Lucifer's Rebellion (Lucifer Fanfic-Complete)

Chapter 1: Liquid Heaven

Muscled shoulders squared, stubborn neck thrust forward, face as harsh as Judgment Day, his brother replied, "You're coming back to Hell with me. There's no discussion."

Amidst the gutted carcass of Rico's MMA Fight Arena—the ripped wall posters of blood-lusting combatants, the eyeless glares of overhead lights, the stripped fight pit—Amenadiel stood toe-to-toe with him. His brother wore not his silvery gray robes of Heaven but the Earth clothes—royal purple shirt, khaki slacks—that Lucifer had picked out so Amenadiel would fit in with the humans, so the two of them could more easily track down Amenadiel's stolen Divine necklace. Which they had. Because Lucifer's cunning plan had worked. Because Lucifer had ferreted out suspects. Because Lucifer had arranged Amenadiel's MMA match. Because Lucifer had trained Amenadiel to disguise his angelic strength and fight like a human.

Amenadiel, the ingrate.

"Yes." Lucifer hissed the word. A smile, as taut and thin as a wire, pulled his lips tight to his teeth. "You see, this is where it gets interesting. We made a deal, didn't we? For a favor to be named later. Later is now, Brother."

Call him evil, would Amenadiel? Well, suffering the slur would be worth it. Worth every bruise, every gash, every bone-rattling and brain-battering blow Amenadiel had inflicted on him after he'd slipped himself into Amenadiel's match.

At first, he'd planned to make Amenadiel pay for the slur by defeating The Firstborn in a fair fight:

The ref rang the bell. The house erupting in cheers, jeers, hoots and halloos, Lucifer fired off a left, a right, a left, bloodying Amenadiel's slandering mouth. A kick to Amenadiel's gut hurled big bro against the fight-cage wire. Lucifer cornered him. A right, another right, a knee strike. The house roared. Yet, Amenadiel refused to fight back. Lucifer's gloved hands gripped Amenadiel's head, pressed him to the cage. Lucifer laughed, a sound as cold and comfortless as the tomb that'd encased his heart at his brother's words.

He thrust his face close, laced his voice with a swagger. "I'll make sure I tell everyone in Heaven and Hell how the undefeated warrior lost to his loser, evil, little brother."

Amenadiel shook under his grip, Amenadiel's very atoms raging, craving to rupture their bonds, fly apart, destroy all of Creation.

Lucifer leaned in closer, flicked his gaze up and down Amenadiel. "Not so tough after all, are you, eh?" He plunged the verbal knife: "Daddy's boy!"

That did the trick.

Amenadiel's fists slammed into Lucifer's ribs. He struck. And struck. And struck again and again, overpowering Lucifer, nearly taking his damned head off. Lucifer's punches whiffed past. Amenadiel's blows connected. Cut lip. Cut nose. Cut eyes. An uppercut to Lucifer's chin flung him against the cage, blood geysering from his mouth, cage links rattling. Lucifer crumpled to the mat, sweat-soaked, blood-soaked, the screams for Amenadiel pummeling his soul. But with one kind of victory lost, another presented itself:

Go ahead, Brother! Beat me senseless! Show all the world you're not the holier-than-thou Angel you hold yourself to be!

Amenadiel clamped his hand around Lucifer's throat, Amenadiel's face a snarled knot of anger and righteousness. "I am better than you."

Amenadiel pulled him to his feet in a stranglehold. Lucifer's heart bolted, his lungs grabbing for air that'd ceased to exist. Did God's Mightiest intend to prove his moral superiority by choking the life out of the Devil? Not exactly the triumph Lucifer sought, but—

Amenadiel had snatched this victory away from him too. Let him go, threw the fight per the original plan, got back the Dad-given necklace.

The Dad-given, silver necklace that Amenadiel now proudly peacocked, his royal purple shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest to display the length of his dangly rod.