and every god knows that handling anything of divine origin is...tricky.”

The Huntress stopped her story and looked down at the bracelet the god had created from his feather.

The trinket was basically his feather, but it reached around the Huntress’s wrist like any bracelet made by human craftsmen. However, there was no visible metal coating his feather but something clear and translucent. The Quill and tip of his feather crossed each other to close the bracelet around her wrist, and even Lucifer had to admit that this was a piece of beauty and more than worthy of his feather.

“Let me see my feather?”

The Huntress looked at him with bright eyes...until a storm clouded them, and Lucifer found himself dragged into the storm raging in her eyes. He felt himself thrown around in the strong winds raging over the angry sea while the winds tried to crumple his wings until their weight would drag him under in the thunderous sea.

Nothing like this happened as Lucifer was perfectly aware that he was still lying on the grass on a hill overlooking the burning city of Rome...but the power in the Huntress’s eyes was more than real.

Rolling his shoulders, Lucifer unfurled his wings while still resting on his back...and the power dissolved into nothingness.

The Huntress looked away and back to the city, ignoring the angel next to her with his wings spread wide on the ash-covered grass.

“Why?”

Lucifer wasn’t sure if he really heard a word or if it was just a deep growling sound coming from the depths of her power, the power of the Hunt and the Moon.

“I wish to see what he did when he could have forged one of the mightiest weapons of this world created from my feather. I fail to see why you would waste such a favour for...a trinket.”

The Huntress swung her leg over his hip and sat down in Lucifer’s lap without another word. Usually, Lucifer would place his hands on her naked thighs, let his hands wander higher and higher under her tunic, but he saw that this wasn’t a game of seduction but a game of power.

She was in a position of power while he lay sprawled out under her with his wings stretched out like a sacrifice.

“My bow serves me just fine, and I can handle any kind of blade. I have no need for another weapon on my belt. I wanted something to remember our unusual night, to preserve something rare and beautiful in a world drowning in war and blood. Humans are violent and bloodthirsty creatures in their deepest nature. They can create beautiful things, art and music, but they fail to recreate what they lost so long ago. You’ve created the stars which accompany me on every hunt, through every season, through every time night when even the moon refuses to shine. I wanted to carry a star with me when the sun shines over blood-covered fields with men screaming in pain when Death claims them. I’ve lived so long between humans that I wanted to have something divine accompany me to remind me that there is still beauty in this world. When even the Lord of the Underworld hasn’t lost his beauty between the worst of humanity, then there is still hope in this world.”

To say Lucifer was stunned would be the understatement of the Millenial. Lucifer felt himself reached out for his Huntress, this beautiful and strong woman who called him, the Lord of Hell, beautiful, and his Huntress didn’t resist when he pulled her down into a kiss she neither accepted nor denied when he offered her this deal.

Yet, the Huntress didn’t resist, didn’t pull back, when Lucifer pressed his lips to her own and this time, he couldn’t force himself to keep his eyes open to watch her.

There was no boundary between them, no clear line where the fallen angel started, and the Huntress stopped. Lucifer held the Huntress against his chest, who, in response, pressed her hands against his chest as she opened her mouth and welcomed him into her warmth.

There was no way to fight the desire ignited by her acceptance of him. If Lucifer would still believe in his father’s concept of love, he might find himself trapped under the Huntress arrow, her willing prey. Still, Lucifer had lost his belief in something like love the moment his Father denied his children what he offered his newest creation so willingly.

His feather felt hard but warm against Lucifer’s skin when his Huntress closed her finger around his throat, not to press down and stop him from kissing her but to feel his heart hammering in his chest like a little bird’s wings fighting off the storm. This storm, however, was something Lucifer had no desire to fight, and he allowed himself to be caught and dragged away by strong winds, and his Huntress became a beacon of strength in the storm’s untamable chaos.

When their kiss finally ended, Lucifer was aroused far beyond anything he had ever tasted. He felt desire and lust up to his last wingtip, and only then did he realize that his wings had created a canopy of white around them to protect them against the ashes still raining from the sky.

Now that they’ve pulled apart, Lucifer wasn’t so sure anymore if this Huntress was his after all or if he was just caught in the moon’s light and the storm’s winds that held him close to her but never close enough to capture her.

Lightning flashed in her eyes when she looked down at him, and her breath on his skin felt like a smaller fracture of the storm, pulling him in, tempting him to fight the storm to capture her.

“Do you consider my debt to you paid, Lucifer?”

Licking his lips, Lucifer wanted to decline, tell her she would be forever in his debt for burning down this city of sin, but...Lucifer never lied, not to anyone, and he wouldn’t start this kind of nasty habit now.

“Yes, Huntress.”

The Huntress nodded, her face flushed, and her body was warm on top of Lucifer, but the storm in her eyes had started to calm down, and the silent night full of moonlight was slowly returning.

The night was slowly crawling over the land, but darkness wouldn’t follow as the city was still burning bright below them.

“I’m travelling East.”

Blinking, Lucifer realized that his thoughts had wandered elsewhere, and so he hadn’t been aware that the Huntress had placed her head against his shoulder while his own hands rested on her thigh while he drew slow circles with his thumb over her skin.

“What did you say, Darling?”

The Huntress chuckled and lifted her head off his shoulder.

“I’m travelling East, Lucifer. Your Father’s followers are gaining strength in these lands, and this holds no appeal to me. There is a city in the East supposedly full of wise men, art and mysteries I wish to see. I’ve hunted in the wide plains, forest, even in the depths of the night in the endless winters high in the North, but it’s been a long time since I hunted under the searing heat of the sun and frosty darkness of the night.”

Sighing, Lucifer wasn’t surprised to hear that his Father was gaining more and more followers among his creation with every passing century. He allowed humanity to believe in the lesser gods, but He was their creator after all, and so humanity would flock together to worship only Him.

“I’ve heard of such a place in the East, but I’ve never seen this city with my own eyes.”

Nodding, the Huntress slowly got up and gathered her belongings before she stepped around Lucifer’s wings.

“Until we meet again, Lord of the Underworld.”

Lucifer didn’t watch her leave as he was following the flying sparks in the sky while the darkness of the night had no chance against the dark red of the still-burning fires.

This time, Lucifer was sure he would see the fierce Huntress again.

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The city of Constantinople was unlike any city Lucifer had visited through the centuries.

The streets were buzzing and vibrating with life, merchants offering their wares for the right coin, Inns where travellers could rest, the scent of spices and strong tea were always present wherever Lucifer wandered, and old men with long grey beards called their god’s words down from high towers.

Lucifer had listened to them before he turned away while shaking his head.

Humans kept fighting wars for their “one true god” and never realized that it didn’t matter what they named their god as they were all praying to Him and Lucifer knew that his Father wasn’t listening to any of them. Just like his father wouldn’t care for their puny little wars, and Lucifer would scoff and laugh at his Father’s followers. Fools, all of them.

However, Constantinople was different from the cities of Europe during this time.

Europe was becoming a dark place for those not following the words of their priests, and the punishment those people had to face would make demons howl in excitement.

Lucifer always ensured that these people would suffer endlessly in their Hell Loops as they experienced the same torture they commanded done dished out by their victims. A small victory, but even this made Lucifer glare at the sky as he asked himself why his Father would allow his beloved creation to turn at each other in such ugly ways.

Yet, this city was bustling with life in a different way, more open-minded with a spark left of the old world when humans still believed in magic with their views not blinded and twisted by his Father’s followers.

This place was different, but Lucifer could already see the city change as it was already on the edge of becoming something else. While a change was inevitable, Lucifer couldn’t imagine that the city’s soul would survive it.

Lucifer wandered aimlessly over the Great Bazar, stopping several times to look at the goods the merchants had to offer, but nothing could hold his interest for long. He didn’t know why he had left his Kingdom without an actual goal in mind, but when the urge to fly up and taste air without ashes, he spread his wings and was gone in a flurry of ashes and flashes of light.

He kept wandering until he reached the other side of the city, and Lucifer was walking through narrow alleys when suddenly a cat blocked his way.

The animal looked up at him with bright eyes in different colours. One eye of gold and one eye of copper framed in an all-black face, the cat stared at the fallen angel without blinking. It was an impressive face for an animal with the fur of the darkest night. A warrior’s face marked with scars and ears which been injured more than once. The cuts and a missing ear tip reminded Lucifer of a honed gladiator in the great arenas of Rome...before the Huntress burned the city to the ground. 

The cat stared at Lucifer for a long moment before the animal got up and started to walk into a narrow passage Lucifer hadn’t seen previously.

Shrugging, Lucifer decided to keep going, but when he passed the narrow passage the cat had shown him, he heard a raspy voice yell at him.

Meow!

Frowning, Lucifer stopped and looked down at the black cat who suddenly sat in his way again.

“If this was your way of talking to me, cat, I suggest you visit a healer. This doesn’t sound healthy at all.”

The black cat only stared at him with its fluffy tail twitching behind them.

Shaking his head, Lucifer tried to step over the cat, who suddenly decided that moving right under Lucifer’s boot seemed to be a fantastic idea.

Sighing, Lucifer hunkered down and looked the cat right into its two-coloured eyes.

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be, cat?”

The cat seemed to frown at him, him, and Lucifer started to ask himself if eternity was catching up with him at last because he was talking to a cat who dared to frown at him.

 The cat blinked slowly, and Lucifer could hear a rumbling purr, followed by another raspy sound.

Meow

The cat got up again and walked back to the narrow passage but stopped when Lucifer didn’t follow.

Rolling his eyes, Lucifer got up from his hunkered down position and followed the cat into the narrow passage.

“Lead the way then, little black Earth-Demon. I have no idea why humans seem to be so fond of your kind. You are as arrogant as my siblings up in the Silver City.”

Meow

Lucifer kept himself from rolling his eyes because rolling his eyes at a cat talking back at him seemed to be too much, even for the Devil himself. However, he still followed the cat, who appeared in no hurry to lead Lucifer to their destination.

The cat kept moving and led Lucifer through narrow passages hidden behind curtains, ways unseen by others, past merchants and only then did Lucifer realize that no one seemed to notice him.

He knew he could vanish in a crowd of people, walk past someone, and those behind him wouldn’t see him dissolve into shadows to return to his Kingdom, but this was something else.

People stepped out of his way while he followed the black cat, but they saw right through him, and they didn’t seem to notice the black cat either.

Curiosity awakened like a sleepy beast, and Lucifer kept following the black shadow, who stopped now and then to look back with his eyes of gold and copper to make sure the fallen angel was still following him.

Lucifer was led on a journey through the whole city until they reached a part he had yet to visit.

Old buildings threw their long shadows over the streets while people tried to hide in the darkness between the buildings.

An old man, holding himself up on a cane, stumbled into the street but blanched when he saw the black shadow marching down in his direction. Lucifer heard the man mumble a low prayer before he averted his eyes and tried to hurry as fast as his old body allowed him to leave the street while keeping track of the cat from the corner of his eyes.

The old man had no eye for the fallen angel following the shadow.

Lucifer had no idea how long he had followed his feline guide, but when the cat stopped in front of an old building, Lucifer looked around and noticed that he was now in the oldest part of the city and the building he was standing in front of was the home of one of the many Inns.

There used to be a plate over the door announcing the Inn’s name, but time and sand had eaten away the name and only a barely visible carving remained:

A moon sickle crossed by an arrow.

A pang of longing felt Lucifer’s being so suddenly that he looked down at the black shadow sitting by his feet.

“Why did you bring me here, little Fea?”

Meow

A smile tugging at his lips, Lucifer shook his head...before he answered the little Fea.

“I have no idea what you want from me, but I guess I’m supposed to go in, right?”

Meow

Shaking his head while the smile never left his face, Lucifer ducked his head, bloody tiny humans of these times, and stepped into the Inn.

The general room was filled with tables and chairs, but only a few of them were occupied by guests who looked up when Lucifer stepped into the room.

Barely audible gasps filled the air, and fearful glances were thrown at Lucifer and the little shadow before the guests went back to their tea and spicy-smelling dishes.

Lucifer didn’t pay much attention to the other guests, but he saw the mortals wince when the shadow reminded the fallen angel to keep following him.

MEOW

The raspy-ness of the cat’s voice was more amusing than anything else to Lucifer, but the mortals looked at both of them with fear in their eyes...and made a gesture that was supposed to avert evil spirits.

Pausing in his step, Lucifer looked around, but those looking at them lowered their eyes hastily when they met the Devil’s gaze burning with Hellfire. Chuckling, Lucifer followed the shadow deeper into the room where no mortals cowered over their tea and food but where a single figure sat at a table close to the fire.

