The Devil and His Lover

Chapter 4

The fallen angel stared at the human in shock, "Lukas, how- how are you here?" He turned to Lucifer, "Did you-"

"Relax," The Devil raises his hand to stop his brother. "I didn't do anything. Don't have me wings, remember?"

"Mm, speaking of wings," Angeles walked away from the bar and circled Amenadiel. "Where are yours?"

"I-" The angel turned on his heel so he could keep the human in his line of sight, "I fell..."

Angeles made a pained expression, "I'm... Sorry. I still don't like you but I'm... Sorry, Amenadiel..."

"Thank you," The man sighed. "But it was my own doing. I got selfish and Father punished me."

"Well, if it's any consolation, I tolerate you more than any of your siblings."

"Except for one," Amenadiel raised his eyebrows and gave him a sly smile.

Angeles cleared his throat and turned away to hide his face, ignoring Lucifer's questioning glance and grabbing the bottle from the bar. He took off his glasses, putting them in their portable case, and looked at Amenadiel, "Right, sure. Well, where's your mother?"

"Oh!" The angel turned to the elevator, "She should be here soon..."

The human nearly choked on his drink and had to wipe his chin when some dribbled on his chin, "What?! She's-" The elevator dinged and his shoulders slumped in defeat when a woman walked out, "Here..."

"Lucifer, Amenadiel," The goddess of creation smiled at the two, brushing a lock of her brown hair behind her ear. "I've been meaning to talk to you both." She spotted Lukas watching her from the bar a few feet away and her smile dropped, "Human."

Angeles regarded her with cold eyes, "Whore."

Mother scoffed and turned to her sons, pointing at the human, "What is this... Abomination doing here?"

"Mum," Lucifer's eyes flashed red, especially when he saw the small flinch Angeles gave at the word she used. "I didn't tolerate you calling him that then, I will not tolerate it now. Lukas is not an abomination."

She rolled her eyes, "But he's not like us! His father tried and he failed, making this-this thing." The goddess shook her head, "And to think that I thought Luke could create another one..."

"Wait," Angeles shook with rage, his bright green eyes darkening. "Are you telling me that it was you that made Luke... That made him..."

The goddess waved her hand, "I simply led him to Lucifer, that's all. I don't see the harm."

"Don't see the-" The human lunged forward, wrapping his hand around her throat and easily lifting her a foot off the ground, slamming her on the wall, "Don't see the harm?! Look at me! Look at what he did to me!" His eyes started to glow a bit, almost like grace, but it seemed almost artificial, "You can't see what he did, what my father did?!" His muscles shook, not from keeping her up for a long time but because he was holding himself back from crushing her windpipe, "My father did this to me! Five hundred and twelve years ago he tore his own son apart and put him back together again and again because he saw an angel one day. For years he tortured me, drowned me, burned me because he wanted to make me into something divine! And you're telling me that it was you that led Luke to Lucifer in the first place?"

Amenadiel approached the human slowly, keeping his hands up like he was a cornered animal, "Lukas... Perhaps you should let her go before she loses too much air?" He didn't want to provoke the man and cause him to attack him. Now that he was a human, Angeles was much stronger than him. The man's father made sure he was stronger than anyone he would face.