This chapter is from Lucifer's POV, which is why this is written in Third POV :) It's a slightly long-ish chapter, enjoy.

Dedicated to Lucifer ;)

"You are a mockery of everything divine." - Archangel Raphael

Chapter XIV / XV [BONUS CHAPTER]

Stupid angels, Lucifer mentally cursed under his breath while standing on the terrace at the roof of his apartment.

The sun has already gone down, but standing this high, he could still see hints of orange and pink at the horizon. He burned the letter he held to ashes, the blue flames flaring up only slightly – he did not felt like burning down his terrace. Again.

"Stupid angels," he cursed again, this time aloud. Because of those idiotic, tense, dickheads, he was forced to leave the comforts of his home just to meet up with them. Lucifer was already under tight surveillances, but at least he could come to Earth – limited as it might be – and he was not about to mess that all up by pissing off the halos more than he already has.

If those stupid angels wanted a meeting with him, they would get it. He did not promise to be in a good mood though. They can suck it up.

In a flash of bright blue light, his powerful wings unfolded from his upper back and he spread them wide, testing the air. His blue-black feathers tingled slightly, the wind gently stroking past the feathers, and he pushed himself up in the air.

The wind howled past him and he grinned broadly, laughter bubbling up from within his throat. His wings beat through the air and the fallen flew higher and higher, until the city of New York and the clouds were far below him. The horizon curved before his very eyes and he could clearly make out the stars, twinkling above him.

The fallen had to meet up with the junkless halos of Jesus Land, but that did not mean he couldn't have any fun on his way there.

He did not stay this high for very long through. Folding his wings tightly together on his back, he fell towards the Earth below. The howling wind and the force of his fall almost forced his wings open – much like a parachute, but he managed to keep them in place. For the heck and thrill of it, he made some spins and loops while still falling, skillfully maneuvering his wings.

Shooting through the clouds, he pulled his body upwards and spread his wings, hanging still in the air for barely a second before he circled down. His wings beating the air almost lazily.

Going further down and zigzagging between the skyscrapers of New York, his body sailing almost vertically through the air, he continued his way to the meeting spot.

After a while, Liberty Island rose before him. With the Statue of Liberty standing tall and proud.

Lucifer could already see him standing there. The archangel Raphael, whose gaze was already focused on him and who was easy recognizable thanks to the sunlight reflecting off his white with silver wings.

And the fact that he wore clothing that belonged to Ancient Greece.

Again, Lucifer cursed out the angels of Heaven. They never tried to fit in. Lucifer even doubted if Raphael knew in which century they were - and to think that Raphael had lived alongside humanity for over 2,000 years. Lucifer himself might have been around longer, but at least he kept track of the days and years... somewhat.

Circling down, Lucifer gracefully and soundlessly landed right on top of the grand statue. Purposefully ignoring Raphael, Lucifer took his slow time to unfold his wings, stretch them and roll his wing joints and flapping them around a bit mindlessly. All to annoy them.

As Lucifer expected, Raphael cleared his throat. Trying to see how far he could push the archangel, Lucifer stretched out his arms above his head and yawned loudly.

Suddenly, Raphael stood in front of him and punched him square in the face. Not exactly feeling it, he grinned broadly. "Hi, junkless!"

Raphael scowled. "Bad mannered as always, it seems." He said stiffly.

"Don't get your feathers in a twist, Raffy," Lucifer said in a baby voice, pouting his lips. Raphael's scowl deepened. "And don't scowl that much. It might become permanent."

"Can you shut up for even five seconds?" Raphael asked hopefully.

Acting like he thought his words over, Lucifer said with a shrug of his shoulders. "I can, but I won't."

"You are the one who called for this stupid and pointless meeting," Lucifer continued, "so you got to suck it up."

"What the fuck do you want from me, Raffy?"

Raphael's dark brown - almost black - eyes fell on the Devil. An eerie calm. The calm that comes before the storm, Lucifer mused. He could think what he wanted because he knew that the archangel couldn't read his mind. Lucifer had put powerful wards up. Even Michael couldn't break them down.

"How's Hell?" Raphael asked coldly.

"You know," Lucifer started, "cold... and hell. Quit the idle-chat and get to the point. I don't have time for this shit."

"What are you up to this time?" Raphael asked the fallen. Lucifer's eyes swept over his expression, but Raphael was smart enough to keep a blank expression, avoid of any emotion. Like a shard of ice.

He would be good at poker, Lucifer couldn't help but think. But then again, he couldn't exactly imagine a halo from Jesus Land playing poker. The suckers considered it as a sin.

