𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲

A Battle of Love and Hope

||~Angel~||
Agony.

Pure, white-hot agony laced through Angel Dust's body. His very soul felt like it was being ripped to shreds.

A melodic laugh spilled, echoing through the room. It wasn't his voice.

His eyes opened through the tears as he lay on the ground in the Ourobous circle.

"What a fascinating life you had, Anthony," the voice said with glee coating each word.

Anthony?

How... How did they know his name?

"Abusive parents, yet you stayed to protect your siblings. How sweet." Sarcasm drenched their words.

He needed to escape. This pain was too much. It was all too much.

His limbs made a weak attempt to move, to escape, only to be stopped by six indigo chains that wrap around his legs and two pairs of arms.

He tried to use his spare set, but those were pinned down too.

"Ah-ah-ah. Stay still, little spider. It'll be over soon." A face leaned in enough for Angel to see it clearly.

Violet eyes gleamed with sick joy and magenta lips curled with satisfaction. "It'll all be worth-"

"Lilith," a different voice called, angry and confused and hurt. "What are you doing?"

Lilith. That's who she is, Angel's mind supplies him. Then again, he should have guessed it with that large crown on her head.

"My darling." As she moved away from Angel, her voice became muffled and he could hardly hear or see her at all.

||~Alastor~||
"I am only collecting my end of the deal," Lilith hummed, checking her nails absently.

Lucifer's fists curled at his sides. "You left for seven years and come back for a soul?"

Lilith laughed. "I am the Queen, Lucifer. I can-"

"Your royal influence crumbled the moment you left, Lilith. You know this, yes?" Alastor interrupted. Lilith's violet eyes darted to him, a tinge of fury shining like a star. Lucifer stepped in front of him, a scowl on his face.

Lucifer glanced at Alastor with annoyance, then looked back at his ex-wife. "He is correct. You are no longer Queen of Hell, Lilith. You made this deal with Alastor as that, but now you are an average Sinner." He held his hand up and a red speck rushed out of Lilith's chest.

It flowed freely, then shot into Lucifer's own chest. The ring on Lilith's finger crumbled to dust.

"You cannot do this to me, Lucifer. I held you when you needed me-!"

"You left me and took Charlie. You lied to her about everything." Lucifer's eyes shifted into a nothingness of red, an endless void of blood.

"As King of Hell, I seize your power as Queen of Hell and I take back all that I have given you." He stomped his cane and a shrill voice shrieked into the air.

"YOU CAN'T!"

"I just did."

Lilith's eyes blazed with growing rage. The ex-Queen looked at Alastor, then at Angel.

Her lips curled.

"...Despite you taking my powers, Lucifer," she spat, his name full of venom. "I still own his Soul." She conjured a chain, but it fell apart before it even wrapped around Alastor's neck.

His stitches became visible, and they soon fell from his face.

Alastor's eyes widened slightly before they glanced at Lucifer, who sighed. "You made the deal using your Queenly power, Lilith. Alastor's deal is void."