10 years after Creation
"What are we doing?!" Percy yelled out.
"Protesting humanity!" His followers said.
"Why?!"
"To get Mom and Dad back!"
Percy smiled. He turned to his twin that was standing next to him. Michael.
"Don't worry brother, it'll work." He said.
"I hope so. I don't know what I would do if it doesn't."
They walked up to God's workshop, where he was molding a piece of clay. It was almost done, he was just adding some final detailing. Percy had to admit, his dad was a good creator. From turning dust into clay and then turning that into a man, it was impressive.
They lined up outside, held up their signs. They started yelling.
God, wondering what was happening outside, looked out of a window. If he had invented coffee at the time, he would've spit out a giant gulp he had taken. His children were protesting his new creation. He was confused. They loved his creations. They loved Earth.
In the lead was Perseus. One of his twins. He might not have been the youngest. In fact, he was one of the eldest, only behind Amenadiel, with Michael after Perseus. They held signs, detailing how flawed these new creatures were. "Bugs" as they called them. God liked to call them features.
God burst out of the workshop, face red with anger. "WHAT IS GOING ON!?"
Before Percy could speak, Michael spoke up. "HELP! Perseus! He's forcing us to protest with him!"
Percy was gobsmacked. He didn't do anything of the sort. He had gone to Michael for help, and they had asked their siblings if they wanted to help. Only about a third of the angels decided to help them, BECAUSE Percy let them decide.
God turned to the rest of the angels. "Is this true?"
Every other angel there nodded.
Percy looked on with a look of betrayal. His eyes shone with unshed tears. He looked at his twin, who stood there, a barely visible smug look on his face. Percy's eyes dried up as he looked at his younger brother. In his heart, a metaphorical shattering occurs. His loyalty tie to Michael snapped.
Percy leaped at Michael, punching him in the nose. Every other angel jumped back in shock. Percy threw another right hook at Michaels cheek. Michael retaliated with an uppercut.
The 2 whaled on each other, looking like a professional boxing match. The other angels tried to separate them. They were eventually able to, chaining Percy up and taking him to a prison cell. They took Michael to a doctor, where an angel healed him up.
Percy sat in his cell, a look of defeat on his face.
Percy woke up with a gasp. He was still in the driver's seat of that BMW. Zoë's face was tucked into his neck, her breath tickling him. Percy smiled, despite his dream/flashback. He kissed her forehead, causing her to smile.
He untangled himself from her grasp and opened the door. He climbed up the rack, and sat on the trunk of a black '69 Chevrolet Impala. He reached into his suit and took out a cigarette case. He took one out and lit it up with a fire from his pinky.
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Perseus The Disgraced Archangel
FanficLucifer wasn't always this way. Half of what humanity says he is, he isn't. Then again they didn't even get his original name right... Perseus. I do not own Percy Jackson or Lucifer, full rights to their respective owners. Thanks to @Fully_Chaos fo...