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*
"Crazy son of a bitch."
Lucifer spat as he snapped his fingers, the demon infront of him splattered all across the room, a lovley rose colored mess.
"Ooh, a gushy one."
He smirked, wiping off a line of blood across his face.
"Now. Who else wants to question my plans?"
He turns to the rest of his minions, all cowering in the shadows, silence responded and he couldn’t help the wide grin that grew across his face.
Lucifer loved, absolutely worshiped the way eyes flickered across the room in fear, the way their heads bowed down in submission. Everyday he bathed in it, drowned in it, and rubbed it into every pore.
And it was yet another judgement day for the archangel, it was a sort of ritual for Lucifer, to take a trip every month down to earth to exterminate some of gods creations. And today was a extra special day because he had a very important someone he wanted to "visit".
Lawrence Kansas. John Winchester, a famous hunter and a hunter who infact had been murdering alot of his favorite demons. Lucifer just needed to squish him, end his sad miserable hunter life.
*
"Hm. Cozy."
He said sarcastically clicking his tounge against his teeth. Lucifer had just touched down outside of some dingy motel, looking up he watched as the sign "motel" flickered and cast orange shimmers over the puddles on the cracked asphalt. The signature Winchester car parked in the front, its glossy exterior catching some of the orange tones.
Lucifer could feel it, tonight was going to be a good night. It was in the very air around him, knowing how wonderful the pain he was about to cause.
Tucking his hands in his front pockets of his jeans he slowly made his way to the room closest to the Impala, whistling as he did so.
With a smile he knocked on the door, absent-minded to himself he thought about how late it was yet the lights were still on in the room.
He listened as light footsteps approached the door, stopped, and with a rough voice responded,
"What do you want?"
Lucifer recognized the voice immediately, John Winchester. Though he'd never met him, he knew him, he can't say he hadn't been keeping an eye on him.
"House keeping?"
The archangel replied with a cheeky grin, shrugging his shoulders.
Silence replied.
"Alright fine, I want to talk."
"Yeah. Sure you do. Who are you?"
Lucifer rolled his eyes, annoyed but not surprised with how this was going. He could just break this door down and snap this hunter's body into nano sized chunks, but that was uncivilized.
"John Winchester, yeah? Its Lucy. Let me in so we can talk."
"Lucy? I don't know any Lucy's."
"Lucifer! You're good pal!"
He says impatiently, mentally groaning.
*BANG*
Lucifer flinched, looking down to a hole in the door casting a light from inside the room onto his now ruined shirt, now slowly being drenched by his own blood.
"Now you of all people should know that just doesn't work."
Crossing his arms, waiting, listening, he hears some quiet murmurs from inside.
"Alright, it's a little rude to ignore a guest and I'm running on fumes so I'm coming in."
He says finally, with a flick of his wrist the door swings open.
"Finally face to face! I've been wanting to meet you."
Lucifer says walking in, grinning mischievously at John who was standing stock still gripping onto his shotgun.
"What do you want."
John says abruptly, authoritive but fear had enveloped his eyes. It was almost better than he imagined, although...
"Are you not going to introduce me?"
Lucifer gasps, flicking his wrist, and out from behind the beds comes two teenage boys, hovering pathetically in Lucifers grasp.
"You let them go!"
John shouts stepping closer, now revealing a small bottle in his hand.
"Wow holy water? You really think thats going to work against me, Lucifer?"
John's eyes dart to the boys and back to him, lowering his gun and placing it and the water down on the carpet.
"Look, you can have whatever you want just don't you lay a finger on my boys."
Lucifer giggled, his eyes crinkling in the corners.
"You don't have anything I need. Really I just wanted to see the fear in your eyes."
He says before letting out a held in chuckle sighing in resolution, seeing the expression change in the hunters face.
"Although I have to ask, how did you hide these little guys from me?"
He extends a hand towards the rather uncomfortable looking sons still hovering uncomfortably in the air.
"You know I have been watching you, seeing every demon I send your way just whimper its way back to hell. I've seen it all, but I haven't seen these ones."
