Lucifer's POV:

Now, it's time. Listen to your heart?

It's screaming to let him live.

But a part declines this wish. He said it himself. That he's losing himself. And to be frank, he is...

The actions I saw weren't of the mentor I had. Rather not him, it was more primitive.

A more animal like movement, fighting like a cornered savage.

I'm scared. Why should I be the one to do this? I wish...it wasn't me.

I wish, this ends soon. That he comes back.

Soon.

*****

I felt the similar feeling that I did before, when I had to fly without the assistance of Wing.

Gosh I miss him....

Where was I? I'm supposed to be serious but I guess Lucy's characteristics die old.

The blast had thrown me a good hundred feet or so, as I had to activate the gliders.

" Oh wait..."

I guess I really have parts of her soul in me...

I iterated the same spell again, curling my legs for impact and braced myself for the impact.

This time, I was more efficient in the art of blasting off.

My body flew more than what it did last time into the air as the tension of the thinness of the atmosphere around me started to settle in.

The same mad grin escaped my lips yet again, knowing the mad plan I had in mind.

" Saku" As did the magical words that brings forth my wings.

My hand twitched a bit while the pain of the new parts began to rise up bar by bar.

I winced at first, then full on flinched as I fell down a bit more as I had forgot to balance the equilibrium of the gliding I was supposed to do.

Dammit! I should have revived Lucy! She would have been hella proud!

*****

Third Person POV:

After falling with no grace and reappearing in the skies after a while, Lucifer had to fly around for about 37 minutes to finally scope out the monster that was terrorizing the ocean nearby.

Walls of water had split apart. Talk about Moses....

And while talking about him, this wasn't all bloody. Cause the marine creatures had dispersed into thoughts and fragments of someone's imagination.

His eyes locked onto the figure that had consumed the former archangel up.

It looked like a monster out of nightmares. A calamity of the horror of the mind.

A fracture in the world.

" Well, goddamn....Micheal. What did you do?" Lucifer held a hand to his mouth as he contemplated the possibility that it could escape the Phantom Plane and enter the realm of the living.

He dove down, his hands in the grip with his wings of the most streamlined position he could think of at the moment.

Lucifer's feet landed on the ground where all the water had been split around, almost as if preparing a ring.

Lucifer knew.

" Even in the face of death..."

" Fine." His hands went to the side of his body.

" Saku" The words that fulfilled the unfurling of his wings, didn't just do that. It also retracted them.

" Forge. "

The mist curled around his wrist again as a small shadow, like the silhouette of a dagger came into effect.

The wrist of the boy who gave a choice caught hold of it as he hovered it over the veins of his same wrist it was formed.

His expression turned to one of oncoming pain as he pressed it against the veins, taking a crevice into his skin as scarlet blood started to seep out.

Lucifer spoke the words of the damned as his new form.

" Curse : F̷̧̧̲͙̰͇̬̺̙͓̦̣̖̬͖̜͔̫̗͇̰̮̪̳͎̓́̌̒̓̂̈́͒̀̃͊̔̿̎̅̾͐̿͋̈́̔̀̂̒̈́͐́̆̄̓̔̌͘͘̚̚͘͝͝͝͝͝ơ̸̢̢̡̬͍̝̱̯̤̩̰̔̃̾̎͛̉̒̂̍̓̋̄̃̓̌͒̏̎̀̔̈́̀̎̎̀̚̚͝r̷̦̺̻̣̓̑͑̎͂̇̈͂̽̐̈̑́̈͑͋̆̉̈̅̀̉͐͗͗͆́̌̎̾̎́̐̃̍̚͝͠͠g̷̡̧̝̠͔̤̗͖̭͔̰̖̳̺̯̞̜̹̯̩̗͙͓̩͎̼͍͈̞͇͆̈́͐̈́͌̋̾̀̒̌̉̔̎̾̆̒̀́͋́͗́̀̂̃́̽̋͑̓̈̾͑̀͘͜͜͝͝͠͝ͅe̵̡̡̛̳̭͍͍̹̠̝͕̠͓̗̭̬̼̹̺̪͇͎̱̯̼̥̾̈́͗̆͋͊͐̊̍̈͂̒̐͊͐̔̎̅̽̀̽̚͜͝͝͝͝ͅͅ ̵̧̨̨̨̛͍̗̝͇͈̰̹͎͔̪̝̻͎̠͇̖͔͓͙̪̞̠͕̤͔̪̞͊̔̿̊̉͒̎̓͒̂͂̀̒̈̾̒̎̐̊͗̕͠͝ͅ "

The exact type of tendrils that were used by his opponent were formed before the abomination's very eyes as his blood was being slowly sucked out.

" The blood, of my blood." He quoted to himself while he was groaning to hide the pain inside.

He took a look at both the blade that was being created as well as the ruined image of his mentor.

A senior.

A friend.

Anger boiled within him, adding all the more reason to put an end to this right then.

" Let's do this."

" For vengeance, for making me look like a f*cking idiot talking to himself."

Lucifer closed his eyes right as the beast started closing in on him.

