Lost and found (2)

"Lucifer?" Raphael called him. It seemed that his sister had picked the summoning too. But she wasn't as familiar as he was to them so he shushed her with a hand and shut his eyes tight, following the call with his amplified senses. It came from some part on the outsides of Detroit. It was Mag.

Lucifer opened and scoffed. "I found her." He glanced at his sister and smirked. "See? She was on earth," he said, but there was no joy in his tone.

Raphael's wings puffed in annoyance before she flew towards the place, Lucifer huffed as he followed her closely. He grabbed her by the arm in the middle of the flight, making them land outside the house where the request came from.

"What are you doing?" she asked, pulling her arm free.

"I know that you think everything is beneath you, but some species are smart." He shook his head. "And I am the one accused of being prideful?"

He turned his eyes towards the house, feeling the atmosphere had grown thicker as he didn't feel anyone inside it, even if the summon was still plain in the air. The earth started trembling as his impatience rose; but as quickly as it began, it stopped. Lucifer glanced at his right and saw Raphael with the usual fed up expression on her face. Her energy also lingered in the air, but she made sure that her grace emanated the right energy to contrast his, making everything calm around them.

"You should control yourself," she said, sounding slightly smug.

For some reason, Lucifer remembered one of those movies he loved to watch with Aaron. 'Why is he behaving that way', he had asked, trying to not show his curiosity at the human behavior that the film displayed. Aaron, of course, noticed, if his smile was something to go by. 'Oh, he's just going through his teenage years,' he had answered.

He thought about mentioning this to Raphael, but it'll probably fly over her head. Besides, the tug was there again, confirming him that, yes, this was the place. Lucifer's impatience won and in the next second, he appeared inside the empty house.

A bowl full of the necessary items for a request was on the small table, accompanied with more herbs and liquids than he bothered to check. There was only a woman standing in the middle of the living room, using her arms to lean her weight on the chair next to her. Lucifer squinted at her; she looked familiar, he had seen glimpses of her before, never too long, but his memory was infallible so it was enough. One of the nurses, he decided.

She put the chair away and started to kneel respectfully in front of him. "My Lord. I─" she tried to say, but Lucifer's hand in her stomach didn't let her continue. She struggled at first in his hold, almost involuntarily before she stopped, looking at him with determined eyes.

"How dare you speak to me without permission," Lucifer growled as he tightened his grip on some non-vital organ. "The things I'm going to do to you, child."

"Don't be a fool, Lucifer," Raphael spoke, her wing pushing against his own impatiently. "Why would she request your presence if she didn't have anything to say? Didn't you just tell me that demons were smart?" His teeth bared in a vicious smile. "Hear what she has to say, then you can kill her."

He opened his hand before pulling his arm out of the body, surprised when it fell limply. She convulsed, shocked at seeing her own viscera fell out of her body. Her arm reached to grab it immediately, but her hand paused mid air; her eyes wandered in his direction as she let a breath out, and smiled, then she was pulling the slippery mess on the floor inside her body calmly. That was when Lucifer noticed how decayed her body was, the bags under her eyes, and the way her hands slightly trembled. Her true form wasn't any better either. He wasn't able to sense her, and that meant that like the other demons he had encountered with the same skill, she was tied to her vessel. Even if she didn't bleed from her injuries, she didn't heal either.

"Speak," he demanded.

She looked up at him until they locked eyes, a defiant stare on her face. "Mammon tricked me," she said harshly before starting to cough blood again, her intestines falling out of her grasp.

"Tricked you?" He raised an eyebrow.

"We thought─ I thought that Aaron had somehow bounded you to him." She breathed heavily, a smirk formed on her lips. "That you couldn't leave his side until the deal ended."

Lucifer couldn't help the scoff that escaped him. "You think a mere human could have done that?"

"Well," Raphael spoke. "You did bind Death. And you were a mere archangel." Lucifer glared at her sister; she merely rolled her wings in a gesture that reassembled the shrug humans did.

Meg's smile broadened when she looked at Raphael, nodding in her direction she purred, "Exactly, my Lord. Humans can be vicious when they want power."

Lucifer didn't contradict her; he knew very well what humans were capable of. Instead, he said, "Aaron is not like that."

"Yeah, I realized that you truly cared for the boy." She glanced at his right, hatred filling her eyes. "Though perhaps a little too late."

"And Mammon is the one who has Aaron?" He remembered Mammon. He was one of the angels that fell alongside him and changed his name, but unlike Lucifer, he didn't possess enough purity and power to not let Hell's energy overtake him. He was one of the first demons.

A sharp smile formed on her face. "Not only that, my lord, he was leading the other demons to rebel against you."