Through Heaven and Hell

All is Rage

 "Who did this to you?" Lucifer demands, looking at my arm.

"Just some guy," I reply, and before I can ask him what happened with him today, he starts talking again.

"This is bad. What are we going to do?"

"What's the problem?"

"You bled," he says as if I just told him I have three heads.

"And?"

"You're an angel. You shouldn't bleed."

"I shouldn't bleed?" I repeat, trying to wrap my head around the concept.

"Something is wrong."

"I don't understand. Lucifer, you have to tell me what happened with me. With us," I say, reaching for him.

"You have to remember on your own." He pulls away from me. I feel hurt by his actions.

"Why?" I demand, reaching for him again. Again, he pulls away. "Touch me!" I exclaim, starting to choke up.

"I'm just going to tell you everything if you touch me. You need to figure this out on your own," he says, starting to walk away.

"Why? Why can't you just tell me?"

"Because you're going to hate me."

"I could never hate you," I say, feeling hurt that he'd think that.

"You would."

"So you're keeping this from me?"

"You're going to remember with time," he responds, and I frown.

"What did you do?"

"I'm not telling you, darling. You'll just have to remember."

"Then kiss me," I tell him, going over to him and reaching up to grab his face.

"Wait what?" He pulls away, but he grabs my hands.

"I remember things when I'm kissing you or wanting to kiss you or whatever," I say, leaning up to try and kiss him. He moves his head to the side, avoiding my lips. "Lucifer!"

"I'm sorry," he whines. "I'm just...I just worked so hard to get back to you, and to think that you might leave me terrifies me," he admits, making my heart ache.

"How long were we apart?"

"Even longer than you'd been on Earth. Over a hundred years," he responds, and I feel my heart beat faster.

"That's long."

"And I don't want to lose you," he admits.

"I wouldn't leave you," I press.

"You did, though."

"I did?"

"You told me you never wanted to see me again."

A flash. It's coming back to me. A flood of emotions runs through me as I see everything.

He's in bed with someone. Someone that's not me. I scream in anger. It's the red room. He lurches out of bed, trying to explain. But I can't even see him. I can only see the woman that was taking my Devil away from me.

"Wait! Stop!" Lucifer pleads, but I ignore him, instead yanking the woman out of bed and throwing her to the ground. I can't believe what I'm doing, but I'm too consumed with rage. She screams, but I move to hit her.

I'm suddenly lifted off the ground. Lucifer. He's pulling me back.

"Darling, please, just listen to me," he pleads.

"I never want to see you again, you bastard," I spit, clawing at his hand and tearing myself from his grasp. My wings unfurl—and I'm brought back to the present.

"You fucking cheated on me?" I demand, and his face pales.

"I did. I won't deny it. But it wasn't of my own free will," he says, and I pull away from him.

"Oh so someone forced you to fuck her?"

"No—"

"I take it back. I take back all that I said," I cut in. "I need some time," I tell him, feeling too many emotions to think straight.

"You don't even remember what we'd been through to be together," he pleads.

"Would that make it better? It wouldn't change the fact that you fucked someone else," I spit bitterly.

"Darling, please, just listen."

"Don't you fucking 'darling' me with that fucking perfect accent of yours. I hate you and your fucking perfectness," I snap.

"I—I'll refrain from commenting on that," he says, looking conflicted. I'd be confused, too, if someone hurled such insults/compliments at me.

"Just leave me alone," I say, pushing past him and going upstairs to my room for the first time.

I don't know what to do. All that I remember is the rage. I hated him so much. I hated myself for loving him. And now, that's all I feel.

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