He lowers the oldest looking, placing a firm hand on the boys shoulder. But before he can continue his rant, the boy in one quick move splashes a load of holy water directly on Lucifers eyes.
Lucifer shouts in agony, dropping both sons from the air and stepping back. Holding his face, he groans, looks back up, his usual smirk long faded and a red glow flickers in his eyes.
"Feisty."
He says clenching his teeth.
"What's your name?"
Lucifer asks as his skin heals quickly.
"Dean and my brother Sam. I suggest you get out of here because there's alot more where that came from."
The boy barks, tapping his pocket that seemed to hold many more bottles of the stuff.
Lucifer moves to flick his hand and squish this little pest, but then he stops. When was the last time someone stood up to him? Dean had to understand I was beyond anything he's ever fought, hell the kid looked 17 and he was challenging an archangel.
"Huh.."
Lucifer made one last look around at the hunters, John, Dean, Sam. He'd be back. He could feel this story wasn't over, it wasn't going to end here, and he wanted to read into this one.
A gust of air filled the room as Lucifer disappeared, wing beats stronger than hurricanes swirled the air in the motel, leaving the family dumbfounded. Lucifer just paid them a visit.
*
A month had gone by, Lucifer was sitting cross-legged on his throne. A hand supporting his head and a bored expression on his face.
"Lord Lucifer..?"
A quivering voice pipes up from infront of him, Lucifer glances down to the demon. He was a rather short pathetic lookin guy, Lucifer sighed.
"What."
"Tomorrow is your trip down to earth, you haven't decided where and who you will be executing.."
Lucifer groans, biting his lower lip.
"Yeah."
The demon shifts his weight from side to side looking nervous.
Usually this fear radiating off his servants really got him off, like a tingle down his spine, he felt powerful,
"Well, sir. In order to make sure your arrival goes smoothly-"
Instead it was really starting to piss him off.
"Stop."
Lucifer barked sternly. Slowly turning his head and with a unsatisfied growl he stood up from his throne. Slowly making his way down the steps, each one from the last the demon flinched.
"Nothing."
He hissed, close enough to hear the demons excelerated heart beat.
"W-what sir?"
The demon mumbled weakly.
"Nothing, can touch me. So I can decide whenever I want. Stop berating me."
His eyes flickered red, he couldn’t bare it, he flicked his fingers. Blood splattered, his face covered, eyes closed as he basked in the feeling.
"Ahem."
And the spell was broken. He opened his eyes to see his main reporter.
"Yes, what is it?"
Lucifer replied calmly, turning on a heel and relaxing into his throne.
"Its time for your monthly report on the soul count."
Lucifer groaned, feeling the calm after the storm waver.
"Right, alright, proceed."
It wasn't that he didn't like being the king of hell, he loved it, it was him, and no one else could take his place. No one could do his job better than him. Its just that something was starting to itch, in the back of his brain. And he didn't like the feeling.
.
"Tuscan Arizona."
Lucifer said, bored, leaning up against a pillar in his throne room. He had to choose where he wanted to go for the little event every month, mostly so when he did go there weren't any altercations. But also so if anything were to go wrong all demons knew where to come looking. And for some reason this month he had a difficult time picking, to say the least.
"Thank you sir."
A demon in a suit ducks his way out of the room, leaving lucifer to his ever boring throne room.
It was only a hour until he made his venture to Arizona, he wasn't all that excited, he was only going to drop by and kill a small witch coven that had been twisting a few of their deals. For some reason, unbeknownst to himself he couldn't stop thinking about his last trip to Kansas.
*
Touching down in the barren landscape of Arizona he glanced around, he was in the middle of a dessert, large cacti blooming around him, only one lane gravel road leading up to the rather pathetic shack before him.
It was a wooden two story, windows boarded up, roof falling apart, the black facade of the house almost sunburnt grey.
He waltzed up to the front door, opened it, and smiled sweetly at the group of 5 witches all sitting around some sort of symbol etched into the floor boards, candles all around them and a bowl of certain herbs and bones covered in blood and hair centered before them.
