war amongst the heavens
↳ this is my interpretation of the fall of lucifer
❒ pairing: park jimin x reader, slight min yoongi x reader
❒ genre: re-imagined bible story, angst, some fluff
❒ alternative universe: biblical, modern
❒ rating: 18 +
❒ word count: 2.4k +
warnings/disclosures: i am a non practicing catholic, this isn't meant to mock religion or anything so please don't see it that way! Lucifer MC, michael Jimin, gabriel Jungkook, lilith yoongi, the fall of lucifer, GOD jin, demons Taehyung and Hoseok, biblical inaccuracies, non enforced gender roles again because who says women can't be kings? Jimin calls MC Luci(fer), MC flips flops between michael and jimin, betrayal, nothing too crazy promise, not edited, cameos from Lisa of blackpink and Johnny of NCT127
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“A fucking summons.” You scoff before crumpling the gilded edged paper. The gold glints in the low light reminding you of it’s sender.
“Why are you even considering it?” Yoongi asks.
“I’m not, it’s a summons. I can’t exactly turn that shit down!”
“You can, you’re just scared daddy will send Jungkook after you.”
“Listen here, you didn’t grow up with that punk. So keep your trap shut or I’m demoting you, again.”
“Oh please Taehyung could never take my role. He’s too ‘peace on earth’, which reminds me, why is he here again?”
“I won’t be replacing you with Taehyung, when I’ve got sweet obedient Hobi.” You smirk at him watching his feature twist in displeasure. It was a bit of a sore spot for him to be compared to the younger because for one Hoseok was easily more approachable. You didn’t particularly favor one over the other because they were equally good at their jobs. It was just that Hoseok was kinder in a way that most demons weren’t, he was beyond good really, easily collected souls left and right without the need of hellhounds. Had gotten them to follow him on sweet words alone, he was a dream really easy on the eyes too as were Yoongi and Taehyung but not someone you were personally all that interested in.
“Do it then, see if I care.” He sniffs eyes narrowing before he leans more comfortably into the bedding. The sheets are a black silk, something he often reminds you he likes, and one of the only reasons you often spend nights here with him. The smile that tugs at your lips is loving, the affection you hold for him is new to you especially when Lilith was as soft as he was.
Yoongi didn’t like being called by his angle name, though he didn’t seem to mind it all that much when it came from you, but only from you. You’re crawling into his lap cupping his cheeks and planting one, two, no three small kisses to his pouty lips grinning softly as his skin pinkens under your affection.
“I’m only teasing you, don’t worry about it, love.” You laugh, as he moves to rest his head against your chest kissing at the tops of your breasts.
“I don’t like that joke and you know it.” He murmurs.
“I do, I’m sorry but there’s something else isn’t there?”
“I don’t like when they summon you, you always see him and I don’t like it.”
“Hmm, it’s nothing you should worry about. I’m perfectly content here.” you smile softly kissing him again before sliding off his lap. He watches you shuffle around the room, throwing a sheer robe over your form if only to spare the lives of those who should lose their eyes for incurring Yoongi’s wrath. You have no shame, but why would you? A once celestial being is nothing if not perfect unless of course they were you. Lucifer they had named you, but the bibles of man had gotten it wrong, you were no man, but more woman than any other Yoongi had ever laid eyes on.
He’d once been married to Adam way before that whore Eve came about but he’d never been this happy. You didn't try to smother his naturally curious nature, hadn’t even batted any lashes when he’d questioned you in the so-called order of the world. It was oddly freeing, but so utterly overwhelming because you nurtured his curiosity. Had been more than happy to answer any of his questions, and had been even happier when he’d asked if it were possible to stay in hell indefinitely. But when he’d finally learned of the tale behind you being cast out of heaven he’d been angry, but you with your gentle tone and touch had quelled that anger reminding him that it wasn't worth his anger. After all your banishment had led him to you in the end and for that he was thankful.
“So will you go? To the meeting that is.”