Stopping in his tracks, Lucifer saw the fire’s light reflect from the bracelet on the Huntress’s right wrist but never before had she appeared so...other.

She stared at the fire like she expected to find the answers to all questions in the dancing flame with her long leather-clad legs stretched out in front of her. Lucifer spotted several rows of throwing knives strapped to her thigh, and her bow leaned in easy reach against the table.

There was an aura of restlessness around her, but it only showed in the way she kept drumming with her fingers against the table. At the same time, her moon-bright eyes reflected the fire in a way that reminded Lucifer of his own eyes when he allowed the Hellfire to shine through his usual dark eyes.

Never before had the Huntress looked so inhuman and predatory, so...immortal to Lucifer and he felt even more drawn to her at the blatant display of power dancing around her like moths around the flame of a candle. Yet, Lucifer knew that he would gladly burn in her bright moonlight.

“Huntress.”

She didn’t react to him at first, but then she blinked slowly and looked up at him without changing her seemingly relaxed position of a cat ready to pounce and kill.

Her smile ignited a different kind of fire in her eyes when she saw Lucifer standing next to her.

“Lucifer, what a surprise to see you here. What brings you to Constantinople?”

The little shadow jumped onto the Huntress’s lap, who adjusted her position to offer the cat a more comfortable seat on her lap.

Lucifer dragged a chair over from one of the many empty tablets around them and sat down next to the Huntress only to mirror her position with his legs stretched out in front of him.

“Curiosity, I guess. Hell was getting boring again, and you mentioned an interesting city in the East. That’s why I came here, I guess, but it was your little friend who led me here.”

Surprised coloured her face when the Huntress looked from Lucifer to the cat resting and purring in her lap.

“That’s what you’ve been up to, Te’oma? Why am I not surprised? You love to play with my bracelet, after all.”

The cat, Te’oma, blinked his gold and copper eyes at the Huntress and rubbed his face against her hand.

“He found and yelled at me!”

The Huntress laughed at Lucifer’s accusing words and leaned over to him until their shoulders almost touched.

“I’m sure you’ll get over it soon, Lucifer.”

There it was again, the liquid amusement dancing in her eyes and Lucifer felt the overwhelming urge to kiss her.

Smirking, Lucifer leaned closer as well until there was barely any room left between their lips, and he was sure she could feel his heat warming her skin.

“And what do I get for my troubles of walking through the whole city while your little Fea led the way?”

The Huntress licked her lips and looked at him from below her long lashes.

“I’m sure you have something in mind as compensation for your troubles, don’t you, Lucifer?”

Leaning closer, Lucifer couldn’t suppress the red glow of his eyes, but before he could say what he had in mind for proper compensation, the Huntress laughed and pressed her fingers against his lips.

“Not that, though, Lucifer.”

Rolling his eyes at her, Lucifer kept himself from licking her fingers pressed against his lips.

“I didn’t say anything, Huntress, but if you consider a proper romp in the sheets a fitting compensation for my troubles, I wouldn’t say no.”

The Huntress’s laugh was husky, and she regarded him with feline head tilt while the little Fea purred in her lap.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t decline should I offer you the pleasure of my body, Lord of Sin and Pleasure. One has to be dead to be immune to your charms.”

Now Lucifer saw no reason to keep himself from tasting her skin, and so he slowly dragged his tongue over her finger still pressed against his lips. Lucifer was delighted to hear her breath hitch, and he watched the black of her eyes eat away the bright moonlight until her eyes turned into fathomless darkness with flecks of red from the fire dancing in her darkness.

She didn’t pull back from his touch, and so Lucifer decided to try his luck when he saw nothing in her hooded eyes that told him to back off.

He took her hand between his own and turned her hand around until he could press a kiss to her palm while her fingertips touched his beard stubble, just the barest hint of touch against his skin. Her reaction was to bury her teeth in her bottom lip and maltreat the soft skin until her teeth left marks behind.

Trying his luck, Lucifer pulled her hand closer to his body until her fingertips brushed against his chest and he could reach her wrist. Lucifer felt her strength vibrate under his grip, and he hummed low when she didn’t pull her hand back when he placed another kiss in her palm to feel the warrior-rough skin there, and he asked himself how her fingers would feel on his skin.

Lucifer kept looking up at the Huntress, who stared at him with wild eyes full of feral hunger and night-dark eyes.

However, when he dragged his teeth over the sensitive skin on the inner side of her wrist, the Huntress tensed, and the storm he had seen the last time they met returned to her eyes.

A warning and the little Fea gave voice to the storm his mistress was calling upon as he hissed loudly.

Pulling back slowly, Lucifer placed her hand against his chest without holding her in place.

“Do I need to apologize?”

She looked at her hand splayed over his heart, and Lucifer felt like he was standing in the heart of a storm. The winds roaring in the distance hit stronger than any whip, and lightning illuminated the day turned to night with the storm eating away the sun itself.

“No.”

A single word spoken by the Huntress with the thunder in her voice.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes while she buried her fingers in his clothes, but Lucifer remained silent and willed his heart to beat slower as he felt as affected as she was, but her reaction had been apparent. 

She had said no, and the Devil especially would never deny someone their right to decline what he had to offer. However, he wasn’t expecting her to move this fast, but suddenly he held the Huntress in his lap while she placed her head against his shoulder with her hand still over his heart. The little Fea was protesting somewhere around them.

“You know why we can’t be, don’t you, Lucifer?”

The wind was still strong in her voice and gave Lucifer the impression of feeling it drag through his feathers hidden from prying eyes.

“Yes, I understand.”

They couldn’t be because he needed to return to his Kingdom while she remained on Earth, unable to follow him. He was part glad and part furious because a piece of him that will be forever the Lightbringer demanded her by his side with his wings held high and feathers like blades to fight anyone who would dare to keep him from her.

When she pulled back and looked at him, the storm in her eyes was gone, and the moon had risen again.

She was about to speak when suddenly the little Fae jumped up and sat down in the small space between their bodies.

Meow!

And the tension was broken as she laughed at the cat’s antics.

“It’s okay, Te’oma. There is no need to worry about me.”

Meow!

Rolling his eyes, Lucifer was about to lean back in his chair but found himself trapped in the Huntress’s grip.

Before he could ask what she was doing, the Huntress leaned over the cawing cat between them and pressed her lips to his in a fierce kiss that was so much more and yet not enough.

Meow!

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The stories Lucifer had heard about London had been so promising, and yet...it stunk, literally.

The city was filthy and reeked of things Lucifer had to smell in so many of the Hell Loops he had to oversee, and now he was standing in things he’d rather not named while humans with pained, almost dead eyes wandered the streets to find work to earn a coin or sometimes even less.

How his Father could stand his favourite creation crashing and crawling around in their own filth was beyond Lucifer’s understanding.

When the Plague came over Europe like a raging beast, Hell overflowed with souls marked for damnation and punishment. After rebuilding their society, one would think that they would try to find a way for all humans to live a good and carefree life, but their circle of envy, hate, religious ideology, and murder kept going.

Especially today.

A human was stalking the night and killing young women, mostly prostitutes who wanted to earn their money with the oldest kind of business humans came up with.

Huffing, Lucifer knew that he was showing too much of his devilish side while walking through the reeking night, but the few people roaming the night usually were up to no good, and he had no desire to get too close to one of them.

The night owls scattered out of his way as fast as they could in the barely lit streets. What Lucifer was looking for at this hour of the night was unbeknown even to him, but something in this part of London was almost...calling to him.

He was walking around aimlessly for what felt like hours, but the feeling that he needed to stay wouldn’t leave him alone.

Growling, Lucifer heard a fearful whimpering coming from the darkness around him. Probably some poor bloke who had the worst luck of all people in London to be on the streets with the Devil himself in a bad mood.

Lucifer was about to turn around, find himself a place to sleep, and continue his search the next day when the wind suddenly took hold of the city.

The wind howled like a raging beast, and the humans roaming the night tried to hide as best as they could while their shivering bodies refused to follow their instincts and to run. Dogs yowled in the distance, and Lucifer heard a cat hiss close to him, but the storm died down as fast as it had gathered.

What followed was a silence so thick and heavy that Lucifer could almost touch it, and it just proved his suspicions that this was neither natural nor mortal in its origin.

Closing his eyes, Lucifer opened his senses to the world around him and tried to find the source of the storm. He wasn’t surprised to find tendrils of magic worming their way through the whole city. This place was old in the sense of humanity but yet young to him. However, there was a sense of lightning in the air that was of no mortal source and following it was surprisingly easy.

The lightning led him through narrow passages, and memories from centuries ago rose to the forefront of his mind.

Constantinople.

Would he find the Huntress at the end of the lightning? Lucifer still remembered the storm crashing in her eyes when he went too far for her liking, and yet she demanded no repayment from him while he still remembered the taste of her skin.

Licking his lips at the ghost of the memory, Lucifer followed the taste of lightning in the air and moved into a barely lit alley only to come to a sudden stop.

This wasn’t what he expected to see when he followed the storm.

First, there was a dead woman on the ground, and even from a distance, Lucifer could smell the woman’s blood like a macabre version of perfume in the air.

Second, the Huntress was leaning over the dead woman protectively with a blade in her hand that had the same magically glow as the arrow she pointed at Lucifer so long ago at the edge of a lake somewhere in Greece. The bracelet made from his feather caught the light from the nearby streetlamp, and the feather caught the light and reflected it in a way that wasn’t of Lucifer’s origin but of the moon. Bright, cold and sharp, just like the blade in the Huntress’s hand.

Third and the most shocking view of this scene, his little sister Azrael and Angel of Death stood opposite the Huntress with her wings held in a high and threatening arc.

Taking a deep breath while pushing all of his feelings away, Lucifer stepped up to the woman he had last seen centuries ago and the sister he hadn’t seen since...he fell.

“I seriously wasn’t expecting a secret meeting of London’s supernatural beings at this kind of hour, or I would have brought drinks along.”

The Huntress regarded him with a cool glance, and Lucifer saw the storm raging in her eyes. So it had been her storm raging over the city only minutes ago until she contained it within herself.

“Lucifer.”

A voice full of thunder and the promise of violence should the lightning give voice to the thunder.
“Huntress...was a pleasant surprise. It has been ages since we’ve met in Constantinople. How is that little Fea of yours?”

A smile tugged on her lips, and yet she neither lowered her weapon nor did she take her glare off his little sister.

“Te’oma decided to go back to hunting on his own again. We will meet again when our hunts cross in their pathways.”

Nodding in understanding while he was puzzled what the little shadow actually had been for real, Lucifer turned around to look at his sister while never leaving the Huntress out of his view.

“Sister. I’m surprised to see you here.”

The little angel looked with annoyance plastered to her face while her wings leaned even closer to the Huntress with their feathers turned into blades.

“Brother. I wasn’t expecting to see you, even when this one carries one of your feathers which surprises me.”

Azrael frowned but just like the Huntress, she didn’t let her gaze waver over to Lucifer but met the Huntress’s moon-bright eyes, which were now glowing and churning with the contained storm.

“Well, if you have to know, little sister, I’m still a Devil of my word and made a deal with her. My feather was part of this deal.”

Azrael huffed and folded her wings first behind her back, and with a shrug of her slim shoulders, her wings were gone.

“It is foolish to give away one of your feathers. Your feathers especially still hold much divine power, and this one isn’t human, to begin with. Even more foolish to give her one of your feathers.”

Growling low, Lucifer rolled his shoulders and unfolded his own wings and with a rushing sound that resembled the Huntress’s storm raging over the city. His wings, so much bigger than his sister’s, filled the alley, and their light illuminated everything around them.

The dead woman’s blood looked black in the divine light of his wings.

Stretching his wings, Lucifer couldn’t keep himself from dragging his primaries over the Huntress’s back, but like a good predator, she remained in her position, leaned over the dead woman to keep his sister at bay, but...Lucifer felt the storm dissolve at his feathers’ touch to her back.

Among angels, this was an almost aggressive display to stay away from the one touched by the angel’s feathers, and even Lucifer couldn't contain his angelic origin when one of his family seemed to want to hurt the Huntress.

Staring at his sister, Azrael did the smart thing and took a step back but lifted her head in defiance at him.

“She’s keeping me from fulfilling my purpose. This mortal’s soul needs to be delivered to the Silver City.”

Holding his sister’s gaze, Lucifer curled his feathers around the Huntress’s shoulder until it had to look like she had wings of her own, but he didn’t like his sister’s dismissive tone.

“My Huntress…-” Lucifer knew he had no right to call her this, but the feeling of possessiveness towards her was stronger than he anticipated. “...do you need the poor woman’s soul to hunt the one who took her life?”