" Curse:Ơ̸̡̨̧̢̡̢̡̨̧̨̢̧̢̨̡̢̢̨̨̢̧̧̧̛̛͕̤̯̫͍͍̦̯͖͓̺͕̘͈̥̳͙͙̲̞̬͍̹̳̻̠̫͇͙͓͙͓̱̥̮͚̯͚̦̦̜̻͕͍̰̱̰̱͙̝̳̩͔̟̱͙̯̞̣̱̤̟̪̦͎̭̖̳̻̦̠̗̯̬̳̼̘̗̖͖̫̼̫̪̳̬͖̘͖͙͈̝͉̻͙̭̫̲̯͉̮͚̪͙̟̠͉̜͔̬̤͈͇͎̬͙̳̩̯͕̖͙̝̦͖͉̭̬̬̫͕͙̩̲̱̮̲̬̗̤͓̞̠̜̻̰͉̲̳̠͇̥̜͓̘͓͙̹̤̠̤͉̮̬̲̝̭̥͚̬̪̝͎͉͈̮̘͈͉̲̖͉̹̯̟̟̤̜̩͉̞͖͙͌̄͊̇̆͗̇̌́͒̀̑̔̃̈̀̐̑̅̇͋̄̋͐͂̃̑̈́̓͌̀̈́͑̒͂̆͐̎͗̅̑̔͒̓̍̓͑͋͌͛͐̀̊̊́̍̿͆̿̏́̒͑́̀͋̓͋̄͛̂͂̃̽̐͐͆̔̅̂͆̂͊̅͋̽̍̈́̃͂̅̅̍̐͛̽͌͗̈̒̑̊͛͒̾͋͛̔̔̍̃͋̀̏̿̓͛́͌̀̌͌̌̇͂́̈̽̆̍͋͛̀̈́̄̍̌̃̀͐͒̔̿̿̑̅̄͐̈́̏̓̔̃̌́̿̚̕͘̚̕̚̕͘̚̕͘̕̚̕̚͜͜͜͜͜͠͝͝͝͠͠͝͝͠͝ͅͅͅͅv̷̢̡̧̢̧̢̨̛͙͔̹͓͖̖̗͚̤͔̟̤͎̼̼͍̼̞̖͚̣͕̤̣͍̳͙̲̮̠̯̞̜̩̲̪̠͕̦̝͇̜̦̥͔̄̾́͑̂̈́͂͊̌̀͋̽̐͋̃̄͌͒͊͗̿̓̆̈̈̓̒̈́̐͒͂̉̄́̀̈́̽͗̈́̄͂͘͘̕͘̚͜͝͠͝͠ͅͅę̸̨̨̧̢̢̨̨̧̢̡̡̢̧̨̨̨̡̢̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̬̥̙̞̟̪̼͇̻̙͈̣̥̖̘̗̪̰̫͚͓̮̫̰͖̲̲̦̳̥͍̪͕̪͎͎̩̥͖̣̗͉͚͉̜̰̯̤͍͚̟͈͕̺̺̥̱̹̪̻̲̪͙̺̤̠͇͚̦̞̖͉̗̳̤̹̜͔̗͎̯͈̮̝̺͖̜̹̹̼͎͕̦̲̱̪̩̥̝̖͖̩͇͚̟̝̩͙̖͓̘̭̼̪̳̟̮͚͉̮̲̙̪̹̱̤̥̘̰̳͎͎͉̯̫̲͕͚̪̥̙̬̰͕̤̞̹̮̤̼͇̻̱̟̲͎̝̳̮̪̻̯̫̜̣̪͇̤̹̯̰͚͙͇͎̭̺̫̺͉̝̩̟̯̎͑̓́́̇͑͐̉̆̀͛̑́͛̿̑͊̓͂̈́̆̒́̇͑̀̿̋͒͛̊̈́̀̅̆̏͂͂̄̊̈́́͒̆̄̒͋͂̐̆͐̈̾̐̏̄̎͊̉̌̋̇̏̌̆͂̉͌̆͐̐̇͆͌̈́͑̆̈̆͒̒̈́̽̐͆̑̀̑̄̍̽̉̐̍̑̈̈́́̏͋̿̇͗͌̒̍̃̓̿̀̍̉̔͑̋̾͂͛̌̓͋̈́͐̄̍̓̐̓͒́̏͑̃̽̌̌͊͋͐̔͑́̂̒̎̏̏̏͋̂̑̃́͂͊̄̀̈́̀̇̍́͆̒̄̿͒͐͐̓̽̾̆͗̀̎̈́̓̒͊̿̿̈́͛͋͐͆̉͛̈́͂̇͊̓̿͑̾̈́͆̎̈́̋͑̆͒̈̿̇̽̄͌́̈́̾̊̈́̈́͋̍̎̅̋͋͒̄̐̔͂̔̆̅̈́̇͐̈́̏̆̅͌͋̈́̔̍̈́̽̄̔͘̕̚͘̚̚͘͘͘̚̚͘̕̕̚̚͘̕͘͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͠͠͝͝͝͠͝͝͠͠͠͠ͅͅͅͅͅͅͅr̵̢̢̨̨̨̡̢̢̡̧̧̨̡̧̢̢̢̧̡̨̧̡̧̨̡̢̡̨̧̡̨̛̛̛̥̯͉̫͖̦̠͓̞̥̳̲̥̯̠̙̣͈̫̲̦̻͇̱̺̹̤̥͙̣͍͍̬̮̙͙̝̪͎̖̖͈͔͉̼̤̖̱̭̲̞̯̙̳̗͙̻̳̼̮̤̼̳̺̺̰̱̝̭̪̦̰̻̺̗̻͉͎̪͇̘͇̘̬͚̬̥̺͉̫̝̬̱͔̯̦̥͚̳̪̖͎͚̠̻̜͈̣͉͖̺͙̯̠͔̩͚̘͔̹̭̪̖͚͚͎̦͈̙͇̲̦̤͙̼̭͉͍̹̞̥̗͙̹͍̬̼͈͕̳̮̣̥̥̥̖͈̰͓̦̩̬̫̘̝̰̫̯͍̼̫͔̜̻̺̮̲̼̞̯͎͈̜̩̝̭̻̫̱̞͇̺̺̯̝̫̭̳͓͍̥͙̖̯̹̹̰̘̖͎̬͙̱͕̪͙̥̤̭͖̰̻̰̗͈̳̠̜͓̼͓͎̤͈͉̪̥͔̰͍̭̥̩̟͕͔̙̖̪̫̩̝͊̈́̐̋͐̑̈́̑̅̐̀̾̓̅͑͂̔̈́̄͑̉̃̐͆͒̾̂́͆͂̏͑̍̽̆͒̓̑̋͆̀͛͐̓̏̓͒̄̈́͋̓̂̿̍̆̊̀̆͑͒̽͒̃͒̑̾̉͑̆̌̈́́͊͂̈́̾̆̾̏̀͌̎́̓̈̈̓̽̾̌̇́̓̔̾̌̽̆͊̏͒͌̇͂̓̓̽͆̿̒̐͗̑̀͐̀̃̐͋̽͊̍́̆͋́̓̀͊͆̾̒̾͗̀̀̉͌̈́̍̔́͂̀̽́͊̍͑͂̀̈͌̊̄́̽̿͒͐̽͛̽͛̋̒́̾̾́̈̒̿͐̏̓͂̓̾͊͂̚͘͘̚͘̚̚̚͘̕͘̚͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͝͠͠͠͝͝͝͠ͅͅͅͅͅͅs̵̨̡̡̧̡