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Y/n L/n
Loving Daughter, Sister, and Wife.
1906-1978
That's what the tombstone read, anyone passing by the cemetery would never spare it a glance. The tombstone didn't belong to anyone they knew, that woman had died years ago so why should they care. It meant nothing to anyone, except for one person. You.
Relinquishing in old memories tempted you, to remember the days when you had lived to see the sun, feel its warm rays on your face, and so much more. Nowadays you were always warm, after all, you didn't need the sun in heaven.
You couldn't quite recall how long it had been now since you had died, time seemed almost ethereal. Still, being in Heaven is where everyone dreams of going after death is it not? Something people yearn for no matter what their religion. Life seems so trivial when alive, as you pondered this, your stomach made a noise.
Confused and second-guessing as to what you had just heard. The feeling of hunger set in, clawing up from the pit of your abdomen as it grew bigger. The longer you left it, it seemed it only got worse. Standing from your seat and crossing the living room quickly as you made your way to the kitchen. Just a snack and it would make all of this nonsense cease to exist. Humming a tune as you stood in your kitchen.
Normally as an Angel you would never feel hunger, so having a kitchen, wasn't completely necessary, but the food never stopped tasting good so some Angels liked to eat. You rarely did though, since you didn't need to you didn't bother. Since you felt hunger now, you were glad you had a kitchen in your home. As you ate your snack, the feeling went away and you happily sat back down in the living room. Unfortunately, your happiness had been short-lived due to the hunger pains now coming back.
Whatever was happening to you shouldn't have been. You couldn't understand why or how but something was wrong. Dread washing over you like a tidal wave, your stomach dropping as the realization hit you. The hunger was only getting worse and there was only one person you could turn to. God.
It didn't take you long to get to his palace, as you flew there in a panic. Politely excusing yourself from anyone who had tried to speak with you, casting your wings away allowed you to move faster as your feet now carried you. Once reaching your destination it seems you were already expected.
Sitting on the floor bowing you explained what was troubling you. It was then that your fate was decided.
"You'll have to leave Heaven." Those were not the words you were expecting, you thought that he would cure your hunger but he was kicking you out of Heaven? You opened your mouth to speak but he held out his hand and spoke instead.
"You have questions, my child, I know," He looked at you with empathetic eyes, "the reason is complicated, it's something you should find for yourself." Tears welled in your eyes.
"So I'm no longer allowed in Heaven?" He nodded and that was the breaking point. Tears cascading down your cheeks as your face gained a red hue, with a sigh you bowed your head once more. The trip back to the house shorter than usual. You couldn't go against his wishes, you simply hoped it didn't take you too long to find out what you did to get kicked out of Heaven.
The trip to Hell wasn't like the ones you had made before. As an exterminator, Hell's occupants feared the Angel under the LED mask, you sometimes feared the Angel under that mask as well. Now, your trip would be one way. It scared you, no, it downright shook your entire being to think that's the new place you'd call home. You had spent years in Heaven without any problems, so why did it have to be now? How could they have screwed up where you were supposed to go? Did they have to give you a taste of such a perfect life only to take it all away? It wasn't fair!
The pain you felt in your arm caused you to come back to reality. Hunched over the counter in your kitchen, fist cracking the countertop beneath it in a fit of rage.
Maybe you were supposed to be in Hell after all?
The idea caused a laugh to bubble out of you. It was foolish of you to think that you of all people deserved to be happy, your mother always told you life was cruel and you supposed the after-life counted in that theory as well. Getting a reign on the emotions scattered in the depths of your heart and soul you sighed. He gave you ten minutes to get everything you needed or wanted to take with you, it was the one thing he promised you before you had to go.
With quick strides around your house, gathering what you could you prepared for the reality to set in that this was actually happening. You gathered one item, your extermination weapon to defend yourself. Not truly knowing what you could be up against, you had never been to Hell on a normal day, it had always been on the last day of the year to cycle the souls through once again.
There was the portal, spawning a ways away from your form. It bothered you that the explanation for this whole fiasco was along the lines of you having to search for answers. Although knowing what might happen if you stayed, being hunted down was something you didn't want to do at the moment, you gave in. Forcing your feet to move towards the literal entrance of Hell, you braced for what was about to happen.