"Whoops, am I late to the party?"
Lucifer says scratching the back of his head, stepping further into the room.
"Lucifer! Whats your pleasure?"
A taller woman speaks up, a nervous quiver in her voice as she slowly rises from her spot on the floor.
"Well, here's the thing.."
He sighs, shoving a hand into his pocket.
"You guys haven't exactly been strict with our deal recently. And I mean- why? I think the deals pretty fair!"
He says pacing slightly before stopping and staring, a disappointed look on his face.
"Sir.. we swear we would never disobey our arrangements, you've been so generous."
She says smiling, too much teeth showing. She extendes a hand to all her associates all of them slowly nodding, plastering the same toothy smiles. How pathetic, makes Lucifer sick.
"Well thats simply just not true."
Lucifer chuckles,
"You see, one of your little brats here. Has been very dishonest to you. And unfortunately, i can't have witches like that just blatantly ignoring rules, and if you cant handle that problem all by yourself... well what use are you to me?"
He shrugs,
"Ahm-! What is he talking about, my coven?!"
The witch turns slowly to look around, Lucifer bites a nail shaking his head. A little blonde girl pipes up, practically begging pathetically there on her knees.
"Ma'am, it was only a few times- I-I swear I'll never do it again! It was helping us-!"
Lucifer can't handle the idiocracy of this coven, how is it even possible for this misbehavior to go unnoticed.
Clutching his fist, he raises her off her feet.
"You've been a bad girl."
Lucifer hisses, raising his eyebrows, twisting his wrist and watching as with a snap the girls body falls limp and she falls crumbled onto the floor. A pleased smile carves into Lucifer's face.
The witches gasp, all inching away nervously.
"Uhm! Well, we ALL can be certain that will never happen again, I for one will never let that go unchecked-"
Splat. The witch sprays ruby across her coven as Lucifer's fist clenches. One witch, covered in satin red, began to shriek horribly.
"I hate witches."
With one swish of his arm he slams the rest of the girls into a wall, knocking them all unconscious before he sets them ablaze. Warming his hands on their fried corpses as they melt.
Standing there, he tried to grasp that feeling of satisfaction in what he'd done, but there was none.
*
"Yknow, trying to end all humanity isn't just going to happen with the flick of my hand right?!"
Lucifer grinded his teeth as he stalked through hells hallways. His eyes heavy, and fists cramped by how hard he was holding back certain urges.
"Sir time is passing, and the longer we put things off the more our enemies gather more weapons!"
James, Lucifers main consultant. He was more than annoying, constantly nagging him, "meh, meh, meh, we're running on fumes, blah, blah, demons are loosing hope." The 'morale' of servants shouldn't concern him, whether or not hell is falling apart, it wouldn't matter because nothing can touch him, demons or no demons.
"James. Would you shut up?!"
Lucifer spat out, quickening his pace in a dry attempt to loose the demon.
"Tell me something I dont know."
"Well we have heard whispers of the Winchester brothers getting back to hunting together."
Lucifer stopped in his tracks, James almost tumbling into him. The Winchesters... it had been nine years since he'd last saw them. Lucifer thought back to the first time he met the group. His eyes blinked rapidly as he remembered the bravery of that boy, he couldn't tell if he was irritated that he let the guy live or if he's impressed hes still alive with how he lives.
"-uhh sir..?"
Lucifer shook his head, focusing on the shorter man infront of him.
"What else?"
"...uh what?"
"Have you heard anything else about the Winchesters?"
"Well.. John Winchester has been off the radar. We speculate he's fully left his sons."
Memories pass in his brain, flickers of protective eyes of John Winchester, he remembered the anger in his expression when his son stood up against Lucifer. Lucifer couldn't help feel a seeded hatred for John, perhaps it was that he as of late left his sons with no warning, or maybe it was that he is... a father, another father who left his kids. Something he could relate far too much with.
"Nevermind John Winchester, I want info on his sons."