Recalling Raphael's question, Lucifer stared at the archangel blankly. Something every angel - fallen or not - was an expert at. He wondered what Raphael meant.

The Devil was always up to something.

"Elaborate," Lucifer stated simply.

"Heaven's eye is not blind," Raphael started. Lucifer groaned loudly and rolled his eyes. "We know that the monsters are crowding around this very city," Raphael mentioned at the city of New York which rose all around them, "and on this world, New York is your domain. You are the Alpha."

"So?" Lucifer asked bored, stifling a yawn.

"Are you assembling a monster slash demon army?"

He gave the other archangel a ridiculed look. "A monster-demon army? Really, Raffy?" Lucifer shook his head, almost disappointed. "If that's what you really think, Heaven might be blinder than you know."

Raphael's jaw clenched together and a flash of annoyance crossed his features, a crack in his otherwise 'perfect' mask. A sly grin found its way on Lucifer's face. He has already won.

"I agree, most of the time I am at fault at things... the Black Plague, the destruction of Atlantis. But this time? Not me," he shrugged his shoulders as if to say what do you want me to do about it? "those 'monsters' simply feel that something is about to happen. Something bigger than all of us. They are scared, so they flock around more powerful beings like myself out of protection. It's in their nature."

Lucifer leaned closer, knowing that hints of red were showing in his eyes. "Cut the crap already, will you?" He said in a voice as soft as velvet. "You don't care about all that stuff. There is something else."

Raphael stared the Devil down. "Why the girl, Lucifer?"

Lucifer's eyebrows shot up, not expecting the other to ask that out of anything. "What girl?" He feigned ignorance. Yet he knew very well which girl Raphael meant. The one with the long, pale blonde hair and those weird mismatched eyes. What was her name again? Harlynn? Evelynn? Something-ynn?

Raphael stared at him. "I have been watching you, Morning Star."

"You perv!" Lucifer shouted loudly, making a few wayward pigeons fly off.

"You are a mockery of everything divine," Raphael sighed.

The fallen angel grinned and bowed dramatically. "Thank you!" He replied. "I try my best."

"Just stay away from the girl, alright?" Raphael got out. Fed up with Lucifer already.

A loud snort escaped the Devil's throat. "Believe me, dickhead, I want to stay away from that foolish girl. But somehow we just keep walking into each other." He smirked. "It does not help that she's completely mesmerized by me," he grinned, remembering some bits and pieces he caught from her thoughts.

Lucifer did not mean to invade her privacy like that. Contrary to what humans believed, he did had manners - you just did not want to catch him in a bad mood. The girl just happened to be an occasional loud thinker. Generally, the Devil stayed away from human minds, they managed to scare even him.

Demons, he understands. It is humans that Lucifer is weary off.

A demon's mind works in an orderly fashion. Humans are chaotic and unpredictable, you never know for sure what they are thinking – yet along what they are going to do. He suppressed a shudder. He did not want to show emotions – except for sarcasm – in front of the archangel. Showing emotion is a sign of weakness.

"How about you just stay in Hell for a couple of hundred years then?" Raphael almost snarled.

Take a chill pill, Lucifer mentally thought. He said, "I pass. I like this world." He couldn't stay on Earth for an unlimited time – sadly; five hours a day at most. And he couldn't leave Hell at all during the New Moon.

"Why should I even leave her alone? What's it to you?" Lucifer fired, his eyes squinting skeptically. Normally, the halos did not give a crap about a single human. Why would an angel – let along an archangel – go to the trouble to tell him to stay away from her?

Raphael kept quiet, which piqued Lucifer's interest even more.

Geesh, Lucifer thought, mentally rolling his eyes, I could just as well be talking to a brick wall.

Oh wait... brick walls are funnier. Comparing junkless to a brick wall would be offensive towards the brick wall.

Tilting his head to the side, he addressed Raphael in what could almost pass as mockery. "You do realize you just gave me more reason to mess with her, right?"

Raphael tensed up and Lucifer slyly smiled. "You idiot," the Devil added, openly laughing in the archangel's face.

"How about we make a deal then?"

That shut Lucifer up. Stopping with laughing, he carefully looked in Raphael's dark eyes. "You are seriously going to make a deal with the Devil?" He asked in bewilderment, failing to mask all his emotions. A whistle left his lips. "You just became even stupider."

"I am serious," Raphael said stiffly.

Lucifer tapped his chin with his clawed hand. "What's in it for me, Raffy?"

"You can return to Heaven. The gate will open to you once more."