̡̨̢̧̡̨̨̨̨̡̢̢̧̡̧̨̛̛̥̮̝̼̯̭͎̭̬͇̤̣̻̲͔̪̮͉͚̞̜̺͚͈̬͕͔̹͍̠͕͕̭͉͙͎̜̫̺̹͖̗͙̹͖̭͙̝͕̼̲̯͕̲̟̰̥̖̺̟̬̝̩̪̺̳̫̱̲̘̠͎̹̝͖̩̹͕̭̹͈̜̟͉̘̠͓̯͖͇̥̫͉̰̺͓̟͖͉͓̬͚̲̬̣̮̝̤̱̰͎̺̜̬̘̟͔͓̭̬̖̳̺̫͈̳̩̭̜͔͔̰͓̼̥̦̩̟̱̠̦̗̼͇̣̯̰̗̰̮̟̙̥̥̜̹͚̱̮̙̬̜̯̣̙̝͇͈̙̲͉͇̤͈̙͓̯̫̯̲͎̻͚̙̤̜͎̟͇̘̪͌̿͌́͊̆̎̅͂̌̀̄͂͂̊̈̐̽̈́̈́̈́́̾̿̌̍͆͑̑̚͘̚͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅï̵̧̡̧̢̨̢̢̛͔͇̺̮͔̗̻̺͓͚̙̤̤͕̖͎̻̹͚͈̠̣̳̱͙̺̘͎̪̱̠͔̫̼̣̭̜̯͔̥̪̥̪̯̟̬̤̯̱̦̺̭̺̇͛̈̽͗̔̌̅̒͋͊̽́͒͗̔̈̒̇̏̎̎̄̓̇̔͊̿̇̉̒͌̿̆̀̋̊͆͑̏̎̆̒͗̀̈̅̈́́̂̎̑̃͛̚͘̕̕͝͝͠͝ͅͅͅͅg̸̡̨̧̨̢̨̧̢̨̡̧̛̛̛̛̦͍̦͈͚͈͕͉͚͓̹̮̗̪̗̦̦̹͔͓͔͓̮͕̘̹̩̹̼̪̤͕͓̮̻̜̘͔͚̘̲̪̩͖̮̫̥̣̫̜̱̱͖̘̦̞͉͇̟̮͕͚̪̰͓̬̬͖̣͖̮̥̳̞͕̗̼̲̩̪̼̮͍̬̞͂̀͌͒̓̃͋̋̈́͆͊͋̂̉̈́̓̑̆̑͑́̀͐͋̈́̎̈́̾̑͑̃̈́̽͊͊͐͆̇́͑̏͒͑͂͑̽̐̃̀́̓̐̃̓̿̊̂̃͆̽̍̉͑̓͆͛̈́̓̈̈̕̕̚̚̕̕̕͘͜͜͜͝͝͝͠ͅh̵̨̢̡̧̡̡̧̢̡̡̨̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛͍̻̰̳͈̦̻̻̪̦̫͍̦̦̠̣̝̺̺͓̙͙̗̰̪̭̮̰̭̫̝̫̩̱̩̺̦̫̖̹͍͚̱̥̗̝͇̹̟͕͎̘̙̯͇̩͚̫̺̭̤͇̻͎͓͍͇̦̝͍̜̲̥͉̰͕͕̪̗̫̹͉̺̱̬̩̥̱̺̦͎̘̟̖̙͇̱͕̻͕̜͉͕̯̳̼̫͔̭̦̳͔͙͖̜̬͉̺̣̟̩̯̰̝͚̘̝̹̙͓̝̠̫̥͕̭̼͈̻̳̖̼̙͇̃͗̀͗͌̈́́͒͂̍̇͛͂̆́͌͋͊̃͒̅́̈̀̉͌̒̏͑̌̾̓̎́̍̈̿́̏̄͑̀͌̓̄̒̀͋͗̃̍̂͒̎̄̉̉͊̔̃̒̀͂͒͋̆̓̈̑̈͗̓̓̋͒̈́͐̾́̒̌̏̓̌̀̆̂̂́͐̔̽͌͊̎͐̅̎̏̔̊̍̈̉͂̅͒̈́͑͌̅̎̈́̎̀͆͒͋̌́̂̎̇̈́̌͊̈̓͌̅̏͂̽̉͆́̓͂̾̄͌͑̎̽̓́̈́̑̎͊̇̆͒̔̋͘̚̕͘̕̚͘͘̚͘͘͘͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͝ͅͅţ̸̧̛̛̛̛̛̛̼̪̼̖̖̮̳͎̤̘̳̜̦̲̮̻̰̪̞͍̦̰̦͉̤͍̗͓̭̻̮̗̝̝̤̬̯̜̘̍͛̎̈̄́̑́̌́̃̅̈́͋̔̐͆̽͐̃̿͌͊͆̋͊̂̏́̄͂͌̆̇̄̽̒͌̈́̑̿̾͂͋́̾͐̉̉̓́̃̋̉̓̓͆̏̅͗̂̌̀̈́̎̍̔͑̆͋̒̀̀͆̎͐͗̀͋̈̍̋͑͑̄͌͗̃͛̆̇̂̅͌̔̉̅̑͗̎̇́̏́̒̏̆̿̽͑͂͗̐̈͌̒̆̆̀̄͐̅̎̒̓̋̋̎́͒̑̓̽̾̓̀̈́̀̓͐̉̽͊̓͆̆̍̅̊͗̈́̾̌̄̏̾̈́̇̏͗͐̂͒̂̍̆͑̇̍̃̉̐̿̑̂̆̍̾̊̓͗̈̒̀͌͐́̆̈́̈́́̉̍̓͆͛̂̅͌̚͘̚̕̚̚͘̚͘͝͠͝͠͠͝͝͝͝͝ ̸̨̢̨̛̛̦̗̺̟̱̝̼̙̩͙̙͙̯̯̪̗͕͔̲̹͚̜̬̺̥̼̏̂̋͑̆̐́͗͒̀͆͋͊͆͂̏͛͗̔̑̊̽̇́̿̈̇̿͗̋̍̀̄̅̍̓̑̒͂͋̔͛̎̀͗̀̾͗̑̌͆͛̽̒̀̈́̽̓͛̔̑͂͋́͒̈́̇̾͊̓̍͛̌̐̌͐͐̍̈̌̍̍͋͒̉̽̂̃̈́̆́̓̈̀͌͌̾̋͌̌́̃̎͒̂̋̐̒̇̍̌̈́͋͆͌̾̓̅̎̒̍͋̌͛̈̎̍̂̔͌̑̏̎͋̉͆̽̿̇̅̓̑̿̽̓͐̏́̿̂̑̾̎̈́̐̈̈́̇͛̄͗͐̾̽̀̽̉́̽̄͛́̎̄͋̿̿̈́̄̿́́̋̔̃̌̓͑̓̀̐̐̄̉̎̀̋͗̆̅͌̓̇͊́͂̈́̈́͗̌̏͒͋͒͑̾̂͑̈̂͒̈́̏͗͑̌̐̓̿͛̓̅̈̏̇̿̃̽̏̆̋͆̒̍̃̆̔̅̅̃̔̕͘̚̕͘̚͘̚̕͘͘̕̚̚̚͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͠͠͝͝͠͠͠͝͝͠ "

