Did it hurt?
did it hurt being cast out of the only home you ever knew?
Imagine the dizziness satan must have felt when he stood at the edge of heaven; looking down at humanity.
The only evidence that God could be defeated.
Imagine how he felt hurling past dust and comets.
Wind rushing through his ears and his beautiful
becoming colder as each one of his wings ripped off and used as constellations.
The devil did not become the devil when he became woke.
He became the devil halfway through his fall as he watched reality become closer and illusion grow smaller and smaller behind him
The love he had for his father was replaced with bitterness.
Hatred was pushed into his soul where compassion should be.
Every child who has been abandoned by his parents has felt what the devil felt in that moment.
We know this story.
We do not have to think before speaking it.
This feeling of sudden aloneness.
The moment our consciousness is thrown into existence.
Why are we here?
What are we doing?
Why is everybody looking down?
This feeling has been passed down from generations.
We ignore that satan was gods favorite angel and go straight to the part when he is falling from the clouds.
He must have lit up the sky with his demise.
He must have shined so brightly that surely Eve wrote love songs about the sun never comparing to the white hot flame of lucifer.
And Adam was jealous but oh there was no better way to turn our attention to the sky for the first time.
The sky is bright tonight. The sky is bleeding hearts of strangers tonight. So it goes that new love comes with new hands that desperately try to erase past fingerprints.
(Ah, hey Rae…! You said you were in some serious need of Lucifer vibes, and I thought I would try to give you some since your fics always manage to cheer me up. This is my first time actually writing Lucifer and, even though I don’t usually post my stories online anymore, I don’t mind you posting this or keeping it all to yourself. Hopefully it helps you out…!)
The room had become cold some time ago, the single candle on the coffee table having snuffed under the unrelenting pressure of absolute power that came with the temperature drop. That only left brief flashes of lightning to tease light upon the room from the storm outside, but you somehow just couldn’t bring yourself to care.
Just like you couldn’t bother about paying attention to your current guest.
A part of you knew that there would be consequences for such a thing, but yet again; no concern seemed to be able to reach you in that moment of time. Too much stress had built up within you for who knows how long now and you couldn’t contain it all any longer. You were pretty sure all of the poor chemicals in your brain had fried themselves as a result.
There was no immediate thought to your own well-being or how the looming presence in the room was becoming stiff with agitation. Hell, you probably would have welcomed the pain at this point. At least you would be feeling something.
“Little one,” A red hue illuminated briefly from your right when that voice you loved so much, all honey and cyanide, drawled dangerously. His biting breath against the skin of your neck elicited the only movement you’d made in well over an hour that wasn’t blinking, a second shudder spilling through your spine as his finger languidly travelled up your bare arm, “You’re not making this any fun for me right now. You know I don’t like that.”
Those words, that tone, let you know that the ice was growing thin. Your body’s immediate response was to erupt into goosebumps at the proximity of the being that could easily end your life with a flick of the wrist. He seemed to notice this, giving a knowing chuckle and brushing your hair back in order to nibble behind your ear.
“Would you care to change the situation…? I might let you off easy this time if you’re a good girl.” He purred his words and for a short moment you almost wished that the sofa wasn’t separating most of his body from yours. Maybe if you felt more of your angel against you, you might be able to start feeling things inside of you again too.
The shiver-inducing palm slipping up beneath the hem of your shirt and brushing your side caused those thoughts to vanish within the next instant. You’d grabbed the wrist of that hand tightly without really thinking, stopping the advance dead in it’s tracks in a way you never had before.
“No,” Your voice cracked when it finally came out, eyes finding his face as a flash of lightning lit up the room briefly. It was quick, to the point where you couldn’t see if he was angered by your action or not, but you hardly thought on it long when he allowed you to gently push his hand out from under your shirt, “Not tonight, Lucifer. Please, just…I can’t. Not now…”
There was silence for what felt like an eternity, crimson flashing within the darkness moments before Lucifer was crouched before you and cupping your face, “…Someone upset you.” It was a statement more than anything, but his hands cradling your cheeks actually had relief washing through you.
Unfortunately, tears building up in your eyes and clinging to your lashes accompanied that very relief. Illumination from more lightning made them shine like stars for him, if only for a moment.