“I will, but only to appease the old man. This’ll be the last, I’ll make sure of it.” you sigh finally deciding to get dressed, the quicker you go meet him the quicker you can officially cut ties with heaven.
*
The car pulls up to a building in the middle of the city that towers high above most of the others, and you can't help but grimace just thinking about entering it. Your driver Johnny peeks at you in the rearview mirror, a small hesitant smile tilting his lips.
“We’re here ma’am.”
“I know, I just need a moment.” you breathe, taking in deep breaths to settle the nervous beat of your heart.
“Perhaps it would’ve been better had the queen accompanied you?” he says still eyeing you through the mirror.
“No, the queen has more important things to attend to than this.” you laugh thinking of how annoyed Yoongi had been that you had explicitly told him to stay behind. Stupid summons, you think shooting Johnny a smile before sliding out of the car.
“Should I wait for you?”
“No, you should head on home, I pray that it’ll be quick.” you close the door behind you hearing the click, click of your heels against the pavement, then on the white marble of the floors in the building. Lisa sits at the receptionist desk, a gaudy thing that takes up entirely too much space. To the left is a fountain, it’s plain in design something you don't think about too much because who needed a fountain in the middle of a reception area. The elevators are to the left and just beyond that is a bar one that had been your home a long time ago.
“____!” Lisa nearly screams catching your attention as you wrangle your thoughts and pasting a warm smile onto your features. Though you had been essentially exiled from your home many of the angels who remained in heaven were still near and dear to your heart.
“Hey, it’s been a while.”
“It has, we should really catch up sometime. I know some of the others have been wanting to see you again! Did you have an appointment?” she asks quickly typing away at her keyboard and never breaking contact.
“Actually I do, I’m supposed to be meeting Jin.” you say through a tight smile, one that doesn't quite meet your eyes. She nods her head enthusiastically, gaze darting to her screen before meeting yours again.
“Oh that’s nice, he has mentioned how much he’s missed you lately. You really should come to the holiday get togethers, do you get the invitations?”
“I see, maybe they got lost? Can I go up or?”
“Maybe, if you leave your address I’ll make sure you get the next one. Actually I’ve just gotten a notice that someone will be escorting you, they should be here right about now.” she finishes as the elevator dings. It draws your attention easily as your gaze falls onto Jungkook who looks more like a man and less like the boy you left behind when exiled. His hair is longer now falling over his eyes curling inward, his suit is black a crisp white collared shirt tucked into his slacks, he’s missing a tie but he still looks good. The smile that splits his features is blinding, as you feel your own lips pull upward as he easily closes the distance wrapping you up in his arms. The hug is warm, a little too tight but still lovingly comfortable just like a hug from your little brother had always been. Except he’s firm where he used to be soft, his cheeks still hold a bit of their pudgy roundness, and his eyes still glitter like fallen stars, Jungkook has matured into a dashing young man.
“It’s nice to finally see you again.” he murmurs.
“You too Kook, Yoongi would love to have you over again.” you beam, playfully swatting at his bicep. “When did my baby brother grow into this? I almost didn't recognize you.”
“It took some time and a lot of work.”
“Oh, a girl?” he laughs motioning towards the elevator.
“No, I just have a lot of free time when I’m not working. It’s kinda hard being an archangel when you aren’t being a menace.”
“I’m married now, I don't have time to act like a petulant child anymore I do rule a kingdom after all.”
“Hmm, that sounds like something Yoongi would say. The ____ I grew up with started a whole rebellion, not just once either. My, my, my, the king of hell has gotten soft after marriage.” he smirks down at you as you huff lips parting to reply when the elevator finally arrives.
“M’not soft, I just don't have the time. Souls come in left and right, my kingdom isn't all torture and eternal damnation as they would have you believe.”
“I know, I just think it would be fun.” The rest of the ride up is quiet, but comfortable with no annoying elevator music to fill the silence, just the soft shallow sound of your breathing. You want to apologize to Jungkook, and not for the first time because when you were exiled he’d been left alone. Half his friends had gone with you and Namjoon had taken up the task of helping Jin clean up the mess you’d made. You just never know how to start, never know whether your words will mend his wounds or just further hurt him. Sadly you don't get the chance as the elevator comes to a halt with a ding, the doors slide open to an empty room just as white and blinding as the reception area.