The Huntress holstered her blade in a quick motion that didn’t tell Lucifer where she was hiding her blade, but she got up from her protective stance with Lucifer’s feathers still draped over her back. 

“It’ll make it easier to find him. I’ll be able to track him by more than just his scent. I only need a moment to collect what I need to find him, and then she can be finally free from the cruelty of this world.”

Turning halfway around to look at his sister, Lucifer stepped up to the Huntress.

“Do it, Huntress, and then my sister can carry her soul to the Silver City.”

Nodding, the Huntress kneeled on the dirty ground while handling the dead woman’s body with care only someone who truly cared could possess. She looked at the woman’s fingers and hands, peered at the multiple stab wounds until she lowered her face to the hollow of the dead woman’s throat, closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

The wind started to sing all around them, tugging at his wings and instincts he had since God himself created him demanded from Lucifer to allow the wind to carry him away, to dance with the storm and lightning high up in the sky.

But Lucifer didn’t want to leave the Huntress behind, and this desire was stronger than his instincts howling at him to fly.

When the Huntress finally got up, she did so with her eyes still closed. Lucifer watched her shedding her mortal hue to reveal the true Huntress beneath her skin.

When she opened her eyes, they reminded Lucifer of gemstones called Sodalite. Her eyes looked like the wild sea during a storm, churning and rolling waves crowned by white foam right before the waves would break on the shore while eating away the land his Father had created from nothing. lightning crackled in her eyes before it spilled over and painted her face in power before it crawled down the long column of her throat.

Lucifer could feel the energy within her through his feathers, but he did not pull his wing back.

The Devil himself found himself transfixed by the Huntress. He asked himself what else he still had to learn about her. Lucifer felt once more drawn to her despite the violent energy filling the alley, and the sheer power he could feel from her was arousing and calling to him.

He used to stand next to God while He created the universe while Lucifer dotted it with his stars, and yet even God himself had never felt this violently powerful as his Huntress did at this very moment.

The Huntress stretched her neck until her vertebra cracked...and then she rolled her shoulders in a familiar gesture, and wings forged from lightning erupted from her back.

Energy crackled in the alley, and Lucifer saw his sister step away with fear in her eyes while he felt himself fall to his knees while his Huntress’s lightning went through Lucifer’s feathers and hit him right into his own soul.

Moaning, Lucifer felt like he was standing in front of the first star he created all over again. Wonder, heat, energy, power, excitement, chaos, and so much more.

The Huntress stepped over the dead woman’s body until she stood right in front of Lucifer with her eyes of Sodalite and the storm while her wings of lightning built an ever-moving arc of power behind her shoulders.

She smiled, and Lucifer knew that she was smiling only for him and him alone. This was just for him and no one else, and the Devil had few things he could claim as his.

Her fingers under his chin were still those of a warrior, but now, with her power unleashed, she was even more beautiful than ever, and Lucifer would mount a siege against the Silver City and fight each of his siblings should she desire it and should it make her smile at him like this just once more.

The Huntress chuckled and bent forward to press her lips to Lucifer’s, and the fallen angel vowed to himself that he would remain on his knees forever to worship only her. When he wrapped his long arms around her hips to pull her closer, she didn’t resist but huffed small laughter into their kiss. When her wings of lightning brushed against Lucifer’s skin, Lucifer moaned and allowed his own wings to sink into her wings forged by lightning.

They used to call him the Lightbringer, but he only brought the light to warm and illuminate the worlds his Father scattered between Lucifer’s stars as a child would play with marbles, but she...she was the light created to throw the world into darkness.

A piece of beauty before his Father’s universe would succumb to numbing darkness, and yet Lucifer knew that the universe would die with a smile on its metaphorical face if she were the last thing it saw in its final moment.

She was light, she was lightning, she was the storm, she was death, and she was destruction, and Lucifer wanted her by his side for all eternity so he could be her only worshipper while he placed her on his throne in Hell to let her see his Kingdom and should it cause her any displeasure he would lay waste to Hell and form it anew to her liking.

When their kiss ended, the Huntress pulled Lucifer to his feet and placed her hand over his racing heart while she kept smiling at him.

“Until we meet again, my Lightbringer.”

With these parting words, the Huntress spread her wings of lightning, and thunder rolled over the sky like drums of war, and when the thunder fell quiet, the Huntress was gone.

Breathing hard, Lucifer dragged his right hand through his hair and still felt her energy running over her skin.

The alley was now empty. Azrael was gone and had taken the woman’s soul to Heaven...and Lucifer was sure that she would tell their siblings about what she had seen here on Earth.

Stretching his wings, Lucifer returned to Hell and his throne towering above everything in his Kingdom. Down below, the demons cowered and whimpered in pain because their King had brought a storm down to Hell no one had ever witnessed in this place of endless torture, pain and damnation.

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Being furious was nothing unusual to the Devil. Fury was one of the emotions he learned right after his Fall and the betrayal of his family.

However, since he decided that ruling Hell was getting too dull and he would enjoy his retirement on Earth, the fury of the Devil had never been a problem.

Until now.

Lucifer did on Earth what he did best. Drawing out the desires of the mortals around him, making their wishes and desires come true in exchange for a favour he would collect sooner or later but never forgotten.

Mazikeen, who he had taken with him when he flew up to Earth and stayed, was usually furious enough for both of them, but even her fury had dimmed down during their years on Earth.

Still, the fury of the Devil was drawing out the worst of the demon, and right now, she was prowling behind the bar, polishing the glasses with enough force that she broke several glasses already while making suggestions to Lucifer how to deal with this...situation.

Lucifer was almost thankful that his nightclub was empty tonight and so he could play his piano just for himself to keep himself from hunting down the cretin who had taken his friend from him.

Delilah had been Lucifer’s friend.

Her desire to become famous was something Lucifer heard often, but she wanted nothing more from him than to point her in the right direction of some people, and she would do the rest. After that, she would make it on her own and become famous because she got talent and was devoted to her dream.

A dream which had been taken from her at gunpoint by flying bullets from a car passing them while they stood outside of his club.

Lucifer had survived the rain of bullets hailing down at them from the car, but...Delilah was mortal, and Lucifer was powerless to keep his sister from taking his friend’s soul to the Silver City. Of course, just because Delilah made a deal with the Devil didn’t mean a write-up for eternal damnation for her soul...or Hell would overfly by now, but Lucifer had retired and didn’t care if Souls overran hell.

No, but the fury of the Devil was still a sharp blade.

Adjusting his seat on the piano bench, Lucifer tried to focus on the music. Still, today seemed to be a day his Father wanted to show Lucifer that there was no escape from his own eternal punishment, ruling Hell...and now Lucifer could add the loss of a friend and his own bleeding heart to the list as well.

Earlier today…

Lucifer was in a good mood. He was supposed to meet with his friend Delilah tonight to celebrate her breakthrough as a singer, and she called Lucifer to tell him that she wanted to celebrate with him because he had been such a great help and support on her way to the top.

Naturally, Lucifer had offered his nightclub, Lux, to host the party, and the second the invites were sent out, people agreed to come. No one declined a party invitation from Lucifer Morningstar.

“You are in a good mood tonight, Lucifer. Expecting to get lucky?”

Rolling his eyes at the leering grin from his demon bartender, Lucifer took the drink Mazikeen had poured him with expert hands.

“I am the Devil, Mazikeen, and I get lucky as you call it every night. Thank you very much for asking, though.”

Returning her grin with one of his own, Lucifer was about to take a sip from his drink when he felt it. The presence of his brother...and the way time slowed down all around them.

Sighing, Lucifer watched his other employees slow down as they were only human and not immune to his brother’s chronokinesis like he and Maze were.

Turning around on the chair he was occupying at the bar, Lucifer leaned back against the bar with his elbows resting behind him. At the same time, he stretched his long body out to give his brother the impression that he neither cared for his presence nor was it something he welcomed.

“Amenadiel, long time no see and still too soon again. What brings you to my lovely nightclub?”

Keeping the friendly mask on was more challenging than expected because Lucifer knew his brother wanted...that Lucifer returned to Hell and ruled the damn place like “intended” as he put it, and not as he was forced to do by their oh so beloved Father.

“Luci.”

And this greeting alone was enough that Lucifer wanted to punch his brother in his smug face.

“You know why I am here, brother.”

Rolling his eyes, Lucifer reached for his drink only to look at its content and roll his eyes, right; the time-manipulating brother was gracing him with his presence.

How boring.

“Remind me again, brother; I like to hear your robes flutter when you try to scare me into daddy’s bidding.”

Grinning, Lucifer knew what his brother was going to do right from the moment he started speaking.

Laughing, Lucifer didn’t pull back, and he didn’t acknowledge the blade-like primary feather of his brother’s gunmetal-grey left wing almost cutting into his skin. Instead, he only held Amenadiel’s gaze and grinned.

Amenadiel may be the oldest of the angels, but in the raw power department, he was no match to Lucifer should the Devil decide he had enough of his brother waltzing into his club, disturbing him while having a drink.

“Be careful, brother, or I might consider a challenge. It should be interesting to see just how long Heaven’s mightiest warrior can hold himself against the Devil. What do you think, Maze?”

Behind him, the demon chuckled, and Lucifer saw how she was fidgeting with one of her curved demon blades.

“You won’t stand a chance against the Devil, angel boy. He has a party to plan and won’t allow you to trash the club... like I won’t allow it because I would have to clean it up again, and I don’t want to. So I’m looking forward to the party as well.”

Laughing, Lucifer turned around again and waved at his brother over his shoulder.

“You heard the demon, brother; leave us alone while we enjoy our retirement here on Earth.”

Lucifer was about to reach for the ashtray when he looked in the mirrored wall behind the bar as his brother spread his wings to their greatest width before he spoke again.

“Father won’t be merciful for much longer, Lucifer. Return to Hell and do your duty as He has told you.”

Mazikeen looked at Lucifer and took a step back with her blade in her hand. A good demon knew when their King was about to become unpleasant.

Getting up in a fluent movement, Lucifer pulled himself to his full height, and the difference between the brothers was close to nothing but...Lucifer would always be the King of Hell, and Amenadiel was no ruler, a mere soldier in God’s army, and currently, he was standing in Lucifer’s earthly court.

“Be careful, brother….”

The warning was left unfinished, but it wasn’t necessary as Amenadiel felt the threat behind the Devil’s words.

“You know very well that you don’t belong here, Lucifer. Your purpose is to rule Hell and not...party with humanity every night and tempt into Sin.”

Strolling through the room like the King he was, Lucifer pushed his hands into the pockets of his slacks and regarded his brother with a cold glance.

“Do I know now, brother? I think that our dearest Father seems to be oh so very fond of the concept of free will, as long as his first creation doesn’t ask for it. I have no need to tempt humans into Sin because they are free to choose their fate. I think brother, that you’ve listened to our Father’s religious leaders for too long. I have many perfect examples of ‘why is religion bad for me..´ seen in Hell. You can book a tour with Maze if you want to see our exhibits. There is a whole floor for the poor souls who are condemned to Hell because of our...Father’s followers.”

A muscle twisted in Amenadiel’s face with his wings still raised in a threatening position.

“Please, brother, don’t make me do this.”

Enough was enough, Lucifer decided, and with his hands still in his pockets, he rolled his shoulders and unfurled his own wings.

Fear crept into his brother’s eyes while he dropped his wings immediately and took a step back.

Lucifer knew what his brother saw, and soon all the angels of the Silver City would know that they had become powerless to contain their fallen brother.

His eyes were those of the Devil, burning red with eternal Hellfire that filled Lucifer’s veins since his fall. The white wings of the angel, of the Lightbringer he used to be and...the lightning dancing between his feathers that marked him as one touched by a Huntress, his Huntress of the Storm, the Lightning and the Moon. He had become the triumvirate of what this universe had been made; Heaven, Hell, Chaos. Light, darkness, storm.

Ever since the night in London, when she revealed herself to him, Lucifer had carried her lightning between his feathers, and so he had taken her storm back into Hell.

He hadn’t seen her since that night back in London, centuries ago, and while he desired nothing more than to have her by his side, she was always with him, and even Hell now carried a mark of her rage. She allowed him to carry her storms down into Hell and use them to his liking.

“Lucifer...what have you done?”

Fear marked his brother’s voice, and when Lucifer flapped his wings twice before he pulled them tight against his back, some of the lightning dancing between his feathers built a flickering arc between his wings and illuminated his towering form from behind.

“I’ve made a decision, exercised my free will, showed big old dad the metaphorical finger that he can’t force me anymore to play his game. You should go home now, brother, and don’t come back.”

