Lucifer
After ten minutes of Michael arguing with Hera, which could be heard down the hallway, mind you, I left my seat, unable to listen to the bickering between Athena and Ares. They were at opposite ends of the spectrum, intelligence-wise, mainly about the topics of relationships, and no one was getting anywhere in those discussions.
I followed my body. I didn’t think of where to go or what to do. For the first time in my life, I let my body flow with its surroundings. I went down the hallway and saw that the paintings on the walls were lighter. The servants were chuckling, nudging themselves as I went by. The smiles I had never seen, or maybe never paid attention to, had me doing double-takes down the hall.
Of course, once they realized I was staring, they busied themselves with their work rather than have my heated gaze fall upon them.
My feet landed right outside Loki’s door. Giggling and slight tappings on the door had me intrigued. What could the God of Mischief and the Goddess of Innocence be doing in there? Deciding nothing good, I opened the door without knocking and the thick air of tension waved me in the face with a pair of pants.
“Oops!” A squeak came from the corner, Loki half jumping on the bed, dropping one of his toys on the bedroom floor. “Hi, Luci!” Uriel frantically waved as I pulled the dirty laundry from my face. Looking down at it, and back to Uriel, her lips were parted wide, showing off her perfectly straight teeth.
Slapping her hands to her mouth, she looked at Loki for either protection or the reading of the room, because right now my face had not changed in the slightest.
“Don’t call him that,” Loki hissed at her. Her face filled with embarrassment, her cheeks tinged pink.
“W-why not?” She whispered back, her wings no longer fluttering around in excitement.
“He doesn’t like it,” he whispered back. “Only Mom can call him that.” Her mouth was in the shape of an ‘O,’ as she looked down at the floor, looking at her toes.
“I’m sor-,” clearing my throat, I stopped her from saying another word. Feeling the black sludge tearing up my insides, I wanted to cut the air off from Loki’s lungs to make Uriel upset. She did not know and hell, she wasn’t doing it out of spite. It was her own nickname that she had given me, not having heard it before.
“It’s alright, Uriel.” Uriel stilled, her wings no longer drooping, but they were insanely still. Her heartbeat rose as I walked to her, my feet parting the carpet, cushioning my leather shoes. “You can call me that if you wish.”
Loki’s mouth dropped in my peripheral, his hand raised to point at me, and his index finger shook with fright. “She’s y-y-your…!” My glare shut him up, his hand dropping. If he was any other person, he would have fainted in fright. My eyes burned into him, in so much he could see the pain I could do to his mind alone.
Uriel, oblivious to this stare, had her big golden eyes twinkling below her lashes. “Oh, thank the Celestial Heavens! Because if you didn’t like Luci, you wouldn’t have liked the other nickname I gave you.”
Loki’s head shot up, crawling to the end of his bed, yet far enough so I did not strangle the little prick. “What’s the other nickname?” he giggled.
“Lurch.” Loki and I looked at each other, not understanding the new name. “You know, from the Addams Family? ‘Their creepy and their kookie, mysterious and spooky….” Uriel continued to sing the theme song from the human television show, Loki rolling on the bed with his arms on his stomach, laughing.
Sighing, I pinched my nose with my thumb and index finger. Her little bounce and dance had me staring at her far too hard as her skirt swished around. Chuckling, I sat in the chair that was typically covered in clothes and sighed at the situation.
“Why Lurch though?” Loki grinned. “What makes you think of Lurch when you look at Lucifer?”
Uriel stuck out her hip, putting her hand on it. Her finger tapped her lips, something she liked to do. They were lush and shiny, the pink gloss she wore highlighted that best feature.
“Because he is really tall, he walks around with a scowl on his face and barely talks. Except he isn’t ugly like Lurch. No, he is better looking.” Her face blushed, a curl of my lip had her looking at me intently for the smile I would never give.
“A lot cuter,” she mumbled again before turning away.
“Holy Mary Fucking Poppins, what the hell happened to your room, Prince of Pranks?!” Ares strode through the door, Mariah’s arm wrapped around his hip. “Did Tartarus freeze over?”
Loki rolled his eyes, waving Ares away. “Nah, just pickin’ up a little,” he mumbled.
