Hello, My Name Is Lucifer (Book III)

Chapter 17 - Who Cares If One More Light Goes Out? Well, I Do

"That's impossible." Gabriel coughed strongly, which was distracting him enough for me to push myself off the ground meanwhile. "You had planned this! You wanted to kill me all along!" As I turned back to him his face was boiling with anger, suppressing all the pain he must be feeling at the moment.

"I didn't plan this." My voice quieter than usual. "I didn't want you to die." And I meant it. My mind was still full of hate towards him that was stuck in me since years but now my heart was aching.

"Liar!" He cried out, bloody tears streaming down his face. I stumbled back in response, but kept silent. Only for the silence to be overshadowed by loud thuds - the angels hitting the ground.

"We both know, you didn't win. All of this for nothing. You'll die and you only dragged others with you. There's one thing you don't know, that I know how to get them back to heaven."

Gabriel shook his head and spat blood while talking to me "No one can get them back. And no one will get you back."

Before I was able to question his statement he had grabbed my arm and teleported us away from my house, just to arrive in a well-know and well-hated place. Hell.

"Take him," Gabriel pushed me on my knees in front of Amnael's throne. His hand lingering a second on my shoulder for support. "As promised you get a lot of angels for your prisons. Count him as a personal gift - but make sure he never sees the light again."

I would have got up and protested, but I myself felt even worse than Gabriel did.

But should I really go down without a fight?

I turned my upper body towards my brother. Life was leaving his body step by step and it was showing. His face pale and his eyes bloodshot. His hands trembling and his lips blue. He looked like a ghost. Nothing of his former conceitedness was left.

"Don't even try," Amnael's voice warned. He was now standing beside me and grabbed my arm, dragged me up to make me stand. "Don't worry, Gabriel, I know just the right place."

Gabriel's mouth opened but closed again. He was shaking and fell to his knees. With a loud groan he threw up blood and his whole body sacked to the ground.

"Gabe." I pulled myself away from Amnael and got on my knees. I scooted closer to check on Gabriel. His breathing was almost none existent and he was struggling to keep his eyes open.

"Luce," he replied and more blood escaped from his mouth. His words were almost a whisper but I understood everything, "I'm sorry."

And there I saw it in his eyes, that's my little brother. The one I used to know when I was still home and we were a family. What has gone wrong?
I didn't reply.

"I-...I shouldn't have lied to father to make you leave." His eyes closed and soon he drew his last breath.

"Gabe..." I whispered to my little brother. Hoping that he'd come back but he wouldn't.

"Touching. Really touching." Amnael's voice echoed through the halls. I heard him step closer but my whole body chose to ignore it. I kept staring at Gabriel. Only when I felt Amnael's hand on my shoulder my mind snapped back to reality and was on full alert, but too late.

He teleported us in a dark room. I was barely able to seen anything but a small window, nowhere big enough for anyone to get through.
The next second Amnael was gone and I found him looking at me through the window.

"We built this cell in case we'd have problems with a strong angel - heck, maybe even god. Should work to keep you here, until you go crazy and even longer. Have fun alone." And suddenly his voice was gone. It was completely silent.

Once more locked in a cell - in hell. But did I lose? No, I don't think so. I might have lost the battle, but I didn't lose the war. After all there's  a way to get the angels back to heaven. Sometimes heroes have to fall in order for the world to stand. We hurt; we cry; we suffer; we stand up again and we fight. Sometimes even for the most unreasonable reason ever - for the family who doesn't see you as family anymore. For the once you love but for the ones who don't know you exist.

Yes, I fell.
Yes, I was hurt.
I was betrayed. I got tortured. And I am hurt. But I won even if it isn't a win for me.

I fought for my family and for humans, so both of them would be able to continue their normal lives. One soul for the greater good. At least I tried my best.

And as soon as I get out of here I'll fight for my new family - the demons - and I'll fix what is left to do for the angels.
I just have to wait, there's always a way out.

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I'm so sorry.
Doesn't feel like a proper closure to the series but for now it is. If I'm motivated I might write another (the real final) part but hey I hope you enjoy the series. Don't expect too much from me.