“Answer me, little one.” Lucifer urged you so say something, anything. His thumbs caught the few tears that fell and you leaned into his touch. Your emotions hadn’t returned to you, exactly, but your body was acting like they did. Or were you silently crying now because you were with the one being that made you so complete and you couldn’t feel that flooding warmth now…?
“Y/n,” The archangel started once more by actually calling out your name, his voice growing firm when you didn’t speak. You could feel his hands twitch as if he was restraining his physical strength, and his eyes began to glow again while practically searing though the darkness and into your own, “Answer. Me.”
It took you a moment to realize that he wasn’t going to let you shake your head like you originally wanted, so you opted for a soft hum instead, “No one upset me. Well, not quite, anyway…it’s just–”
“Let me guess; pesky human emotions running amok in that delightfully disturbed little mind of yours?” He cut you off, talking about your emotions almost mockingly. He did this a lot, so it hardly bothered you even when you hadn’t fried the feels switch in your brain. The mind comment would have been nice if you actually could muster enough to gush.
“I’m not really feeling anything right now,” You admitted. He hadn’t moved his hands from your face, fingers caressing the skin beneath them in what was perhaps an attempt to soothe your tears away. It was working enough for you to try to explain to your internal issue to the archangel, “I’m pretty sure I overloaded and fried the wiring in my brain a bit. It doesn’t happen a lot unless I get really frustrated or upset, but usually passes after a few hours.”
“I’ll never understand why father made such an obvious design flaw.” Lucifer gave a short click through his teeth. You were going to ask which ‘design flaw’ he was referring to this time, given how you knew he believed humans had quite a number of them, but he hardly gave you the chance to so much as part your lips.
Lucifer had you pressed back against his chest within the fraction of a second, so fast it had your head spinning. A gasp only left your mouth when the candle on the table ignited of it’s own accord and the archangel pulled you with him while he reclined against one of the arms of your old sofa.
His chuckle tickled the side of your face along with his slight scruff, lips meeting your forehead tenderly when one hand cupped your chin in a silent urge for you to dip your head back for him.
A warmth flooded into you from the point where his lips touched skin as he did so. It was the familiar sensation of Lucifer’s grace, mostly lingering within your head, both hot and cold in a tantalizing contrast along your frayed nerves.
Little by little, the absent emotions buried within began to return. Tears started to fall again when the stress that was the cause of this entire mess was one of the first to hit you, but Lucifer caught and flicked them away without pulling any part of himself from you.
One arm continued to hold you to his pleasantly chilly vessel, the hand on your chin now tracing imaginary circles along your jaw and up the back of your ear, all while his grace alleviated as much of your mental pain as it could from the inside out. The potent combination of these things had you melting into him and relenting entire control of your every molecule to Lucifer’s mercy with a quivering sigh. The stress was coming and going, but not quite fast enough for your liking as it drained what little energy you had.
Sensing this, Lucifer tipped your head back further and claimed your mouth with his own. The angle allowed him to slip his tongue past your already parted lips, working you dizzy with his deliberate and precise movements. His caresses remained, as you pleaded earlier, above your clothing and non-advancing.
That didn’t stop his tongue from all but making love to your mouth, though. The way in which he did so with such simple movements soon had you needing to break away for air. You’d forgotten all about the stress at that point.
“You see, I would have made humans much differently,” Lucifer mused, watching you lay limp against him with his smugness returned in full. He thoroughly enjoyed your dazed expression as his large hand began to idly play with your hair, “But I suppose you’re as close as dad got to perfect with this little runaway experiment of his.”
“If anyone is perfect, it’s you…” You distantly recalled yourself replying before he laughed and nudged your ear with the tip of his nose. The hand at your chin wiped the remaining tears against your cheeks away, leading you to realize that you’d stopped crying at some point.
“The fact that you’re pointing out the obvious lets me know that you aren’t feeling completely better yet, little one.” His grace began to fade away from you, leaving a soft buzzing behind that tingled all the way down to your toes and even more so where his body continued to touch yours.
Shifting so your side was resting against his front comfortably, you reached up to bump your nose lovingly against the scruff on his chin, “You stole what remaining working brain cells I had left with that damnable kiss of yours.”
“Not that you had very many to begin with,” Lucifer teased. He kept playing with your hair and the sensation started to cause you to doze off right there in his arms with the distant sound of thunder rumbling just outside your window perfect background noise. The low, lulling cadence of his voice only aided your exhausted body’s attempt at a factory reset, “Now rest, my little lamb. You’ll be back to your usual emotional mess in the morning.”