His finger stilled and his eyes slightly narrowed, his pupil slitting like a snake's. He could feel fragments of red appearing in his irises. "And why would I want that?" He asked carefully, trying to force down his anger that was bubbling up within him like a raging thunderstorm that did not seemed to stop anytime soon.

"Like I said before," Raphael told him, "I have been watching you. And I know that you miss Heaven. You are homesick."

Lucifer scoffed loudly. He clenched his hands, his thick claws digging into the palm of his hands. He was getting trouble with suppressing the storm within him. For the other angel's sake, Lucifer hoped Raphael would shut up soon before he did something he would regret later.

The last thing Lucifer wanted was getting Michael on his ass for making little baby Raphael cry.

"Don't bother lying to me, Son of Dawn. You cannot change what you are," Raphael added, "you are an angel and Heaven is your home. That will never change."

Lucifer couldn't stand it. Having others talk about him like they knew him. Nobody did. Let along Raphael. He knew fairly well that his mood changed just as often as the weather and that he was like a ticking time bomb. He glared at Raphael, who took a step back in shock while looking at his face.

He did not need a mirror to know that his irises were a bright fiery red and that the whites of his eyes had become a pitch black. Those who looked into his eyes were often overtaken by a deep-gutted fear that ran down to the very bone. And it seemed like Raphael was no exception.

Raphael was right about one thing though. Lucifer did miss Heaven. He grew up there. And no matter what he told himself, it will always be his home. And even if he accepted Raphael's offer, then what? The other angels would never accept him, an abomination. He would be a pariah among them.

No. Lucifer couldn't return. No matter how much he wanted to.

I am cursed to live this life, he reminded himself.

"Don't talk about me like you know me," Lucifer said calmly. Raphael took another step back, his six wings unfolding slightly. "I pass."

His upper lip curled up, revealing his mouth full of sharp fangs. "I do whatever I please. I won't return there. This meeting is over now."

With that said, he ran towards the edge and jumped down, his arms spread wide. Lucifer could hear Raphael calling after him, but he ignored the archangel.

He spread his wings and flew away, anger boiling up inside of him and his blue flames flaring up dangerously, creating an armor of fire.

Lightning flashed down from the skies, followed by the roaring sound of thunder, being called forth by his anger which radiated off him in powerful waves. Powerful enough to create a gigantic thunderstorm above the entire East Coast of the American continent.

Flying around mindlessly, not minding the lightning, Lucifer desperately tried to calm down enough so that he wouldn't accidentally annihilate the entire city of New York in his rage. Or the entire continent for that matter.

Normally, flying around without any goal in his mind had a calming effect on him. This time though, it did not seem to work. With a cry of frustration, he descended. Landing in a random street of Manhattan.

A few humans were around - gaping up at the lightning show above their heads, but none of them even as much as glanced his way. When Lucifer had left to meet up with Raphael, he had made sure to turn invincible to any prying human eyes. They did felt his presence though. Lucifer looked down at the street he was standing on, to see it slowly freeze over from the cold he emitted. He saw the few humans that were around shiver from the cold and hurry away.

Folding his grand wings on his back and making them fade from view - as well as his icy flames - before he turned himself visible once more. He stormed away from the frozen street and walked a few blocks. Focusing on walking motion and the sounds and smells of New York, he calmed down a bit. A bit.

Walking into a grocery store at a whim, the bell dinged above his head. Lightning illuminated the sky overhead while fiery red eyes scanned the store, glowing in the dark the night provided.

Everyone in the store looked up and looked towards the newcomer. Their eyes drastically widened and they ran towards the back of the store. Except for the clerk who still had to look up from his magazine. And a girl.

Stepping forward, Lucifer let the light of the store shine on his features. His eyes fell on the girl and Lucifer failed to completely mask his surprise upon seeing her standing there. Long, pale blonde hair and mismatched green eyes. And we meet again, silly girl, Lucifer thought, his eyes fading back to their usual color.

His lips curling up in a feral smile, the girl stepped back. He did not like the way she was looking at him. Eyes calculating, he slowly walked up to her, his lips curling up in a snarl. He couldn't control his anger and felt it coming off him in waves. Yet the girl stood where she was, looking him straight in the eyes. If the Devil had blood circulating through his veins the same way humans did, his face would be red of rage.

Holding up her hands, the girl said in her musical voice, "Wow, calm down."

"Why in Hells name do we keep walking into each other?!" Lucifer bellowed. She winched slightly at his loud volume. His hands had started shaking on his sides, his nails elongating in sharp and thick claws.

