Uriel
I continued to squeeze through the crowd, not paying attention to Queen Parisa standing on the balcony. The cake looked so delicious to be ignored, and no one was even looking at it. My wings tucked close to my body still hit someone gently on their shoulder.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered. My wings shuttered, I was too nervous about pulling them inside my body, but the large man in front of me looked down with bright blue brilliant eyes. "It's quite alright. Are you okay?" This man was really muscular, wearing a light tan suit and flowing white hair that graced his shoulders. The white stubble on his face was a shade darker than the hair on his head. His hands steadied my shoulders, looking me in the eye.
"You look familiar," he tilted his head. "Yet, I have never seen you before. I know all the angels and gods. What is your name?" I bit my lip, trying to back away.
"It's alright, I won't hurt you," his eyes softened, putting his hands away. "You just remind me of someone, someone I used to care about." The white-haired man's shoulder slumped, the nicely pressed suit now holding wrinkles.
"My name is Uriel," I put my hand out for him to shake. I had seen it many times before on human shows, and it was a sign to greet someone new. He chuckled, engulfing his large hand in mine.
"Nice to meet you then; I'm Zeus." I smiled back at him, nodding my head. "Great to meet you, but I have to go now. That cake looks delicious!" I went to leave, but his hand didn't let go of mine. "Who are your parents?" He questioned before letting go.
"Hera and Michael," I chirped. Zeus' face paled, and he immediately turned to walk away. I bit my lip, thinking I should go after him and make sure he was alright, but the new tray going by with sweet honeysuckles was calling my name.
I can check on him later.
I tiptoed around everyone, hovering close to the ground so my wings wouldn't get in the way. Once I reached the table, the speech was over, and many people talked amongst themselves.
There were so many treats. Spongecakes, dark chocolate, which is nasty because they don't put enough sugar in it, honeysuckle flowers, cupcakes, and many things I was unsure of. Meats of different kinds, vegetables, I internally gagged at those. If only I could bring a few back with me just to feed the pet Pegasus at our neighbors' house.
As I looked down at the last table, I saw an entire roasted pig. I slapped my hand over my mouth from screaming. The head was still on it, turning on a table and the demon beside it smiling with his fangs sticking out. I turned my whole body, holding my plate of honeysuckles with extra honey. Now seeing I was face to face with Queen Parisa.
She was the same size as me! So far, everyone was so much taller, but we almost matched! I giggled at that.
"Hello, I'm Parisa; I don't think we have met before," the Queen was dressed in a beautiful black gown with beautiful gems in the bodice; they were so sparkly it was doing everything I had not to touch them. Her hand was still outstretched. My mind quickly zoomed back to the present, and my hand went to meet hers.
"Hi, I'm Uriel," my voice came out sweet. I wanted to make friends, so I had to make a perfect impression. "I've never been to one of these functions before, so I don't really know anyone here." My voice and head dipped low. It was rather embarrassing, really. I didn't know anyone other than Athena, and she was talking to her other friends across the room. Everyone had friends here, and I was just here by myself. I gripped the plate tighter, putting my other arm around my waist for comfort.
"But I'm here now, and it is the best party I can honestly say I have ever been to!" That would make her feel happy because it really was the best party I have ever been to. The only party, but she didn't know that.
"I'm glad to hear that," Parisa beamed up the King of the Underworld. He had a concerned look on his face. He studied me, which made me shrink back a little. He still held the baby, so he couldn't be all that bad, right?
The baby made a cooing noise, and his attention was diverted back to the swaddle in his arms, giving me a moment of relief.
"Are you with your parents?" Parisa pried. "I would love to meet them and demand why we haven't met such a lovely lady like yourself before!" She giggled, nudging King Hades. I noticed a drop of honey falling off my plate. Grabbing it with my finger, I scooped it up and put it right in my mouth, and scraped it with my teeth, leaving a popping sound as my finger traveled out.
"Oh, they weren't able to come, so they said I could go." I smiled back. My thoughts go back to the big Zeus man and his reaction to hearing my parents' names. Would they do the same? One way to find out.
"The Goddess Hera and Arch Angel Michael are my parents." Hades pulled a bottle from his suit pocket and gave it to Lillith, the tiny little girl in his arms. I stood up on my tiptoes to see, but Parisa's questions kept interrupting me.
"How old are you, dear?" Parisa's voice wasn't as friendly but now more curious.
