The Angelic Demon (Lute X F.OC)

-Lucifer-

Getting up to the circle of pride took some time and the blood of those that got in the way of the angry ex-angel.

"Hey, hot stuff, wanna have some fun?"

"Ayo want your cunt filled up?"

"Look at that ass!"

Or even.

"Damn you fine, wanna suck me off?"

Got their innards turned into outards.

Truthfully it wasn't because of what they were saying but because they got in her business and wouldn't leave her alone.

She didn't care if the circle of pride or pentagram city was the most populated and the place they'd hit with the extermination of the sinners, it was also the closest of the circles to heaven and she could see a part of heaven from it, almost as a taunt.

A taunt she wanted to be reminded off.

And so as the guards of pride tried to stop her, it only landed them with their heads sliced off and her with the whole squad called on her.

With a grin, Camael summoned two knives, running at the first, dropping to slide between the brute's legs, stabbing one up into his family jewels and slicing them while slamming the other into his back, using the anchor points to flip herself to stand in his back as he fell over.

"Do come at me and let me cleanse the shit stain you are in everyone's life." It was no more then a week she has spent in hell up until now but her body was getting used to its punishment, enduring long sentences and more movement before spitting out her golden blood which was useful.

She ducked a volley of bullets with a laugh, ducking behind a pillar from their gate.

The knives vanished and she pulled out what she had gotten here in hell, it looked like a modern day human cop gun but black with white embossing on it with touches of read, sinners making weapons out of the angelic ones left behind after an extermination.

She peeked out, holding it up, blasting a hole through the skull of an ugly bastard.

"You'll never take me alive fuckers!"

"After her! Don't let her get away!"

She hadn't tried to fly with the remaining of her wings yet so she ran, shooting over her shoulder, cackling like a true hellborn demon, an angel driven by hate towards heaven is a worse enemy then all demons reunited against the pearly gates.

Knocking over sinners or using them as a living shield, turning the corner.

"Go go go!" The guards yelled, running around the corner and down the street.

The lid of a trashcan slowly lifted as Camael stood up, triumphantly holding the lid over her head.

Someone clearing their throat made her throw the lid at them tho.

"Next time try a heavenly weapon, a lid can't kill me tho good try."

Her four eyes went wide, never expecting to run into him.

Still as dashing as he ever was, that grin as monstrous as it should be, the morningstar, the first demon.

"Lucifer..."

"Hell-o sister." He lifted the trash lid to his chest like a gentleman would with a hat. "I'd say nice to see you here but we'd both be lying after you shut the gates of heaven in my face."

"Still are much of a bastard as ever." She grinned with a quirk of her left brow.

"Thank you for the compliment dear but might I know why you are putting holes through my security?"

"Maybe somewhere else." She said, covering the golden blood with her hand on her throat and ducking her head.

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As confident as Lucifer's grin and pose were, Camael could almost feel the anxiety vibrating the air around him.

He always had a big mouth but before he fell all it took to calm him down was mention a one on one with herself.

Thinking about it, she was always the 'evil angel' in their eyes, a surprise she wasn't framed sooner.

Giving him a quick run down while having a towel tied around her throat to not bleed everywhere was easy enough... The man a head shorter then her clinging to her waist with baby tears on his face and refusing to let go was the harder part.

She tried to push and pull but nothing, relinquished to being the snuggle toy of a temperamental Lucifer.

"Are you done?" She asked the puppy dog eyed demon after a while, seeing him shove away as if she was holy water, even hissing like an angry cat, landing in his own chair in his office once again.

"Arhm, yes." He said, nervously rubbing his neck.

With a hummed scoff, she smiled a bit, finally picking up the tee cup with a little spider web in the handle, taking a sip of the gone cold drink.

"You still remembered." 

"Of course I do, I might not be in heaven but I would not forget my family." Hurt seeped into those words, making her stare into the cup, wondering if he keep raspberry tee around for her, or maybe Sera's favorite cookies in a little jar, maybe the incense Peter had liked... Guilt was a hard emotion to digest.

She dumped out the drink on the ground but neither ex-angels cared for the stain it would leave on the carpet.

With a sigh, she put the empty cup down.

"As touching as it is for the king of hell to remember me, I am not here to chit chat." Putting her thumb each on the tips of her horns. "I am in quite a predicament as I do bleed golden still despite these."

"It is weird." Lucifer admitted, a hand lifted to his chin. "I don't think even I do anymore but hahaha~ it has been a while since I've been bled."

"Want me to test that out?"

"...No... No I would not." A drop of sweat rolling down his forehead as he said with a crooked smile.

"I agreed to this to try anything to make me fit in. I was framed for the doings of another and cast out like a dirty rag, I'll drag their golden city through the blood of millions to make them pay but I can't get that done if I'll be at risk of being found out because of how I bleed."

"And only the high Seraphim could break that halo off from around your neck." He rubbed his own, remembering the spikes on her halo clearly, a painful thought to have them jabbed into his own throat and bleed if anything disturbed them.

"Yeah and it is not like Sera believed me in my unfair trial anyway."

"Hmm... I'll ask my wife if there is anything that can be done but she is been quite busy with Charlie."

Camael's raised brow was all Lucifer needed to go on a spill about just how cute and how adorable was his darling little girl while all Camael got hung upon was that Lucifer was a father.

"Please tell me you are kidding."

"Hey! She is the worlds mos precious girl!"

"Oh my heavens." Camael muttered. "There is two of them now."

"Don't you dare diss my daughter you cunt!"

"CUNT?!! You are the jackass fuckface!" She slammed her hands on the table, leaning over it as the king of hell shrank into his shoulders. "Do I need to remind you who's the strongest between us too brother?" She whispered.

The tension broken as the door was cracked open.

"Daddy?"