"I have no idea," she replied. "Fate maybe?" She tried.

Lucifer felt like he was about to explode. Fate? Fate?! She doesn't know what she's talking about. She doesn't know a thing about 'fate'. Glaring at her so heavily, she cowered back only slightly. He considered blasting her in oblivion right here and right now, but decided against it, something stopped him. Lucifer did not bother thinking about it much.

"I don't believe in such things," he snapped coldly, having calmed down only slightly. Somehow, talking to this girl calmed down the beast inside of him. If Lucifer had to be completely honest with himself, it scared him, scared him in ways he couldn't fathom. Don't grow any feelings now, he scolded himself, emotions are a sign of weakness.

The girl glanced towards the clerk, and Lucifer allowed himself a moment to think about why Raphael wanted him to stay away from her. He did not understand. He saw just a girl; a silly girl who's too brave and bold for her own good, a girl who ignores every warning he gives her to stay away from him. She was probably a hunter, but that wasn't any reason as to why Heaven would be interested enough in her safety to give her an archangel as a Guardian Angel. Ridiculous.

That time when he raided her kitchen – on a whim really, he was bored – he immediately recognized the archangel who had disguised himself as a large white cat. When he recognized the archangel, Lucifer ran out of that place, the archangel chasing him out. Even the Devil himself would think twice before messing with him.

"Who are you?" The girl asked, tilting up her head and looking him daringly in the eyes. Keep on a poker-face, Harlynn, her thoughts said, reaching him.

Ah, so it was Harlynn... He thought to himself.

Tilting his head to the sides, he replied, "Why do you care?"

"We have met a few times now," she replied, "don't you think I at least should know your name?"

A sly grin formed on his face. "I just don't give away my name to anyone," he said in a gentle voice, his eyes became red once again and white turning to black. "It tends to..." Lucifer took a moment to think of the right word, "freak people out."

Teleporting himself in front of her, Harlynn took a few steps back, startled. His clawed hand shot forward and he took a tight hold on her arm, his claws digging into her soft skin and drawing blood. "Oh no, you're not going anywhere, Kitten."

She looked down at her arm before looking him into the eyes once more. "Let go," she said between clenched teeth – pain flaring across her delicate features, "you're hurting me."

She looked up at him and the agony that was seen in her eyes was enough to make his heart ache. This is bad, Lucifer thought grimly, I cannot allow myself to feel.

If it means she will be save, Lucifer thought, I will even play the Devil everyone thinks I am.

Everyone around him just keeps on dying, taking a piece of him away with him every time he lost someone dear to him. He clenched his jaws together. I won't be the reason of her despair as well, he promised himself, I have done enough to this world.

"Names hold power," he told her, a menacing grin forming on his face. "There is no way I am giving my name to the likes of you." He thought his words over once more. "But if you truly wish to call me something, you can call me Lucas." He said much softer, giving her the alias he has used often in this century.

He picked her up and threw the girl harshly away from him. Her body flailed through the air and she crash-landed against a pyramid of soup cans. The cans crashed down around her and she hold her sore arm, her hand sticky from the blood. She winched in pain.

Again, Lucifer forgot the fragility of humans. Perhaps I went a bit too far, he thought, I might accidentally kill her. Humans break so easily. So fragile.

Stalking forward, he flexed his hands. And again, Harlynn surprised him once more. Her hand disappeared in her backpack and she hurled a silver dagger his way.

Lucifer could easily have dodged it, so easily. He saw the dagger hurl through the air and felt the air currents slicing against the dagger change. He could have dodged it – his reflexes and senses are much greater than any humans – but he was simply too surprised.

It's not every day someone hurls a dagger his way... not that it would be effective.

The moment the tip of the dagger touched his skin, it shattered into a thousand pieces. Lucifer glanced down at the countless shards around his feet before he looked at the girl once more – who sat frozen in shock – and once again, Lucifer failed to mask the disbelief and surprise.

"Really?" He found himself say. "Did you really thought that would work? I hope you were joking."

He gave her an unamused glare. "You need to come with more than that pathetic thing if you wish to harm me," he told her.

"What got you in such a bad mood?" She asked, surprising him again.

"Angels happened," he replied. "Those feathered dickheads," he grumbled. Just the thought of his 'meeting' with Raphael was enough to make his blood boil once more.

"Alright," a third voice spoke up. Lucifer looked up in surprise to see the clerk putting his magazine down and standing up, "that was enough. Stop it, you two."

