"What do you mean this could kill her?" God's voice was strong as he finally spoke up.
Lucifer sighed in defeat, tired from already explaining three times over.
"We're bound, Father. Completely. In strength, in blood, in power. She pulled on magic she should not have, and I was present for it." Lucifer replied, tiredness etching across his features.
"What kind of power?" Michael asked, his brow deep with a frown.
"The kind a green witch such as Cyra should not have been able to wield. Pure white magic." Lucifer replied, his eyes flicking over to the closed door that hid Cyra's sleeping form.
"Pure white magic?" Michael echoed. He looked thoughtful.
"It burned up a whole lot of her energy. She's spent. If she uses that kind of power again, who knows what kind of damage it could inflict."
God turned his back to the group, his hands moving to rest dutifully in his hip.
"Pure white -" God muttered to himself.
"Like the light of Heaven?" Michael asked, tilting his head slightly as he peered from his brother to his father.
Lucifer sat forward as he sensed Michael's brain turning over in his head.
"What are you getting at?" Lucifer asked, looking to his Father also.
"There's a chance that she didn't just pull from pure magic. Right? Maybe she pulled from Heaven itself. It wouldn't be a rare occurrence, considering she can pull from Hell and Earth." Michael tried to reason.
"Heaven, Hell, Earth, old magic, new magic. Cyra is single-handedly the most powerful witch in the world." God muttered, before turning his head to look at his youngest son.
"You saw it? The magic?" God asked, to which Lucifer nodded his head.
"Let me see," God coaxed, holding his hand out.
Lucifer nodded and God closed the distance between them, placing his hand to the top of Lucifer's head. Burying his fingers in his son's hair to tap into his mind. Lucifer closed his eyes and replayed the scene over and over in his mind.
God gasped, his eyes filling over with white as Lucifer remembered.
"Oh my." God whispered to himself.
"What is it, Father?" Michael asked, moving forward also with keen interest.
"Pure creation. She pulled from pure creation. I hadn't seen magic like that since I wield it all those centuries ago. Creation at it's finest point." God withdrew his hand, and Lucifer slumped back, even more tired than before.
"How though? How did she tap into it?" Lucifer asked, his eyes slowly blinking.
"She didn't. Creation isn't something you tap into it. It finds you, it chooses you. Just as it chose me. Creation wants to be touched by her, wants to be used by her. For what, I cannot say." God replied, curiosity and confusion played host to his emotions.
"Than why did it make her so sick?" Michael asked the question Lucifer was thinking.
"She's not powerful enough. Not yet. It senses a change, it tapped into her raw potential, her eyes were pure white. You -" God turned to look at his son again.
"You helped. Somehow. How does that factor, though?" He asked, mostly talking to himself now.
Michael shot Lucifer a confused look to which Lucifer shrugged in reply.
"It was like you levelled her out, like you were the other half to her. L-" God stopped speaking, his mouth falling open to shock.
"Father?" Michael spoke up.
Lucifer tilted his head, his eyes on God.
"Dad?" Lucifer asked, worried.
"Lucifer. What have you done?" God muttered.
Lucifer pushed himself up to stand, walking over to his Father and moved to face him.
"What's going on? What did you realise?"
God's eyes cleared and he focused on the young face in front of him.
"You didn't just bind yourself, my boy. You are one with her. Completely and utterly. You created something new, it wasn't the use of magic that made her sick. It was your connection that did that. Creation didn't expect two types of magic to join but when you held her, you created something new. A new magic. Not one of Earth or Hell, or even Heaven. But one of all three." God replied, raising his hand to place on Lucifer's shoulder.
The dark prince winced slightly.
"She's the most powerful being in the entire world, Lucifer. A witch that can wield Hell, Heaven, and Earth magic." God added gently.
Michael swallowed as he got to his feet.
"So she's got a chance of defeating Zeus then." Michael said, crossing his arms.
"A chance? My boys, she could wipe out this entire half of the world with a snap of her fingers. A witch about to head into a war with a deadly magic she has no control over. This could mean the end for everyone."
Lucifer turned his head to look at the closed door as a heavy emotion began to sit at the bottom of his stomach.
"What do I do?" Lucifer asked, not sure if he wanted to hear the answer.
"You pray. You pray for mercy, my son. You pray to creation that Cyra can handle herself. You pray that she has enough common sense to know when she's losing control." God replied.
Michael stepped forward, and reached for his brother.
"She's not alone, and neither are you. If it goes too far, we'll pull her back. You'll pull her back, just like you always have." Michael's hand lay heavy on Lucifer's right shoulder while God's lay heavy on his left.
"And our bond?" Lucifer was almost too afraid to ask.
"You hope to Hell that she loves you more than revenge, more than this town, because if she uses too much. She will destroy you." God replied, making Lucifer close his eyes.
Lucifer took a deep breath and opened his eyes, locking them on his Father.
"I forgive you," he said quietly.
God couldn't smile, didn't want to when the risk of his son's life was too great.
"I'm sorry, my son." God replied, bowing his head slightly.
Lucifer could feel Michael's hand squeeze tighter in his shoulder before disappearing altogether.
"I forgive you too, Michael." Lucifer turned to look at his brother.
"If I could trade places, I would." Michael spoke softly.
Lucifer nodded, and took a deep breath to steady his nerves.
"She's worth it." Lucifer replied.
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Salem 2
Fantasy(Previously Lucifer) "It was torture, knowing you were alive and walking around and I couldn't have you." "It was worse than torture, worse than death." Book 2
