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“Oh, my Me.”
The words ring through the stadium, piercing the ears of Lucifer, his siblings, the demons, and his Detective as he speaks them. The Flaming Sword, still alight, is raised into the air, asserting some sort of celestial dominance over everyone else. Lucifer stares out onto the crowd, examining everyone’s expressions; his siblings’ look of shock but acceptance, Amenadiel, Maze, and Eve’s proud gazes, Chloe’s concerned gaze.
Chloe.
She had nearly died, earlier. She had died. Less than ten minutes ago, actually, and yet it felt like hours ago. The seconds seemed to go by with an aching slowness. But he, in all of his devilish glory, managed to crash into Heaven like the meteor that killed the dinosaurs, rescuing her from an early grave. It was dreadfully poetic, when he thought about it; his father oversaw the extinction of a species long gone, and now, he caused the crater that began a new reign.
He was God. With a capital G. The whole shtick.
Lucifer could actually feel it, when it happened; his body setting aflame with a blinding, searing light, changing the very core of his being into something special. Something different. It was painful- perhaps not as painful as his fall- but still painful. Something he had never felt before and wonders if he’ll ever feel again. He figures he should discuss that with Chloe, when all of this settles down. After all, she witnessed it happening before her very eyes.
“So, what, that’s it?” A voice shook the crowd. It was Michael’s. “He’s God now?”
“It would seem so.” Lucifer replied, lowering the Flaming Sword and removing the key from it. The fire that had engulfed it immediately sets out, leaving Azrael’s much smaller blade in its wake. He holds the blade at his side.
“It is so.” Amenadiel adds.
This time, Chloe perps in. “So, what now?”
“I… don’t know.” Lucifer tells her, honest as ever, and looks onto the crowd.
For a few moments, there is silence, as if the crowd of celestials (and the first woman, and the miracle, and a crowd of demons) all process what is happening.
Lucifer couldn’t believe that was happening. For millennia, his siblings believed him to be despicable for his ‘traitorous actions,’ as they once called it. They metaphorically ghosted him for most of his life, both in Hell and on earth. They accepted it when he fell, looking away without a second thought. And now, they kneel to him.
How is he supposed to handle that? He doesn’t know. But what he does know, is that this can all wait until tomorrow.
“Go home,” Lucifer finally speaks. The demons- all except for Maze, of course, knowing her place and rankings among her siblings- oblige, their bodies dropping to the floor simultaneously. The angels, however, remain kneeled, unmoving.
“Oh, bollocks,” The devil, now God, apparently, pinches his nose, “I’m not Emperor Nero. You can stand.”
They stand.
Zadkiel is the first to speak, moving forward to look at Lucifer. “What would you like us to do, now?”
Lucifer contemplates this, still processing what had just happened in the last few minutes. His eyes glance to Chloe for a moment, curious of her thoughts, then looks back to his brother, “You, stay. Same with you, Azrael. The rest of you, go back to your angelic duties and doings. Whatever chores Father would want of you. I’ll pop up and have a chat with you feathery bunch in an earth day.”
The crowd of angels look back and forth at each other for a moment, uncertain, but oblige, unfolding their wings and setting off to the skies above. Despite being caught up with celestial craziness for quite a while now, Chloe can’t help but quietly gasp at the sight of so many angels all in one place. Their wings vary in appearance; some gray like the clouds in the sky, others a mix of black and brown and silver. But none are like the brightness and glory of Lucifer’s. It’s an incredible sight, despite the current predicament that they’ve found themselves in.
The angels’ return to their home leaves Lucifer, Amenadiel (similarly to Mazikeen, he knew his place here), Zadkiel, Azrael, Chloe, Maze, Eve, and Michael in their wake.
Michael.
Lucifer turns to eye his twin, pausing in thought for a moment, until he walks towards him and grabs him by the collar. Michael tries to resist at first, but the pain still erupting from his back causes him to tense. His brother lifts him to the point that he sits up straight from his kneeled position.
Lucifer whispers into his ear, the words coming out as a raged hiss, “I swear to, well, me, brother, if you ever so much as lay a hand on the Detective again, I will not be as forgiving as I am now. Do you understand?”
Michael doesn’t respond, resisting. His loud, raspy breaths are the only noise that exit his lips.
“Do you understand?” Lucifer’s voice raises as he tugs on his collar once more, the movement of his back causing him to groan in pain.
“Fine, fine! I understand. Now get your hands off me.”
For a few seconds, Lucifer is tempted to change his mind. Tempted to take Azrael’s blade to his neck and end it all, right then and there. Maybe he’d feel better if he did that; maybe the Detective would feel better too. But he can’t kill another one of his brothers. Not again.
He eventually lets go of his collar, Michael’s bottom hitting the floor as he coughs and huffs.
“Take him to the Silver City,” Lucifer finally looks back up to them- Zadkiel, specifically, “And keep an eye on him until my return. Tie him up to a tree if you have to. If he even attempts to resume his endeavors on earth, I want to know.”
Zadkiel nods, the gesture silent yet loud and important. After some wrestling and whining on Michael’s behalf, his brother manages to lift him, his wings expanding in front of them all. Before he has the chance to set off to the clouds, Lucifer stops him.
“And Zadkiel?”
“Yes, Lucifer?”
“Thank you.”
The righteously annoying angel smiles at Lucifer, despite Michael shuffling and resisting in his arms. “It’s my honor, boss.”
At that, he takes to the skies, the crowd watching until he can no longer be seen above.
“Now that that’s been settled,” Lucifer sighs, tiredness beginning to plague his body, “I assume you two have… met before?”
He gestures to Azrael and Chloe respectively, the women looking at each other concerningly and then back to Lucifer.
“Yeah, she uh… she took me to Heaven when-”
“Lu, I’m so sorry!” Azrael blurts out, cutting off Chloe and approaching Lucifer, “I wanted to help you, but the whole ‘Angel of Death’ thing doesn’t stop for anybody, even you, and then Chloe happened and-”
“I forgive you, Azrael,” He laughs despite himself, a lack of energy making itself prevalent in his features, “It’s not like you were the one to- to-”
And then it all sucks him in.
The true scope of everything that had been happening in the last few weeks. His mother and father abandoning them for a world he’ll never get to see. Michael using his manipulative words to eventually get Daniel killed, Beatrice’s cries and begging for another answer from him, the two Decker’s embracing in grief. The funeral; the way Chloe, tried & true in her uniform, consoled her daughter as his casket was covered by the American flag. Seeing his sister, dead in his penthouse, with nothing he can do about it. Watching Chloe faithfully retrieve the key before getting stabbed by what remains of the Tree of Life, determinedly storming into Heaven despite the very real probability of death.
Watching Chloe accept what’s left of Lilith’s ring, and telling her he loves her before becoming something… bigger. Stronger.
It was too much, all at once.
“Lucifer? Lucifer, are you okay?” Chloe notices how his face paled and eyes seemed to go elsewhere, placing her hands on his shoulders in a gesture of deep concern. He snaps out of the trance, looking down at Chloe and swiftly nodding.
“Yes, yes, I… What was I saying? Ah, yes. Alright, Azrael, off you pop. Thanks for taking care of the Detective before I could do anything about it.”
Chloe’s brow furrows, immediately noticing Lucifer’s deflecting of the situation, but doesn’t say anything. Bringing it up is a conversation for a later time; a time when processing the recent events is a thing of the past.
Azrael also notices his deflection, but follows Chloe’s lead in not mentioning it. She sighs, “Call me if you need anything, Lu.”
“Wait.”
“Yeah?”
Lucifer steps forward, reaching out his hand, equipped with her blade, and handing it to her. “I believe this is yours.”
“What, you’re finally done babysitting it?” She manages a smile, “Consider it yours now. I don’t need it, anyways. Maybe it’ll come in handy in the future.”
Lucifer looks to her, an all-too-familiar expression of confusion in his eyes, before resting the blade at his side. “Fine.”
The young angel steps back, her falcon-like wings unfolding. “Smell you later!”
And like her brothers, she takes to the skies, leaving Lucifer, Chloe, Amenadiel, Maze, and Eve behind.
Eve is the first to speak up. “Well, that was…”
“A lot?” Amenadiel pipes in.
“Yeah,” Chloe nods, hands resting in her pockets. There’s a tenseness to her that Amenadiel can notice.
