❝MAMA, WE ALL GO TO HELL,
IT'S REALLY QUITE PLEASANT,
EXCEPT FOR THE SMELL.❞

GENEVIEVE, UNLIKE THE others, was calm and cool. And more than anything, she was ready. The plan sounded simple enough — Amenadiel was making sure that Chloe wouldn't be moved, as Lucifer was in the room below hers, making him vulnerable. Detective Douche was getting the ingredients for the antidote, and last but definitely not least, Genevieve, Maze and Linda were teaming up to kill Lucifer and then bring him back. Once Lucifer would be dead, Ginny would pop down to Hell as well and together, the two would locate the dead professor and get the formula from him.

"How come Chloe makes you vulnerable?", Genevieve wondered as she looked down at her husband and his bare chest, the buttons of his shirt undone, whilst Linda was doing some last-minute research online and Maze was preparing the defibrillator so Lucifer's heart could be stopped with it.

Cocking an eyebrow whilst he took a quick sip of his flask — his version of painkillers — Lucifer seemed rather surprised. "Yes, it turns out the detective is, quite literally, heaven-sent. It's a long story. I'm surprised you didn't know", he offered a vague explanation, and shrugging, Genevieve slightly shook her head. Frankly, it didn't make her happy, how Chloe was getting so close with Lucifer and how she turned out to be more special by the day.

And the Devil could see it in the details of her face.

"Are you jealous?", Lucifer broke into his usual grin, which earned a slap on his shoulder from Genevieve, who hated that word. And that pesky emotion, too. Jealousy wasn't something she wanted to feel, and whenever she did, it rarely ended well. But luckily, Lucifer had words of comfort. "Don't worry, Gen. You are still my wife, after all. Which is precisely why you get to do the honors and kill me", he nodded towards the defibrillator with his lips curving up into a softer smile.

As she tilted her head to the side, Genevieve mirrored the smile, just with a little more sarcasm behind it. "Aww, supporting my dreams and aspirations. You truly are a great husband, Luci", she teased her, and after taking a swig from his flask as well, the queen finally got ready to send the Devil back to where he came from — literally.

Linda was obviously nervous, it was evident in her voice as she explained that Lucifer had sixty seconds before they'd revive him — earning a comment from the man how he had had orgasms longer than that — but what surprised Genevieve, was that Maze seemed worried too. Obviously, she knew that Mazikeen was loyal to Lucifer and cared about him, but this was a side Ginny had never seen. It seemed that Earth had affected the badass demon in some ways, as well.

Eventually, it came time to get it over with, and with that in mind, Genevieve looked down at Lucifer and shot him a small smile. "See you on the other side, sweetheart", she winked, and after returning the smile, Lucifer exhaled heavily and assured that he was ready. And that was Genevieve's cue to place the paddles onto his chest, sending electric waves through his body and causing him to freeze for a moment, before falling onto the bed, limp and dead.

It was a strange sight, his lifeless body, and it felt somewhat weird to know that he was no longer there — he was in Hell now. However, Genevieve was going to see him rather soon, as the queen then took a seat on the chair in the corner of the room and let out a deep sigh, before shooting meaningful looks to Maze and Linda.

"Don't screw up, or next time, we're carpooling", were Genevieve's last words, and with that, she closed her eyes and let her soul leave Earth and slip back to her kingdom.

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"HOME, AT LAST", Genevieve muttered as she found herself standing in familiar surroundings, black rocks around her and ash falling onto her raven hair and the red dress she was suddenly wearing. It seemed that her more human clothes had changed into the queen-like dress she had often worn, along with her black gloves and lots of jewelry. The only thing missing was a crown atop her head, but deeming it would only get in the way, the queen started to walk farther into the infernal domain without it.

"Queen and King of Hell, finally back", Lucifer's voice echoed around Genevieve suddenly, and when the woman turned around, she was faced with her husband by her side. Snorting at his comment, Genevieve shook her head, but didn't add anything as the two continued to walk around the familiar place, hunting for the right door to step in.