The Now…

And the day had only gotten worse since Amenadiel’s sudden departure back to Heaven, and Lucifer was sure that he was now the main reason for heavenly gossip all around the Silver City.

Huffing, Lucifer took a swing from his drink and returned to playing his beloved piano while he waited for the LAPD to show up to question him.

The scene in front of his club had been cleared, his friend’s body taken away, and no one had seen a damn thing, and the surveillance feed of his club had been unhelpful at all. Of course, they had the car, but no shooter had been seen but for the hand holding the gun, and conveniently someone had taken down the licence plate as well.

All of this only fueled Lucifer’s fury, and he could feel the Hellfire and the lightning roaring under his skin to seek punishment for his friend who had to leave Earth far too soon. Hopefully, his idiotic siblings would let her sing to her heart’s desire.

Growling, Lucifer focused more on his music, but his fury leaked into his music, and Maze refilled his drink without being asked. Then, taking a deep swing from his glass, Lucifer forced himself to fight the Hellfire in his blood and tried to calm the storm raging in his mind while he focused his fingers on playing any complicated piece he could remember.

It worked...until a voice full of amusement ripped Lucifer from his thoughts like the wind could rip a bird out of the sky.

“I was fully prepared to ask if Lucifer Morningstar is a stage name of some kind because I didn’t expect you to be behind this.”

Lucifer paused his play mid-tone and looked up at the owner of this mischief-filled voice just to be sure his senses weren’t playing any tricks on him.

But...there she stood, right next to his piano, looking at him with her moon-bright eyes and the scent of rain and storm following her like a shadow.

She smirked at him and tilted her head in a feline gesture, and before Lucifer could decide what to do, his body moved on its own.

He got up from his place in front of the piano, gathered the Huntress in his arms only to lift her with ease until they were at the same height and he could press his lips to hers in a brushing kiss.

Energy licked over his skin, and her warrior-rough hands followed the lightning dancing over his skin before she buried her fingers in his short hair at the back of his head.

His Huntress didn’t fight his tight hold but groaned into their kiss, and Lucifer was sure that he heard the faint sound of thunder in the distance.

Relief, desire, longing, anger, want...So many emotions at once ran through Lucifer’s body and mind that he was vaguely aware of losing control over his wings as they unfurled with a clap of thunder. Lightning and Hellfire crackled over his feathers as he wrapped his Huntress in a cocoon of white feathers glowing in palest light and hellish red.

The Huntress in Lucifer’s arms made a sound full of surprise...that turned into a growl when a voice broke into the moment from behind the bar.

“Damn, that’s exactly what this day needs. A good public fucking.”

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Pulling back and ending their kiss was one of the hardest things Lucifer had ever done, but when he saw that her Sodalite-coloured power slowly overtook his Huntress’s eyes, Lucifer nipped sharply at her jaw.

There was no black left in her eyes, just endless blue broken by her lightning, but Lucifer knew that he had her unbroken attention.

“No, eviscerating my bartender, please. I still need her.”

His Huntress blinked slowly...before she used her grip on his hair to pull his head back and press her face against the softer skin of his throat.

Lucifer’s mind went back to London and the dark alleys where she had taken the dead woman’s scent from the same place before she flew away into the night on wings forged from lightning.

A warm and wet tongue licked over his skin before the Huntress let go of his hair and lifted her head off his skin.

“Put me down, Lucifer.”

Doing as requested, Lucifer lowered her back on her feet and rolled with his shoulders to hide his wings again. The Huntress frowned, and Lucifer saw her fingers twitch in a gesture he hadn’t seen for almost all of his life...since he fell...her desire to bury her fingers in his feathers.

Wrapping his hand around the strong wrist of the hand she still had placed on his chest; he gave her a soft squeeze to let her know that he would fulfill her desire soon.

She stepped away from him, taking her hand with her, but Lucifer had felt her heart starting to race at his promise.

“So...you are the one making the Devil say please. I’m not impressed.”

The Huntress met Mazikeen’s bored gaze with a smirk of her own before she sat down on one of the barstools.

“I don’t give a shit if you are impressed or not, demon. Lucifer is, which is enough for me. I’m not here for you but him and because I have business here.”

Mazikeen leaned over the bar, blade still in her hand, and Lucifer waited. He was curious what either of them would do, and so he leaned against his piano, drink in his hand, while he watched the first of the Lilim challenge the Huntress of the Moon and the Storm.

“He has enough Brittanys jump into his bed. I hardly believe he needs you.”

Grinning, Lucifer had trouble deciding if the sight of these two strong women testing their strength at each other resembled more the pre-fight stage of cats or two cobras hissing at each other.

Regardless, it was hot to witness, but a tiny thought started to form at the back of Lucifer’s mind that told him not to interfere in this fight until the winner was clear. So he stayed at his place at the piano and let them establish their pecking order, pun intended, Lucifer told himself while taking a sip from his drink.

“Who says I need him? Batteries and silicon friends are a thing these days and always deliver as promised.”

Mazikeen barked with laughter but didn’t back off from the Huntress.

“You wouldn’t say this if you had given him a shot. The Devil knows to play, you know because I do know.”

Remaining calm and not getting tense at the demon’s words was hard, but he knew what Mazikeen was doing. She was fishing for a reaction, taunting the Huntress while searching for a weakness, and Lucifer wasn’t sure if this would end well for the demon.

The Huntress chuckled and started to map Mazikeen’s face with her finger before she leaned closer to whisper something into the demon’s ear.

“I know you do because I can smell him on you, demon.”

The club was so silent that Lucifer could hear every word as if she had spoken into his ear, and yet he couldn’t name the emotions in the Huntress’s voice. Still, he was sure he saw a flicker of lightning crawl over the skin of her neck, which was only visible because she wore her long hair in a tight ponytail.

However, something must have been visible in her eyes as well because Lucifer saw something like surprise run over Mazikeen’s face as she pulled back...or tried to.

The Huntress grabbed Mazikeen by the throat and dragged her over the bar as she got up from her chair and took a step back from the bar...before she slammed Mazikeen into the recently polished floor.

Taking a sip from his drink, Lucifer was glad that the Huntress hadn’t slammed his demon into the bar because it took time and money to replace a bar, but a demon-sized dent in the floor could easily be fixed.

Still, Lucifer decided that watching the Huntress putting Mazikeen in her place was more exciting and arousing than thinking about dents on his floor.

Right now, the Huntress had the demon secured with an iron grip around her throat with lightning dancing over her skin while she lowered her face to stare Mazikeen right into her eyes.

Only then did Lucifer notice that Maze had lost her grip on the magic which hid her demon face from the world around them.

“Listen here, little demon….”

An attention-demanding voice and even the Devil himself felt himself snap into a straighter pose, but Maze stopped fighting against the fingers wrapped around her throat entirely.

“I am here to seek justice for a life taken too early. Everything else between your King and myself is just that, between your King and myself and none of your business. I have taken down far more powerful prey than you, First of the Lilim, and I will happily add your skull to my trophy collection. Am I clear?”

Looking up at the roof, Lucifer tried not to think of the things he wanted to do to her right here and there, maybe on top of the piano. The sheer strength in her voice could make empires crumble to dust while every living soul would be weeping and crying tears of joy to have her attention...even in a moment of absolute destruction.

Lucifer was still counting backwards in his mind to will his harder-than-ever cock back down. He still had no idea where he stood with the Huntress, and allowing himself to fall into dreams that showed her by his side was too dangerous.

“Completely clear, Thunderstorm...and shouldn’t he be up to it, you are always welcome to fuck me instead of him.”

There was lust and desire in Mazikeen’s voice, which didn’t surprise Lucifer at all, but it was his feeling of deep and dangerous jealousy that made him growl like a feral beast.

“Mind your place, Mazikeen, or I will be the one showing it to you and now...leave.”

He put his own powers into the last word, something he rarely did with her, but he wanted her gone.

The demon left without another snippy remark which told Lucifer that even Mazikeen realized that he had reached his limit. Taking a deep breath, Lucifer chugged the rest of his drink and placed his empty glass on top of the piano.

She was standing right in front of him, and Lucifer saw no reason to deny himself the pleasure of feeling her skin on his own. So he placed his hand around her throat with a soft grip until he could feel her heartbeat under his fingers, and when he met her moon-bright eyes, there was no storm, no lightning, just the endless blue of her eyes illuminated by the moon.

“Have you ever been human, Huntress?”

Lucifer remembered how he thought her to be blessed by the lesser gods when he saw her for the first time but...after he had seen barely a fraction of her strength Lucifer was sure that she had never been truly human...or never at all.

“No, Lucifer. I’m of the same origin as your father, your mother, but I can’t create as they can. I am the chaos between everything that keeps reality together. There can be no shadow without light, but too much light will allow no shadow to darken the world. So I keep the world in balance and watch it, protect it, hunt those trying to destroy or threaten it. I bring the storm to cleanse the world if necessary, and yet I am a part of this world.”

Nodding, Lucifer understood because he was the same, born of light but cast into the shadows and reborn by fire. She was the roaring storm darkening the horizon while her lightning cast the world in stark light while her thunder shook the world.

“Is this why I’m feeling so drawn to you, Huntress? Because I am light and shadow as well?”

There it was again, the slight smile on her face that made Lucifer feel like he was the center of everything right at this very moment because she gave him her full attention.

“No, Lucifer. This is just you and I with nothing in between. We are alike, true, but everything shared between us has nothing to do with how we came into existence, and your Father has no power over me.”

Releasing the breath he held, Lucifer felt a strange kind of relief at her words and allowed himself to drag his thumb over the warm skin of her jaw before he asked his next question.

“What is it then that brought you here, Huntress? I find it strange that we seem to enjoy the same places through the millennia, and I’m not sure I would call it contingency.”

Right in front of him, the Huntress shifted from one foot to the other, and a soft blush started to colour her face in soft pink.

“I came here a few years ago because I hoped the city would attract you at some point, Lucifer. So I joined the local police forces to have something to spend the time waiting for you and...I like the work. It suits me, and chasing criminals is like...the old times. Still, it’s frustrating at times because the human justice system is so...corrupt and immoral. However, I always felt a grim kind of satisfaction because I know that even when these assholes skipped justice here, they would face their punishment the moment their mortal lives were over...and I sent a few of them to your kingdom myself.”

A feral glow illuminated her eyes, but her gaze wasn’t on Lucifer, but at the ones, she sent down to Hell...and Lucifer realized that he didn’t like it that she was thinking about the ones she sent down into his former kingdom and so he decided to comment on a different thing she mentioned.

“You are a cop? Really?”

The blush colouring her face intensified, and her eyes returned to Lucifer’s face.

“I knew you would latch on this like a damn leech in the swamp.”

Leering, Lucifer pulled her closer, and that was the moment when the club’s low light reflected in the batch she wore at her belt, and that’s when he saw the gun strapped to her belt as well.

“Well then, Huntress...please tell me, do you have….”

There was no need for the Devil to finish his sentence as the Huntress suddenly shoved a pair of handcuffs dangling from her finger into Lucifer’s face with a leer that revival Lucifer’s own.

“Handcuffs? Of course. I’m a Detective, and I get to arrest or shoot the bad guys. So I’m in dire need of handcuffs.”

Leaning closer, Lucifer considered if pulling her against his chest for another kiss would lead to more...but then the reason why she was here crashed back into his mind and managed to kill even Lucifer’s mood.

Sighing, Lucifer let go of the Huntress, who sensed his change of mind as she stepped back from him.

“Can we talk somewhere in private, Lucifer?”

Nodding, Lucifer pointed in the direction of the elevator, and silently both of them stepped into the cabin.

There was no playful banter between them, and Lucifer suddenly remembered that, right now, he was not the most powerful being in the building. The Huntress was a goddess, literally, but he still felt no power radiate off her like he had felt it from his parents. No, her powers were more subtle and way more destructive.

“Does it bother you to know what I really am now?”

Before Lucifer could reply, they reached the penthouse, and Lucifer allowed her to leave before him. She stopped in front of the bar and looked around, taking in the home he built himself when he left Hell to retire in the city of angels.

“A drink, your Highness?”

He looked at her with humour plastered to his face, but he started to laugh open-heartedly when he saw her glare at him with lightning in her eyes.

“By myself, Lucifer, never call me this again, ever, or I will start to call you Lightbringer again.” Now Lucifer couldn’t keep a smile on his face at this prospect, and so he frowned back at her.

“Touché, Huntress. A drink?”

He served himself a drink and lifted his glass to declare his surrender.

She smiled and shook her head before she sat down, and Lucifer realized that their bantering time was over, for now, and that he had to face his friend’s death now.