“We played a game,” Uriel chirped. “We used all his clothes to throw them in the hoop to pick up. It was a lot more fun as a game.” Uriel fluttered her wings wildly, staring up at the enormous giant of a god.
“Ahh, you must be Uriel,” Ares’ side glance at me had me growling at him. His smirk showed me he was planning something. All I knew was I was going to fucking kill him if he tried to fucking hurt her.
“So, do you like to play doctor?”
“No, sounds like fun! How do you play?” Uriel leaned in to listen more.
“You should ask Lucifer over here, his tingly hands will—”
That’s it.
“Out!” I yelled. Mariah, frozen in fear, tried tugging Ares, who stood there until we met eye to eye. “You cannot speak to her.” I was nose to nose with him. My physic made me look weaker in the eyes of this War God, but I had much more power than he did. Ares snorted, walking out the door.
“Just playin’ around, man,” he threw out some gang sign to Loki who returned the gesture. I don’t know why Father is friends with him. Before he left, his head came back into the room.
“When you are done playing, doctor, dinner is ready.” Throwing a small fireball at him, it grazed the door, but it chased him down the hall as it grazed his ass. He screamed like a little girl.
….
Loki stood right next to Uriel. He continued to talk away, chatting about everything and nothing. Uriel skipped along, trying to keep up with the three of us walking down the hall. She looked like she had two bodyguards as we entered the dining room.
Uriel’s eyes lit up, clasping her hands together like it was the best damn room she has ever seen. “Woah,” she spoke as she walked in. “I’ve only seen rooms like these in books."
“Probably most of the things you have seen are in books,” Loki muttered under his breath. Hera did not take the sentiment well. Her hand gripped a fork, causing it to bend at the neck.
“Uriel, sweet pea, how about you come to sit next to me?” Hera's jaw ticked. I ground my jaw. Her mother was the source of my anger. I wanted to have her sit next to me, but, of course, the only open spot next to her mother was smashed between her parents.
Uriel skipped over Loki groaning, pulling out a chair next to him. “I wanted to sit with her,” he groaned. Mother only laughed at Loki while they served us dinner. "I bet you did to," he nudged me as I rolled my eyes. "It isn't fair, I was hoping when I came of age we would-be mates," he pouted. My teeth ground together, my fingertips melting the fork before me.
Mother hissed, "stop please, Luci," her green eyes blinked, begging me. Looking at Uriel, she smiled, laughing at something that her father had said. I counted, as I watched her until my fingers cooled enough.
Dinner with my parents was pleasant, typically. Mother would talk about her day pairing souls, Father would listen to her intently and try to feed her while she talked because she got too excited telling mating stories. The one-story she wanted to tell, she couldn’t tell at all. Her body swayed, looking at Father and me and back to Uriel, who was oblivious of everything.
Father chuckled, moving the meat on his plate. We both could hear Cerberus chomping down the food Uriel was putting under the table. She tried sticking a vegetable below, but Cerberus began choking, causing the entire table to jump up in surprise.
Uriel’s face tinged pink, pretending to stick the dreadful piece of vegetable to her mouth, only to spit it out in a napkin when her mother wasn’t looking. I rested my elbow on the table, rubbing my chin as I watched her.
Shit, I've become a creepy fucker.
Her delicate skin had hardly seen the sun, her feet barely touching the blades of grass. How long had it been since a raindrop had fallen on the smoothness of her breast? My lip curled, watching the delicate thing grab the first chocolate silk pie off the dessert cart. Her lips savored each bit, pulling the spoon slowly away from her mouth.
I grunted to myself. That was a long way before we could ever be mates. My heart stopped beating in my chest. I had just said it would be a while, meaning it will happen. This wasn’t what I decided just an hour ago. I would protect her, keep her safe, but now my mind, my heart was already changing everything.
“You gonna eat that?” Loki pointed to the coconut cream pie on my plate. I picked it up, placing it on Loki’s plate. He glared at me.
“What did you do to it?” he hissed.
“Nothing,” I whispered back.
“You just damn served me your piece of pie. You never do anything nice for anyone except for Mom and Dad.” I looked back to Uriel, being so happy about a piece of damn pie, and now I’m becoming an emotion I never thought I could have.
Contentment.
Fuck, I’m screwed.
