Reckless

A Happy Ending After All

Author's Note: Finally, an update! Thanks for the kudos and comments. You guys rock :)

xxxxx

Back again to the fiery pits, it would seem .

Lucifer grits his teeth as he makes his way to his palace, his vacation cut short by cowardly, weasely, Michael yet again, and oh, the plans he has for him to repay the favor. As instructed, Helios gathered the Lilim and the rest were on standby.

The King of Hell lands and surveys the demons within the halls, and true enough, they have lost a significant amount that could pose an issue with cells that need to be guarded.

"Will someone please explain to me, in detail, how such a thing could happen? I haven't even gone that long and look at what I have to deal with!"

"Sire, your brother spouted lies and the other demons believed him. He persuaded them to the point of betrayal... and died because of their oath."

Lucifer draws a long breath and pinches the bridge of his nose out of sheer frustration. He almost forgot how some of the lower level demons are mindless and the higher-level ones simply don't care, unless obliged. He could feel a headache coming on but he mustn't let Michael know how much it's really affecting him.

"Spread the word: no one except me is allowed to enter my brother's quarters. As for the others who are still confused, you are pardoned for now. No more second chances after, are we clear?"

"Yes, My Lord."

"Dismissed."

The legion disperses and carries on with their task while he makes his way to wherever the demons placed his dickhead twin.

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As soon as the King of Hell opens the door, Michael greets him with "Brother! How'd you like the mess I've made?"

Lucifer keeps his expression schooled and responds, "Can't say I'm surprised you'd pull something of the sort but I don't really care. So, how are you finding your accommodations, hmm?"

The older twin lifts both his hands which are currently chained up to the wall in a mocking gesture.

"I'm giving it 2 stars, just because I killed so many of your loyal subjects."

"Ah, then they're not doing a great job. Hell should have a negative rating if we're to go by standards. But fret not, I'm here. Let me make it up to you,"

The King of Hell takes out one of the curved blades and twirls before making a painfully slow stab on his brother's good shoulder. Lucifer drives the weapon centimeter by bloody centimeter, grinding it a little as if he's carving him from the inside and then quickly removes only to thrust it back near the same location. The pain it's causing his twin seems excruciating if the screams were any indication but it's not nearly enough to make up for all the atrocities Michael committed.

If the Devil had taken Maze, she would do much worse but he couldn't exactly trust her at the moment, not with her being unhinged and screaming bloody murder at every turn. He understands why the demon is upset and makes a mental note to himself to spare her time for a much-needed talk. Or pep talk if you will.

"We've barely started, brother." He mocks the writhing archangel but then thinks how odd it was that his twin got caught in the first place. There were a considerable amount of casualties but technically, it should have been more . He's an archangel for crying out loud.

"Hold on," Lucifer presses a finger on his lips and tells his brother, "Something has changed. You would never be trapped here so easily."

Michael makes eye contact, "Wrong. I just got overwhelmed."