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Reckless

Chapter 5: A Happy Ending After All

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Finally, an update! Thanks for the kudos and comments. You guys rock :)

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Back again to the fiery pits, it would seem .

Lucifer grits his teeth as he makes his way to his palace, his vacation cut short by cowardly, weasely, Michael yet again,  and oh, the plans he has for him to repay the favor. As instructed, Helios gathered the Lilim and the rest were on standby.

The King of Hell lands and surveys the demons within the halls, and true enough, they have lost a significant amount that could pose an issue with cells that need to be guarded.

“Will someone please explain to me, in detail, how such a thing could happen? I haven't even gone that long and look at what I have to deal with!”

“Sire, your brother spouted lies and the other demons believed him. He persuaded them to the point of betrayal… and died because of their oath.”

Lucifer draws a long breath and pinches the bridge of his nose out of sheer frustration. He almost forgot how some of the lower level demons are mindless and the higher-level ones simply don’t care, unless obliged. He could feel a headache coming on but he mustn’t let Michael know how much it’s really affecting him. 

“Spread the word: no one except me is allowed to enter my brother’s quarters. As for the others who are still confused, you are pardoned for now. No more second chances after, are we clear?”

“Yes, My Lord.”

“Dismissed.”

The legion disperses and carries on with their task while he makes his way to wherever the demons placed his dickhead twin.


As soon as the King of Hell opens the door, Michael greets him with “Brother! How’d you like the mess I’ve made?”

Lucifer keeps his expression schooled and responds, “Can’t say I’m surprised you’d pull something of the sort but I don’t really care. So, how are you finding your accommodations, hmm?”

The older twin lifts both his hands which are currently chained up to the wall in a mocking gesture.

“I’m giving it 2 stars, just because I killed so many of your loyal subjects.”

“Ah, then they’re not doing a great job. Hell should have a negative rating if we’re to go by standards. But fret not, I’m here. Let me make it up to you,”

The King of Hell takes out one of the curved blades and twirls before making a painfully slow stab on his brother’s good shoulder. Lucifer drives the weapon centimeter by bloody centimeter, grinding it a little as if he's carving him from the inside and then quickly removes only to thrust it back near the same location. The pain it's causing his twin seems excruciating if the screams were any indication but it's not nearly enough to make up for all the atrocities Michael committed.

If the Devil had taken Maze, she would do much worse but he couldn’t exactly trust her at the moment, not with her being unhinged and screaming bloody murder at every turn. He understands why the demon is upset and makes a mental note to himself to spare her time for a much-needed talk. Or pep talk if you will. 

“We’ve barely started, brother.” He mocks the writhing archangel but then thinks how odd it was that his twin got caught in the first place. There were a considerable amount of casualties but technically, it should have been more . He’s an archangel for crying out loud.

“Hold on,” Lucifer presses a finger on his lips and tells his brother, “Something has changed. You would never be trapped here so easily.”

Michael makes eye contact, “Wrong. I just got overwhelmed.”

“You’re lying.” Lucifer states matter of factly because he can smell a lie from miles away, “Show me your wings.”

“No.”

“Why not? You’ve never been shy parading them before. Have you fallen, brother?”

“No.” The archangel answers with an almost growl and the younger twin know he’s on the right track.

“You’re lying again. Oh, no, Mikey. Has Dad punished you? Is that why you don’t want to show me your wings?”

“No! Father would never! I am not like you!”

“Really? Then I suppose I’m mistaken.” But the smirk on his face remains as he unclasps the chain’s locks.  

“What are you doing?”

“Setting you free, of course.”

Michael drops to his knees once both of his restraints are released but he doesn’t make a run for it. 

“What are you waiting for, Michael? Run along now," The devil pauses, "Oh silly me. Off you fly, I suppose?" The archangel continues to look down while Lucifer persists with his taunting because he knows exactly what buttons to push, and oh, it is satisfying. “What’s the matter?”