It didn't surprise you that it hurt. Falling from the ruby red skies appearing like you might be on fire to those down below. Your Angelic form practically burning away due to the descent from above. The beautiful wings you had grown so fond of over the years withered into nothing but black singed feathers that trailed behind you. Unsure of what to do, you prayed to God you would be alright.
Your prayer had been answered. Your quickening descent ceasing to that of mere floating as you were gracefully set onto the ground. When your feet touched the ground you didn't want to open your eyes. Doing that would make this situation all too real, which was the last thing anyone had wanted. Of course, the silence is interrupted by a slow-clap, causing you to peek your eyes open to investigate the source of the sound. A blond demon, clad in mostly whites and reds stood not too far away from you. The unsettling grin on his face widening when he noticed he finally had your attention.
"That was quite the display you put on, reminds me of a Comet, now follow me we haven't got all day now." He quipped, turning on his heel and walking off. Confusion flashed across your features as you stayed put, you weren't going anywhere with that demon. Upon finding you weren't following and stayed behind, he turned sharply and you found him in your face within seconds.
"If you want to stay out here with these..." He paused, glancing around before sneering at the general masses, "lesser folk," then snapping his head toward you again he continued, "I suggest you join me, it's not every day there's a new-fallen angel." That is what piqued your interest, he knew something that you didn't. He only laughed before pulling you along with him.
"So what's this about a fallen angel?" His expression seemed to take on a different tone, yet his smile and that mischievous glint in his eyes never leaving. He ushered you into a limo before you even had much of a chance to decline the offer, you didn't even get much of a chance to look around for that matter. The only times you had seen Hell's streets before, was when they were coated in thick layers of blood and entrails caused by the extermination.
"Why that's us!" His outburst made your head whip over to him, luckily in the confines of the limousine, no one outside had heard. The limo had already started moving and you hadn't even known. A comfortable silence settled between the two of you as the vehicle carried you to who knows where.
Mind beginning to wander as time went on, the constant humming of the engine and an occasional whistled tune from the stranger sitting across from you. Now that you were in Hell you were curious to know if your appearance had changed aside from your wings. Even your dress hadn't changed...much. The style had remained overall the same, a few patterns had been changed here and there but otherwise, your attire was still yours. A small smile on your face as your eyes wandered around the cabin. Plush leather seats, millions of eyes acted as decor in the places with no light fixtures or areas with no apparent functionality. It was dimly lit but you didn't complain if anything you liked the relief you got from the blinding light of Heaven's rays. They were nothing like the actual sun, those rays didn't warm you, they just made it harder to see. So, the lighting in this limousine was practically perfect for you. Finally, you met eyes with the stranger once more, now contemplating on whether or not to question him further.
"Who are you?" That had to be the simplest thing you could've asked, or the dumbest by the look he gave you.
"How rude of me not to introduce myself, the names Lucifer, you may have heard of me perhaps?" As innocent as it sounded you knew it wasn't best to underestimate. You had nearly choked when he mentioned his name.
"You're Lucifer?" He nodded enthusiastically. The whole thing about the fallen angels made sense now. This couldn't be the same being that caused the fall of man, but at the same time looks could be deceiving. After telling him your name you contemplated asking more questions, only to give in to the impulse.
"Why did you help me then? Aren't you supposed to be punishing these souls?" In all of your trips to Hell, you never once met the Devil himself.
"You are a fallen angel along with myself, so that is what connects us, two shooting stars in the a world of the damned who never knew what it was like to fly so close to the sun," he looks away almost bitterly, "besides, I know what it's like to be cast away by your father." If he was trying to keep that last sentence to himself, he didn't do a very good job as you had heard the whole thing. Ignoring the topic is the only idea that crossed your mind, not wanting to be rude and invade on whatever underlying problems he had.
"Other than being a fallen angel though, what is there?" You questioned further, he snaps his head back to you, eyes wide and the ever-present smile adorning his features.
"Well, I was going to ask you later but since you're so determined," he paused for just a brief moment to make sure you were paying attention, "I wanted to hire you as an assassin of sorts." Those words made you do a double-take. You were a demon now, you couldn't kill another.
"I'm sorry, but excuse me?" Resting your hands in your lap, smoothing out the fabric as you played with your gloves. That was not something you expected to hear today.
Neither was getting kicked out of Heaven but that was besides the point.
"As King of Hell you can imagine I'm a busy man, I don't exactly have the time to hunt down those who tend to go against me. That's where you come in, as a former Exterminator you still have access to your weapon, it means you can get the job done permanently." His eyes held something behind them, the grin holding it's own blankness to it. Aside from his true motives, he had mentioned your weapon and you now itched to summon it. Every angel receives one whether they want one or not, yours came as a surprise.
"WillI be paid?" He laughed loudly, voice bouncing off the walls of the limo cabin.
"Of course, you'll also be staying at the palace, I can't have my personal assassin living out there with such pathetic sinners," he paused, his smile now in his eyes, "so, that means you accept my offer?" You paused, hands gripping each other as you glanced away for a brief moment.
"I suppose." He then held out his hand. You were told to never make deals with the Devil, that much was obvious, but it was either accept his offer and live in a palace or be kicked to the curb. After a moment of hesitance, you looked him in the eyes, a pleasant smile curling onto your lips. Your hand shaking his own firmly.
You thought there would be more to that. After all the things you heard about with demon dealings, didn't they usually have wind or some glowing light? A painful jolt of electricity to make it known that you sold your soul? Yet, there was none of that. No possible way of knowing if any deal had been made.
"Pleasure doing business with you." As if on cue the limousine stopped and the door was opened for the two of you. He got out first, helping you out and closing the door behind you.
It took a minute to fully absorb what you were looking at. A black castle of sorts, extravagant and lavish, macabre and overall not unexpected for the King of Hell. The intricate archways and statues along with the structure, stained glass windows depicting all sorts of stories and tales. Intimidated just by the building as you were led inside to find things were more extravagant inside. Marble floors, oil paintings, tapestries even, anything you could think of that would be in some 16th-century castle, it was here. You thought that things in Hell were a much lower quality than Heaven, which supposedly for Lucifer didn't seem to apply.
"Now, let's get you situated and then I have a task for you." He started down one of the halls, you followed behind trying to keep up.
"Putting me to work already?" You jested, to which he responded with a short laugh before stopping in front of a door.
"This will be your room, a personal servant will be assigned to you," he paused, "and I expect nothing less from a former angel." Letting you into the room you weren't surprised to find it just as lavish as the rest of the palace.
"Now, about the target." He turned back to face you, about to speak again only to be interrupted.
"Dad you won't believe what happened today!" Glancing behind you there stood a blonde at the door, a servant close by nervously waiting. She entered the room upon spotting you and her expression changed, "who's that?"
"Charlotte, this is Y/n she's my new assassin." Charlotte's eyes looked like they held the stars as a big smile stretched her lips, it took her about two seconds to be in front of you.
"Welcome to the Palace Y/n, you can call me Charlie if you'd like, I just know you'll like it here." Her smile seemed to be contagious as you found yourself smiling along, her enthusiasm was much different than Lucifer's, it was genuine.
"I'll let you get settled Y/n, come find me once you are and we'll talk about your first target." Looking back at Lucifer you nodded, he saw himself out and it was just you and Charlie.
She had kept you for hours. It was unexpected and a little tiring, here excitement and juvenile views were something you had never seen in Hell. Eventually, she left you by your lonesome, in which you could now familiarize yourself with your room. The bed was plush, a red carpet decorating the floor beneath you. Instinctively you found yourself on the bed, sinking into the mattress as you lay down. Eyes becoming heavy as the temptation to rest settled in. Recalling Lucifer's request to seek him out after Charlie had introduced herself, and then some, you sat up. Squinting at the door across the room silently cursing it. He wouldn't mind you taking a small nap before starting your new life in Hell. Doing just that, you had your nap and sought him out. He didn't question the amount of time it took you, simply gave you the target and where they were.
Yet, almost as if waiting in the shadows. Creeping along the walls, throughout tiny crevices and large cracks. Hiding behind the simplest of things to the most complicated. Your answers lie in wait.