Blinking, he was aware that the Hellfire turned his eyes red but had no need to hide this part of himself because she knew, and she wouldn’t care.

No, she smiled understandingly at him when he sat down next to her as he needed to feel her storm lick against his skin to keep him in the here and now.

“Well...Delilah was my friend….”

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Walking into the precinct the following day, Lucifer felt ready to hunt down the culprit who had taken his friend from him. The Huntress had listened to him, and what he knew about Delilah and Lucifer had noticed the subtle shift in her whole posture; it was that of a lion waiting for the sun to vanish behind the horizon so the hunt could begin.

They parted ways, and she told him to meet her at the precinct the next morning.

Stairs lead him down into the office area, and Lucifer watched people buzz around with papers in their hands, phones glued to their ears and people grabbing their stuff before they left their table in a rush.

Lucifer was aware that people were watching him, he knew he stood out and could feel people staring at him, but he didn’t care about the desire the fallen angel could feel directed at him. He wasn’t sure where his way would lead with the Huntress, but Lucifer knew that once their hunt was over, he would ask her...Ask her what exactly?
 
That was the billion-dollar question, and Lucifer didn’t know the question, not really, but he knew what he wanted to hear from her. He wanted her to stay by his side, and he never wanted to part from her again.

Looking around the sea of people, Lucifer saw no distinctive dark blond hair restrained into a tight ponytail and no light reflecting off her bracelet forged from his feather.

Huffing, Lucifer sipped his spiked coffee when suddenly someone stepped up to him.

“Hi, can I help you? Are you here to give a statement or something?”

 Looking at the man who approached him, Lucifer took another sip from his coffee. The man, another detective according to the batch he wore around his neck, was way shorter than Lucifer, not a surprise, with short hair, but there was something...off about him.

The man started to squirm under Lucifer’s gaze when the fallen angel took a deep look at the man’s soul.

Corruption and guilt were visible...but also the desire to do better. Right now, he would go straight to Hell with no ticket upstairs insight.

“No, I’m waiting.”

The detective blinked, and Lucifer felt his unease to stay in his presence, yet Detective-Boy stood his ground which caused Lucifer to smirk.

Detective-Boy shifted from one foot to the other and tried to put an intimidating expression on his face...and Lucifer huffed into his coffee, or he would start to laugh.

“Listen, we have lots of stuff to do and don’t have time to have someone standing around here who shouldn’t be here. So tell me why you are here, and I can bring you to the Detective responsible for your case.”

Lucifer was about to answer when he suddenly felt the storm tug on his hidden wings. There was no need for him to turn around to know that she had finally found him.

“It’s okay, Dan. I’ll take care of him.”

Turning halfway around, Lucifer was about to greet her, properly and all, when the Detective spoke once more.

“Chloe...He’s one of your witnesses?”

Chloe? Who the Hell was Chloe?

Next to Lucifer, the Huntress rolled her eyes at Dan as she had called him only moments okay, and that was when it dawned on Lucifer that Chloe was her name.

“Yes and no. Dan, that’s Lucifer Morningstar. Lucifer, that’s Dan. One of my coworkers.”

The way she emphasized the word coworker was something Lucifer had heard often enough, especially from women.

Dan turned a bit white around the eyes when he heard Lucifer’s name, and the Devil couldn’t keep himself from giving the poor sod his biggest grin...full of teeth and almost no hidden threat, but Lucifer was no peasant, and so he offered Dan his hand, currently not holding his coffee.

“My pleasure...Dan.”

Dan gulped nervously and accepted Lucifer’s offered handshake with a weak one of his own.

“Lucifer...like the….”

Nodding enthusiastically, Lucifer may have used a bit too much strength while shaking poor Dan’s hand, but he loved playing with him.

“Yes, exactly, like the Devil himself in flesh and Prada.”

Next to him, the Huntress coughed to hide her laughter, which gave Dan the distraction he seemed to need to take his eyes off Lucifer.

“Hey Chloe, what I wanted to ask you….Would you like to go out with me this Friday? Just drinks and maybe a burger, nothing fancy.”

The sudden rise of energy between the three of them was nothing Lucifer had anticipated, but he was sure he could actually taste the Huntress' annoyance in the air. A taste of clear air during the first hour after a powerful storm had turned the world upside down.

“Dan...I’ve already told you that I have no interest in going on a date with you, and this decision still stands.”

Something like impatience ran over Dan’s face for no longer than a second, but Lucifer had seen it, and the same jealous beast as last night when Maze had taunted him raised its ugly head.

Covering her in his wing while keeping said wing on its plane of existence so no mortal could see them, Lucifer hoped she felt his feathers brush against her back and shoulder. Instead, her reaction was instant with the way she seemed to lean against his feathers with a subtle shift of her stance, and Lucifer wanted to groan at the feeling of her power bleeding into his feathers where they touched her skin.

Taking another sip from his coffee, Lucifer considered adding more Bourbon to his coffee as he watched the play in front of him.

Detective-Boy seemed to be at a loss what to do now that the Huntress had declined his date invitation, and even the jealous beast in Lucifer’s mind had stopped snarling and retreated far enough just to watch.

“Chloe...I just…”

Rolling his eyes at Detective-Boy’s stammering to explain himself, Lucifer was about to take another sip from his coffee...when the Huntress stole his coffee right out of his hand only to take a deep swing...before she pulled a face and stared at the stolen mug in her hand.

“Damn it, Lucifer...why is there Bourbon in this coffee?” She stared, almost offended, at the coffee before she handed it back to Lucifer.

Grinning, Lucifer fished his flask out of the pocket of his jacket, unscrewed it and added another swing of Bourbon to his coffee.

“It’s actually Bourbon with coffee, and I’m still surprised that you can’t order this drink right over the tablet here in LA. You might think you could in a city living off legal and illegal fun 24/7. My apologies for not warning you about my style of coffee, Huntress.”

She rolled her eyes at Lucifer, and that was the moment Detective-Boy spoke again.

“Hold on...do you two know each other?”

A deep frown on the other man’s face made Lucifer almost grin if not for the burning jealousy he could feel from Detective-Boy.

“Don’t worry, Dan. The Huntress and I go back ages, whole lifetimes, you might say. I remember it as if it was just yesterday that she pointed her weapon at me, but I have to say that our last meeting in London was my favourite. The way you put my sister in her place was magnificent!”

The Huntress covered her eyes with her hand while he exhaled loudly...before she slapped Lucifer against the shoulder, and even the Devil winced when a goddess punched him.

“Ouch...what was that for?”

Puzzled, Lucifer looked at her, and when she glared at him over her fingers still covering her face, Lucifer felt like he was falling into her eyes. Bottomless pits, but whenever he was close to ending in pieces, the wind would carry him back up, and he would fall again into the abyss with his wings unable to withstand the storm.

The feeling filled Lucifer only for the duration of a heartbeat, but it felt...endless all the same.

“Let’s go, Lucifer. We still have some work to do before we can celebrate the day with Bourbon. With or without coffee.”

Grinning, Lucifer pulled back, folded his wings behind his back and turned around to leave the building.

“After you, Huntress.”

She rolled her eyes at him again before she spared one last glance at Detective-Boy.

“As I’ve already said, Dan, I’m not interested, and if you excuse us now, we have a killer to hunt.”

She walked the stairs up with confidence gained through lifetimes, or maybe because of her true nature as a Goddess. Still, Lucifer followed her without another word, and the prospect of their hunt called his own nature as a Punisher to the forefront of his being.

Neither Goddess nor Devil realized that their true natures had started to bleed through their carefully cultivated human appearance as they left the precinct side by side. Her storm made the lights flicker all around them, and a silhouette of Lucifer’s wings let his shadow grew in a way that forced humans to stay away while Hellfire turned his usual dark-brown eyes into the colour of blood.

Just for a moment, the humans of the mortal realm were able to catch a small glimpse of the truth, that they were nothing but fireflies dancing between the trees at night while the titans who had shaped the universe walked among them.

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They hit the precinct’s parking lot, and Lucifer grinned when he saw the car the Huntress was approaching with long steps.

“Finally, someone with good taste in cars! And these colours! Lucifer likes!”

He wasn’t looking at her right now but at the car, and yet he could feel her rolling her eyes at him.

“Why do you think I got her back in the 70ths when they released this model? You should have seen the scandalized faces of the idiots when I brought this beauty. Apparently, being a woman disqualifies me for driving a car like this.”

She huffed in annoyance before she opened the door and slid into the driver’s seat with used practice.

Lucifer allowed himself a moment more to appreciate the car’s beauty and elegance.

A 1970 black and red Chevrolet Chevelle SS. Black with red racing stripes, and she got it because it reminded her of him. Smirking, Lucifer trailed his fingers over the pristine black of the flowing rear.

A car with character and elegance dressed in black, red and gleaming chrome.

He hopped into the passenger seat with a grin still plastered to his face.

“So...this is your kind of family chrome-jewels?”

The Huntress had one hand on the steering wheel and turned the key around with the other. The engine roared to life while she laughed so hard she had to lean her head against the steering wheel.

It took her a minute or two to calm down again, and afterwards, she looked at Lucifer with tears in her eyes from laughing so hard.

“Family chrome-jewels?”

Nodding, Lucifer gestured around the car.

“What else do you want to call it? I’m sure you had to come up with some kind of explanation since you’ve owned this beauty for almost 50 years, and you definitely don’t look as if you were close to dying of old age.”

Snorting, she let the engine roar once before they hit the street, and Lucifer almost didn’t care where they were going.

“How charming of you, Lucifer. You do know that you are not much younger than me, don’t you?”

Gasping in fake shock, Lucifer placed his hand on his chest.

“How dare you call me old!? I don’t look any older than a few billion years, and that’s actually the reason for my retirement here in LA. One needs to enjoy their good years while they can, and LA always offers the right kind of parties and narcotics.”

It was good they were waiting for a traffic light to switch to green because the Huntress whipped her head so fast that even Lucifer couldn’t track her moving before she stared at him with eyes the colours of Sodalite.

“You retired from...ruling Hell?”

There were no emotions in her voice, but her eyes were far from her mortal hue.

Holding her unearthly gaze, Lucifer nodded while he let his Hellfire show in his eyes.

“I did. It got boring a long time ago, and I realized that Hell doesn’t need a Warden any more thanks to the spark of your storm you gave me during our meeting in London.”

The Huntress was about to reply when someone slammed down on his signal-horn behind them, and a long and angry honk irritated her.

Growling, she turned halfway around and looked over her shoulder. Her inhuman eyes flashed with lightning at the driver behind them, and Lucifer watched the human pale before he decided to use the other lane to pass them.

Blinking, she turned back around and focused once more on the street than on Lucifer before she started to speak again.

“What did you mean when you said I gave a spark of my storm? I can’t remember gifting you something like that back in London.”

The way she said “gifting” instead of “giving” made Lucifer realize that she would have given him a part of her storm had he ever asked for it.

“Back in London, when you revealed yourself to my sister and me, your wings of lightning touched my wings and...a part of your lightning seemed to overleap from your wings to mine, and it kinda stuck between my feathers. When I returned to Hell after you left to chase the killer, a part of the lightning let go of my wings. Since then, a storm rages in the sky in Hell with its eyes always right over my throne. Since then, there hadn’t been any need to punch the demons back in line, well, except for Maze, but I took her with me after all. So I decided to leave Hell and my throne behind and come to Earth. It’s way more fun here anyway. My brother Amenadiel actually showed up yesterday, before everything went to Hell anyway, to tell me to go back to do daddy’s bidding and sit on Hell’s throne like a good little Devil. Too bad I’m literally out of fucks and showed my brother who has the bigger wings, newsflash - I do, and then I told him to sod off because I have a party to plan. Well, you know how this plan ended….”

She didn’t answer with her eyes glued to the road ahead of them, but she suddenly had her hand at his jacket, and before he could encourage her to grope him somewhere lower, she had fished his flask of Bourbon out of his jacket.

Without looking, she unscrewed the flask, lifted it to her lips and drank it empty in three long gulps before she handed it back to Lucifer still without looking at him.

“Feeling better after stealing my best Bourbon?”

He got no answer, and when he still hadn’t gotten one, when they reached a huge white mansion, Lucifer started to worry.

“Huntress?”

Finally, she turned around after killing the engine and looked at him with her eyes once more of her mortal hue.

“Chloe.”

Frowning, Lucifer looked at her with a question on the tip of his tongue before he remembered that the Detective-Boy back at the precinct had called her that as well.

“That’s a boring name for a Goddess like you.”

She smiled and touched her hand to his face. Her fingers were warm on his skin while she let her fingers drag once again over his jawline as if she tried to imprint the lines of his face in her mind.