Golden eyes scanned both of us over and the clerk calmly stepped forward. Lucifer tensed up, recognizing the archangel as Metatron, the Voice of God. Really? Two archangels in one day? What kind of horrible day is this?

"The girl is no angel," Metatron said calmly, addressing him with a familiarity that made his skin crawl. "So there is no need to release your anger on her, it's not fair towards her. Grow up already."

Metatron's eyes flared up in a golden light and Lucifer tensed up once more. "Angel," he acknowledged him. Metatron's jaw clenched and Lucifer mentally grinned. Lucifer knew how much Metatron – together with most of the other archangels – hated to be called 'angel' instead of 'archangel' or by their name. Lucifer refused to give Metatron that satisfaction.

"I know you wish to stay under the radar," Metatron said firmly, his eyes ablaze, "if you wish to stay that way, I suggest you leave."

Lucifer disappeared from view, teleporting himself back to Hell. The moment his feet touched the ground of his own palace in Pandemonium, the loud voice of Asmodeus met his ears. "AMAYMON!!!" The Prince of Hell – not a relative of him – bellowed loudly, "GIVE IT BACK!! THAT'S MINE!!"

Lucifer rolled his eyes. Is it never quiet here? Stupid fallen angels. Stupid demons.

He stormed towards the room the noise came from and he saw Asmodeus chasing Amaymon around the room through the air. Amaymon was holding a bag of chocolate chip cookies.

Lucifer watched them for a while, watching how Asmodeus chased after Amaymon with his wings beating the air furiously. "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU IMBECILES!!" Lucifer bellowed at the top of his lungs. Asmodeus and Amaymon alike looked up in shock – and a bit of fear upon seeing him in such a bad mood – and both of them crashed against the wall with a yelp, falling down with a loud thud in a pile of wings and limbs.

The cookie jar rolled towards him and Lucifer picked it up, opening it and stuffing a cookie in his mouth. Both fallen angels complained loudly, but shut up with a single glare.

"You're grounded!" Lucifer snapped, eating another cookie.

"As you wish, My Lord," Asmodeus replied with a bow. Amaymon bowed as well.

"I am going to my chambers," Lucifer told them, "make sure that nobody disturbs me or I swear I will rip off your sorry heads."

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Okay, my little demons, the next chapter is here. And it's written in Lucifer's POV! :D Yay!

I have tried my best to write something from Lucifer's POV and I hope I pulled it off well enough. What did you thought of it? His meeting with Raphael? His feelings about everything? How he wished to protect Harlynn from himself? What are your opinions so far on Asmodeus and Amaymon - 2 of the Seven Princes of Hell? And before you ask, they have no relation to Lucifer, they are not his kids - 'Prince of Hell' is a title. More about this later on in this story.

What do you think Lucifer's story is? What made him who he is? Try to take a guess :)

It has also been officially revealed that Ghost is an archangel! What do you think his part in this story is? (it's more than just being a Guardian Angel, there is a reason he chose to watch over Harlynn - try to guess)

Metatron: Hello

Author: Oh, hello! Great to have you here, Archangel Metatron

Metatron: There is a question for me?

Author: Yes, one

Metatron: *shrugs* Okay

Author: Metatron, how do you like your presentation on Supernatural?

Author: You do know Supernatural, right? It's a TV-show

Metatron: I am the Angel of Knowledge and Wisdom. There are only a few things I do not know and to answer the question... if you leave away the part of where Supernatural's Metatron tried to take over the Heavens and become God, I guess he was alright.

Author: Okay, thank you :) Do you wish to do the ending?

Metatron: Sure *turns to the reader* If you liked this chapter, don't forget to drop a vote and a comment. And if possible, share this story with your friends. *turns back to author* Did I do that well enough?

Author: Yes, you did. You are a dear, thank you *zaps Metatron back to the story's Heaven*

Okay, that done, if you wish to ask my characters questions, don't forget to comment them as well! You can ask every character questions, not just Lucifer or Harlynn, as long as they have made at least one appearance in this story! (So for instance, you cannot ask Cassiel or Michael questions, seeing as they have yet to appear). Okay? And yes, as of this chapter, you can also ask Raphael, Asmodeus and Amaymon if you wish to do so. Until the next time then.

And for those who don't know. The gif of the angel I used is of the archangel Michael from the TV-show Dominion :) I discovered that show not too long ago, and I like it so far - ps. there is also a movie called Legion, which is great too. I would recommend both.

Hugs and knives,

- Luci

Ps. Thank you for the 1K reads! You guys are awesome! :D

Pps. I passed my drivers license not too long ago, for those interested in knowing