A pair of women had quickly brushed Lucifer off, throwing a five dollar bill to just rid them of his lingering presence. The bill was quickly discarded by the heavenly being in an act of arrogance before he made an attempt to kill them. No avail. “Curious, what was that about?” the demon thought to himself. But even the archangel appeared confused as to why his spoiled act hadn’t worked for him.
The bill rolled near Crowley’s foot allowing him to capture it in time with the toe of his leather boot. He bent over to retrieve it. While Lucifer waved his hands like a mad man, garnering some confused, scared, and disgusted looks. It was a refreshing image witnessed by the former demon king, Crowley. There stood the most evil, celestial being in all of god’s creation – ridiculed. He couldn’t have had picked his timing any better than to be present than that moment. Curious gaze watched as Lucifer was shoved to the side by the humans. Unaware that he could have easily exterminate their existence before they could draw in another breath.
Crowley had to quicken his pace to catch up to the taller being continuing on to…god knows where. “ Cheer up, mate. Nobody had ever taken you serious before. “ His accented, condescending tone spoke over the befuddled murmurings the other gave under his breath. “ What’s this? Lost your mojo? tsk-tsk, Lulu. Who’s gone and done my job of clipping your wings now? “
Worthless hairless apes. Lucifer glared at the humans brushing past him in the street, a scowl etched deep into his features. They only furthered his annoyance with his current predicament. He found himself with no grace, no wings– leaving him utterly grounded. The threat of Michael invading their world loomed large in his mind, the alternate version of his brother actually sparking fear within Lucifer. Super Michael would destroy everything. He had to be stopped. Unfortunately for the fate of the entire planet, Lucifer had no allies to turn to for aid. The fallen angel wasn’t exactly welcome in Heaven, even if he could fly. The demons in Hell wouldn’t be rolling out the red carpet for him in his current state. God was MIA again. Michael was trapped in the cage. Raphael was dead. Gabriel– killed by his own hand. His son was in the wind. There was no one.
—The archangel’s shoulders tensed upon hearing that familiar, grating voice behind him. He turned to face the demon with an exaggerated groan, briefly considering shoving Crowley into on-coming traffic. ❝ Great. This day just keeps getting better. Shouldn’t you be more dead?? ❞
Out of habit, Lucifer went to snap his fingers, eager to be rid of the cockroach demon, once more reminded that he was completely powerless. ❝ Oh, come on. ❞ Words spoken under breath with mounting irritation as he glared down at his hands. ❝ What are you doing here, Crowley? Miss me?? ❞ With a slight tilt of his head to the side, steely blue eyes ( the red ones currently on hiatus ) leveled a look at the demon.
It was a curious feeling- unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Even in the cage he still had his wings. Lucifer was hopelessly grounded. Between Michael and traveling between the worlds– his grace had been depleted, the archangel now riding dangerously close to empty. It should would regenerate in time. For now, Lucifer felt vulnerable and weak. He felt… human. The mere thought was absurd. Lucifer is an archangel, the second son of God and His most cherished. Lucifer is the light-bringer, he is the devil. Yet– here he was, stranded somewhere in Ohio, of all places, feeling pathetically human.
❝ I would stay and catch up, but– I really don’t want to. ❞
