War and Peace and Pancakes

Quarantine 4

Lucifer frowned as he glanced at the clock on the wall, raising a brow and reaching out to Urdu. He had expected her here an hour ago and had not seen her for half the day before that. He found her easily, though her slight edge of panic and worry had him frowning and reaching out more of his consciousness. She was using her power in the other realm again, though he didn't feel any violence from her.

Unable to get any response out of his normally cool-headed General, he stepped from his office into the realm that Urdu was in. He didn't go directly into the apartment she was in, instead appearing in the hallway outside and frowning as he glanced around. Not bothering to hide his wings, he merely folded them to his back and used his power to allow him to step through the doorway, feeling a shimmer of Urdu's power brush over him as he did so. He felt the beings in the room, and even though Urdu wasn't in sight, he felt her in another room with her two mates, one of which was incredibly ill.

Lucifer grimaced at the scent of sickness in the air, levelling his gaze on the few people he recognized. "Give the kin something fragile to worry about, and all hell breaks loose."

"Who the fuck is that and why the fuck does he have fucking wings?" The one vampire Lucifer didn't recognize was posturing, taking a step out in front of the group, as if to stand in the way of everyone, or Lucifer.

"Ryke, that's Lucien." His cowboy from all those nights ago had changed, becoming more... more everything. Though he was clearly suffering from whatever illness had the human and witch down for the count as well.

"It appears you have fallen ill, Daryl." Lucifer smirked darkly at the vampire as he stalked closer, seeing the recognition and complete lack of understanding on the man's face. "Ryke?"

"Ryker." The vampire growled, hands half reaching for the weapons Lucifer was certain the man had.

"Ryker. Stand down." Carbry Alesky was sitting on the edge of one of the couches, his hand on the back of his feverish, mostly asleep mate. "Urdu is with Sam and Tim."

"Ahhh..." Lucifer grinned as he glanced between Ryker and Daryl. "So he did find his mate. Among other things." 

He turned to look at Carbry then, raising a brow, "was this an attack?"

"Majesty." Urdu stepped out of the back hallway, frowning every so slightly. "Sam, Meri and Daryl caught some form of aggressive flu, and human medicine is incapable of fixing it."

"Mr. Lucifer!" Despite being sick and stumbling almost deliriously, or maybe because her mates were too afraid to use too much force, the witch was suddenly in the room and walked over to wrap him in hug.

Lucifer frowned, feeling the heat coming off of her. "You have a fever Samantha. Come sit down."

"Here." Daryl looked to be trying to stand up off the couch, but Lucifer merely held him in place with his power and pulled Sam down to sit on the couch, somehow finding himself in between the two of them.

If he wasn't trying to figure out the sickness, he would have grinned in amusement at the look of confusion and horror from the two vampires as their mates, clearly drawn to him due to the dark-kin affinity, both wrapped their arms around him and pressed in tightly. As it was, he leached their heat from them, frowning in thought. "It's attacking the... lighter side of their beings. It's their dark sides that are keeping them from getting worse."

"But none of us have the capabilities to help that other side of them." Urdu frowned, standing between Timothy and the vampire, Ryker, who was still scowling at him.

"Who would be able to help?" Alesky murmured from where he still sat, frowning with worry. Though he got further concerned when his mate sat up and glanced around in a disoriented fashion.