On Broken Wings of Love and Deceit (Samifer, FemSam)

Chapter Two

Silence is Golden

Lucifer lay on the ground, eyes blinking rapidly as the world slowly came into focus. He remembered this place. Wrought Iron gates, weathered gravestones, large muddy puddles amongst scruffy tufts of  grass. This was where his last memories took place,  before the cage, where he had fallen.

He closed his eyes, hands over his head as the painful memories flooded this thoughts, his mind whirling and writhing under the strain of it all. How they had fallen, tumbling, decending into the blindning  darkness. Michael, eyes glowing bright, had vanished. Lucifer had always thought it was god himself who had removed his brother from the cage. Michael had long been his favourite after all. And, how after an few days of fun, Samantha Winchester had also been raised from perdition, leaving only her soul to play with; which was quickly broken. He was alone once more in his own private hell.

Gasping, Lucifer desperately tried to repress the past. Panic stricken, he stood up, lurching like a drunk to lean on a mossy gravestone. Coming back to himself, the dense fog of his hysteria gradually dissipating,he glanced around- and suddenly noticed the absence of any resistance. A lone crow cawed in the distance, the wind moaned between the grave markers. There was no sign of the Winchesters. No Impala. No Hunters. Nothing.

This fact both relived and terrified Lucifer. He was so grateful he didn't have to fight his way to safety, he was positive he never would have made it. Not in his current state. However, the lack of hunters was also disturbing- where they dead? Was there a group of them ready to ambush? Or worse, was a larger threat keeping them busy? He couldn't deal with this. Head spinning with fatigue, Lucifer stumbled out of the old battlefield, using gravestones and fence posts as crutches.

Once out of the perimeter of those huge iron gates and into the surrounding woodland, he allowed himself to rest. Sliding down with his back against an old weather beaten oak, he concentrated on his ragged breathing. In and out, taking it one breath at a time. Panic subsiding, he looked around. Having not traveled far from the entrance of the graveyard, he could see the road which let to it. The track was overgrown with wild grasses and brambles. Nobody had passed this way for a very long time, possibly not since the day of his fall. This meant there was no ambush. There really were no hunters.

How strange.

But he couldn't stand and wonder at the world forever, not like he used to when he was one of gods favorites. Now he had things to do, enemies, an apocalypse to start. Not to mention two broken wings and a melting vessel. Back in the good old days; when he was young and full of ideas for his first Armageddon, he would have planned. He would have plotted for weeks, exactly how and when each disaster would take place, how the plagues would spread. When to introduce Croatoan into an unsuspecting world. How to reap the most chaos and pain.

But now, his heart wasn't in the game. Lucifer was tired, bone weary of the never ending circle of life. He didn't care. With no-one in particular to torture, his horsemen dead, he just didn't care. He loved to think of his brothers face, as he fell spectacularly, leaving a trail of fire and smoke in the air. Would his brother regret what he had done when he saw him like this? Would he care?

Now, with no-one watching, Lucifer just wanted it all to end. He wanted the endless confusion, good and evil, heaven and hell to stop. Just stop. Maybe the end would finally bring him peace. Silence. Oblivion.

He wanted to die and he wanted to take everything down with him.

 Lucifer flinched violently as the harsh rasp of a crows call echoed eerily through the trees. Dusk was falling fast, and the air around him was starting to smell damp, like rain was on the way. During his time on the cage, various angelic abilities had been stripped from him, he now needed shelter and sustenance, like a human would. Disgusting himself with his own weakness, he wrapped his arms around his body in a feeble attempt to retain some warmth as he began his hike into the centre of the barren forest. Intent on his plan to unleash his remaning power in one hit, destroying the world and himself together.

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After several hours of tedious walking, bare feet covered in dirt and clotted blood, hunger clawing viciously at his belly; Lucifer decided that here was as good of a place than anywhere. He stood in a small clearing, pine trees reeking of sap towering overhead and the floor a blanket of needles. Stepping gingerly to avoid pine cones, he walked to the middle and looked up at the unforgiving grey sky.

Closing his eyes tightly, he sent out a silent prayer, half hatred half sorrow, into the void.

Michael.

I was never a good brother to you. Always unruly, always in trouble. You were kind to me. I looked up to you.

Where have those angels gone?

God cast me down because i loved him. More than anything. Why? Because i refused to bow to the flawed, murderous apes? So he had you throw he into hell. And you obeyed.

You were my brother.

But now, now we are distant. Broken apart by his hand. Does the punishment fit the crime? Especially when I was right? Look at what 6 billion of them have done to earth. And how many blame me for it?

So this is the judgment day.

 And for once, i will be the one making the decisions.  And I decide... this is the end.

I WIN.

As if in answer, a single drop of rain fell from the brewing clouds listening above. Landing on Lucifer's cold skin and running down his cheek, like a tear. He focused all his senses on the tiny drop of water, now clinging to the base of his chin, wobbling in the breeze. Indecisive about whether to fall.

Slowly, almost leisurely, Lucifer reached up and blotted the drip from his chin. Canceling all his doubts about the foolish thing he was about to do, he allowed himself to extend his arms outward, creating the shape of a crucifix with his body. Sacrifice, didn't that earn you a place in heaven?

And, as the rain began to fall, clouds opening in full force, tears of angels. Lucifer brought his palms together in one quick movement. Dark smoke exploded from this point, a shrill whining filled the air, high enough to burst eardrums. The world seemed to explode and implode all at once. Electricity, wind, earth, fire, water seemed to be everywhere, in his mouth, in his ears,in his eyes.... in his mind. The Chaos was pure.

Almost Beautiful.

All over the world the second hand on clocks faltered and slowed.

Time stopped.

Silence.