**DISCONTINUED**
The High Priestess knows better than to view the universe as black and white. In contrast to her superiors, she understands that where there is bad in good, there can be good in bad. A shame it is that such a mindset got her banishe...
Lucifer paced back and forth anxiously. His thoughts were sporadic; unable to calm himself down from the rush of unease that infiltrated his system. Red eyes narrowed in suspicion. '(Y/N) has never been one to cause trouble. What is Heaven planning now?' He grit his teeth. 'Rather, why have they suddenly thrown her out? What do they know? What does she know?'
'And better yet, why do they feel so threatened by her presence?' The sound of his footsteps came to a halt. His brows furrowed worriedly at her now incapacitated body. She was once a being full of light, both figuratively and literally. Her stature reeked authority, yet at the same time, twinged with an assurance of equity. Normally one would tremble in such a powerful presence. But she was never one to make subordinates bow down. No, she treated everyone with an equal respect.
With that being said, how could someone get offended by a person such as her? So much so, to throw her out?
The High Priestess was one of the most powerful beings in the universe. So, to see her so lifeless scared Lucifer.
It's been a long time since he'd felt so powerless.
He released a shaky breath, raking a pale hand through his blonde hair. Sitting on a nearby arm chair, he watched as the woman's (S/T) fingers twitched uncomfortably. She looked hollowed out and empty. It was as though she was trapped in an unconscious state...one where Lucifer wasn't sure she'd wake up from.
The very thought sent a wave of panic through his body. Without thinking, he grabbed one of her hands and pressed it against his forehead. "Come on. Don't just leave like this. I—" he sucked in a breath, "I need to know what happened to you. Wake up." He begged, wishing and pleading that the God above would heed his prayers. Unknowingly, raw angelic power seeped from his hands to hers. A soft golden glow brushed her knuckles.
Her eyes fluttered open.
Not much made sense at first—it was all a bit of a muddled blur. The concussion she probably had didn't help either.
(Y/N) was convinced she has been hallucinating when she saw Lucifer. After all, it's been 10,000 years since she had last seen him. She wasn't sure it was possible she would ever see him again. Regardless, her eyes glossed over at the sight of the Angel.
She reached her hand to cup his cheek, believing that it would just pass right through him. Imagine her surprise when it didn't.
Lucifer's eyes shot wide open, staring into her own shocked (E/C) hues. They sat in silence for a moment, astounded with the situation at hand.
"Holy shit." He muttered, jaw slacked.
(Y/N) gasped, putting one hand on his shoulder and using the other to point at him disapprovingly. "Lucifer! Watch your language, young man." She replied quickly. It was so instantaneous—an incredibly instinctive response. One that would have been looked over 10 millennia ago, when they were still close. But considering the lifetimes they had spent apart, the scolding was really quite..nostalgic.
There was a silence between them again where they really just stared at each other disbelievingly. That was, until Lucifer grabbed her by her shoulders and brought her into a crushing embrace. She sat, surprised and unmoving. It was only until she felt him shaking with soft sobs that she wrapped him in her arms.
She pressed his head against the crook of her neck, cradling him as close as physically possible. They held onto each other as if the other might disappear at any moment. Which wasn't an irrational fear, considering that was exactly what happened in the past.
The moment they separated, Lucifer bombarded her with questions. "(Y/N), how are you here? Why are you here? And what the hell happened?" He asked the last question in regard to her physical state.
She sat in silence, holding onto his hand firmly. Her lips parted, but only a breath of air let out. She winced at her cowardice.
"I..." she started, hesitant to tell him the events of what happened. She worried that it would only bring back unpleasant memories for himself.
The (H/C) pulled her hand away, hugging herself with her arms. She reached for her back, gasping horrifically when she only felt two wings. She pat herself down, finding that her other two pairs of wings were mere nubs now. (Y/N) inhaled sharply. "No...it can't be." Her lips trembled.
Lucifer placed a comforting hand on her arm. He looked away guiltily. "I did what I could. They were...in really bad shape, (Y/N). Unsalvageable. I'm so sorry."
She squint her eyes harshly as she leaned against the bed's headboard. She turned, glancing at the King Of Hell pathetically. "I... I apologize, but right now I can't tell you what happened. Not right now." 'It's still too fresh of a wound.'
He nodded his head, sighing. "Yeah, I figured. Take your time." He stared at her sympathetically. "It isn't easy. I would know."
A staggered cry left her lips. "Oh, Lucifer!" She pulled him in again for a hug. "I'm so sorry I couldn't save you. If I had known—if I had an inkling of an idea what they were going to do to you and Lilith, I would have put a stop to it immediately," She cupped his face, her tear-stricken features appalling him. "I wish I had gotten to say goodbye before you had gone."
For all of the years he has lived, not once had he ever seen the Seraph cry. He worried about the detrimental effects that Hell's environment was already having on her.
Despite the aching feeling growing in his chest, he smiled. "It isn't your fault," he rolled his eyes, "It's theirs." Obviously referring to the other Seraphim in heaven. He shook the bad thoughts away. "Besides, if I hadn't been cast to hell, I would have never had Charlie." His expression turned soft.
The Seraph wiped away her tears. "Charlie?" She was unfamiliar of the name.
Lucifer looked up at her proudly. "My daughter."
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With assistance, (Y/N) was guided to a room full of portraits. Still dazed, she tried to make out the faces in each one.
Most of which she recognized to be the man beside her. She couldn't help but smile at how in each one, he sported a large grin. It brought a warmth to her heart despite the circumstances.
They finally stopped in the middle of the hallway. A large painting, nearly the size of herself, greeted her.
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As her eyes grazed the artwork, she was put into a state of awe. She could hardly believe what she was seeing. She faced the shorter man with a bittersweet grin.
"One doesn't realize how long 10,000 years is," She guided Lucifer's gaze (which had originally been on her, watching her reaction) to the painting. "Until you find out your closest companion already has a family of his own." She released a blissful sigh, twinged with poignancy.
She continued, a little more solemnly than before. "I was so frightened when I found you had been exiled." She admitted with a crack in her voice. Lucifer went to comfort her, but she quieted him. "I'm proud of you. For finding light in a situation so darkened with despair."
Using the wall as balance, the (S/T)-toned Seraph continued to make subtle strides down the furnished hallway. Unbeknownst to her, the Morningstar's eyes glazed over with a feeling he had forgotten.
The feeling of home.
He didn't see the way her eyes lingered on Charlie's smiling face, a frown replacing her own.
