Third Person POV:

"Father?" He bowed, his knees scraping against the floor.

The Devil's eyes scanned him, as a veil of darkness surrounded him as it caressed his face.

But having a change of heart, it slapped him as he flew across the ravine of the unknown as he crashed on the walls, causing the ceiling to break apart and tumble down on his breaking body.

The emanating voice demanded why there was essence of an Angel on him.

"I don't know...." He struggled to get up.

The voice demanded again, the pressure of its power increasing every second.

"I'm done with you." It finally said as waves upon waves of monsters of people's lost wills, dreams and ideals rose from the ground, each with its own inetension.

"Punishment?" He snapped, as the voice chuckled.

"Every bit of arrogance HE was" It stated as he braced himself for the oncoming pain.

"Tear him apart." It commanded as the ground rumbled.

He stood indifferent to the pain as he looked at his creator.

" §•παΔ^ " He whispered as it all dissipated in one burst of energy, as his eyes turned blurry.

The menace in his eyes he shone to his so called creator sparked a challenge.

A challenge that would end in death.

"If you're willing to hear that I'm going to say, father...."

"You know how much I love games. Let's make a bet."

"Huh?" The confusion was innocent.

"You are going to ask for more time, right? Prove you're gonna protect this girl. Prove that you're gonna be as strong as I am. Protect what I couldn't."

The tone shift was drastic as it changed back to serious, as his dark side came to light.

"Protect the girl. 2 days. You succeed, you get a second shot."

He rose with confidence until his next words.

"You lose, she dies"

His eyesight started to darken as he fully let himself overlap by his Demon. The ground exploded knew an even more powerful aura shattering through it.

For once, he had control of his powers.

"Touch her, and you'll suffer. You said it yourself. I'm stronger than you." His voice resonated in a murderous tone. His hair flew up in all directions as it threatened to jump into his mouth.

"Yeah yeah. Succeed then, Mr.Imstrong" He snapped his fingers as he collapsed onto the ground.

"Why do you insist on doing this?" The Creator's manservant handed him a towel to dry his face.

"For once, let there be change." He coughed up blood as he looked at his creation.

"Let's see what the other Lucifer does when death arrives." He wiped away the scarlet as he looked up, across the ravine, across the ceiling and into the abyss above.

"Where there should be death, there always will be death. Quite the quote from MIB...." He then contemplated on how much time he had until the power of thoughts ended his existence.

"Let there be death where there must be death." He placed a curse to change the course of life.

Lucifer had a bad feeling about the way Micheal was acting. Lucy was also hiding something.

He had to use some sort of blackmailing to make her spill the beans.

He bowed before her and whispered,"There's something I gotta tell you..."

"Oh, that guy? We've known each other since you came into my sh*tty life."

And down he came, crashing down the window, with one mission in mind.