Lust’s Last Dance | Demon AU | The Green Woman
Torture. Absolute torture without a brand or limb to sear off his body. Thus the demon of sin suffers this very cheap affliction. It must be cheap if this is what renders him utterly useless. Unable to see causes more chaos than he could ever bring to those around him. With Greed’s swift rescue it left him imbued with angel power. He still feels it coursing through his frame. Even now it could be no more than imagination but the very truth is seen. Figuratively considering!
Envy that prick! Bastard took glee in removing his eyes, marking him with his taint. There was power to it that prevented even his brother from healing him. There is something foul. Yes, he feels that in the following days.
Sensing the oddness in the air, smelling a curious focal point of demonic energy within his father’s study, Lust moved casually. His head donned a blue scarf. Wrapped around tightly to cover his eyes or rather his empty sockets! Fuck! He oddly has an urge to itch, rub his eyelids but that would be quite grotesque.
Still he finds it in him to sniff out this strange source of Hell. Something was opened here. What was Elijah doing? He - wanted to speak to him. Really speak to him and not allow those words prior to his leaving to bestow hatred against the man. So in his one moment of letting his veneer slip, Lust sat behind Elijah’s desk, reached for a pen and held it to paper. He huffs. Shit. Never mind doing this the human way. He cast a spell. Lifting the pen and paper in the air, it scribbled what he verbally spoke to it.
I am an ass. A literal idiot. I do not express myself the way I should. Perhaps it has a lot to do with being used by Lucifer. Opening up is not my strong suit but that is something we have in common. I am glad you summoned me when you did. I never would have been able to reconcile with Greed, Wrath or find a family in you. It is odd to admit. While you may not enjoy the title, I have christened you father for a reason just as Connor before me. I would not have found a heavenly mother in Jesse. You brought me into your life, accepted me when you had no cause to trust me. Thank you, Elijah. Thank you my father. And no! I am not going to discuss this face to face with you. Just take the written note. Besides, you know it would be awkward for both of us.
Love your devilishly handsome son Lust Caleb
He smirked. There! Even Aiden would find this humorous.... He frowned. Aiden. His angel warrior. The one he swore his life to. The one he asked to marry him. They still have yet to announce this fully to everyone. Perhaps once things settle down but he despises the idea that Aiden calls himself responsible. How dare he even presume it! No one has given him such emotion or love. No one ever could. He is happy. Never has he been this happy as it is not meant for demons.
Connor has it with Eli. As much as Lust still does not trust him, believes him to be exactly as Corvus himself... His brother is still happy. If only he could shake the feeling. That something is wrong there. That something is wrong here in this room.
Lust rises up the chair. Lifting a hand, swiping it through the air, his nostrils flair. The waft of hellfire. It is here. “Father? Did you open hell?” No. He couldn’t have. Why would he-?
“Come oh sin of Lust. I must have a word.”
The demon froze. Twisting around towards the voice, he swiped claws out. Trying to feel out where they are! Right here! They were right behind him! But he touches nothing but thin air! “Who are you?! Where-!? Arghghh!”
Caleb’s voice fades with his painful groan. A rush of heat licks at his skin, charring as it were Hell’s lava itself. He drops. Down upon his knees he falls. Upon the dirt and no longer the comfort of the Kamski household but somewhere nearby. Yes, he recognizes the smell, how the gravel feels underneath the palms of his hands where he braced. It is on the property. Here is an imprint of power. This. This is the path Corvus once walked.
He shudders, rearing up with a hiss as footsteps move close. A pair of hands quickly cup his face, fingers sliding in a soothing caress. Eerily the calm settles over the raging demon. Lust almost purrs content.
“There there my passionate demon. All will be well.” Her voice is honey. How charming but alarming in his ears.
Those words echo profoundly. Who or what is this? If only he could fucking see!
“Who are you?” he questions, alert despite her calming approach. Something feels wrong. Just as wrong as Elijah’s office. It reeks of Corvus.
“I am someone who no longer slumbers.” Explaining only a little, she keeps her identity close just as she did opening up the window of Hell. Kamski could never know the truth of her words. What he must have to enter and face Legion. “I am Jade. A propheseer if you must.”
Prophecies. He snorts. “You are one of Hell,” the demon hisses, tugging his head back. He rises to his feet, face to face with her and he tilts his head. Unable to see the face before him it makes this difficult. He does not recognize her voice at all. Perhaps he would not know her face. That is troubling. If she is of Hell then-? “From whence do you come? If you say your slumber has ended?”
“I am a harbinger Oh Lust,” Jade strokes his cheek. Flicking a bit of the fabric attached to his head, she pities his loss of sight. Envy used powerful demonic energy to render it un-healing. Woeful it is. “My will is to help Elijah. I have already told him what must be done. He must face Legion.”
Legion?! “No. He cannot face Legion!” Is she attempting to cast a trap? “What did you tell him?!”
“It is the only way,” she seethes through teeth. “I do not come with lies and traps, Lust.”
Does she read minds too?! “What are you?”
“The one who rides upon scarlet beasts.” Jade places a hand upon his chest. “And has given Elijah a task to complete. Legion must be destroyed. A much simpler task than facing Corvus himself. Do you remember that time during the war? Facing Cerberus? You should have died then, Lust.”
Lust. Lust. LUST! “My name - IS CALEB.”
Oh the angel name. She sees. She reads it well upon him, senses his angelic power making a resurgence. That is why this offering will aide the turning of the tide and lead the to the fulfilled Armageddon. “I mentioned an offering being made to face Legion. Elijah knows this.” Her hand thrusts into the demon’s chest. Clenching fingers around his heart, he cries out in pain, grabbing onto her arm but she twists, forcing him slowly back down onto his knees. The emerald flames dance in her eyes. Mimicking those of a dragon, glory as she absorbs Lust’s essence, feeding on him. “It is you. You are the offering. A trade.”
“G-Greed....” Caleb’s voice fades with his brother, his twin as a last effort. No bond can call him forth as this parasite sucks everything out devouring him.
“Corvus is alive,” she reveals what she will tell no one else. Revealing it to him? Well, dead men tell no tales.
Lust drops. Weakly clinging onto her, his limbs become lax, energy sucking away. His infernal soul rips away from his body and leaves him a dead husk on the ground. No return to Hell does he make. There is nothing left to go back. He is entirely gone.
Jade inhales, watching the glowing angel light dance upon her fingers. The last of the angel that was left inside of the demon melts into her. She turns it into poison, licking her lips after eating his soul. “Hail Corvus.”
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