“It’s all your fault!” Michael stands up finally and tries a cheapshot at Lucifer but the Devil easily steps out of the way.

“Tsk. You missed. But you never miss.” The Lord of Hell chuckles while the archangel throws another punch that doesn't hit its intended target and he falls flat on the floor. “Ooh, miss again! Oh my, brother! Far be it for me to laugh at other people's misfortune but my, my. How the mighty have fallen!”

Michael remains on the ground, gritting his teeth, hating how the favorite son put it all together. 

Lucifer walks towards the door to leave his brother to his own musing. The archangel wouldn't be able to force any demons to self-destruct anymore and sooner or later, be trapped in his own Hell-loop.

“Please, don’t leave me here, Lucifer.” Michael pleads for the first time. The initial visit to Hell was unpleasant, and now he regrets stepping foot in his brother’s domain again because it would seem like he sealed his own fate. He should have anticipated that Lucifer would deviate from the path he laid down for him. 

“You never should have gone in the first place, dear Mikey. Unless…” 

The expression on the archangel’s face confirmed the answers the Devil suspected. 

“Well, I, nor my demons would grant you death. That's too easy. You will suffer here in Hell until you free yourself of your guilt. That could take an eternity. Best buckle up, Mikey. You’re in for a ride.”

“LUCIFER!!!!!” 

Once the door closes, the surrounding morphs into a legitimate cell. Whatever loop Michael has, Lucifer is not interested. Perhaps this is the timeout his stupid brother needs to set him straight. And seeing that no other siblings or whatever army came marching down to counter the Devil's verdict, then perhaps the Almighty is just after all. 

With one less problem to think about, he once again calls the remaining denizens for one final order before he sets out. 


The number of lower-level demons are greater than the Lilim's ranked so each had to be assigned to a group. He lets the members of the Lilim choose the demons according to their factions and those who don't have factions or were left out were distributed evenly. This way, the Lilim will solely be responsible for their members' actions. There's still a risk for an uprising but with the deal intact, the Lord of Hell needn't have to worry. Most of Lilith's children have sworn their loyalty to him since his fall so he knows he can count on them to keep their underlings in line. 

"Anyone who rebels shall be dealt with accordingly. And I mean, immediate execution. There's no need for me to oversee punishments. Your faction leaders should know what to do for they have the authority to decide what type of torture is fitting for a soul. If they don't, then they must be replaced but this is out of the question as I have high regards for the Lilim." 

He pauses and asks for the Faction Heads to come forward. 

"I will be working on Earthly affairs topside. I trust that you could handle the miniscule job of making sure that your subordinates are doing what they're supposed to do. I will be visiting from time to time and will expect a full report for each visit. It's you and your faction's head on the line here, my sworn minions. I'd rather you not take this lightly because actual heads will roll and that would…be unpleasant. Do we have an understanding?"

"Yes, My Lord." The leaders bow and return to their respective teams. 

"One more thing, chain up my twin brother's cell. I don't want to risk him running amok again and laying waste on your otherwise dwindling numbers, which by the way is still more than enough to manage the damned. Anyway, Michael is trapped and I want to make sure it stays that way until he no longer deserves his punishment. And I’m saying this with full confidence, he’s going to be in there for a long, long , time."

"Your will be done, My Lord."

"As you were, then."


Earth, a few days ago. Amenadiel lands on the rooftop of a shady apartment downtown and heads for room 47. 

"Amenadiel! I wasn't expecting you to find me here."

"I didn't. Dad did."

"Oh? So he is keeping tabs. What did he say?" 

"That he's rather disappointed with you for trying to kill Lucifer." 

"I didn't try to kill our brother, pfft. It was a calculated risk. I was banking on him being invulnerable and he was at the last minute."

"Perhaps. But he could have died. And you're actually punishing yourself for it."

"What are you talking about, brother?" 

"You mean, you haven't noticed the feathers?” The dark angel points to the moulting grey feathers on the floor. It’s apparent Michael hasn’t noticed because of the mortified look on his face. “That's how it was for me. It's only going to get worse."

