The Girl Who Made The Devil Weak

Family Matters

Lucifer shot up from his slumber, gasping for breath as he realized it was another nightmare.

He reached over onto the other side of the bed where Hanna laid, expecting to find her there sleeping. Instead, cold, ruffled sheets met his grasp, causing his heart to stutter.

"Hanna?"

"Looking for someone?~"

Lucifer's gaze snapped up to meet a pair of bright blue eyes glowing in the darkness of the room. Anger surged within him as he looked upon his brother.

"What did you do with her?" He got up from the bed, "What have you done with my wife?!"

Michael chuckled. Slowly, he stepped out from the shadow he was hiding in, revealing that he was covered in blood.

"I haven't done anything... yet~"

"What's that mean? Who's blood is that?!"

Michael smirked, an unspoken evil burned in his eyes.

"You'll just have to figure that out yourself."

Furious, Lucifer stood from the bed and lunged at his brother, tackling him to the ground.

"You tell me where she is right now, or I swear, I will kill you right where you lie."

Michael grinned, malice evident in the sneer, "Why don't you go find out for yourself? The longer you take interrogating me, the less time you have to find her."

Anger coursed through Lucifer as he swiftly and angrily smashed his fist into Michael's teeth, knocking him out.

~~

She woke with a start, sitting straight up in the bed. A nightmare had taken hold during the night and it terrified her beyond belief. She reached over the covers, fingers searching for him, but she soon found that she was all alone. Her eyes widened as she looked the room over, realizing that she was in a room she'd never seen before.

"Where am I?"

No one answered, her question instead being met by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the door.

Maybe they can help me?

The footsteps stopped in front of the door, the doorknob turning slowly as they opened it.

Her hands flew to cover her mouth in shock. There standing before her was a gorgeous man with enormous white and gold wings dragging on the ground behind him. The man stepped further into the room, closing the door with his foot as he walked slowly toward her, smiling gently, a hint of malice hidden in his eyes.

"Hello Hanna."