Revenge (Lucifer fanfiction)

Miracle

Lucifer POV

Lucifer's face was a wet mess by the time he made up a decision as to what he should do. His dark hair was nowhere near as neat as he usually kept it. His whole attire was not to the same level of tidiness he had ordinarily maintained. The new suit he had only just put on to replace the one that had been torn all over from his beating, was already soaked red in his blood from the terrible scars that lined his back. 

He still remained, sitting by his cell, listening to the sound of their song echoing off the walls. He no longer cared that hell had made every note off-key. He just sat, tears silently falling from his eyes, and he listened, and he remembered, all other their good times.

And so he prayed. He prayed to God. He prayed to his father. Something he never thought he would be doing again. And yet again, it was for her. It was always for her. Everything he did came from a place of love for her. And so he cried, and he begged to be forgiven, he begged to go home, he would do anything he screamed. And nothing changed. And so he cried and cried and he screamed his heart out until his voice was hoarse and the tears resided. And lay down on the cold floor and let himself break down. 

And then he awoke, from a sleep he didn't realise he was in. And he felt a hand upon his shoulder. And it wasn't someone he had expected at all.

"Mum?" He whimpered.

"Yes my darling boy, I'm here," His mother responded.

"How?" He croaked, his voice faltering.

"I heard you calling."

Lucifer was baffled by this, he could have sworn he had prayed to his father.

"What- What are you d- doing here?" 

"I'm going to take your place, my sweet boy. Go to her Lucifer."

Lucifer only nodded. He pushed himself off the floor and stood for a moment, staring at his mother. 

"How do I get home?" Lucifer questioned.

"Well, you fly my dear."

"I– I don't know if- if they'll still be there," Lucifer whispered. "I don't want to check, and- and I don't even know if I have the energy," he added, gesturing towards his scarred back.

"Call your brother, I'm sure he'd come for you." The goddess replied softly.

"I've been down here for 5 years, mother. I doubt he would concern himself with me." Lucifer sobbed.

"My darling boy, don't you remember, time works much differently down here. Call for him, son."

And so Lucifer did as he was asked, mostly because he had no other choice at this point. It didn't take long, his brother came at once.

"Mother? What are you doing here?" Amenadiel exclaimed.

"I am taking over for my son. He needs to go back to earth and you must take him." 

Amenadiel had the same response as Lucifer; he just nodded and lift Lucifer up. Lucifer was in a much too weak state to complain. He groaned slightly, before once again he fell asleep, and was carried like a baby in the arms of an angel, all the way home.

When he woke, he was in his bed at the penthouse, the silk sheets pulled carefully over him. His brother sat next to him, watching over him like a guardian angel. 

"Good morning brother," Amenadiel said as he noticed Lucifer's eyes fluttering open.

"Chloe..." Lucifer murmured.