"You're wrong. I am not guilty."

"Well, I hope you'll find redemption someday, brother. Just remember, you did this to yourself."


Mazikeen goes to the top floor and gives her former boss a bored look, making it known that she’s not interested in whatever he has to say or offer. And yet she still showed up. 

“Mazikeen,” He starts.

“What? Are you still sulking about that little wound I inflicted on you? You said I could stab you, so I did.” The demon crosses her arms, nonchalant. She got an earful from Decker for the scuffle but she’s too angry to care.

“I’m over that."

"Then what am I doing here?" 

"I've done a little rearranging in Hell. I thought you'd be happy to know that order's been restored."

"And….?"

"I need a manager. Someone I trust. And that means you." 

Maze lifts one eyebrow and responds, “Now you’re taking me back? How convenient.”

"Here I thought you'd be thrilled to go home. Perhaps it's not home to you anymore just like it's not home for me?" 

Maze scoffs but doesn't say anything else. 

"Only if you want to, of course. Your brethren should be able to manage the horde on their own, for now. I just thought with you there, I'd be rest assured. After all, despite our disagreements, you are my friend — the best of, if I may add — whether you believe me or not. Again, only if you desire it." He refills his glass and leaves one for Maze on the counter as he awaits her response. "Oh! And a bonus! You're allowed to torture my twin brother. He got himself trapped down there and he deserves it.”

With that, somehow, Maze’s face lit up. She hasn’t gotten that prick back for gagging her in the closet. That and it would be refreshing to leave the mortal plane for a while so that she could redirect her anger to something else. 

“I’m in.”

“Excellent! Of course, you can still come back. I’ll be visiting from time to time anyway so you can hitch a ride, or rather, flight with me. Oh but please do be careful. Even though Michael is punishing himself, he still can persuade you to do his bidding. No one else is allowed to enter his door except for you and I and I think you understand what that means.”

“Shut up and take me back.”

“Right now? Don’t you have to, I don’t know, give Linda a heads up?”

“That’s what you’re here for.”

“Oh. Very well.”

The King’s announcement about Mazikeen being the overseer of the Lilim, and therefore, all factions, hadn’t been a shock and if anyone had qualms about it, didn’t dare speak up. Lucifer tells Maze he’ll be back in a month or so, but she dismisses him right away, stating she has much to catch up on, and to get his ass back topside. 

With that, Lucifer once again leaves Hell with renewed hope that someday he wouldn’t have to come back. 


Chloe paces in the penthouse. A week after her vacation is over and she hasn’t received a word from either Amenadiel or Lucifer. Even though the consultant somewhat promised he’ll be back, it still isn’t reassuring. 

Until Lucifer shows up with a huge grin on his face when she was just about to leave.

“Lucifer!”

The Detective comes barreling towards him that he almost loses his footing but catches himself in time. 

“Ah, you’re still here.”

“Of course I am.”

“How long was I gone?”

“Two weeks.”

“Oh. It’s not too bad then.”

“What happened?”

“This and that,” He answers vaguely, his voice light as if it’s something she doesn’t have to worry about. 

“Huh?”

“Order’s been restored, Michael is trapped and Maze is managing the horde. All good.”

“What?”

“Ugh, Detective, you’re usually more perceptive but okay. My twin is punishing himself. Or maybe Dad had a hand in it, too, I don't care. Maze is managing the horde as my liaison so I only have to visit a few times. Which means, I get to stay here for as long as you’ll have me. So what do you say? Let’s pick up from where we left off? Starting with fulfilling your carnal desire?”

“Lucifer!” She chuckles and slaps his arms playfully, all her worries washed away. “I’m more than happy to oblige.” She adds and she’s suddenly lifted off her feet and into his arms. Lucifer gifts her a searing kiss that she responds to in kind. 

Notes:

Not beta'd. Saw it in twitter or tumblr (I think) as a request, but I don't remember XD
Hope this is okay.