“Thank you, Luce…” You managed to murmur with a smile while what felt like a blanket was pulled over you. It was hard to believe that the archangel currently allowing you to fall asleep against him was suppose to bring about the apocalypse and hated human beings with the fire of a thousand burning suns. It was…nice…
Before you drifted too far near slumber while surrounded by the scent and chill of your lover, Lucifer drew you out of it with the backs of his fingers rushing your cheek, “Oh, and little one? When you are feeling better, I will do well to remind you that it isn’t just going to be your phone company and plumbing that’s going to pay for the twenty minutes you spent ignoring me.”
You suddenly weren’t as sleepy anymore when you looked up at him with an expression of mild despair.
“Lucifer,” Your tone was a mixture of a warning and some sort of plea, already feeling the smugness oozing off of him in waves now as Lucifer knew he’d just become the number one thing under your skin. It didn’t make you feel any better, considering you had a pretty good idea of what he’d done; even in your fatigued state, “Please tell me that you didn’t try flushing my cellphone down the toilet again.”
“You’ll get your answer if the room starts flooding in, say,” He deliberately looked at an imaginary watch on his wrist is such a nonchalant way that you nearly wanted to scream, “Five, maybe ten minutes?”
Okay… I have read this a few times and it is literally the most amazing thing ever and I am just so freaking happy!!! It’s totally me in a nutshell and Lucifer would just make this so much better! You got his character perfectly and I was grinning like an idiot reading this!
Thank you so freaking much for writing this and I am absolutely in love it and you!!
What do you think Michael and Adam are doing down in the pit all alone? Do they get along without Lucifer there to torment them?
ohhh, i should add this to my faq!
OK SO. i think when mike took adam’s body, he left adam in heaven. so, michael had no reason to keep adam cooped up in there for no reason, and adam would be more willing to give up his body and stay with his mom?? so i’m like 99% sure mike is just sitting in the cage alone like
Scout, one question that has plagued my mind is…what is you true form like?
oh, you’ve seen it quite frequently! it’s basically just
A/N: I don’t know what this is. So I’m just gonna leave it here and pretend like it didn’t happen…
People always say that where there is darkness there is light. But they always seem to forget the all important shades of grey, neither dark or light, but neutral. You had always been forgotten, swallowed up by the mists of time. Your brother and sister were both remembered. Your brother, created man kind and had a whole religion dedicated to him that called him God. Being all good and humble he know goes by Chuck. Now your sister, well she’s another story. She was the darkness to your brothers light, so much so that Chuck locked her up, which effectively took away your happy ending. When Chuck imprisoned your sister he bound her to The Mark and gave it to Lucifer. History had recorded this but what what they didn’t record was that you and Lucifer had been lovers. He was your one and only love but when that mark was placed on him, he changed. Darkness crept into him and he eventually fell, becoming the father of all evil.
The entire time you just stood by and watched. You equaled Chuck in power but you would never oppose him. Your neutrality on the matter made Lucifer become bitter and spiteful towards you. When he fell, he vowed that he would some day make you pay.
As the eons passed your heart never healed. Lucifer was eventually captured and placed in the Cage. And Chuck took a vaction away from Heaven. Now all you did was exist. You had no real purpose, no reason to really live. Your lover was gone, your brother and sister were gone. You had nothing.
Time continued to pass and you watched as the humans continued to evolve. They were morally corrupt and often leaned towards bad choices. But they never received any interference from you or your brother. You were so sick of always being neutral. That had always been your purpose but you had long since been forgotten and you were bored. You had all this power at the tips of your fingers and now it was time to play.
With the snap of your fingers you took yourself to a beautiful lake surrounded by snow capped mountains. With another snap of your fingers Lucifer stood in front of you, freed from Hell. Lucifer turned and faced you, his eyes were filled with fire as he stalked up to you. He reached out, grabbed your neck, and with a quick twist he snapped your fragile neck. Falling to the ground you laid there for a few minutes letting your physical form heal. Getting back up you looked at him, amused. “Now that you have that out of your system, are we good?"
Lucifer just pulled you into his arms and placed a fierce kiss on your lips. "We’ll never be good.” He growled.
