Iris

19. Conspiracy Theories

Lucifer kept flying, Remmy squirming beneath him. She kicked, punched, and protested that he let her go, but Lucifer persisted that she stop being a twat and let him pick the place for their battle.

He knew that he had to get far enough away from the detective so that, one, she could be safe, and two, he would be at full strength and prepared to fight his sister without a problem. However, this place also needed to be underpopulated for the least amount of human injury.

An idea came to him.

Soon enough, he let Remiel go and landed gracefully in soft white sands. Remiel...didn't have as much luck. She was so enamored with getting free of her brother's grip that she lost sight of where they were flying. Now that she was unexpectedly free, Remmy didn't have time to prepare her landing, so Heaven's greatest huntress slipped from her brother's arms and went summer-salting through the sand with a chorus of pained noises.

When she had stopped and come to her senses, she brought herself back to her feet.

Lucifer waited behind her, adjusting his cuff-links like he had much better things he could be doing, but his body posture was stiff, rigid, and defensive. His primaries flexed behind him, his legs shoulder width apart for balance, and his shoulders hunched forward slightly, ready for the coming fight.

Remiel grunted as she adjusted herself to her full height, her armor sprinkled with the white sand. "Why here?" His sister bitterly asked, looking at their surroundings.

Lucifer didn't look around at the beach; he had seen it enough times before.

"I told Amenadiel this story. Seems appropriate that I bring him back up since he's the one who got into this bloody mess." He scoffed and shook his head.

"Our brother has made his share of mistakes, but you are the one who's made this mess!"

Lucifer didn't give any indication that he was bothered by this statement. In fact, he gave an air of more annoyance than anything else. "Can I finish my story?"

Remiel rolled her eyes and nodded once.

Lucifer took another breath and cast his gaze over the ocean.

"When I first came to Earth, I landed right here on this beach. I made Mazikeen cut my wings off here in the sand, too."

He heard Remmy make a disgusted noise behind him at the mention of removing his wings.

"Amenadiel and I had a good bit of fisticuffs here, I burned my first pair of wings, and, most recently," He stopped and couldn't help the smile encroaching his face and the warm sensation starting in his belly and spreading through him, "it's where the love of my life - also the mother of my child - and I...shared our first kiss."

Remiel waited for him to continue, given that he hadn't yet actually answered her question. She didn't have to wait long for him to regain his composure.

"My best guess is that the veil between Earth and Hell is weakest here, hence why it was easier to pop out here every time I decided to take a vacation. The humans are probably able to sense this and naturally stay away from it. That's why I picked this place, little sister."

Remiel glanced around again, confirming that there were indeed no humans around.

"I will give you one last chance to do what's right for this child, Lucifer. If you have truly changed as much as you and Amenadiel say you have, then you will know that the Silver City is the best possible place for someone as dangerous as her!"

Lucifer turned to his sister, his muscles tensing. It was no secret that he and his siblings were dangerous, even more so when they were angry (especially at each other). He and Amenadiel didn't need to experiment on their half-angel children to prove that they had probably inherited this trait. A mixture of human DNA couldn't possibly be able to inhibit that much divine power.