( Curse : Oversight )

An unknowing smile, finally knowing a way to sit back on the massacre it would bring upon the watery grave of he devil that had supposedly taken over Micheal.

His eyes turned in and out of vision, glimpses of the fight that was taking place.

A mad dash, the use of a spell of corruption.

The blade taking first contact over it's spikes.

His Wing activating out of nowhere, pulsing with energy. But it seemed like it had upgraded.

Tearing off a half of Micheal's body. Taking damage himself.

The pain taking off it's dose of being subdued and entering his translucent memory.

Micheal's face in pain as it started to crumble into dust....

*****

His eyes came back to full vision to see his opponent under his feet.

His astral eyes flinched, finally coming to grips with the sight of what he saw.

Micheal's body in pieces all over the place, blood oozing out various parts of his severed physique, shards of the spears of darkness littered against the waterbed which was frozen in the Phantom Plane.

His own left arm, reduced to nothing but a stub of its previous glory, excruciating pain from each and every ounce of blood flowing through his battered body.

But all his ears heard in this silenced realm were of his own heart pounding and the other's coarse breathing, accompanied by occasional chokes and the usual coughs.

" Y-yo-u d-did it" Micheal's voice brought Lucifer back from spacing out with his agony filled chokes, sputtering out blood on the surface of the bay of the ocean edge.

" Please. Don't. Make. Me. Do. This." Lucifer knelt down on his knees, putting a hand on his left shoulder, trying to sound a bit more confident than he was, pressing upon every word.

He tried to keep the dam from cracks. He was unsuccessful.

Tears started to form, melting down the roads of his eyes.

From the pain. From the mind. From the situation he was forced to be in.

And it stopped when moment ceased to stop.

Rumbling noises travelled to his ears, his eyes witnessing the waking of the Angel.

His chest heaved, showing just how much further he was from being beat.

" Curse : D̶̢̧̪̻̦͎̳̖͙̞͉͙͙̲̤̳͈͓̱̟̜̭̖͙̩̩̖̬̘͙̼̥͖̠̺̈́́͐̍͘͜͠i̶̡̨̢̧̯̪̪̭̤̩̙̳̹̭̟̠̺͔͚͓̲͗̀͒͗̿͐̓̀̑̓͋̿̅́͂̂͗̀́̈́͊̂̐͒̑͑̒̚̚̕̚͜͜͠͠͠ͅș̸̥̫̑̈́̌̓͂̅̓͒̇̋̿̈́̉̓̂͆̄̇͑͆͊̈́̋͒̂͗̆̎̈́̋͋̈́͊̎̃̀̏͝͠͝͝͝c̵̡̨̨̡̛̥̱̩̠̞̘̼̭͔͉͓̫̭̗̯̺̣͙̠̭̤̝͚̥̙̗͍̲̺̥̞̲̦̬̘̻͓͍͕̥̋̄͆̆̓̀̒́͌̔͗̾͑̎͐̈́̈́̈́́̀͐̈̒̉̉̒͋͑͋̕̕͘̚͜͝͝͠i̴̡̨̜̩̟̬̱̱̖͉̤̰̯̿́͋̍̏̇͗͐͊̈́͊̒͆͐̈́̀͗̊̌̃̈́̅̃̃̀̾̒̓͘͜͜͜͝͝ͅp̵̡̡̰̪̜̟͉̬͎̣̖̭̭͓͖͖̞̫̖̝͉̦̤̜͓͒̓̽̓̄̑̍̐͂̋̃̓͆͝͝͠ͅͅl̷̡̛̛̤̙͖̱̯̳̖̟̻̲͖̟͈͚̃̀͑̔̓̈́̇͑͆͒͆̉͛́̀̓̊̀̄̀̊̈́͛̓̈́̔̈́̆͆̓̚͝͝͠͝͠i̴̧̧͎̲̖͍̠̺͈͚̩̓͊̎̑́͐̈́̌̒́͑̃̔̐̅̂̓̉̃̒̈́̑̃̊̏̍́͒̋̇̔̐̈́̇͑̕̕͘̕͘͜͝͝͝n̷̘͖̥̻͖͎͋̂̋̊̉̋̔͛̂̃̿̂͐̌͂̈́̉͆̆̿̃̆̍̓̏͘̚̕̕͠ȩ̵͍̘͎̻͍͇̳̫̮̲̮͎̦̱͉̫̱͖̬̜̩͓̬̺̗͓͔̻̼̭̺̬͆̒̄̅́̀̓̈̇̊͆̈́̈́͊͒̓́̊̉͋͛̈́̃͐̐̓̚̚͜͜͠͝͝͝͠ ̸̢̡̨̛͔͉̮̣̙̞̝͕̘͎̥͉̞̫̼͇͖̜̫̞̰̰͙̫̗̟͇̜̞̝̠͎̲͕̻͔͊͛̑̅̍̉̿̊͌̽̋̈̋͛̒̍̀̀̌͋̃͗̒̃͒͌̃̚̚͘̕͝͝ͅͅͅ "

( Curse : Discipline )

Lucifer uttered, energy draining slowly from his arsenal.

The ground which started to erupt, calmed down, as a couple tendrils made its way up, weak as it could be.

" Stop." Lucifer grabbed one as he crushed it under his palms, and stomped to death the other one.

" Stop it." More rumbling. More tendrils.

" Stop. It. Micheal." He did this a few more times as he got irritated with the creatures as he cut open his left arm, summoning a bigger greatsword.

" Curse : R̸̛̛̛̯̠̟͙̬͍̣̈́̎̓̇̇̍̅̓̑̏̉̆̓͛̇̅́̉̈́͂͋̑̍̿̑̋̉͐̌͌̔̀̽̂̐̀͆͊̊̎̇͋̍̓͊̑͐͊̅̈́̑͌̿̽͗̓̽͂͛̄̄́̈́́̚͘̕͘͝͝͝͠e̷̢̛̯͙̘̳̮̤͌̈́̄̔̔̀̇͗͗̉̊̀̅͂̆̇̎̂̋̐̔͋̓̒̏̋̊̋͑̀͌̓̓̓̾̈́́̍̐̉̋͆̔̊͒̊̈̒̈́̓̆̓̀̇̓͗̌̅͛͘̕͘͝͠͠͠͝s̷̡̨̢̨̡̡̡̨̛̯͉̞̭̬̗̹͕͈̹͚̲̩͖̩̖̖͙̼̪͉̜̝͕͉̳̺̺͕͖̱͎͔͚̩̻͇͓͉̭̦͍̟̦̜̗̣͎͈̦͔̲̮̪͍̻̦̦͍̥̤̣͎̮̫̬̣̭̭͓̫͙̗̭̫̙͎̤͚͕͔͎̲̼̩͓͊̏̂̾̋̀̆̔́̑̈́̐̆̈́́̅̄͐̐̋̋̒͛̉̌̋͆͐̉̊̓̀̄̍̏̑̂̿͂̀̍̒̍̓̓̋́͘̕̚̕͜͜͜͜͠͠͝ţ̵̧̨̨̢̛̼͍̖̞̠̩̭͙̞͉̪̱͔̠̤̜̙̫̪͎̩̤̗̮̙̺̺̭̮̳̻̤̳̱̱̳͇͔̣̟͓̥̳̗̘͙̪̳͚̜͓̼̗̞̬̱̰͉͖̮͈̩̯̲͖̞͙̠̫̻͓̥͍̲̲̞̭̦͓̤̮̼̮̩̝̼̲̻̹̟̲̾̄̈́̃̔̀́̔͑̾͌͊́͋̊̆̑͛̃͑̋̌̋́̃̍̾̍̽̒̏̆̓͐̾̃̒͛̇̊͒̃͋̍̉̅̓̀̍͒̿͘͘̕͘̚̕͜͜͠͝͠͝ͅͅͅr̷̢̧̧̧̨̡̡̧̛̜̠̮̥̹̝̤̮̹̮̺̣͚̦̤̹̗͉̺̹̺̜̪͔̳͖̜͈̲̳̜͍̯͓̦̜͎͍̭̞͈̻̩̥̻͙͙̬̦̖̭̙̻͕͓̰̩̼̭͉̠̗̝̬̭̘̫̠̠̦͚͈͙̜̐̽͛̿̆̄͂͆́̂̀̀́͋̂̽̆͊̑̏̏̅̈́́̉̆̉͊͆́͂̃̂̐̍̍͗̈̓̓̈́́̌̈̽͌̐̏͋̀́͗̍̆̐̀̎̎̂̓̒͒̎̀͂̀̐̈́̏̑̿͂̇̀̈́͆̓̿͗̃̌̈́͐̈́̇̿͆̀̈̽́̒͆͊̓̓͑̀͘͘͘̚̕̕̚̚̕͜͜͠͠͝͝͠ͅą̶̨̡̢̡͉̣̤͈͎̲̟̘̖͍͕̖̟̳͖͓̻̭̝͖̙̪̟̪̼̻̬̩̖̯̻͍̦̠̩̼̘̫̳̪͉̣̦͚͎̹̹͗͜͜͜i̷̢̢̧̡̢̢̧̡̞̻̤̪͎̫̘̹̰͎͍̺̟͓͚͖̝̘͓̮̳̰̗̫̹̣͚̻͖̺̘̯̬͓͕͎͔͙̹͕̳̲̰͑̔̆̈́͋͐̆̋̿̔̍͗͂̈͛̓̇͂́͆͋͑͑̆͗́̏́́̀̈́͌́̚͘͜͜͝͠ͅͅņ̸̡̨̛̛̹͔̘͇̩̺͙̘̫͚̋̑̾̌̅̇̂̅̏̀̓̾̈́̋̀̇͆́̆̓̏͑͐͊͛̈́̎̽̑̑̕̚̕̚͜͝ẗ̵̡̢̢̢̧̧̧̧̛̛͙̤̱̻̤̫͈͖̜̮̼͙̼̗̜͎̠̰̦̲͕̱͍̥͕̲̯̫̞͓̼̥͍̳̜̫͚̟͔͖̘̤͚͈̥̪͔͚̦̱̠̜͔̱̭͓̼̦̱̱́̐̃̈́͐́͛͊͂̾́͆̎͛͒́̉͒́̔͛͌̓͗̓̋̀͊̎̐̽͋̉̾̉͋̅̇͂̄͑̅͐̉̈́͑̿̀̈̾̇̉͋̋͛͋̓̃͗͊̉̊̉͗̋̽͐̌̌͑̔̇̿̉̒́͐̇̉̽͛̽̈́̈́̂̆͑̉̐̌̐͘͘̚͜͝͝͝ͅͅ ̷̨̧̡̡̡̛̟̠͇̠̹̬̙̦͖̦̥̝̦̲͖̹̮̦̤͆̑̀͒͂̔͛͋͊͋̒̆̀̾̈́͛̑̉̎̀̉͑͑̕̕̚̚͜͝͝ͅ "

