LUCIFER ◆ N. Mikaelson

25 //A Happy Ending After All. . . Or So It Would Seem

It's funny how when you think you're drowning, your head comes up from the water and suddenly you've remembered how to breathe. It's a similar feeling when you thought you lost something and it returns to you. And it's the same when a person falls out of your life and comes back.

All the inside jokes, familiar love languages, and silent prayers come back like they never left. You don't relearn how to love, so much as remember a previous recurring dream.

It's an old book you haven't read in years, that brings back thoughts and feelings when you reread it, and now there's new blank pages ahead of it. This has been my last couple of days.

"I've been thinking," Niklaus starts, stirring the pot. "Luci, I love you more tha—"

"What's up, sis? Hey, Twilight, what are we cooking?" Gabriel walks into the kitchen. He stops by Niklaus, taking the spoon from his hand and tastes it.

"Mmm. Pasta? My favourite! How did you know it was my birthday?"

I roll my eyes. "You're birthday isn't until September."

"Do Archangels have birthdays?" Elijah steps in, taking the spoon from Gabriel.

Gabriel sits at the island, lollipop in hand. "I'm here, Mr. Doorman, aren't I? I would've had to be born at some point." He stage whispers to me while shaking his head, "Some people, I tell you."

A knock at the front door turns all our heads. As far as I know we aren't expecting any visitors. I go to answer it, thinking of all the people it could be. Everyone remains in the kitchen but Niklaus, who cautiously walks with me. I'm grateful for the company.

"Hello?" I greet, unsure of who I'm looking at. Until it clicks like a gun trigger at the sight of the rings they all were wearing.

"Lucifer, the Fallen Angel." The closest lady raises a brow. Her sharp red hair defines her features in such a complimentary contrasting way.

"Archangel. Quite the difference there," I correct in a pointed tone.

"Always one for titles."

I nervously glance at the two other people. Both familiar faces. And unfortunately they seem to remember me as well. They either have a glare holstered, or a smug look. I'm not sure which I loathe more, but I gulp down my fear and give an eye roll.

"We don't do solicitors here, dear." My hand goes to shut the door, but an invisible force stops it.

I curse under my breath upon seeing the red head lifting a finger. Bloody witches.

"It's alright if you don't remember me. Let me jog your memory." Her hands raise and I feel a sharp pain in my head, forcing me to my knees.

Niklaus grunts from beside me, unable to move. "Do you know who I am?"

She tilts her head as if she were bored. "A halfbred dead mutt. You're no more a threat to us than a puppy."

He growls. I try to stand, but it makes the pain worse. Then, images flood my mind. Memories of my time in the Circle of Silver. Tara is there, and a few other's I remember being acquainted with. The two other ladies, both brunettes, laugh as they complete a spell like it was easy homework. What stands out is the burning red hair like fire, Bedelia Dalton, also known as the head of the Circle of Silver.

"Bedelia," I wince out, "How could I forget." In truth I hadn't. I just hoped they'd forget about me.

She smiles as she releases me from her grasp. I tilt my head in confusion while I stand up. Was this some kind of trap? A warm welcome? Was there ever a difference when it came to Bedelia?