Behind each door was the personal hell of each sinner that had ended up there — it was rather large like that, as all the poor, unfortunate souls there had their own world to suffer in. Their own rooms, so to say. Genevieve took great pleasure in watching her subjects squirm and scream in pain, and following the misery of others had been one of her favorite pastimes until she had followed Lucifer to Earth and tormented him, instead. But still, the echoing shouts that rang in their heads as they walked around, brought a smile to Genevieve's lips.

"You've been a busy girl, Genevieve", Lucifer commented, and shrugging her proud shoulders, the queen took all the credit. Not much had changed since Lucifer had been there, except of course that Mom had escaped and the crown now belonged solely to the queen. Still, Lucifer seemed somewhat impressed and overwhelmed regarding his return there, but they didn't dig deeper into the subject when they already found the right door.

Carefully, Lucifer cracked open the metal door, and in a blink of an eye, the two royals of the underworld found themselves standing on the street, on a sunny day, surrounded by people. However, like always was the case, there was something out of the ordinary in the situation, and this time, it was a burning car in the middle of the road, flipped over. From the car, rose desperate shouts for help as a man seemed to be stuck, but the other guy in the vehicle managed to crawl out. For a second there, Genevieve believed that the man stuck in the car was the one they were looking for — forced to live the miserable end of his miserable life over and over again, but that was not the case.

The man they were looking for was the one that got out of the car in one piece. And instead of helping the other one, he merely grabbed his bag from the vehicle and then began running, seconds before the car exploded and the other man inside met his untimely demise. Surprised by the plot twist, Genevieve tore her gaze away from the man who was immediately met with words like coward, killer, murderer or monster, and nudged Lucifer slightly with her elbow.

"I would have done the same, but if we're thinking like humans, pretty sure that guy deserved to die", the queen pointed out, and nodding, Lucifer agreed wholeheartedly.

The Devil then pulled the sinner aside, which instantly encouraged the man to start begging for his life and praying that he could be saved from his own personal torture — Genevieve loved it when they thought they could avoid their fate in any way. She admired the chaos and the despair, and above all, the madness stirring in their heads when the tortured souls of her kingdom realized there was nothing they could do. They were forced to spend the rest of eternity in this literal hellhole, and Genevieve was always wonderfully amused by their reactions and the desperate attempts to find a way. There just wasn't one.

However, Lucifer successfully got the formula from the professor, before he followed his queen out of the door and left the deceased screaming for help and mercy. As they stepped out into the so-called hallway, where the ashes were slowly drifting onto them, Genevieve laughed evilly and clapped her hands together in joy. Oh, how she had missed this — the pain, the torture, Hell in general. And when she looked over to Lucifer, she had to admit that, perhaps, she had missed him too. Ruling with him. Being the evil power couple together.

"Right— you've got the formula on paper. Now what? We just wait?", Genevieve cleared her throat once the crazy laughter ceased to echo around, but as soon as she had spoken those words, she realized that she had something to do. "Oh, no — I need to do something, now that we're here. I must check on—", Ginny then continued, realizing that both Mom and Maze had threatened her immortal life with the only weapon that could truly hurt her, put an end to her story. She had hidden it well, but checking wouldn't hurt, right?

Sadly, before Genevieve could storm off and pull Lucifer with her, the man's attention was drawn elsewhere by the sad sound of piano. A simple tune was being played somewhere around the kingdom, and it managed to stop Genevieve from walking away as well, as the woman shot Lucifer a confused stare. She didn't understand why Lucifer was so intrigued and bothered by this, as Hell had many sounds in it, but as she had promised to team up with Lucifer on this one, she followed him when he began to take slow steps towards another door.

"What is it? Lucifer?", Genevieve spoke quietly, but the Devil didn't offer an answer — just slowly opened the door, so they could step in and find themselves in another place.

But this time, it was something unbelievable. Genevieve had seen many things, heard and experienced more than most, but when she realized she was standing in Lux, in Lucifer's penthouse, she had no words. She was speechless. But frankly, intrigued — this place definitely got her attention now. Lucifer seemed shaken as well, but the worst was yet to come. That much Genevieve realized when the man playing the piano turned around and they both recognized him as Uriel — the angel Lucifer had killed. The brother who met his death in the arms of his own sibling.