( Curse : Restraint )

The blood dripped down the broken piece of his shoulder, as the new weapon of destruction was made to bathe in the blood of it's creator.

" I know you're in there! Micheal?! Don't make me i-incinerate you or somet-thing!" He yelled out of desperation to cure the infected.

" I know you're in there somewhere!" Lucifer raised the sword in one last attempt to yank the evil out.

" H-Hope" A voice finally emerged.

Lucifer froze.

He lowered his sword, laying down his guard.

" Hope." The sword was lowered by it's summoner for a moment as Micheal smiled.

" T-take c-car-" Blood was coughed out.

" of h-her" His eyes pleaded, just saying how much he loved her with mere looks of his lookers.

The broken body of the Archangel who was in his prime, creaked as it reached out to him, his mouth spreading ever so wide, in happiness that his friend had culled the darkness.

Beat into submission...

" Lu-Lucifer."

" I'm here." Tears had started to fall even before he finished the sentence.

The teenager took the hands of the man who made him who he was until the time had come.

Micheal had planned all of this centuries ago. Yet, he never got the bypass the system of the thought.

But it wasn't enough time to know when and which Angel would be reincarnated.

And then came Lucifer.

The real Lucifer, with his track record of planning surprises.

He made the new Angel. From his own blood.

But Micheal did all of it before him.

Mishaps happened. Fights. Drunkards brawling.

But it ended in this calamity.

Lucifer.

The one who fell.

" F-Feall. Lucifer Feall. Y-your na-ame." Lucifer felt the warmth as well as the coldness of his palms, filled with both their blood.

" You do know you're not my father right?"

A forced laughter, under cracking ribs.

" And that blood of others may bring about death. You've been alive for so, so long. So s-stick around."

Desperation.

Micheal loosened his grip as Lucifer suddenly had a spark of pain in his left shoulder.

His hands moved towards Lucifer's chest as he gently placed a middle finger on his skin as his index got cut off during the battle.

Micheal was never rude. He would be if he knew different but he knew exactly what to say.

And when to say it.

" Take care of her."

" don't. stop that." He winced as he tried to heal his left side.

" you're going to li-" He tried to look at him while his mind was playing with his vision.

" No." His voice sounded a bit more confident.

Lucifer shot his eyes back to where the tendrils sprouted from before in panic, swinging his blade as fast as he could in the vicinity. 

He let go of his father figure as Lucifer's body did an arc, his blood soaked blade tearing through the air to cut the reins off.

But life had other plans.

The coils of darkness, took the blade to it and covered his weapon, enveloping his hand, immobilising the student.

The growling noises iterated again, and welled up Lucifer's throat.

" Micheal. Leave me." His eyes resonated anger as his mentor rose up, a bit then falling down again from the limbs not regenerating enough.

He had made sure he couldn't use spells when he went off control.

Micheal placed him on lock down, right when he pressed his fingers on Lucifer's chest .

" And you're gonna make sure of it."

" NO!" The Angel reached out his fingers as he placed them on his forehead as his eyes darkened, after holding it in place as he tried to break free of its control.

" MICHEAL! DON'T!" His head started to shake frantically to get a hold of the freedom it had a moment ago.

