~Lucifer~

I am the King of Hell. 

They all fear me, angels and demons alike. I am Death personified, my reign is unmatched. 

And yet, I've never been so helpless.

The Moirai sisters had always been powerful. They existed beyond time and space, infinite; they drew power from the heavens itself. I had always heard of them, but stayed clear - Fate had everything to do with Death, and I wasn't going to let mere angels control me and my job.

Until I met a certain Moirai sister. 

She was unlike any woman I've ever known. She knew who she was and was sure of it. If I was Death personified, then she was Death - and she had no qualms in letting me know it. 

I knew she was my soulmate the first time I laid eyes on her. She took me by my foundations and shook me till I was undone. I fumbled for words when I was around her. 

She made the great Lucifer - the fallen angel, the demon who stood up to God - stammer with her beauty.

Fuck, I sound like a pussy in love.

Which I was. Very much in love. Which is why I, Lucifer, asked her to marry me, and make my hellhole of a life brighter with the light of her smile. 

She was three weeks pregnant when she was cursed, by her very own flesh and blood. She fell from the heavens, all because she loved a devil. She fell shamed and powerless, because her sister was a power-hungry jealous bitch.

She was reborn as the result of the curse. She took the name of Kaitie McBarrow, and began her life a mere mortal. I created a facade for myself too - Archer Jonah Miles. I created memories in the minds of her parents and friends. I became a part of her world.

The curse repelled me from her. Everything I did to make her remember backfired and she ended up hating me. When she moved out to college, I decided to give her time to sort herself out.

I set out to find Klotho, but failed. She had concealed herself from me, taking over the Fates' empire in the heavens. Instead, I came across Lachesis, the youngest sister who left the heavens to find my queen. Together, we devised a plan to help break Kaitie's curse from the inside.

We were so close. So damn close.

And now Klotho has found her. And she was determined to prolong the curse.

Me being King of Hell means Kaitie can't actually die. I can prevent her soul from entering the Underworld. All Klotho can do is destroy her mortal body, which means she will have to be reborn, until she regains her memories on her own.

I wasn't going to wait anymore. Every second away from her was torture. Every breath hurt. 

I missed her too fucking much. 

I am about to call Lachesis again when my senses tingle. I can almost hear her cry, her heart calling out to me. 

Kaitie. 

I teleport. My senses take me to a deserted alleyway. She is being pulled up to her feet by two angels - Klotho's lackeys, no doubt. Her cheeks shine with tears. 

She looks fragile, broken. A broken human. She is not the headstrong woman I love, she is not the angel who brought the devil to his knees, she is not Lucifer's Queen.

She doesn't remember.

I don't have a heart, but it hurt like I did have one. Her eyes are focused on the gun aimed at her forehead, tears streaming down her rosy cheeks. Her pale lips tremble.

It's so weak that I almost miss it: a flare from her bound palms. Her captors don't notice it - they are too transfixed on her face, mocking her as she fell to pieces. She has stopped crying. Her palms are fists, and her skin begins to shine.

Holy hell.

'For Klotho, the kind and the benevolent,' The angel declares, before moving his finger to the trigger. 

At that precise moment, she breaks free. Her power unleashes from within her, and the alley lights up with a sudden burst of light. I am thrown off my feet from the force, backing up a few steps.

I watch as she sheds her mortal form and lifts off the ground. Dark shapes protrude from her back - her large dark black wings, flapping back and forth as they support her up. Her body sends off blasts of energy at her attackers, burning them into ashes.

I watch in awe, my mouth hanging open, at the sight before me. Her eyes are closed, but her form is elemental and bright, her body still shining with her power, her wings still flapping.

She is my Queen. She is my love. She is Fate, herself. She is Death.

I smile.

Atropos has risen.

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