"Twenty-four," I hummed, still looking at the baby. "Mom and Dad are at home waiting for their baby," I said, giving out more information than needed.
"Hera is pregnant? Again?" Parisa said excitedly.
"Pregnant?" I questioned, tilting my head. "No, no, they are waiting for the stork to bring me a brother or sister. I have to wait in my room every night because they think I will scare the stork off," I laughed, putting the honeyed flower in my mouth.
Hades' eyebrow raised, looking at Parisa. A silent conversation went between the two was happening, but I wasn't sure how. Maybe they could mind-link like wolves can.
"What are you, the Goddess of exactly?" Hades spoke to me. The power oozed from his body, having me stand perfectly still. I bit my cheek, trying not to cry at his scowling face.
"Innocence?" I muttered.
Hades looked at me, his eyebrows raised again, pulling Parisa off to the side for a conversation. Hades whispered harshly to Parisa, "don't do this. It will be nothing but a mess right now!" I shrugged my shoulders, not understanding and not wanting to be a part of whatever they were talking about.
I wasn't feeling very welcome anymore anyway. My mind went back to the puppies outside. Maybe there was a garden to go look at, too.
"This will be a shit show!" Hades hissed. He was really loud. Another bad word! Dad said that word before, and mom threatened to wash his mouth out with soap. I would never say such a word because tasting soap would be disgusting.
"Mother," a deep voice whipped through the air and to my ears. It was velvety smooth, with a hint of roughness around the edges.
Lucifer
"Come down here, please, Luci," my Mother's voice traveled through the link. She was standing alone with her father, an angel with her back turned toward them. I swear, if she is trying to introduce me to a girl, I think I might throw flames, breaking my promise to have a smooth sailing party. Several wolves at the bottom of the landing watch every stride I take to the stairs. They start to giggle incessantly.
I take my deep breaths, the breathing exercises I continue to try to calm the boiling blood in my body. When I think all is lost, I catch a sweet floral smell of gardenias. I hadn't smelled those since we visited the Night Crawler pack when I was a child.
Mother had taken us to celebrate Christmas, and with Persephone's powers to help spring to grow, she willed the flowers around my grandmother's house to grow all year despite the cold winter temperatures.
I had always been attracted to the smell. It reminded me of my youth, my innocence that I had lost so long ago. My blood came down to a dull roar in my ears, the fresh sweet smell now calming the beasts inside my soul.
"Mother," I spoke to her. She stared right up at me like I was a miracle to behold, but I was beyond that. "Honey, I want to introduce you to someone." Here it goes, she going to try to have me make a friend. She wouldn't dare introduce me to my mate in the state I was in, would she?
Then again, she didn't know how bad off I really was.
My jaw tightened, father continuing to tell me to be calm through our link to each other. "Calm, calm yourself. You are doing great." his encouraging words help me stand up straight, loosening the grip on my tightened fists.
The girl in front of me was short, just like my Mother; something about that had me sigh with relief. I liked that look on a woman, someone shorter than me. Her dark hair flung across her shoulder, hitting me with a wave of that glorious floral scent. It wasn't overpowering; it was just the right amount of her and gardenia.
"Hi!" She spoke happily. "I'm Uriel!" Her face was pale, with no hint of sun rays on her porcelain skin, while mine held the tan from the bright fires of Tartarus.
My parents were holding hands tightly beside me. I could feel my father's anxiousness roll into waves. My breath hitched at her beauty. No other woman has made such an impression on me such as this. Her long hair tickled the tips of her hipbones, her wings sporting beautiful golden tips. Her wings were not as large as an angel's but still suitable for flying. Losing my words, I continued to stare into her blue eyes.
I reached into her mind, trying to pull ill-intention of future sins, and I could find none. She had no ill-intent towards anyone; no sins or deeds warrant punishing. She was purer than anyone in this room.
Her head tilts to the side, waiting for me to answer.
"Fuck, son, give her your name." He spoke to me. I cleared my throat.
"I'm Lucifer." Uriel put the plate down full of honey on the table and rubbed her bare arms together. My body reacted in an instant. I wanted to warm her body; she looked so cold. Fuck.
"I'm the Goddess of Innocence. Everyone has been asking me that today, so I thought I could ask you. What are you the god of?" I was cursed with destruction, to destroy everything. Part of me liked it, but I did not like the lack of control that had filled me. My body stiffened, but the fire did not fill my fingers.