" κ̸̛͎̱̞̺̥̰̗̦̩͕͇̥̙̞̣̟̏͒́̽̌̈́̆́̀̃̆̔͊̿̍͗̽̍͑̋͊̈́̉̿͂̔̚̚͜͜͠͝ͅο̵̧̧̢̡̨̢̡̡̢̡͉̙̱͕̱̟̘͙̯͈̻̥͎̦̫͙͇̠͙͉͔͔̺͎̩̟̺͎͕̻̺͖̜̞̝̥̘͈͈̣͖̫̫̬̗̩̲̲̪͍̱̰͇̺̘̫̟͔̠͖̝͔͙͉̗̜̬͈̘̖͉̼͙̯͔̲̙͓̬̝̝̪̞̞͍͉͖̜̼͙͖͔̮̟̳̗͍͍̝͔͉̞͙̜̱͇̤̯̰̘̠̫̤̘̯̠̗͓͉̘̘̤͓̤̘͉̝͉̙̙̼͙̝̺̘͇̥̭̋͊̅͆̑̈̀̃̏̇́̉͆̑̀̔̊̎̓̃͊͆̏̆͊͊͗̇͋͋̒̄̾̔̽̑͐̃̊͆̈́̄̾̊́̓̐͒͆͒̇̈̍͊͘̚̕͜͜͜͝͠͠ͅͅͅͅι̷̨̧̢̧̢̧̡̧̨̡̡̡̢̡̨̢̢̢̡̨̨̨̧̡̨̨̘̭͚̮͎͖̮̰̮̬̲͕͇̹̺̠̳̪̬͍͉̻͈̯̝̲͓͖͇̪̪̳̳̩͙̭͔͎͈͓̩̟̭̞̗̭̮̹̫̜͕͚̖̭̙̠̳̜̩̙̹͚͓͔̹̪͙͔͖͙̻͖͙̘̜̪͔̬̯̳͓̠̗̜͙̻̤̞̞͖̼̼̬̬͚̳̟͓͍̹̖̯̳͔͉̫̯̥̘̥͙͔̱̟̺̖̺͔̠̠͉̪̻͙͙̻̼͙̭͚̝̣̟͇̩̦͎͇͓̙͚͖̬̭͕͙̰̫͓̻̭͖͓̯̰̬̦̹̥̟̝͎͔͚̱̭̦̼̪̲̥͎̳͔̣̦̰͈̞̹̫̬̺͉̫͓̰͈͉̙͚̞͖̗̥̞̦̗͕̺̠̳̝̭̳͍͍̻̱̳̞̙̼͙͙̻̰̼̺̱̤̤̲̣̲̪̝̟͕̻͈̗̠̝͉̳͔̺͓̲̠̺͇̱̳̲͉̘̠͓̗̼̦̟̬̎͐̐̎̾͑͋̄͐͗͒̚̚͜͜͝͠͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅλ̴̨̨̡̢̡̨̢̧̢̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̮͕̳͖̭̭̞̫͓͚̺͕͎̩̮͎͙̰̝̬̟͉̼̻͚͈̘̬̬̜̝̞̩͙̳͕̭͉̜̖̥̼̝̪̗͖̪̮̗̼͕͉͈̬̝̬͓̞͖̹̤̲͑͛̓͑́̀̀̒̈́͐̐̽̎̉̍͆̄͛̉̂͐͑̉̑̐̓̿̓̊́̈́̄͛̌͛̂͒̂͆͋̇̒̏̀͊̃̇͆͐̇̄̉͌͐̈́́̎͊̉͊̑̓̒̒̔̌̓̓̀̂̅̒̂̉̈͒̄̓͌͒͐͐͂͗̈́͒̾͌͗͛̂̋͂̈̏̏̀̽̈́̿̊͊͑͑̄̍͋͊͌̎̑̐͗͊̽̽̈́̌́͑̊͑͒̎̂̃̊̔̿̋̈́̈́͊̉͗͐̽̾̿̂̉̒̒́͗̀̏̋͋̋̍̐̅̈͗̈̌͛̃̍̊̏̆͋̉̀͊̒̇͑̚̕̚͘̚͘͘̕͜͜͜͠͝͠͝͝͠͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͠͠ͅͅι̵̢̡̨̢̡̢̡̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̖̘̜̟̫̠̠̝̬̘̤̫̠̖̮͓̙̼̥͉̟̭̲̗͙͖̻̰͉̦͎̰̦̜̜͖͎̲̣̗͎̞̟͚̤̘͓̮̝̘̯͚͖͓̭̳͔̃́̋̄̽̎͆̄̏͛̆̂̑͐̎̂̇͂̃̎͂͗̀͌̎̈́͑̆̎͐̋͆͒̒́̑́̅̔̀͒́͗͆͛͌̏̈́̿̾̍̂̊̋̉̆̀̿͋́̆̃̀̐͌̓̾̇̿́͗̈̑͊̒̈́̈̑͛̓̊͗͌͌͑̈́͆̽̀͌́͛̐̍̎̉̑͌̔̔͆̍́̄̇̂̒̈͂͗̆͌̎̅̾̊͐̐̀̃͛̎̄͐̾̊͑́̇͛͑̌̀̋̑̀́̎̑͑̇̽̑̾͑͂̾͑̔́͒͌͗͑̓̾̽̏͐̀̀̓̀̑͐̀͐̋̀͑̈́͋̈͗̏̽̓̀͌͒̉̔̿̓̆̒̎͘͘̕͘͘͘̚͘͘̕͘͜͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͠͝͝͠͝α̵̨̛̛̛̛̛͎̲͚̪͉̉̍̿͊̿̍̾̍͗͆͋̍̏̆̀̎̇̊̓̎̉̿̆̌̾͗̓̒́̋̍̀͛̂̍̀͋̊̓̔͗̏̎͊͂̄́̽̉̇̏̃͐͑̄̊̊̈́̔̃̿͛͗̽̐͋͋̓͛̀̈̾̆̉͌̍͛͌̓̃͆̾̄́̾̒̉̾̐̽̽͗̆̏̈́͊͋̐̽̑̉͗́͗͊͗̌̿̄̀͑̊̋́̀̄̓̓̈̀͐̆͛̉̋̈́͆͒͑̓̃̀͌͗̄̄̈́̏͂͐̅̿͗́́̋̊̍̐̐͐̍͌̑̀̌̎̀̏̌̔̿̏̏̂͆͋̾̓͐͋̈̋͊͐̓͛͐͛̿̑̃̽̈͋̀̋̑̎̔͒̀̽̏̈́̄̎͆͐̔̇͛̉͐͗̌͒̾͂̇̂̈́̚̚̚̕̚͘͘͘͘̕̚̕̕͘̕͘̕̕̚͜͜͠͝͠͠͝͝͝͝͝͠͠͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͠κ̸̨̢̢̧̢̨̢̨̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛͍͎͔͚̠̻̰͈͉̖̥͔͈͓͇̱͍̰̖̲̳̳̪̺͍̜͚̮̪̱̦͇̘̟̦̪͎̖̟͖̻͚̹̯̠͍̦̜̞̫̦̣͉͎͖͚͉̝͈̳͉̼̦̘̺͙̙̮̘͇͉̤̳̯̘͈̪̜͔̲̬̙̪̖̙͙̙̘̹̲̬͚̬̠͍͇̘͎̝̹̘̤̟̱͓͍̰͚̠̲͇̤̟̙͔̘̟̼͗̓͋̓͗̓̾͗̆̒̌̊̒́̃̉̐̇̀̏̃̿̆̃̎͗͗̎̅̀͋̉͒́̅̄̍̿̍̀͒̄̌͆͊̌̃̑̄͂̊͗̔̈̿̆͊͑̀̈́̂͂̓̂̌̇̓̊͊̊̂͂̿̾̎̓̒̊̅̂̃̄͗̊̈́́̌̃̆͊̽̿̆̌̎͊͋̃̓̅͆͆͊̀͒̋̈́̋̓̏͋́̓̈̐͊̔̋̊̅̽̈́̆̆͌̈́̍̃̄̂̆̇̆̈̀̊̈̓̂̋̐̌̊͆̂̿̊̏̈́͆͛̌̇͗̀̀͌͌̇͗̉̐͆̈́̔͂̈́̄͛̄͗̑͗͋̒̋̌̂̄̈́̍̈́͐͊̀̊͊̇̒̿͂̾͐̑̈́̑͌̊͌̂͐́̒͂́͛͗͊̀̽͌̍͆̈́̿͗̃͗͆̈́̃̒̇̅̃͌̅̿͒͌̿̉̏͛͑̈́͑̆̀̓͋͒̀̓̄̓͋̀̑̕͘̕̕̚̕̕̚̚̕̚̚̚͜͜͜͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͠͝͝͠͝͠͝͠͠͠͠͝ͅό̴̨̢̡̢̨̢̛̛̠̤͓̜̦̖̱̞̱̘̘̜̖̤̟͚̩̠͓̬̟̳͇͕͕̮͔̺̼̭̥̻̖̤̲̳̻̜͉͚͓̟͙͍͇̖̩̜̤̹̞̣̰̟̠̥̺̠͇̪͍̤̩͇̦͈̲͉̪̤͕̣̭͖̟̯̖̘͓̙͕̼̰͖̯̜͙͈͚͍̩͙͎̜͖̜͇̲͈̫̥̤̮͉̥̬̱͖̠̥̩͇̼̖͇͍͍̝̰̦̓̈́̿̾́͆̂͆̈́̏͆̂̃̅̈́̋̄̌̀͊̅̇͗̀͒͛͆̔̅̀̈́͋͋̀̅̈̓̇͐̏̃̏͌͌̾̅̑͗͌̉͂̇̈́̃̏̽̐̓̋͛̆̆̔̇̓͆̇͋̃̋̈̍̈́͂̑̕͘̕͘͘̕͜͜͝͝͠͠ͅͅͅͅ "