“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. Because I’m sick and tired of being good. I have lived in the shadows for to long and now I want to have sine fun. Now tell me lover, what shall we do first?”
Lucifer looked at you cautiously. “You should see the sights this world has to offer.”
You smiled at him. He so reminded you of the angel you had known so long ago. But it was all an illusion, underneath all that charm he was still a monster. You grabbed his hand, “then let’s go show this world what the forgotten sister and the fallen angel can do."
Pairing: Casifer x Demon!Reader Word Count: 1,676 Summary: Lucifer is topside again, and this time he promises not to hurt the demons. Most of them follow him, after all, he’s Lucifer. But not you. You’re Crowley’s second in command, and Lucifer wants you - in more ways than one. Warnings: SMUT, fingering, oral (reader receiving), unprotected sex (cover it up kids), forced orgasms, language Tagging: @smolbeannova@abaddonwithyall
A/N: Honestly this is straight porn. No shame though. It was hella hot to write.
SUM: You and Cas are in a relationship - Cas shows up at the bunker while the boys are out hunting, he is hurt, so you nurse him back to health - but you soon find out he might not be your beloved angel.
AN: hope you enjoy guys! x sorry it’s kind of rough
WARNINGS: smut talk, almost rape, blood.
“Okay, i’ll have a look on the lore, i’ll call you back soon, let me know if you need anything and good luck, bye Sam” I hang up my cell phone and place it on the map table. The bunker is quiet without the boys around, and quite frankly, kind of boring. Though I dislike the idea of sitting infront of a computer and reading lore for hours on end, i need to do my job. I open up my laptop on the map table and search the symptoms of the recent victoms.
As i scroll through the websites containing eons of information, a flutter of wings catches my attention, a smile grows on my lips when i realise it is Castiel. But my smile soon dispears when i see Cas leaning over the map table, one hand holding himself steady and the other hand placed a wound over his sturnum. “Y/N” he breathlessly says. “Cas!” My eyes widen in shock, I rush over to him and giude him to the couch in the library. He leans on me for support, his face curling in pain each step. I set him down on the couch carefully. “What happened?” i ask as i help remove his trench coat and suit jacket. “It’s a long story” Cas replies in his usual gruff voice. Cas winces in pain and i attentively remove his hand from the wound and unbutton his shirt. i examin the wound, “bullet” i look up at Cas, he nods in response. I quikley grab a water bottle left over from lunch, Two white hand Towls and tweasers from the closest bathroom. “This might hurt” i look up at Cas to make sure he’s okay with it, “well what can i say sweetheart, pain is pleasure” he smirks down at me, cheekily. A strange thing to come from Castiel - but then again, I have heard some pretty strange stuff come out of Deans mouth when he’s in pain. I roll up one of the towls and place it in Castiels mouth. I dampen the other towl and wash out the wound with the remaining water, I look around for the bullet before digging in with the tweasers. Cas’ screams are muffled by the towl, but it still hurts to hear someone you love scream in pain. I fish out the bullet and put it on the coffee table.
Cas’ breathling settles, he removes the towl from his mouth and leans his head back onto the couch. As i clean up the blood and rinse the towls in the kitchen, i notice Castiel laughing loudly, almost insanly. I walk out to see if he’s okay. “What’s so funny?” I ask folding my arms and leaning against the frame of the library entrance. “oh nothing nothing, Y/N, you look stunning today, did you do something with your hair? or maybe it’s that longing glint in your eye, desire for, well, me” Cas’s voice sounds different, perky, almost as if it belongs to a different person. His voice is usually gruff and husky, like it was earlier, but now it’s much smoother and chirpy - either he’s overly joyed or something’s up. He pats the spot on the couch next to him, gesturing for me to come over and join him. I give him a confused look, but walk over anyway. He is clearly feeling better, I give him a kiss on the cheek before sitting down next to him. I feel his eyes on me, this makes me blush, he always watches me but never with such intensity - It’s usually soft and loving. I unbutton his shirt to see if his body has healed - of corse with his angelic healing powers he can heal any wound or scare in a matter of seconds, but couldn’t earlier due to the remaing bullet in his body.