I was embarrassed for the first time in my life. I didn't want to tell her.
"That's Okay! You don't have to tell me!" She quickly spoke. "I'm going to go outside in the garden and see the puppies," Uriel's hand went to mine and shook it frantically. "Woah!! You tickle!" she lightly snorted. After she dropped it, I looked at my hand, the warmth and the fire instantly leaving my hand. I had already missed it.
Fuck, she was my damn mate.
Uriel waved to me and then to my parents, her hips sashaying through the crowd and close to the door.
"That went well," Father grumbled, now burping Lillith on his shoulder. Mother was grinning. She was bouncing foot to foot. I didn't want to break my stare out the door where Uriel had just left. My body was pulling me towards her, the strange girl-woman that piqued my interest.
I wanted to know more about her. Despite my decision to go to Tartarus tomorrow, I wanted to know what she was like and what I would miss. One foot in front of the other, the crowd parted, not wanting to touch the God of Destruction. Athena caught my eye. The pensive look on her face was that of amusement while she rubbed her chin. Her body turned, now going straight to my parents.
The clicks in my shoes echoed through the room. The she-wolves from my Mother's pack watched with steady eyes as I left them through the garden door, following the white-dressed angel that was supposed to be mine.
LuciferStepping out of the front palace doors, many continued to glare holes in my back. The heat of their stares only magnified my mission to find this girl, figure her out. Surely there had to be a spell cast on her, to deter my emotions and seek some sort of revenge on me and my family.There was no secret. My father was, in fact, the God of Hell, but he wasn’t as evil as the souls he tormented. After my mother being saved from a sex traffic ring, he sent his own demon soldiers to act as humans, finding entire rings of darkened souls for them to feed upon. The soul eaters became father’s new favorite creation. They suck the lives of worthless humans or supernaturals, sucking them straight to the doors of torture. Bypassing the judgment table and earning a number one spot session with me.Bodies fell completely to the floo
UrielEverything was going great. I made a new friend, even though he had a bit of a potty mouth. He even offered me candy! But of course my stomach and chest had to hurt when he said it would taste so good. I might have had too many honeysuckles and honey. I’ve never had a problem with too much sugar before.Maybe I was just too excited to be here! Yup, I was because I got to see some outstanding puppies and got to play in this exceptional garden full of flowers I had never seen before. The Underworld was an amazing place for sure and I didn’t want the party to end so I could explore more.Things with Loki patched up nicely. I was worried about giving up my first potential at a proper friend, but he changed really quick. It made my wings warm at the promise he made me, a real promise. Now I would have someone to go with me and give me a tour around the entire estate! The flutter in my wings made me giddy until a bright light flashed at the front of
LuciferLoki looked shamefully at the ground as he was being scolded by Uriel. I kept my face disinterested to the whole thing, still not sure how to face the situation. Uriel was my mate. Her mother had kept her from the other gods, goddesses and angels all while she grew up. She knew nothing of the underworld, deemed too evil. The only reason I met my fated mate was because of a simple misunderstanding.Since the gods started claiming mates just twenty-five years ago with my Mother’s new gift, babies had been born left and right. Taking part in either their mother's or father’s original form at birth, so there would be no natural-born mix of whatever species the parents were. My father, being a god, it was only natural for my mother’s werewolf genes to morph and make her immortal, thus giving her the power of bonding to help Selena, the Moon Goddess, making mother a goddess herself.Mother had had plenty of gatherings so that the new gods, an
Lucifer“Aren’t you still an archangel, Michael? What happened to the bad-ass archangel from twenty-five years ago? You gotta take your mate by her ass and tell her how it is. Chicks dig that kinda shit.” Ares plopped down on the thick leather chair, not caring that sweat and blood dripped on the expensive upholstery.“Can’t act like that anymore!” Michae threw his hands up in the air. “I’ve got a daughter now. I’ve got to be a bit more civilized than that.” Ares huffed, rubbing the sweat off his brow and slapping the table. Opening his mouth, he paused, whipping his head back to Michael.“You got a kid? Fuck man, congrats!” Ares stands up, goes to shake Michael’s hand before my father exploded.“If you were at the party, you would have known!” Ares scratches his head.“Oh, was that today?” Father rolled his eyes, falling back in the chair. Mariah,
LuciferAfter 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 intrigue
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