“And yet it is the name I chose for this life. I had many names during my time on Earth, but this one reminded me of our first meeting. Maybe this is the Universe’s kind of joke that I pick a name which goes back to ancient Greece when the Devil himself decides to retire and open a nightclub nowhere else but in the city of angels.”

Chuckling, Lucifer wrapped his fingers around the bracelet on her right wrist and felt the softness of his own feather on his palm despite the protective magic placed on it. He was about to reply to her statement that the Universe had no sense of humour when she kept speaking.

“And Lucifer? I didn’t give you a spark of my storm intentionally. It was more an...accident on my part. I didn’t mean to mark you back then.”

Leaning closer without letting go of her wrist, Lucifer heard the longing in her voice, and the scent of rain drowned out everything else in the car.

“Does it mean you want to mark me now, Chloe?”

Her expression turned into stone, but he saw how she took a deep breath and held it, but the distinctive sound of thunder gave Lucifer all the answers he needed.

He pulled her closer with his grip on her wrist and slammed his mouth to hers. It wasn’t really a kiss as it felt like they were marking each other in the only possible way while parking in public without risking an official complaint from the neighbours.

Still, Lucifer was more than ready to charm his way out of every complaint from a sexually deprived housewife when it meant he could get into her pants. However, Lucifer found himself suddenly pushed back hard by her hand on his chest.

She was panting hard, and Lucifer couldn’t keep a deep growl to himself.

“No, Lucifer.”

Still growling, Lucifer couldn’t keep the Hellfire out of his eyes, and it was still a thrill to see that she could look directly into his eyes without succumbing to fear and madness.

“You are not going back to Hell, Lucifer?”

Shaking his head, Lucifer suddenly felt too cramped into the car as his wings wanted to stretch until he could wrap them to hold Chloe close.

“I have no plans to return to Hell. As I said, your storm prevents anyone from leaving Hell, and I think even a true summoning won’t get any demons out of Hell anymore. Any demon needs to be flown out by me because your storm won’t allow it. Maybe it was an accident on your part to give me a spark of your storm, but Chloe…you set me free and allowed me to leave my eternal punishment behind.”

It dawned on Lucifer that he had used her name of this time, even when it was a boring name, and suddenly he understood the way she had said his own name back at the lake when they met for the first time.

Her name had a taste to it, strength, and a feeling of rightness came with saying her name.

“When this case is over, and your friend’s soul is put to rest, we’ll go back to the marking part, Lucifer. The intentionally marking part.”

With these words, Chloe left the car, and Lucifer was about to follow her as fast as possible...only to stop when he realized his rather prominent problem.

Looking down at his crotch, Lucifer tried to will his hard-as-a-rock dick back down, but the promise of tonight’s activities made it kinda hard to get his dick back under control.

Growling, he looked at Chloe, who was already at the stairs leading up to the mansion...and the damn minx only winked at him with a smile before she vanished inside the house.

Leaning back into the seat, Lucifer smiled to himself, but his mind only conjured more images of intentionally marking. So the Devil remained on his spot pressed against soft black leather and already considering what he could do to a literal goddess to make her lose it completely.

…

The longer they needed to gather evidence and clues, the more impatient both of them became.

They wanted this case over for several reasons, but humans and their tendency to lie made it unnecessarily difficult and annoying.

Lucifer almost threw one of their potential killers out of the window, and Chloe didn’t call him out or told him to back off while he held the idiot over the edge with nothing but his ridiculous golden necklace. No, she didn’t ask him to pull the idiot back off the edge, but she went as far as to question the idiot while Lucifer held him in place with ease.

The more evidence they kept collecting, the clearer it became that Delilah’s manager had something to do with her sudden death by Lucifer’s side.

It was time that Jimmy Barnes would learn about the wrath of a Goddess and the fury of the Devil.

Chapter Text

They found Jimmy Barnes in his recording studio, which made the whole chase all too boring. He said so to Chloe, and his Huntress looked at him with the eyes of a predator before she nodded.

Ever since their little scene in the car, she had been on edge just like Lucifer.

It was like their earlier conversation was looming over them, dark clouds at the horizon filled with anticipation and desire. Lucifer understood Chloe’s hesitation back there in Constantinople. As much as he hated it back then, he understood it. Lucifer had to return to Hell at some point, and pursuing more at this point would have hurt them more than anything else but now...Now there was no need to hold back anymore.

Hell was closed for permanent maintenance, they found each other again and again through different points in human history, and it felt so right to Lucifer like nothing else in his long life.

It was the moment their suspect, Jimmy, drew his gun and pointed the damn thing at Chloe that Lucifer was pulled out of his head.

Growling, Lucifer was about to step forward as he felt the Hellfire start to boil in his blood, but Chloe’s hand around his arm stopped him.

Their eyes met for a moment, but it was enough for the idiot to pull the trigger.

The bullet hit Chloe right in the shoulder, but the goddess merely grunted and stood her ground. Something like a shock raced through Lucifer’s body, and now he didn’t contain the Hellfire raging in his blood.

While Chloe pulled the bullet out of her shoulder, thankfully without any blood covering her skin, Lucifer put himself between Jimmy and Chloe.

The human struggled in Lucifer’s grip as he threw the man against the mirror behind him, and Jimmy trembled in fear when he saw the Hellfire in Lucifer’s eyes.

“You know what, little cretin? You don’t get to shoot at Her and leave without proper punishment.”

Lucifer turned the man around with his arm wrapped around Jimmy’s throat before dropping his human appearance.

Red flesh, burning and scared, marked his face while Hellfire danced in his eyes with the only goal to show Jimmy his designated place in Hell once his time on Earth was over. The man struggled and screamed in Lucifer’s grip, but the Devil didn’t let go and relished in the man’s screams for mercy that would never come for him. No god would ever come to save him from the Devil’s wrath, but it was the soft touch of a goddess who brought the Devil back before he went too far.

“It’s okay, Lucifer, let him go. Your duty here is done, and so is mine. You can let go of him now.”

Snarling, Lucifer let go of Jimmy and spared him no glance as the Devil had only eyes for the goddess next to him.

Chloe looked at him with eyes of Sodalite and lightning marking her eyes.

“My beautiful Devil, so wrathful and burning...just for me.”

Her fingers were cool on his ever-burning skin when she touched the blemished skin on his face, and yet it felt perfect to him.

There was still a whimpering human being at their feet while hiding his face from both of them, and Lucifer never felt so other than during this moment.

He was neither angel nor devil but something else when the goddess pressed her cool lips against his. There was no scent of fire and ashes surrounding him but those of the ocean and the rain with the wind howling around them.

When Lucifer felt the Hellfire in his body dim down, he became aware that his human appearance had returned, and so had hers...but she was trapped between the broken mirror and the hard line of Lucifer’s body.

Chloe’s own eyes had returned to their usual colour, but her lips were red from the harsh kiss they shared only moments ago. Next to him, cowering on the floor, was their killer Jimmy Barnes whimpering and crying as he tried to make himself as small as possible.

“I’ll call the precinct to send someone over to pick him up. I have to do some paperwork to wrap this case up, but I’ll need your statement as well, Lucifer.”

Huffing, Lucifer stepped back and gave Chloe more room to move, but he couldn’t stop himself from smirking when she pulled the handcuffs out.

She rolled her eyes at him while she held the phone to her ear.

Walking out to wait outside for their backup, Lucifer leaned against the Chevelle. Now that he knew they were on the same page, even the Devil could show patience.

Tonight they would dance the most primal dance.

…

It felt like forever before backup arrived, and his rising annoyance told Lucifer that he was reaching the end of his patience. He wanted to leave this place behind and the day to end on his terms.

Detective-Boy was approaching him with a frown on his, and Lucifer couldn’t keep a smirk off his face.

“What the Hell are you doing here?”

Still leaning against the Chevelle, Lucifer regarded the Detective with a smirk.

“Vacation, actually. Hell gets boring after a few thousand millennia.”

The Detective-Boy glared at him and was about to reply when Lucifer felt the Huntress leave the building with their prey. The second their prey spotted the Devil, Jimmy Barnes started to scream and tried to struggle free from the Huntress’ hold, but his attempts were futile.

Turning around, Lucifer pushed himself off the car and walked towards the Huntress and regarded Jimmy with a flash of Hellfire in his eyes.

“Behave little cretin, or I’ll send my demon to pay you a visit long before you arrive down in Hell.”

Jimmy stopped struggling, but his legs gave out under him as well, and it was only the Huntress’ iron grip that helped him upright.

Snarling, Chloe pulled Jimmy back to his feet, but the man went down like stone again, and so she let go of him and stared angrily at Lucifer.

“You had to scare him out of his mind, didn't you?”

Shrugging with his shoulders, Lucifer enjoyed the lick of the storm against his senses as it tasted purely of her.

“He’ll end up in a dark hole anyway, darling. Let’s get him used to it.”

Now she glared at him and pointed at the catatonic man on the ground but couldn’t say something.

“What happened to him anyway?”

Detective-Boy stood suddenly between them and looked down at Jimmy Barnes with unease all over his face…and Jimmy Barnes started to scream again.

“THE DEVIL. HE’S THE DEVIL.”

Rolling his eyes, Lucifer leaned down at the screaming man who tried to get more space between himself and the fallen angel.

“Bloody Hell, I’m used to people throwing themselves at my feet, but you are quite the cherry on top, which is usually my spot.”

But Jimmy Barnes only stared back at Lucifer with wide and fearful eyes while he tried to crawl backwards.

Next to Lucifer, Chloe sighed heavily before she reached into her pocket and threw the key to the Chevelle at Lucifer.

“Thanks, Lucifer. That wasn’t necessary. You’ll take my car and follow Dan and me back to the precinct. I’m not sure he won’t try to throw himself out of the car in the state you put him in, Lucifer.”

Catching the key, he suddenly felt bad because he could hear something like disappointment in her voice.

“As you wish, Huntress. I’m going to be a good little Devil from now on.”

She snorted and looked at him with amusement in her eyes before she pulled Jimmy back to his feet with a strength Detective-Boy didn’t seem to expect from her as he kept staring at her.

“You never let someone even touch your car, and now you allow him to drive it?”

Lucifer watched Chloe move their killer into the back of Detective-Boy’s police cruiser, and the whole car shook when she slammed the door shut.

“First, It’s her and not it, Dan. Second, as Lucifer has already said, we’ve known each other for a long time, and I trust him with my car. Third, he knows very well he’ll be the one getting punished should there be even one scratch on my car.”

Leering when she looked at him at the last part of her statement, Lucifer held his hands up with his wrists touching each other.

“Would there be handcuffs involved, my wrathful Huntress?”

She didn’t even look back at him when she opened the cruiser’s passenger door.

“Get in the car, Lucifer, and find out just how wrathful I can be when you damage my car.”

…

Nothing happened on their way back to the precinct, and Chloe vanished for over an hour, and when she returned, she told Lucifer to drive back home.

“I informed the Lieutenant about what happened with Jimmy Barnes, but the second I mentioned your name, she told me your statement isn’t necessary as our killer confessed everything. I’m not going to ask why the Lieutenant is so keen on keeping you out of this, Lucifer, but I still have some paperwork to do to wrap this case up. You should go home now, Lucifer.”

The disappointment was heavy in Lucifer’s blood all of a sudden, and even his wings ached by the mere thought of leaving her right now.

The Huntress didn’t look around before she stepped closer to him until he could feel her lightning against his skin.

“Just for now, Lucifer. It’ll take some time for the boring paperwork to be done. But, I promise to come back to Lux when I’m done here. I give you my word, Lucifer.”

Looking down at her, Lucifer realized once again how small she was compared to him, and yet the strength and the power of a goddess raged under her skin and right now, Lucifer was able to see a part of this storm churn in her eyes as her human hue slipped away just for him to see.

Leaning in close, Lucifer was aware that they were standing right in the middle of the precinct with her coworkers all around them, but she didn’t seem to care about it and yet...he didn’t close the minute space between them to kiss her.

“Until tonight then, my Huntress.”

She smiled and pulled Lucifer down by the lapels of his jacket. The lips met in a sweet kiss, and it felt like he was sealing a deal with her.

He would seal every kind of deal with her just to keep her by his side.

“Until tonight, my fallen angel.”

Chapter Text

Night has fallen over the city of angels, but the fallen angel overseeing the city from the heights of his penthouse couldn’t enjoy the view as he usually could.

The sounds below annoyed him, the electric light hid his stars, and even his favourite Bourbon didn’t taste as good as it used to be while his wings itched and his feathers scratched against each other with a metallic sound.

Lucifer tried to be patient, tried not to think too hard about her, why she still wasn’t here with him, and why she hadn’t called him.

Huffing, Lucifer emptied his drink and placed his glass on the small tablet on his balcony before he walked back inside.

Sitting down at the bench of his piano, Lucifer loosened another button of his dress shirt before he pulled his cufflinks out and rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. No reason to stay formal when he was alone at home.

Closing his eyes, Lucifer placed his fingers on the keys and tried to focus on the music instead of how...hopeless he suddenly felt. He knew that he had nothing to offer she couldn’t find somewhere else. She was a goddess, powerful, endless and an ever-raging storm.

What could a fallen angel possibly offer to a goddess like her?

He was the Devil after all, and until her, he never dreaded what he had become after his fall. He knew himself and knew what he had done in the past, and yet...he wanted to be a better man, a better angel for her.

His music started to reflect his anger, his pain, his...anguish. She had given him a glimpse of what could be, and now he had to wait and while feeling like he was breaking apart.

Lucifer could see the reflection of his own glowing eyes in the shiny black of his piano. Why was she causing these...feelings in him?

The music he created gave voice to his anger while he wanted to roar at the Heavens and beyond to demand answers no one, but she could give him.

He had tasted the storm and felt the thunder and the lightning after an eternity of fire and sulfur. Lucifer wanted to hold on to the lightning until he became one with it, but this was beyond desire and want and all about pure need.

Lucifer had never needed someone by his side, not even Mazikeen, who had stood by his side since the beginning of his punishment. Still, he would kneel for Her should she demand it, and he would do so with a smile on his face because he needed her to need him, to choose him over all the other deities out there.

The Devil was so caught in his play and his thoughts that he didn’t notice how the night became darker and how the wind started to roar around the building that was his Tower of Sin at the heart of the city of angels.

The Devil was still ruling his earthly domain from yet another throne high up in the sky.

“I’m sorry for being late.”

Startled, Lucifer stopped his play and looked up in the direction of the balcony.

There she stood...with her wings of lightning illuminating her in a way only a goddess could shine. Otherworldly against the skyline of Los Angeles.

There were so many things Lucifer wanted to say, so many words he wanted to speak to her after he had tortured himself for so long after the sun had vanished behind the horizon while the one being he desired the most still wasn’t by his side.

“I was worried.”

She smiled while she tilted her head aside in her typical feline way of moving.

“I’m sorry. Work kept me busy. You really put Jimmy Barne’s mind into the gutter. He was admitted to a psychiatric ward because he wouldn’t stop screaming about you being the Devil.”

Chuckling, Lucifer was about to reach for his drink, usually placed on top of his piano, only to remember that he left his glass outside.

“That’s very unfortunate for him. Care for a drink?”

She shook her head while she stepped into his home, but she didn’t retract her wings, and Lucifer watched arcs of lightning hit the dark marble of his floor. Each strike cast a small light into the room, but its light wasn’t warm or welcoming; it spoke of destruction and annihilation.

Lucifer itched with the desire to let his fingers drag through the lightning of which her wings were made. What would it feel like?

He kept sitting in front of his piano when she stepped up to him, and with him sitting, their height difference was close to nothing. Her presence surrounded him, and once again, it reminded Lucifer of the eye of the storm raging in Hell with him sitting on his throne at the center, but now he was facing the storm itself.

Her lightning wings flared out behind her, and even with his wings hidden in their own pocket dimension, Lucifer felt her wings’ energy crawling over his feathers until it reached his back. He shuddered in delight when he felt her so close to his soul.

“What is it you truly desire, Lucifer?”

Huffing in amusement at her words, Lucifer met her eyes while everything else around him started to bleed away until only she remained.

“You. You by my side for all eternity.”

She smiled, and Lucifer felt the memories of standing next to his father, the creator of his realm, pale in comparison to her smile because this was just for him.

Her fingers were soft and warm on his skin when she followed the lines of his face and down his throat until she could feel his heart hammering in his chest. Yet, her touch felt fleeting, barely there and almost gone like grains of sand between his fingers.

Growling, Lucifer got up from his place on the bench and lifted her up with an around grip around her middle. Now standing, their faces were still at the height, and Lucifer spread out his own wings as an answer to her displaying the full width of her wings to him.

The wind coming from the open balcony doors made Lucifer’s feathers rustle softly, but her wings were completely silent, yet their energy never stopped moving. Devil and Goddess stared at each other, and while a different part of Lucifer yearned for an answer from her, he understood that if they just could have this night, he would make the best out of it.

Their kiss started slow, almost tame...until she pressed her wings against the underside of Lucifer’s wings.

Groaning, the feeling of the storm against his wings was unlike anything Lucifer had ever felt.

There was a power behind her touch, and the feeling of the wind and rain against his feathers, and Lucifer leaned his wings into the touch of her wings. The Goddess in his arms shuddered at the touch, and when her teeth grazed his bottom lip, Lucifer felt a sharp sting of pain which made him gasp in surprise.

Turning them around, Lucifer sat her down on top of his piano and suddenly, her hands were all over him.

She showed no mercy to his waistcoat and dress shirt, but Lucifer was more than happy to sacrifice a set of Prada to the eager hands of the Goddess in front of him.

The ripped garment fell down around them, and the strength in her touch that made him actually feel something made Lucifer groan in pleasure while he tried to get her shirt off. Then, breaking their kiss, Lucifer leaned back, wings held against his now naked back as he pulled her shirt over her head and her underwear followed shortly.

Now naked on top, both stared at each other.

Chloe leaned back on his piano, and the contrast of her bright wings and sun-kissed skin against the blackness of his piano was something that would fuel Lucifer’s fantasy for ages.

Their hands met in urgency at her belt, and Lucifer couldn’t keep his wings from flapping in annoyance when her belt refused to operate at once. She battered his hands away and opened her belt herself while he decided that her boots needed to go as well.

When she was finally naked in front of him, Lucifer pulled her closer to the edge of his piano and was about to kiss her when a hard grip on his hair stopped him.

Her eyes flashed in hunger, and her growl echoed in the thunder outside, but Lucifer merely smirked when she pushed his head down the length of her body where she wanted to feel him.

Kneeling on the floor, Lucifer lead her legs over his shoulders until her calves met the backside of his wings, where they grew out of his back. Then, snaking his arms around her thighs, Lucifer wasted no time when the tugging on his hair became even more demanding until it became almost painful.

His first taste was once more of the hour after the rain, clear air and fresh water.

His second taste was of the moment before the storm would break loose and throw the world into darkness while wind and rain whipped against the windows while lightning split the sky apart, and thunder shook the earth.

His third taste made Lucifer groan, the Goddess under his tongue moaned loudly and stretched her lithe body out on top of his piano with her wings draped over it like a moving blanking, and her legs became like a vice around his head.

Chuckling, Lucifer listened to every little sound she made, and it was like music to him.

When he lapped at her folds, she made a broken sound that would turn into a gasp when he closed his lips around her clit. Her wings flapped and twitched, and when her lightning touched his feathers, it was like a shock to Lucifer’s system.

Chloe's sound became needier with every new touch of his tongue, but she kept tugging on Lucifer’s hair until a sharp tug made his eyes water with pain. Then, growling himself, Lucifer nipped sharply at soft flesh, and her grip loosened...and Lucifer pushed two of his long fingers into her and arched his fingers up against her soft flesh.

Looking up, Lucifer watched her bow off the piano and her wings arced up at the ceiling. Lightning erupted from her wings and illuminated the penthouse while the sound of thunder was loud outside, and Lucifer felt its power vibrate deep in his bones.

Slowing down his ministrations, Lucifer watched her chest rise and fall with deep breaths, but slowly she regained control over her body, and when she loosened her grip on his hair and her legs around his head, Lucifer slowly started to get up.

Placing a kiss to her inner thigh, Lucifer leaned over her still shivering body. Her wings kept twitching, and while Lucifer yearned to touch her wings, so unlike his own, he merely braced his hands on both sides of her body and waited for her to look at him.

When her breathing finally evened out, she opened her eyes, and Lucifer was surprised to see something wild and feral dance in her eyes. When she reached out for him, Lucifer leaned closer until she wrapped her right arms around his neck until her bracelet touched his shoulder.

She hummed low, a deep and sated sound when she rubbed her face against his throat and pressed her naked body against his semi-clothed one.

“You are addictive, Lord of the Underworld.”

Chuckling, Lucifer leaned down when she pulled back from his throat and gave her the kiss she demanded without words.

It was a slow kiss, almost soothing as the fire between them was now burning differently. Still hot but not all-consuming anymore now that he had tasted her for real for the first time as she fell apart under his tongue.

“Speak for yourself, Goddess of the Storm, because you taste divine, my Huntress.”

Pulling back when she pushed against his chest so she could sit up, the Goddess in his arms still held him tight with her grip around his neck and yet Lucifer didn’t feel trapped.

“I will demand more of your addictive tongue, Lucifer.”

Leering at her, Lucifer wrapped his own arms around her and held her against his chest as he stepped back from the piano. He would never be able to play his beloved instrument without remembering her taste on his tongue.

“You don’t even need to ask to get your next fix of addictive-me, Chloe.”

The smirk he saw on her face rivalled his own, and a loud clap of thunder outside told him more than words could ever do.

Still with her in his arms, Lucifer crossed the short distance between the piano and his bedroom, but he stopped at the stairs leading up to his bedroom.

“Your wings, pull them in.”

Chuckling, Chloe did as he asked, and he was about to do the same with his own...but suddenly he could feel too hot fingers drag lazily through his plumage, and Lucifer had to stop between the stairs and his bed.

His wings snapped out on their own accord, and the Huntress in his arms chuckled darkly as she kept up with her ministration of his feathers.

“Your wings are so different from mine...strong but so soft, and yet I know you can use them as weapons should the need arise. I could spend hours touching your wings, Lucifer.”

Shuddering at the mere thought of her grooming his wings and just this small thought was almost enough for him cum into his pants like a bloody teenager.

“I will be utterly useless to you if you keep this up, darling.”

Too blue eyes met his own, and Lucifer tried to keep himself together as she kept her fingers firmly pressed into his feathers.

“Like you can’t be useful to me even when you can’t keep up with me, poor angel.”

The smirk she now wore on her face was one Lucifer knew all too well because he liked to use it when his partners tried to keep up with him and failed.

Growling, Lucifer put her back down on his feet and started to hurry to free himself from his shoes and pants, but his hands shook hard when she dragged her fingers over his long primary feathers during her slow round around him while he kept undressing.

“You are made from perfection, Lucifer.”

 Lifting his wings, Lucifer didn’t even try to hide his pride at her words while she skimmed her fingers over his naked flesh and feathers.

“I can assure you that I’m quite perfect at other things as well.”

Her laughter was like the sounds of the bells back in Heaven...when they would call the angels to an orgy and the temptation of the flesh and nothing else but pure sin and debauchery.

“Of that, I have no doubt, Lucifer. How about you show me your other...things?”

Flapping his wings, Lucifer picked her up once more, only to place her down in the middle of his bed. Her wings snapped out again but had become strangely still, flashing arcs of light behind her body illuminating the black silk and the whole bed.

Their earlier urgency had toned down, and Lucifer felt himself desire not just a quick and dirty rut between his dark sheets, but he wanted to lose himself in her.

Unsure where to place his hands as she hadn’t indicated that she wanted him to touch her wings, Lucifer used his wings to hold himself above her through sheer muscle strength and control while he let his hands wander over her skin.

Warm and soft, utterly feminine and but with an underlying strength that spoke to him, yet he could feel the same otherness lurking under her skin that he was always below his own.

The proof that they weren’t human, even with their wings hidden, they could appear human until they would drop the act and let their fire and storm leak through their carefully woven appearance.

The longer he took to learn her body, the more impatient she became, and when her hand snapped out with the speed and aim of a cobra, Lucifer felt her hold onto his feathers while her eyes flashed blue.

“Enough now, Lucifer.”

A loud clap of thunder outside underlined her growled demand. A goddess of the hunt demanding her sacrifice and any other time Lucifer would have smirked, made an innuendo, but he felt that they both had reached a point where only one thing could calm their inner beasts.

Reaching out, Lucifer buried his fingers in her wings, and the lightning stuck his arms and ran over his skin until his skin looked like he was holding a storm in his hands without the desire to let go even when he would end up burned and hurt.

Under him, Chloe moaned the second his fingers reached her wings, and while he felt the cool material of his silk sheets under his hands, Lucifer felt like she was surrounding him like the wind mid-flight.