Hera, being tight-lipped throughout dinner, stabbed her fork into each little pea, spoke to Uriel. “Sweet Pea, your Dad and I have some business to attend to.” Uriel’s eyes widened, biting her lips from her smile being too big. She must have known this was a rarity. “We are going to let you stay here in the Underworld for a while. You will have to remain here, in the palace with Hades, Parisa, and their guards, and you have to watch over Loki, too. It will be a great internship for you, maybe get a handle on some of your innocent powers you may have noticed coming to the surface.”
Yeah, because you smothered her and never gave her a chance to try. I glared at her across the table. Father tapped in my head to look away.
“Don’t let her know you are her mate, Lucifer. Then we will have a world of other problems.” My eyes shot at my father. Shaking his head, he stuffed another rare piece of steak into his mouth.
Dinner was wrapped up, and thank the Fates, I’d never have to do that dinner again. It was only bearable because she was there. It was the best damn dinner for the sake of my eyes because I got to memorize each line, each tiny freckle that dusted her cheeks. I’d take everything I'd memorized and think of her while I slept.
Michael bid Uriel farewell, she gave an enormous hug with his wings engulfing her, causing her to squeal happily. “Remember, if you are in trouble, pray to me with this.” Michael pulled out one of his white feathers from the top of his wing. “I’ll fly to you where ever you are quicker than a beating heart.”
“She will be here,” Hera butted in. “Uriel is not to leave the grounds, correct?” Uriel nodded, giving her mother a hug.
“Thank you, Mom. I know this is hard for you, but I’m old enough now. I can take care of myself.” Uriel’s enormous eyes blinked happily. Hera’s arms hugged her tighter, kissing the top of her head.
“I know, dear,” she sniffed, petting back her hair softly. “Protect her, please,” Hera’s eyes landed on me and on my father. “I’m begging.”
Gods don’t beg, and Hera, once the second in command under Zeus, was now begging for us to protect her only daughter. Not just a daughter, but the fate of humanity.
“With my life,” I spoke.
Uriel “They’re gone,” I whispered to myself. For the first time in my twenty-five years of living, they are gone. I wanted to scream in relief. Mom had been so stressed, constantly hovering over my head for so long. I was barely alone in our home and when she wasn’t there, I could relax. Now I was in someone else’s home, but it still felt alright. It felt great, actually. “How about Lucifer showing you to the bedroom you are staying in? Some things have already been sent down from your home that you would need through Hermes’ messengers.” I nodded, thanking her profusely for letting me stay. Parisa was so nice, so much more laid back than Mom. I think I was really going to like it here. “Can I come too?” Loki crossed his arms. “I’ve hung out with her more. She likes me better. She thinks Lucifer looks like Lurch, anyway.” Giggling, I playfully pushed Loki. “Yes, please!” I chirped. Lucifer rolled his eyes. Glancing at him, I saw him ball up his fists.
Lucifer I don’t know how to act around her. I barely know how to be in my skin. The itch that tires me day after day about spilling the blood of my father’s evil soul he has in his section of hell only makes it worse. Coming here was to help with the uncomfortableness of my heart beating erratically in my chest. Her touch was doing things to me, and I couldn’t be for sure if it was for good or evil. My arms wanted to work on their own, caging her around my body so no one could touch her and steal her away from me. Slinging another whip to another fallen mafia leader does nothing for me anymore. No rush of adrenaline like I had with Uriel. The touch of her hand, the softness, the paleness of my sunburned skin held stark differences. She was the softness of a cloud while I was the raging lighting that could split her in two. Staying away from her would be impossible now. The golden thread that ties us together was strung too tight already. My body, my h
Lucifer Soft knocks knocked me out of my embarrassment only to open the door, and mother was still there. “Yes?” I hissed, still pushing my erection down from my jeans, making sure it was completely covered by the door. “Do you need help?” My eyebrows raised, questioning what she was asking. “You know, with that, does your father need to?...” “Mother, I don’t need any help!” I hissed. “He might have some pointers on how he dealt with me while we courted,” she said lovingly. “Parisa,” Father’s voice rang behind her. “Fates could this night get any worse?” I spat, trying to shut the door. Father put his foot on the door, now unable to close it. “Everything alright?” “Just leave me alone!” I growled out. His foot retracted until the door finally shut. “He’s hurting, babe. He’s got man trouble downstairs.” Mother whined. “Love, just leave the man alone, he will figure it out.” Father began pulling on her hand, her f
