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Black Wings

Fantastik

Some say revenge is best served cold but for Lucifer it's best when it is him doing it. He lived his life normally, normal family, normal days and nights. One day, an unfortunate chain of events happened. He learned who he really was, who he truly i...

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5: Black Night

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by Th3wolfkin

by Th3wolfkin

In the days of ruthless work and traning, Death was still pushing Lucifer. One night upon the still air laid a dark secret. A whisper upon the wind, calling out to him. Without knowing who's voice it was. It was emanating with black energy.

The man who was Lucifer's father was whispering, "Come now follow," vauge instructions. Lucifer, now had intrest to follow such a strain whispering voice. Gripping his head his head throbbed. His body moved on its own, his vision fading.

"Lucifer, hey earth to you," Death walked over, hands rested in the pockets of his worn out blue jeans. His black shirt was loosely worn. And his glare was as cold as ever. He grabbed the young teen by his shirt collar and tried to snap him back in to reality. "Hey wake up kid," Death slapped Lucifer a few times thinking it would help. Sadly no effect, whatever held him, wasn't letting go easily.

"Damn it," Death mumbled before he followed behind Lucifer. His eyes were blank, and spaced out. The air seemed to grow ever so thinner with every step.

"Oh child," the shadow of a man black energy with red eyes walked ever so slowly forward. The slow paced walk, every step clanked on the ground. It was Lucifer's father. "The child bears my blade," Satan whispered chillingly, "soon I will be able to rule hell and Earth," laughing demonically he walked on.

Lucifer crashed to the ground his body covered with mud as the rain starts to fall ever so quicker. He slowly pushed himself up as he saw Death learking over him. "Where am i," Lucifer mumbled barely finding enough strength to get back onto his feet. Eventually, his sword pushing down on the ground he slowly pushed himself to his feet, he groaned. "I'm heading home, I ain't feeling well," Lucifer said before his large wings appeared. Gliding gently back to the apartment he landed soon opening the door. "I'm home," he mumbled. Elizabeth was waiting, she smiled at him. Walking past he went straight to bed.

Death wondered still at the same spot earlier, how, how could Satan get out. Death slowly walked his way home, no reason to fly. Ever step he took he killed countless plants. Soon arriving home.