He speaks up as a result of it, “I’m sure you two would like some time to talk about everything. I can drive Maze and Eve home, if you’d like.”
Standing side by side, both Lucifer and Chloe nod, though Lucifer seems far more distant than his partner. Chloe speaks up on behalf of him, “Yeah- Yeah, we’d really appreciate that, Amenadiel. Thank you.”
“It’s my pleasure. And Lucifer?”
“Mm?” He hums.
“Congratulations. You deserve this.” He approaches his sibling, one of his hands reaching up to rest on his right shoulder. Lucifer tenses at first, but he eventually relaxes, exchanging smiles with him.
“Thank you, brother.” Is all he replies, replicating Amenadiel’s gesture by placing his hand on his shoulder. It reminded him too much of the happenings at the hospital, years ago, when the Detective had been poisoned by that bloody doctor. Thankfully, everything had gone to plan that day, but they all had been cluelessly unaware of the fact that that wouldn’t be the only time he’d sacrifice himself for her. Quite the messy thing, life is.
At that, Amenadiel, Maze, and Eve exit the stadium, Chloe taking Lucifer’s hand in her own as they watch the trio leave.
Eventually, the pair are alone. The Devil and the Detective, now… who knows what they are.
For a few moments, there is silence, both of them still struggling to process what had happened that day, and what happened as a result of it. Chloe’s death. Lucifer’s sacrifice. The ring. Chloe returning to earth, only for her partner to make his way back home. Ridding Michael of his wings, winning the battle, all of his siblings kneeling in acceptance of the new God.
Lucifer Morningstar, Venom of God, the Devil, Satan, Beelzebub, is God now. The father of all creation.
“So… God, huh?” Chloe begins.
“It would appear so.” Lucifer replies, as they turn to look at each other.
The Detective hums, a weak smile on her face, “Bet the Vatican never would’ve thought of that.”
That line seems to set them off, the two pacing towards each other and wrapping themselves in a tight embrace. Lucifer practically squeezes the life out of Chloe- a weird thing to say, considering his new promotion- but she doesn’t seem to mind. What matters is that they’re alive; something that they didn’t think would be possible.
Lucifer lowers his head into the crook of Chloe’s neck, and she more-than-happily allows it, rubbing his back as his loud breaths ring through the stadium. Some tears run down both of their cheeks, a sense of thankfulness for the others’ survival prevalent in both of them.
“I thought I’d lost you,” Lucifer finally speaks, running one of his hands through her hair.
Chloe hiccups, continuing to rub his back with a small smile. “So did I.”
Eventually, Lucifer removes his head from her neck, instead moving to look right at her. Their foreheads press together, attempting to closen their touch as if it’s the last thing they’ll ever do; which, it very well may be. If today, and all of the events of the last few months, have taught them anything, it’s that nothing lasts forever.
“Detective, I… I’m so sorry.”
“For what?”
“For.. For allowing you to just sit there, and get stabbed by my bloody twin. I should’ve, I-”
“Oh, Lucifer-” She moves to cup the side of his face, Lucifer leaning into it, “What happened today was not your fault. I chose to be here, with you, for you.”
“But I- I should’ve been there and to stop Michael before-” His eyes water again, his hand moving down to touch her stomach to check if the wound is still there. He knew it wouldn’t be- his ring had done what was necessary to heal it- but part of him was still desperate to know that she’s fine.
“You saved me, Lucifer.” She tries to soothe him, moving back into an embrace as he allows the chaos of the day to be processed. Sobs wrack through his body, Lucifer holding onto her as if Michael or some pesky celestial funny business is going to take her away from him again, “I would still be in Heaven if you hadn’t come up there to get me. You could’ve died, Lucifer, but you chose to do it anyway. You did everything right.”
Lucifer makes no attempt to respond- whether it be because he has no argument or because he’s out of energy, she’ll never know- but regardless, he spends the next few minutes unmoving in her arms. With time, he calms down, the noises going from terrible cries to small hiccups and sniffles.
“Do you want to go home?” Chloe finally asks.
“Mhm.” Is all Lucifer manages to respond with.
“Okay. Let’s go home.”
They reluctantly leave each other’s arms, shifting to exit the stadium, before something stops them.
Michael’s wings, blooded and disheveled, lay on the ground.
“Right after we handle this.” Chloe adds.