Uriel Nora dropped the rag, putting her hand to her chest. The beads of sweat pouring from her head were wiped away with her palm. “Oh, dear,” she reached for the rag on the floor and frantically wiped the counter. “Um,” she hummed to herself, engaging with putting all the food on the serving cart. “I think that conversation would be best with Parisa,” her voice trailed from the conversation. I picked at my fingernails again, watching the pale pink polish flick to the floor. Stop that. That isn’t sanitary in the kitchen. I sighed heavily. Everyone was dead set on not telling me. Turning away from Nora, I picked up the two special plates I made for my two favorite boys and put a silver covering over the top. “Okay, okay, wait.” Nora patted me on the shoulder. Was it that big of a secret what a mate was? Everyone else knew and threw out the word in everyday language. My parents used it. I just thought it was a
Lucifer Once she finished breakfast, Uriel excused herself to her room to get ready for the day. Going around barefoot in the Palace wouldn’t be smart. You never know if Loki left a tack in the hallway for some unknowing servant. My hands twitched on my thigh, my hand running through my hair. I made a shaky sigh as my leg shook up and down. “Relax,” Ares scooted his chair over, poking my shoulder a few times before finally resting his hand on it. He made a mistake trying to pat my shoulder when I was angry and had a nasty burn on his hand that took an hour to heal, much longer than the usual burn he would get from my father. “Just be yourself. I’m pretty sure she would like anyone pursuing her,” Ares snickered as I gave him a fierce glare. The worst part of it was, it was true. Anyone showing her any sort of attention she may fall for because of how innocent she was. Rubbing my scruffy face with my palm, my mother nudges my father repeatedly. She was trying t
Uriel If I could crawl back into my bed at home with Mom and Dad, I would. Hiding under the covers, smelling the fresh linen of my mom’s favorite fabric softener of lavender and vanilla. It would ease the painful beating of my heart. Being utterly embarrassed was completely new to me, but I felt it right now. I was seeing myself as something different, not the smart girl mom always called me. I can’t go back home. For as long as I can remember, my mother told me how smart I was, how I surpassed women my age for their intellectual thinkings but here I was, befuddled and clumsy with my words. I didn’t even know where my mom worked. Ask me what type of virus werewolves use to inflict their enemies versus the venom they used to mark their mates. Ask me what the differences are between a fae and fairy wings and the components of how each line interfaces with that of the season to give them optimal flight. I knew it; I knew it all by heart, recitin
UrielDisappointment radiated from my heart, a strong feeling that I didn’t feel was mine. Tears brimmed my eyes until I hit the white doors of my room. Pushing and pulling on the door handle until the door finally unlocked, I saw Luci down the hall, poking his head behind a door, watching me fall inside.Jumping on the freshly made bed, I climbed under the covers in utter embarrassment. My body was doing strange things, right in between my thighs and I couldn’t understand it. It started when I held his hand when he touched me and looking at him more closely, I found him insanely good-looking. Too good looking.I mean, I always saw him as handsome, but now it radiated so much more. The way he doesn’t talk was the opposite of me. I never shut up. Mom has told me thousands of times before when I try to tell her about my day.Granted, I’m sure listening to my theories as to why supernaturals from Bergarian realm were leaving to go to
LuciferPulling my hair out, I stormed into my room and slammed the door shut. Uriel just let, just fucking left. I thought I had everything planned out perfectly. She looked like she would be into some sort of fantasy books. She loved to read. What woman doesn’t love a good romance or even fantasy novel!?As we reached to top of the stairs, she was hesitant, until her eyes widened not at the books but to me. I was relieved, thinking, ‘hey, I did well for a first date.’ Definitely a Beauty and the Beast moment, only for her to be ripping her hand away, looking at me in fear.Patting myself down several times, making sure my body wasn’t on fire, my wings bursting from my back, I was completely fine. The sparks that lingered on our hands the entire way up the staircase gave me a raging boner, but I did a great job hiding that too!She stared at me like I was a beast, the destroyer I was.Taking my fist, I plummeted the wall of