Third Person POV:

Three hours later, of the two unconscious figures, Lucifer woke from the deep trance.

Lucifer felt nothing but aggressive agony crushing him down.

His eyes watered up, his bones crunched and his brain was a mess.

He couldn't move for moments and when he could, he couldn't think.

He didn't remember anything. His migraine didn't help much, it cracked around and around, his memories jumbling around.

And it all hit him in one forced moment, Lucifer screaming out, his head in his hands and his body sprawled on the ground.

His wail echoed around the walls of the house, and when the pain simmered down, his vision settled in and focused on the objects around him.

His dilemma didn't shift though. All Lucifer saw was the silent cry of Hope.

Her face was drying, her eyes had either lost the shine or it was the play of the lights which showered darkness all about.

Lucifer stumbled to his feet and nearly crawled to the other figure in her arms.

Streams of dried up pain and anger were clearly visible among the messy hair of hers.

But her eyes truly had lost the light. Hope had been crying out for Micheal to hear and respond but he didn't.

Because he lost his life about two hours ago.

Lucifer still has some hope, that he would wake up. He put his palms on her hand and yanks it out, much to her shock.

His eyes stung more but he ignored it. His body wrenched as a result of the energy spent but he didn't budge.

He placed his hand on Micheal's shirt. While it didn't sustain any damage, his life did and he had took the toll.

Hope had stayed up because she had Micheal in her arms and the thought of him waking up was what gave her the energy.

But the moment Lucifer uttered " I killed him, didn't I?", rage fueled her.

Her eyes flared as she looked at the boy who the man who loved her brought home.

" H-he made me k-kill." He choked, and started coughing.

" Lucifer." Hope worded.

He was hitting Micheal's immobilised body slowly as he muttered, " wake up. wake up Micheal...please..."

" Lucifer."

His head turned around, his hands shivering as his gaze showed an abundance of remorse and regret.

" What happened?" Hope, who had time to contemplate the reason for death of the Archangel let a small smile out, to reassure the child who wasn't sure what to do.

" H-he...made hands kill him. Even when I tried to resist. I-I couldn't do anything in the end, could I? Hope, tell me he's just acting."

" TELL ME."

" TELL ME!" His eyes shot wide. But it dawned on him how it all happened again.

" it's not gonna happen..." Lucifer looked at his hands.

He lifted them up and saw the blood. The final moments of his mentor.

" stop..." His voice shook.

Hope pieced together what he meant. What Michael did. And he let out the torment he had been suffering in one bawl for help.

" So that was what you meant." One thought cleared up as the tears stopped for her, understanding the anguish Micheal had to go through.

Hope knew what he had to do and what only she could do then.

She held Lucifer in her arms as he continued to cry out and Lucifer held his throat as he felt like the life was being drained out of him.

He couldn't breathe, but Hope didn't let him out of her embrace.

He ran out of tears, he ran out of energy, he ran out of air and passed out, clinging onto Hope like a child.

Hope only knew to hold him tight. To do what Michael had done to her, when she was his age.

She knew better than to let the kindness of her husband be broken.

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Another figure broke down, remembering a major lost part of her life.

She clawed at her sheets, when her mind finished solving the jigsaw of time which was sent to her.

The reasons, the cause, and the aftermath to be revealed.

" R-ray...h-he's not coming back?" Tears trickled down.

Lucy Madison sobbed, weeping her heart out as her mother smiled on the other side of the locked door.

" Thank you, boy."

Lucy never came to terms of her brother's death. And when she did, the trauma reset her to thinking he never existed, forcing pain onto her and the ones around her.

But this time, all she could do was cry. And that's all she did.

Until she collapsed on her bed, having exhausted herself, clinging onto her throat, as if she ran out of air and suffocated.

*****

Memories became history, the present became the past and hope was lost.

A year later, Lucy Madison graduated from University and was freelancing as an amateur photographer.

Miley Astorb went in search of the man who changed her life.

Hope respected the wishes of the late Micheal and moved on, accepting the man whom her ex-husband left to care for as a brother as well as her son in her family.

Lucifer didn't.

He looked forlorn at the destruction he left behind and yearned for a chance to set it right.

But he couldn't do the same as his mentor.

And one day, he ran into the father of his demonic counterpart.

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" Atone." The boy uttered the words of his own father figure.

" What a joke. Feall, don't believe him." The figure of death tapped his fingers on his coat as the scenery changed.

He took a seat at the eerie bar as he prompted that the Guardian Angel do the same.

" Good." He smiled, no malice or animosity between them.

" Micheal...was my brother." Lucifer tensed as the other man took up a glass and asked for it to be filled.

" Care for a drink?" Lucifer shook his head.

" Why does his voice seem familiar...?"

" What if I told you your origin? Your destiny? The path you will take?" And the next moment, a glass materialized out of the air.

" Martini or Champagne?"

" Where do I know that from?"

" A bourbon please." Lucifer gulped it down as his eyes searched for the answers he needed.

The man laughed. He didn't have much time left but if it meant he had a chat with the child who shared his name and his arsenal, he would gladly get drunk.

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