Lucifer

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Without any further words Lucifer left the place. Somehow he didn't feel welcome there at all. Since Pierce or rather Cain appeared, things had changed. There was a feeling inside of him he never felt before. Jealousy. Back at his penthouse Lucifer got himself a drink as usual and dropped on a sofa nearby. His vacation on earth turned out to be his nightmare. Everybody told him what he should do or what he should become, he was so damn fed up to do so. He was Lucifer Morningstar, the devil, the prince of darkness and ruler of hell even tho his dad wanted him to be someone else. His dad made him what he became. His dad casted him out of heaven and left him for good. Probably it's better to stay away from Cloe, for a while at least. The dream he had every night became more real each time. What did mean? Why did his dad put Cloe in his way at first place so he could watch her die even he could help her? In his dreams his wings or better said his dad held him back to rescue her.  It drove him crazy actually mad. Lucifer was so sensible in the presence of mCloe cause he couldn't trust himself anymore. Would he be the reason of her death?  Who says the the devil is cruel, god  was way crueler. Lucifer tried it once to get rid off of his wings once again but with no success. They grew back  no matter how many times he cut them off.  His father really knew how to piss him off  but Lucifer didn't like to play by the rules of his dad. His dad might have forgiven him but that didn't mean that he forgave him. Lucifer got his next glass filled with scotch and another one and another one but his rage wasn't less the more he thought about it. No one can form him as they please. He wasn't a barbie doll you can dress as you want and put it in a place you want.  Lucifer sat at the bar but his dark eyes rolled to the other end, where Maze's demon dagger lay. With no hesitation he got up and grabbed it and went on the terrace. Without thinking, only fury raging through his head he spread his wings.
In that very second Mazikeen entered the penthouse a bit pissed off as usual.
„I can't believe it! They actually told me at the department that I should torture my clients a little less. Seriously!!! Torture is my job! Lucifer are you list..." and then she stopped when there was no answer coming from Lucifer. Usually he tried to talk her out and telling her to calm down but this time...nothing. He wasn't even there, well she couldn't see him at first.
„Lucifer?" but no answer. Something was off, then she felt the wind that was coming from the window that lead to the terrace. She approached and saw Luciferwithout a shirt and with fully spread wings on the terrace. There was something that alarmed her.
„Lucifer what are you doing out here?" he didn't answer which was unusual. Her eyes widened when she stepped in front of him and that he gold a dagger of hers in his right hand. His face was marked by pain and rage, she couldn't really tell cause she never saw him like that before.
„Lucifer, put down the dagger." no reaction except his eyes met hers. „Put it down, you don't know what you are doing."
„I know exactly what I'm doing Maze."
Lucifer answered with a menacing voice. „I am so fed up playing by dad's rules."
„You tried it before, they grew back again didn't matter how many times you did it."
„Then...I try it again."
„They will grow back Lucifer."
„He took everything from me. I'm not his damn pathetic marionette. I am the devil. He made me that way so he should accept what he created."
„Lucifer..."
„He should be so proud of what he created." he fastened his grip around the dagger and before Maze could react he cut off his wings within seconds and his screams pierced the night. As thought the wings grew back. Maze couldn't stop him getting them cut off over and over again. He went actually mad. The more he cut them off the more he became angry. Angry what his dad did to him, what he put in his way so he would change. It almost worked. Mazikeen didn't know what to do except she attacked him but unexpectedly he blocked her and sent her flying towards the wall.
„Stay away from me Mazikeen!"
„Or what? You wanna kill me?!"
Lucifer turned to her and something changed. Maze watched how his wings grew back but this time, they were black and his eyes...thez were back to normal...devilish normal.
"Lucifer...look at your wings?"
He didn't want to. It made him sick that they grew back again. He wasn't an angel anymore. He didn't serve heaven anymore. The wings were a nice reminder of that.
"Seriously Lucifer, look at your wings, they are black!" Maze shouted at him once again and this time he halted. Maze was right and it confused him.
"Your eyes are back to normal too."
"I never had wings in hell."
"Now you got them and it seems on your terms.  Guess, the devil is back." she smirked. "And you got one hell of a punch."
Lucifer looked once again at his new wings, then let them disappear and looked at the pile of the cut off wings.
"Well it seems I have no use for them anymore, right." and he got a lighter out of his pocket and burned them.
"The night is young, Maze. Let's get the party started downstairs, shall we." he grinned and Mace didn't disagree with that.