Crowley/Lucifer FanFiction

My Hero, My Angel

After Crowley left, the other demons on his side retreated and the fighting stopped. 

"How about that" Ruby said to me "Your boyfriend cares more about hell than you"

"Where's Sam?" I asked, ignoring her comment.

"Way to swerve the subject" she laughed "Sammie is fine"

"He's not fine if he's with you" I hissed

"He's where he wants to be" she snapped "Do everyone a favour and stop looking for him" she turned and headed for the exit. 

"What should we do with her?" one of the demons yelled after her,

"Whatever you want" she called, glancing back at me "She obviously isn't as important to Crowley as we hoped" that should have hurt but I was numb, I had been since Crowley left without even a glance in my direction. 

"Whatever we want huh" the demon sniggered, he stalked over to me and ran a finger along my cheek, I flinched and the momentum allowed me to swing and kick him square in the chest, throwing him to the floor. 

"Stupid bitch" he yelled as he stood he slapped me hard and grabbed me by the hair "I'm gonna teach you a lesson" 

Before I could process what was happening he had ripped my pants down to my ankles and was startong to unbutton his own. 

"You wanna act like a bitch" he hissed "I'm gonna treat you as mine" 

I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed for it to be over quickly as I felt his filthy hands grab at my waist. 

He had almost pulled my underwear down when there was a blinding flash of light. 

"Gracie" his voice was soft at first, but his tone changed drastically when he realised what was going on "What the fuck is going on"

"Lucifer" the demon gasped, his voice trembling

"You dare touch her!" Lucifer roared, I swear the air rippled. 

Before the demon had chance to defend himself, Lucifer was on him, beating the living daylights out of him. the other demons in the room scattered. His fists didn't stop pounding until the guys head was a bloody mess on the floor. He rushed to me, we were both splattered with his victims blood. 

His arms enveloped me and I felt the chains fall from my wrists, my arms fell to my side limp. 

When I opened my eyes we were in the room I recognised from the night I spent with Lucifer. I was laying on the four poster bed where we broke the bond. Lucifer was hovering over me, his eyes scanning every inch of me for injury. I could feel my eye swelling from being hit and my wrists stung where the chains had broken the skin. 

"Oh Gracie" he whispered, tucking my hair behind my ear, his gaze fell to my legs and I watched as his eyes burned red, the anger behind them at what had almost happened. He began to pull up my pants.

"Get out" I whispered, grabbing the pants myself and pulling them up. 

"Grace" he sighed

"Get out" I cried, tears streaming down my face. The realisation of what had almost happened to me was hitting me like a tone of bricks, I didn't want anyone to touch me right now, I needed space, I needed a shower. I needed him to leave. He nodded and headed for the door, he glanced back just before it closed "I'll be downstairs when you're ready to talk".

I rushed to the en suite and turned on the shower. Climbing in still fully clothed. The blood ran from my skin as I began to peel my now soaking clothes off. The water washed away all the blood and dirt, but what it couldn't wash away was the hurt and betrayal I felt towards the man who was supposed to love me. 

Ruby was right, I wasn't as important to him as hell. 

Once I'd dried myself off I pulled on the robe hanging on the bathroom door and sat on the edge of the bed. 

It was a strange feeling being back here. It surprised me that this was where Lucifer had decided to call home. I opened the wardrobe and my yellow dress and other clothes I recognised from the hotel were still hung there. 

I pushed open the bedroom door and crept down the stairs, my bare feet making it easier to do so. I ran my fingers along the shiny surface of the long table where we had eaten, remembering how he had made me feel. 

I tiptoed across to the ballroom, it seemed so empty without the band. I stood in the middle of the dancefloor and closed my eyes, silently swaying to the music in my head. 

I felt his hand graze the small of my back and I jumped opening my eyes. He held his hands up in surrender. 

"I didn't mean to startle you" he apologised, "Do you want to sit?" I nodded, he guided me through another door to a sitting room, a log fire burned and the whole room felt warm and cosy. There were two arm chairs by the fire which we sat in. 

"Why were you there?" he asked, breaking the silence.

"I went for a walk and they found me" I whispered, 

"At night" he exclaimed but somehow still whispering "Grace you know better than that"

"I know" I sighed "I just needed some air"

"Because of me?" he asked "Because of the dream?"

"How did you know where I was?" I asked, avoiding the questions.

"You prayed to me" he replied, his tone confused as to why I didn't know that already. I remembered squeezing my eyes shut and praying for it to be over fast, I must have unconsciously prayed to him. "I was surprised it was me you called for and not your boyfriend"

"He had already been" I replied, voice breaking 

"He what?" Lucifer replied angrily a little louder, "and he left you there like that?" 

I nodded, tears falling freely now. I still wasn't sure what Crowley's reasons were. I was sure if he had agreed to hand over the crown and free me, they would have killed us both anyway. But he still left me there. 

"Gracie I would never have left you" he scolded 

"You're stronger than he is" I defended, it was instinct. 

"You're defending him?" he hissed 

"I don't want to talk about him anymore" I whispered "It hurts too much"

"Grace when I saw what that demon was about to do to you...." he started but I interrupted him.

"shhhhhh" I whispered, reaching for his hand "thank you for rescuing me"

"Come on Grace we both know I'm not the hero of this story" he sighed, standing up and pacing in front of the fire. I stood and placed a hand on his arm to stop him.

"You're my hero today" I whispered, stoking his cheek, his eyes closed at the contact. "You asked me something last night" His eyes opened and locked on mine "ask me again?" He took a deep breath,

"Kiss me Gracie" he whispered. 

I did.