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It wasn’t a sight that was common in Hell.
Hell, it hadn’t happened since the beginning of the world. Since Hell was first made, by Lucifer giving Eve the apple. Which is why, when his daughter cried out for him, while she was on the balcony with her girlfriend, he had not expected her to point to the sky just under Heaven.
A figure was falling. Falling from the most beautiful place in the afterlife. Lucifer didn’t think and shot up in the sky, bolting towards the falling figure with two pairs of wings. He caught the fallen angel in the nick of time, carrying them with one hand underneath their legs and the other at their back.
Lucifer watched the colour fading from this young woman. Her tan skin, going to grey. Her soft brown and grass green hair, turning black joined with a sick green. Horns sprouting between her soft fluffy ears. Her wings, once a pretty light green, the top ones turning black while the ones below, turning that sick green that adorned her hair. Her long light dress, turning dark and heavy.
Lucifer couldn’t believe it. This young woman was high in the Angel hierarchy, due to the four wings adorning her back. And yet, just like him, she was discarded. Thrown out by the very place that was supposed to be peace. He took a better look at her wings and noted that they were pointing in the wrong direction. Broken. They had broken her wings.
She was also not conscious.
Fuck Heaven.
Lucifer took in a deep breath and gently flew down to the hotel balcony. More of the residents had come up to watch the commotion. Charlie and Vaggi were now joined with Cherri, Husk, Niffty and Alastor.
Lucifer gently landed and kept the fallen angel close. There was something familiar about her magic that he couldn’t place, but that wasn’t important now. Charlie immediately flew towards the two of them. Fussing over the girl she had never see before.
“We should get her a room to rest. I also need to heal her wings. They are broken.” Lucifer hoped his voice was calm, but the simmering rage between his words were not unnoticed. His lovely daughter went into action quickly and they both went back inside the hotel.
Everyone was still thrown off by this so much so, that no one noticed how rigid and quiet Alastor had become, upon seeing the fallen angel.
Lucifer sighed as his golden magic faded. That should do it. Her wings were no longer broken. It was a long process, but he got there. The young woman was sound asleep in her new bed. They had provided this room for her quickly, but it should do for now.
Without having to focus on fixing her broken bones and any other small wounds that littered her body, he was now able to think more. Lucifer wished he could turn off his brain, but he was so angry. Heaven was finally cooperating with them. And now this stunt. Lucifer didn’t know what had prompted them to banish this young woman. It must have been bad, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t angry on her behalf. Wait, scratch that. Heaven didn’t need a reason for it to be bad per se.
They just did whatever the fuck they wanted up there. Maybe her crimes hadn’t been bad. Maybe she was just like him. Trying to make the world a better place but suffering through her own actions.
A knock startled him out of his thoughts. That’s good. He didn’t need to be thinking about all of this. “Come in.” he softly said. The door opened to Charlie and Vaggi. Lucifer smiled at his daughter. “Hi, Char Char. She’s fine now. Your old man fixed her up!” he puffed his chest, proud with himself.
Charlie gave him a soft, but sad smile. “Thanks, dad.” she sighed, moving further into the room with Vaggie at her heels. She glanced at the bed, where the new fallen angel lay. Her light green glasses were placed on the nightstand next to the bed. And she looked peaceful in her sleep, but who knows what was going on inside her head. “I just don’t understand,” she whispered, mostly to herself, but the other two frowned in worry. “How could Heaven just, do this! I thought we were finally getting somewhere, but now they just banish her like its nothing.” tears welled up in her eyes, and Lucifer’s heart clenched.
Vaggi didn’t look much better, resting her hands on Charlie’s back. “I don’t know, Charlie,” he sighed, rubbing his head. “Let’s just,” he paused and stood up. “Make sure she gets some rest, and once she wakes up, we can find out what happened, okay?” he took Charlie’s face in his hands, giving her a smile that he hoped would convey his love for his daughter, and not the inner turmoil he found himself in.
Charlie nodded, her tears falling. Lucifer wiped them away and let Vaggi take Charlie to their bedroom. He glanced once more at the young woman laying in the bed. He sighed deeply and walked out of the door, keeping the nightlight on, but turning off the main light in the room.
…
The shadow coming from the nightstand started to move and Alastor materialized after a couple of seconds. He glanced at the closed door for a fraction of a second, before turning his gaze towards the figure in the bed. Alastor’s posture was rigid and his grin unshakable.
He sat down in the chair next to the bed, where Lucifer had just sat moments before. He put his cain to the side and was once more silent in the seat. His eyes studied the young woman intensely. And the more he looked, the more his mask started to crack.
“Mon cher,” he whispered, letting his smile drop as much as the stiches allowed him. He reached out for her hand and softly caressed the skin. Alastor relished in the small contact and leaned in more to take a closer look at her face.
The woman groaned softly, her eyes fluttering open. Her eyes a deep green, and her sclera a lighter green. Her pupils were a bit fuzzy, but they landed on the figure next to her bed. Her muddle brain couldn’t make them out first, but after a couple of seconds, she gasped. Tears gathered in her eyes.
“Papa?”
“Oui, Louise. Mon fille,” Alastor’s voice was full of love that no one had ever heard before. “Ton papa est lá.”