Somehow instinctively, without even realizing she had done so, Genevieve took Lucifer's hand and felt the beams of sweat meet her palm as their fingers intertwined. The look on his face was priceless in the worst of ways, formed by heartbreak, pain, guilt, and utter and complete hatred for himself and the unforgivable actions he had committed. However, once the shock had settled in, something that resembled happiness fell onto Lucifer's relieved features and he stepped closer to his brother, causing his hand to leave Genevieve's so he could pull Uriel into a hug. But the wary expression on Ginny's face never left, and she continued to eye the deceased angel carefully and with a lack of trust.

"I don't understand— Azrael's blade, it should have destroyed you, not send you to Hell! You don't deserve to be here, brother", Lucifer spoke with sympathy and regret evident in his tone, making it clear that he was somewhat relieved to see his brother, so he could apologize and set things right. But the more Genevieve observed from aside, the more she began to understand, and just as the puzzle pieces clicked together, Uriel spoke up.

"You're right, I don't", he stared at Lucifer, "but you do."

Lucifer seemed confused for a moment, but then he looked down and saw his hand still gripping the blade plunged into Uriel's heart, and at that instant, Genevieve stopped closer to pull her husband away from the trap he was hopelessly falling into, head first.

"This isn't his hell, Lucifer", Genevieve breathed out as she stepped closer and looked at the Devil. "It's yours", she whispered then, and just as she was about to lunge towards Lucifer and protect him from the image of Uriel and the guilt it was suffocating Lucifer with, Azrael's blade appeared in his hand. Genevieve was quite sure it couldn't hurt her — it was merely a figment of imagination, and it wasn't meant for her, but she wasn't taking any chances, which was why she jumped back and stared at the sharp edge with wide eyes.

Genevieve didn't understand the mysterious ways of her heart. This was precisely what she had wanted, for Lucifer to suffer, to feel her pain, but now that he was going through his own torture in Hell, she couldn't enjoy it. Watching him shake with the bloodstained blade in hand, his brother waiting for him to kill him again and again, it wasn't satisfying at all. If anything, Genevieve wanted to make it stop, she wanted to pull Lucifer into safety and blow this damn room into bits with her magic, she wanted to wrap her arms around him and assure him that everything was okay. She wanted to be the wife he created her to be.

"Lucifer, don't", she tried, but her hand had barely grazed her arm when Lucifer had leaped towards Uriel and buried the blade into his chest. The gasp that followed his uncontrollable actions tore Genevieve's heart into two pieces that shattered into million tiny bits, and the misery visible on his face was almost too much to handle, but she was damn well going to try and help him.

"Lucifer, stop, we— we need to go back, we need to save your damn detective!", Genevieve tried her very best to talk sense into him, but it didn't seem to have any kind of effect on him. Each time she tried, Lucifer just broke into more tears and shoved the blade through his brother again and again, with no end in sight. "I'm your queen, damn it, I command you to stop! Stop this, Lucifer. Don't do it, you— you don't...", she stammered, desperate to get results, but nothing seemed to work. "You don't deserve this, Luci. You don't. So, please, just listen to me—", Genevieve continued, but before she could finish, the all too familiar sound repeated itself as Lucifer stabbed his brother and stained the blade yet again.

Before the queen could do anything else, the elevator made a familiar ding and Genevieve turned around, only to find Mom standing there. And for the first time ever, she felt relief at the sight of the goddess — yes, she hated her with a burning passion, and the feeling was quite mutual, but if there was anyone who could pull Lucifer out of his personal hell, it was his mother.

"Go, Genevieve", Charlotte whispered, "I got this. You go, and make sure Mazikeen and the doctor can revive him", her instructions were clear, and usually, Genevieve wouldn't have obeyed. If anything, she would have laughed in her face and told her to go to Hell — but now that they were there already, and Lucifer was suffering the consequences, Genevieve simply gave a sad, last look at her husband before rushing towards the elevator.

And as she watched the Devil through the closing doors, she couldn't help but admit that desiring Lucifer's demise had always been a mistake, and it was one she was going to fix no matter what.

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oOOO DAMNNNN

genevieve is slowly changing, and for the better!! hope you liked this chapter, i had tons of fun (and tears) writing it (: