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Everything hurt, every part of Simeon's body felt like it was on fire. He didn't know where he was, all he knew was that he wasn't in the Celestial Realm anymore. The ground felt hard and cold, it felt oddly comforting unlike the burning sensation he felt rushing through his upper back. He wanted to lay down, to fall asleep, but he feared the outcome of such an action.
Would he wake up again?
Was this his end?
He tried concentrating on his surroundings. Simeon was kneeling on the ground in pain, all he saw was the ground, which looked and felt concrete. He tried standing up but the second he tried moving his back just an inch sent a shock through his body that made him sick in his stomach. He couldn't move, it felt like his body would crush the moment he tried standing up.
Was this how he would die?
Why?
What did he do to deserve this?
He wished that he could beg for help, scream for someone to come help him, but he feared that he would shatter the second he dared to speak.
Simeon's vision went blurry and he wasn't sure if it were tears or his body losing its grip on life. His legs started to weaken and he fell over, unable to feel his hands or legs, his eyes couldn't hold themselves open anymore, his vision now black. His hopes and dreams gone with the wind.
This was the end of him, wasn't it?
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'The House of Lamentation was as loud as ever', Lucifer thought while sitting in his chair in the study, the only semi-quiet room in the entire house. It had been a few years since the exchange program, the brothers regularly visited their human who was now living with Solomon, practising magic. Everyone's life was back to normal, which also meant Lucifer got to deal with as much stress and chaos as he was used to before the exchange program happened, something which he didn't miss one bit.
Lucifer put the book he was reading onto his desk to take a sip from his coffee. The atmosphere was nice and he could barely hear the brothers bickering outside over the sound of his favourite vinyl record playing in the background. But only barely. It was still too loud for him to properly concentrate.
But where could he go?
Lucifer considered his choices. Mammon, Belphegor and Satan would bother him in his bedroom, so would Asmodeus if he didn't know what was good for him and the rest of the rooms are never safe from any of them.
Lucifer took his last sip of coffee and stood up to get his jacket. If he wasn't safe in the house then he'd at least take a walk outside to cool down.
Somehow Lucifer managed to get away before any of the brothers saw him. They are probably busy causing chaos again, Lucifer imagined. But he could worry about that when he was back, right now he needed a break.
Lucifer went through the busy city and considered buying a new perfume or a new jacket while he was there, as his current jacket was already relatively old, but nothing got his interest and the lights were starting to give him a headache after a short while of looking at the well lit windows.
So he went to the one place he knew should be empty as of now. The Colosseum.
It was quite a walk from the city but Lucifer would do almost everything for a few moments of peace, and perhaps the walk would get him tired enough to pass right out once he was back in his bedroom, he hoped.
The walk there was relatively quiet, a few low ranked demons bickering here and there but apart from making his headache worse it wasn't particularly interesting to him.
But the peaceful and quiet atmosphere that he had wished for came to a halt once he was close enough to the Colosseum, he smelled blood, and not just any low ranked demon blood who could have just gotten into a pitiful fight, no, it was angel blood.
He knew this smell, and he had wished to never smell it again.
Simeon.
What was he doing in the Devildom? And more importantly why was he injured.
Lucifer looked around and tried to figure out where exactly the smell was coming from.
The smell came from inside the Colosseum. But why?
Lucifer hadn't felt fear the way he did now for a long time, not fear for himself but for someone who he had once protected, who had once been family to him.
He quickly made his way to the Colosseum, the smell of blood getting stronger and his ability to form proper thoughts harder, all he hoped was that none of the lower ranked demons had found him before Lucifer would.
But he was confused, why had none of the other angels taken care of him? Opening a portal to the Devildom shouldn't hurt a high rank angel as severely as the smell of blood was indicating.
Lucifer arrived in front of the Colosseum, the smell now unbearable.
He went inside, part of him fearing for the worst, another part knowing that Simeon was strong enough to fight for himself, he saw it with his own eyes once, after all.
Something, no, somebody was laying on the ground right in the middle of the Colosseum. Not a single muscle seemed to be moving, not a single breath taken from them.
Time stood still for Lucifer.
He stepped closer, the blood was coming from Simeon's back, two giant wounds were in the spot where his wings would be, as if they were forcefully ripped out.
"Simeon!"