She wrapped her legs around his hips while her wings arched up and created a moving curtain made of bright light around them, and Lucifer lowered his wings until his feathers touched her lightning.

There was nothing to lean his wings against, yet he felt her touch in every feather, and when he finally pushed into her, Lucifer reached a point of no return.

Snarling, Lucifer kneeled on his bed and pulled her against his body until she was in his lap before he started to thrust.

Lucifer always has to hold himself back, tone down his strength and true desires because of who and what he was, but there was no need to hold back with her. He couldn’t hurt her, but the sparks of pain she inflicted on his flesh with her strength were something he enjoyed down to his deepest being.

Groaning, Lucifer let all self-imposed restrictions fall away and took her with all of his strength, all of his skill of a master seducer. Her sounds of pleasure were like music; her wings lost their form altogether and spread out from her as if wild lightning strikes filled his bedroom again and again. Her nails left red marks on his skin, and when Lucifer pushed a hand between their bodies to bring her over the edge once more, she muffed her sounds of pleasure by burying her teeth between his shoulder and neck.

The sharp spark of pain was such a surprise that Lucifer lost his rhythm, and his wings flared out wide behind him. The energy filling his bedroom clung to his wings, and he found himself surrounded by the pure essence of the Goddess in his bed as she let go.

There was a purity in pleasure that Lucifer had always understood. In the throes of pleasure, nothing mattered but pleasure, and how much one can feel before the flood would take them under and one would resurface and bask in the remaining peaceful feeling.

Their union was unlike this; no purity and no peace were waiting at the end.

The kiss she pressed to his lips when she let go of everything that made her appear human was small and tame, lovely and almost shy...everything their orgasm was not.

It was powerful and bordered on violence. The Goddess in his arms demanded his release as her sacrifice and pleasure clouded his mind while the Hellfire in his body seemed to shine bright red through his eyes; Lucifer hadn’t felt so touched by divinity since he was kicked out of Heaven.

It wasn’t the cold, cruel touch he recalled, but this was hot and wild, untamed and chaotic, and during a second of clarity, he remembered her earlier words when she called him addictive...His mind didn’t allow him to form any coherent words, but this was everything he never asked for.

It was perfection.

Chapter Text

The night had passed, and the sun was already high in the sky.

Lucifer was sitting at his home bar dressed only on his favourite red silken pants while nursing a glass of Bourbon. For the first time in his long life, Lucifer felt tired and worn out after a night of sex and never thought he would enjoy this feeling so much.

His body felt heavy yet light and sated with his back covered in scratch marks that had already started to heal.

After their first round, they had rested for a bit before she pushed him to his back and rode him with a laziness that had made him grit his teeth because he wanted nothing else but to pound into her wet heat until she would lose herself again in the pleasure he had to offer.

Their next round turned into a game of exploration with fingers buried in wings, and Lucifer learned that her wings, even without a solid form, were as sensitive to touch as his own. He managed to get her off three times just by touching her wings.

She already promised him sweet revenge when she would groom his wings until he would lose his mind.

Lucifer was looking forward to this sweet torture inflicted by her hands.

After several more rounds, her storm wings flickered until they faded out of existence. Chloe murmured soft words in a language even Lucifer didn’t speak before she closed her eyes, burning in deepest blue from her powers, and fell asleep in his arms.

Covering and sheltering her sleeping forms under his wings had been like an old instinct to Lucifer, and he followed her into the dreamscape shortly after.

When Lucifer finally woke up, the sun was shining brightly into his bedroom, and so Lucifer was able to see the damage done to his bedroom by her lightning. Black scorch marks covered the places where her lightning hit the marble all around his bed, and Lucifer felt strangely proud.

He made a Goddess lose control until her strength left visible marks all around her.

Looking over to his bedroom, he couldn’t see her sleeping form from his position at the bar, but it felt...right to have her there.

In his bed, his home, his domain.

Getting up, Lucifer walked around the bar to replace the bottle of Bourbon he emptied while thinking, and that was when he noticed his guest’s presence.

The little black fea who led him through Constantinople sat at the other end of his bar with his fluffy tail wrapped around himself. Eyes of gold and copper watched Lucifer with too much intelligence...and their last meeting was almost a thousand years ago.

Meow

Greeting the cat that was no cat with his refilled glass, Lucifer pointed in the direction of his bedroom.

“Your mistress is still sleeping in my bed. Feel free to check on her, little shadow, but please mind my satin sheets and your claws.”

Meow

Sighing, Lucifer lifted his glass to take another sip...when the sound of feathered wings disturbed his peace.

Lucifer watched Amenadiel fold his wings away while walking into the living room as he had landed on the balcony.

“Lucifer, we need to talk.”

Rolling his eyes, Lucifer emptied his drink and refilled his glass without offering his brother a drink.

“Do we now, brother? I seem to remember telling you to get lost the last time we talked.”

Grinning at his scowling brother, Lucifer tried to stifle a yawn and failed utterly.

“Lucifer, what have you done this time?”

Growling, Lucifer started to feel annoyed by his brother’s presence.

“What I’ve done? I think you know quite well the mechanics of sex, and if not, I have a collection of movies you can watch to learn about it.”

Looking around, Lucifer tried to ignore his brother to look for his phone. He was starving, and ordering food seemed like a good idea. Sleep, food, shower, sex. Maybe he could talk her into shower sex even when he wasn’t sure if it would be a good idea to seduce his Goddess of the Storm with her wings of lightning under the shower.

“You don’t understand, Lucifer. Whatever you did last night, Lux was at the center of a storm covering the northern hemisphere. The storm was so powerful that even the foundation of the Silver City shook under its power.”

Spotting his phone under the piano, Lucifer passed his brother with a grunt before he crawled under the instrument to retrieve the small piece of technology. However, the second he touched the display, Lucifer realized that his phone was dead as a doornail.

Yawning again, Lucifer crawled out from under the piano only to look up at his brother’s thunderous expression.

“Brother, I wouldn’t even care when the Silver City crumbled to dust. Maybe you lads can build something functional the next time instead of something that looks like no one wants to live there.”

When Lucifer decided to check his landline, he was more than happy to hear a signal...before Amenadiel took the phone from his hand.

“Lucifer, you have to listen to me. Nothing on Earth should be able to make the Silver City shake like this. It’s a different realm! And yet you did something that caused such a storm that was able to cross the realms. This is dangerous, brother!”

Growling, Lucifer had difficulty holding onto his anger, and the Hellfire in his eyes showed it.

“As I’ve already said, brother, I don’t care, and what I do at my home is none of your business. However, the Silver City is still standing the way it seems, and if you could leave now, brother, I would like to order some breakfast before I go back to my bed and my guest.”

Amenadiel lost a bit of colour in his stoic face, and his eyes rushed over to Lucifer’s bedroom before his eyes went back to the Devil.

Growling, Lucifer was about to give his brother a colourful reply when a soft breeze went through his penthouse, and the smell of warm rain filled the room.

His Goddess had woken.

Moments later, she walked out of his bedroom wearing one of his dark purple dress shirts with the little fea on her arms.

His brother, momentarily forgotten, Lucifer pulled Chloe against his body once she placed her furry companion on top of the bar.

He pressed a kiss to her lips and captured the slight sound she made when they came together once more. His hand not holding his drink wandered over her body, and he growled low when he realized she was barred entirely under his shirt.

When they finally pulled back from each other, Lucifer looked into her eyes and saw the same tiredness as he felt and a smug proudness filled him because tiring an actual Goddess out was something not many could pull off.

“Good Morning, my Huntress. How was your night?”

She licked her lips while her eyes never left his face, and she leaned even closer to him. A slight shift of his leg and she would be able to rub herself against him, and the pictures of her taking her pleasure from him without holding back were still all too present in his mind.

“Exciting comes close, but human words can’t grasp what I felt last night.”

 He considered taking her right here, on top of the bar with her legs thrown over his shoulder, and she would be his breakfast, but a movement next to them forced another instinctual reaction from Lucifer.

Snapping his wings out, Lucifer curled one around her, soft where it touched her but a protective shield on the outside, while his other wing turned into a row of blades held in his brother’s direction.

“Brother, I’ve almost forgotten your presence. As you can see, we are quite busy here, and you are interrupting us. Leave.”

The Hellfire was still so close under his skin that Lucifer could feel his skin crack open, but for once, he didn’t care that the monster under his skin was about to break free. Instead, she had reached deeper into his soul than anyone before had been capable of doing so. She had seen all of him just like he had seen what she was beneath her human skin.

Chaos and destruction were woven into darkness enlightened by lightning like Lucifer had lit up the universe with his stars.

The soft hand on his chest was a stark contrast to the need for violence Lucifer felt. He looked away from Amenadiel and to the Goddess standing in front of him.

“It’s okay, my fallen Lightbringer. There is no need for violence. I’m sure your brother has good reasons to be here.”

Lucifer wanted to snarl when she mentioned his brother, but her soft touch grounded him enough that he was able to pull his wings against his back, and even the Hellfire wasn’t breaking his skin apart anymore.

Leaning into her touch, Lucifer’s smirk at his brother was almost sardonic while he spoke to her.

“It seems we managed to shake the foundation of the Silver City itself last night, Huntress. Amenadiel thought of visiting me to pester me with his little questions and accusations. We caused quite the storm and chaos last night.”

She rolled her eyes and stepped away from him to help herself to a drink while her little fea took a position on the bar between them and his brother.

Watching his brother, Lucifer realized that he had taken a step back and that he wasn’t taking his eyes off the Huntress...and if not for the fear in his brother’s eyes, Lucifer would have reacted differently to his brother’s stare.

“Amenadiel.”

His brother flinched when she spoke directly to him, and while Lucifer felt drawn to the strength in her, his brother wanted to get away from her as fast as possible.

“You know who and what I am, don’t you, Amenadiel?”

Nodding, Amenadiel and seemed to be rooted on his spot.

“You are our Father’s counterpart, destruction to his creating powers, and you are beginning of the end.”

She chuckled with amusement while she petted the little fea sitting in front of her while Lucifer asked himself where his brother gained this kind of knowledge.

“Yes and no, Amenadiel. You see, to keep a universe stable and everything within its limits alive, only one deity can exist within its limits. Which is the reason your father imprisoned your mother down in Hell and forced Lucifer to become Hell’s warden. One deity for each universe...and right now, I am the only deity in this universe. So why should I seek destruction when I finally found the light among the chaos your father created?”

Amenadiel was still processing her words when Lucifer already understood the meaning behind her words.

“When this universe can only substitute one deity, and you’ve been here for Millennia already, does it mean that our parents are gone? This universe is yours now?”

Lucifer didn’t know what to feel after this realization while Amenadiel staggered back in shock.

She looked at Lucifer with cold eyes, but it didn’t feel like he was the target of the coldness in her blue eyes.

“I didn’t realize it at first because, for some time, more than deity can exist in one universe, but with two deities already part of this universe, I shouldn’t have been able to stay as long as I did...and that’s when I realized it. I was the only God left.”

Nodding, Lucifer felt numb but also...enraged.

It was typical for his father to turn his back on everything after losing interest in it.

“What...is your part now that you are the only God left in this universe?”

Amenadiel had been forgotten by both of them, and the Huntress started coughing while taking a sip from her drink.

“My part? I have no part in this universe, Amenadiel. It basically runs itself, or you angels need to step up and take care of it. I literally don’t care and won’t interfere as long as this universe stays as it is. I am here for Lucifer, and because of him, I will stay. As you said it yourself, Amenadiel, I am a Destroyer, and there will come a time when it will be my purpose to devour this universe only to hunt down the next one. However, neither this universe nor those living in the Silver City need to exist in fear of me. I happen to like this universe and have plans to stay for a very long time.”

Lucifer heard her speak, and he felt a different kind of fire burn through his whole being. He took the glass from her hand, gulped down his favourite Bourbon like water and lifted her up only to have her sit down right on top of his bar.

“Then it only seems essential to declare me your first and only worshipper, Goddess of the Storm and Destruction, and I will spend every waking hour on my knees worshipping you if that’s what you desire.”

Her grin was outright devilish, and her hand in his hair was proof enough that she found his offer...acceptable.

“I never had my own worshippers but you...you I will accept as my first and only one, Lucifer Morningstar, Light among the darkness, Stormbringer.

Lucifer wasted no thought to his brother still standing in his living room when he went to his knees in front of the Goddess who had chosen him. When her legs found their place on shoulders, with her hand directing him where she wanted him the most, Lucifer realized that he liked the new name she had given him.

It was time to live up to it...and cause a storm that would shake the Silver City until the angels would shake with fear among their towers while the Devil himself finally found a new purpose for himself.

Stormbringer.