( Translating to Ventriloquist in Greek )

Something uttered in a cold noise.

Lucifer felt all control of his body leave him at once, his eyes the only thing that was in function, feeling everything below his neck fall numb.

" Don't...." His voice quivered, the voice of Lucy's Guardian Angel, while his body walked towards the archangel, while his body tightened it's grip around the sword.

" please don't make me do this. Micheal...." His eyes teared up, while he held the blade against the Demon host's chest.

Those eyes of hatred and pain and happiness and suffering made a final concoction of confusion, uttering one more message.

Time slowed down, energy surging through his muscles when Lucifer didn't know just how much Micheal had planned.

" You're stronger than this, Feall." Micheal closed his eyes as he said that to himself.

" Atone." The tendrils slowly coiled around his arm and started to drive the blade that's way more than lethal into his life source as it sliced a way through.

" Let me atone, boy..."

Right through his chest.

" please...!" Tears fell down from his soulless eyes as he bit his teeth in frustration of being powerless, still unable to move.

" Micheal! Stop this! Hope needs you!" Lucifer yelled at him, pulling on all and any strings he could find.

" What about Lucy!? A-and what about the monster that came to kill you and Hope?! I'M NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO FIGHT IT!"

Even more so...

" thank you..." Micheal, the Angel gave him a warm smile as he winced to close his palms but chuckled a bit in pain.

He didn't even need to close the Plane. It wasn't his.

Micheal dropped his last breath with one last, " p-protec-" incomplete with a stutter as the tendrils collapsed and broke down into thoughts at the brink of the moment.

The archangel fell back, after his eyes rolled back to its sockets into the mess of the world they both had created.

*****

Lucifer didn't feel like this was over yet. In one last attempt to save him, he snapped his fingers, closing the Phantom Plane.

But nothing changed.

Because there was neither a clear enemy to open one to. Nor a reason that would be fulfilled.

But when the sphere of the new world collapsed, he saw himself back in the forest, a few feet from the air.

Micheal's lifeless figure tripped and fell over onto the ground, resulting in a dim thud.

He looked down in hopes of seeing him alive when he heard the sound.

" Hey!" He fell on his knees, them feeling the brunt impact of the dirt. He picked up his body, tears flowing out again like that last drop from the faucet, barely holding in his throat cracking down to ruin.

Rainclouds clapped overhead, as if hearing the silent cries of the being who couldn't muster enough strength to yell for help and provide ample accommodation.

And he intended to stay there. For all of eternity, crying away all his worries.

*****

There was a loud bang on the door, as Hope peeked off the sofa, emotions engulfing her over.

After an abnormal silence, she opened the wooden door, seeing both Lucifer and her husband lying face first on the ground.

" Honey?"

" M-Micheal?!"

" MICHEAL!?"

*****