Devils Don't Fly

Chapter 4

Author's note: Forgive any bad photo quality these were transfered over from an older phone.
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It had been about a month since Jorel and Lucifer had accepted eachother as soul mates, and Jorel's nerves had been insane since this past month has been comprised of them having to make plans for their wedding. To humans that would sound rushed, but not for true soul mates. Jorel was nervous about what the other demons would think about him being the "queen" of hell. He was scared he would mess up since he knew very little about how to rule or how to even behave like royal, but Lucifer promised him that he would help Jorel.
Jorel stood in front of the mirror as he buttoned up his shirt. He was alone in his changing room for now as the others had left so he could change. Today was the day he became Lucifer's queen. He had to admit being called queen was strange, but he didn't feel comfortable being called king. He turned to his right and grabbed his suit jacket before slipping it on, making sure to smoothe out any wrinkles. His bowtie was left but he was ignoring it. He picked it up and attempted, but whimpered out as he heard heavy footsteps outside.. "Some demon you are, quit whimpering," he thought bitterly to himself. He turned to the door as it opened. He blushed dark red when he saw Lucifer walk in only wearing his suit pants.
"Look at my queen dressed all fancy," Lucifer purred as he shut the door behind himself.
"S-shush," Jorel said but was unable to keep his voice from cracking as his face went red, he hated how easily he blushed.
Lucifer walked to Jorel, and grabbed the bowtie from the small table. He went to put it around Jorel's neck, but his hands accidentally brushed against Jorel's neck which cause Jorel to inhale sharply in fear. He moved his hands away and looked at Jorel worriedly.
"S-sorry just try again," Jorel said not wanting to explain.
Lucifer shrugged before he softly hooked the straps of the bowtie around Jorel's neck and then hid the straps under the collar of Jorel's shirt. He was still worried about why had Jorel reacted like that since he had never harmed Jorel, nor had he even thought about it.
Jorel looked at himself as Lucifer turned him to the mirror.

(Sorry for the photo quality)
"So handsome," Lucifer purred out his breath brushing against Jorel's neck which caused him to shiver.
"Go get dressed. While I enjoy the view, you can't go out there like that," Jorel said reffering to how Lucifer was only wearing his suit pants.
Lucifer laughed and winked before he walked out of the room.
Jorel rolled his eyes and touched up his hair before stepping out of the room.
(Timeskip to the service)
Jorel let out a nervous breath as he stood at the closed doors of the throne room. It had been transformed into a makeshift wedding alter with enough seats for half of the kingdom. He got kind smiles and reassuring words from the servants. He got goosebumps as he heard the music start and the doors opened. His eyes locked onto Lucifer and all his nerves left him. As if acting on their own, his feet started walking down the aisle. He was about halfway down the aisle when he heard a quiet growl. His eyes looked in the direction quickly and fear shot through him as he saw Perez. His body tensed and he speeded up which earned him strange looks.
Lucifer noticed his panic and scanned the crowd, but didn't see Perez as he had ducked. He trusted Jorel's fear however and held Jorel's hands as he reached him.
Jorel looked at Lucifer and smiled.

"Red looks good on you," Jorel whispered to Lucifer as the heard their demonic "priest" start talking.
"As it does you, but what has you so scared?" Lucifer asked.
"P-Perez is in the crowd," Jorel quietly whimpered.
Lucifer tensed but as he signaled for a guard, Perez shot up from his seat. Jorel couldn't react fast enough before Perez's wings has sprouted and Jorel was in the air being held by his throat.
"Let him go Perez!" Lucifer roared as that thick black smoke swarmed towards Perez like a swarm of bees.
"Okay," Perez said just as the smoke reached him.
As the smoke filled Perez's lungs, he dropped Jorel.
Jorel awoke with a scream he quickly checked over himself and where he was. He felt a sorrow fill his body as he realized it was one elaborate dream. He only knew this because he woke up in his bed, his chest and throat sore from the smoke. He always had these long weird dreams after Lucifer's smoke made him pass out. However, this one was by far the most elaborate and real one he ever had.
"I knew it was too good to be true," Jorel hissed out to himself. His throat tightened with bitter sadness. His voice was hoarse and it felt like he had swallowed razor blades. Jorel would much rather have done that than wake up to this reality.
Perez and Lucifer were still mates, and Jorel was more than likely on his final chance with his soul, and even further away from showing the demon king the mark. He wanted to cry. He wanted to rip his wings from their sockets to experience the pain he would rather feel than this stabbing pain in his soul.
He forced himself out of bed and to his body mirror to inspect himself, and that's when he noticed it. The mark on his wrist was gone. Panic ripped through him as he stared at the spot where the mark had been. His fingers grazed over the area and he cried out in pain as it washed over him so suddenly that he collapsed to his knees. His body trembled as he looked at his now bleeding wrist. Someone had removed his mark. Who had seen it? He always kept it hidden under thick leather bracelets so no one ever saw it. Someone had seen it though, and he had a suspicion of who it was.
A knock at his door shook him from his pain ridden daze and he quickly got up and opened it. His eyes widened as his eyes locked with Perez's. Jorel's stomach twisted in knots and he felt like throwing up, though he doubted anything was in his stomach to lose.
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(Perez's pov)
Perez's nostrils flared as the stench of heart break and blood filled his nose. What happened to Jorel while he was out? He asked himself. His eyes widened as he noticed Jorel's wrist bleeding and he noticed that the mark he himself had pointed out to Lucifer was gone.
"Who removed it?" He found himself asking.
"Don't play dumb!" Jorel hissed.
"I didn't remove your mark! I may hate you but I dont hate you that much!" Perez snapped.
Perez watched the smaller demon tense and tremble and before Perez knew it, he was catching Jorel as he fainted. Perez had to get Jorel to Lucifer and he had to get there fast.