“This is where you get off, I’ll make sure to visit Yoongi soon.” he chuckles, gently shoving you to get your feet moving.
You watch the doors slide shut on your brother, your heart aches when you think of how much he has grown in your absence. A knot forms in your throat, as you struggle to hold in the sob that threatens to slip past your lips.
“Surely you aren’t crying Luci.” Jimin laughs. The tone is light, playful even but the words wash over like a cold spray of sea water in the winter. Anger springs forth, spreading through your being at his overly friendly tone, the blatant disrespect he has for you, a king.
“Are we friends?” you ask voice even, mirroring his playful tone but lacking any warmth.
“I would think so. C’mon Luci, it’s been ages since I’ve last seen you, lighten up will you. Congratulations on your marriage, what was his name now? Lilith I think.”
“And it would be longer had God not summoned me, and how dare you speak my husband's name!” you spit, irises blazing with restrained energy.
“Luci, really we’re friends, more than friends even, we were lov-”
“ENOUGH!” you seethe, the heat of your skin is uncomfortable, a reminder that you aren’t in hell and though your power in Heaven is still astounding it’s nowhere near the level it would be in your kingdom.
“I was about to say the same.” Jin chimes, a soft almost loving smile kissing his lips. His gaze settles you, a sense of calm washing over you licking away the heat that had once wrapped around your form like a vice.
“____, my sweet ____, how I’ve missed you.” Jin whispers as he wraps you in a hug that reminds you of Jungkook’s. You can feel your body begin to sag against his, something that is alarming in itself because there are others in the room.
“Hello father, it’s been a while.” you say robotically.
“It has, how have you been?”
“Fine, everything is fine. Why did you summon me?” you ask skirting past the normal pleasantries.
“Well Jimin is the one who wanted to see you, I was planning a visit to Hell soon either way.” he smiles down at you kissing your forehead the way only a father does and leaving you and Jimin alone.
“How dare you?” you ask once you’re certain Jin can no longer hear you.
“Is it really hard to believe that I wanted to see you again?”
“Yes, because it's all your fault. I was exiled because of you.”
“It was for the greater good.”
“I trusted you, you were the one who started the rebellion. You were the one who gained followers, and I was one of them. I was willing to help you overthrow my father, because you were right, why should we bow to humans they are nothing. Do you know what their greatest gift is?”
“Not this again.”
“Free will, my father gave them free will so that they could forge their own paths but still punishes them for their choices. That wasn’t a gift, it was a curse, and I rule over them, over the souls of those unworthy of heaven. All because you got caught and put all the blame on me like some coward. No, not some coward, like the coward I knew you were but I was too blind, too in love to look past. Don’t you understand my life after exile is better than it was when I was an angel.”
“Better, you’re kingdom is nothing but misery. A kingdom of worthless souls damned to eternal suffering, how is that better than here?” he scoffs brow furrowed at just how laughable that sounded.
“My kingdom is flourishing under my rule, my queen takes great part in it’s betterment. Without him, we wouldn’t be anywhere near where we are now nor would I be the king I am today. What have you got to show for your betrayal besides a fancy rank? Gabriel was an archangel from birth, you were not.” you laugh feeling a prickle of heat at your fingertips.
“I would tread lightly ____, you’re kingdom could easily fall to ruin.” he mocks a smirk tilting his lips.
“That almost sounds like a threat.”
“And so what if it is. Heaven would crush your pathetic kingdom, you should be afraid. Your father still cares for you, even with your exile as does Gabriel but an archangel of my status doesn't need his approval to defend heaven.”
“I may not have started the rebellion all those years ago, but I have learned from my mistakes. I fear nothing, if you are seeking a war then a war you shall have but my kingdom, nor my people will lose. I will be the victor, and when it is all over, you will regret having betrayed me; because I am stronger than you will ever be.”
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