His chest looks fresher than ever, the only unusual difference being the blood stains on his stomach. “All healed” I say softly, looking up at him. “what a fantastic excuse to unbutton my shirt” he says darkly. “no-i” he cuts me off by ‘shhing’ me and placing a finger over my lips, he looks me in the eye intensly. I can feel the tention building up inside me and, dam do i love it. Cas always loves to be dominate, but this time he’s really kicking it up a notch. He leans in placing his lips on mine, almost forcefully, his hand rushes to my breats and he tears off my shirt. I pull back in shock “Cas!” I raise my voice slightly, unsure of how else to respond to this unusual behaviour. He ignores my words and slams his lips back onto mine, he pushes me into a position where he is in control, on top of me. His mouth is pushing me hard, it hurts. But because i’m the one being shoved into the couch, i can’t pull back. I try to push Cas off of me - he is never this rough, and if he was, he would have discussed it with me first. Cas lifts his head, and closes his eyes as if in pain, “freakin angel” he says - even more confusion rises within me. he pauses like that for a moment and then His lips crash into mine again. I try to shove him and push him but My arms do nothing, no matter how hard I push he won’t get off. This isn’t right, this can’t be Cas. I do what any normal person would do, use instincts, and my instincts are to kick him in the nuts. Cas, or whoever, pulls away from me and grabs his junk in pain, i kick him in the side once again and run to my phone and get the spare gun under the table. When i look back to make sure He is still down, he looks up at me, with red glowing eyes. No. it can’t be. lucifer. “Lucifer” i whisper in shock, staring with rage. “Bingo! that’s right honey” lucifer laughs, and stands up on his feet “did you miss me?” i just stare in anger with the gun in my hand. It must have been Cas trying to come through before.
“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica” i begin an exorcism, aiming the gun at lucifer. Every step he takes forward, i take back.
“An exorcism? really, come on Y/N, you know that won’t work, points for trying though” Lucifer gives me a puppy dog - sad look. I ignore him and continue the exorcism.
Ergo, draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica, adjuramus te, cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis
I continue, lucifer tries to rush forward. I shoot him three times, this of corse does not do much, but it does slow him down slighlty.
Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei, contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili Nomini quem inferi tremunt
Tears start streaming down my face, if this exorcism doesn’t work, what hell am i gonna do? I can’t kill him, because Cas is still inside.
“ I mean, you could always kill me, but hey, your little lover is still inside, so that’s a bummer for you right?” lucifer must be reading my mind, this makes his teasing all the more effective.
I close my eyes for a split second and pray that this works. one last tear runs down my face,
“ AB INSIDIIS DIABOLI, LIBERA NOS, DOMINE “ i shout the last words of the exorcism. “ready to die lover girl” Lucifer gives me an evil smile, “GO TO HELL!” I scream and get ready to run - but then his expression changes to confused, he looks down and sees his own glowing light being ejected from the vessel.
“no, NOO” lucifer yells as he is torn from Cas’s vessel. It worked. A breath of relief leaves my lips, as i shield my eyes from the light. Then, it all stops. silence fills the bunker - until Castiels grunts break it as he sits on the steps into the library breathlessly.
“Cas?” I ask, cautiously.
“Y/N” He replies, in his usual husky voice.
I rush over to make sure he is okay. “are you okay?” I ask. “Yes, i am fine, but are you?” he replies with a question. “I am now” I reply, a smile forming on my lips.
Cas looks up at me in relief, and i crash into his shoulder, pulling him into a tight embrace. “Thank god” he says over my shoulder. He pulls away from the hug and places his hands on my shoulders. “I’m so sorry for what he did to you, i can explain everythi-” I cut Cas off “Tommorow” i say as i lean in to place a soft kiss on his lips.
I am an exhausted soul,
and trust me when I say I’ve
seen the preachers
give into their primal lust
while their wives weep on silent knees,
offended by the idea of sins.
I made a deal with the devil last night,
standing on the crossroads.
I asked him if you’d leave,
and whilst doing so if you’d take the
delicate heartstrings that I’ve grown to love.
He told me, “my dear, my dear,
let me tell you a story of how Eve picked the forbidden fruit,
how mankind has been doomed to fail since the start;
what sort of words of mine do you think would give you comfort?”
I made a deal with the devil,
forked over my soul
for the peace of mind that
my love wouldn’t be a sin
and that if you left oh so suddenly,
I wouldn’t have to spend too much time on my knees
asking someone where I went wrong.