INSANITY: Lucifer X Reader Part 29

You stood face to face with the figure in front of you, the fierce gold eyes staring right back at you. You had never seen her before in your life, but it took no more than a second to recognize her.

"Atropos.."

You looked at the Fate seated in front of you, her gold and white robes standing out against her wasted pale skin. Her fiery red hair provided a shocking contrast to her appearance. The Moirai sat up straight, looking at you silently as she extended a wrinkled finger to beckon you forward. Thoughtlessly, you near stumbled forward and sunk down to your knees in front of her as you looked up at her. When she spoke, her voice was taut.

"The moment you were created your fate was sealed. The thread of your fate had just spun itself it seemed."

The faint reflection of light against metal caught your eyes as you noticed the iron shears near her waist. The shears with which Atropos cut the threads if everyone's destiny and life. Clotho started your existence, Lachesis continued it and Atropos ended it with the instrument you were currently looking at.

You flinched as the bony hand tilted your head up by your chin.

"I saw it with my own eyes. How connected your fate is to the Morningstar's. How intertwined the treads of your destiny are. It was almost spontaneous. And irreversible. Clotho tried, but even she couldn't separate them. And it made sense. The thread of your fate started with the Morningstar and it will end with him. And for you, your fate will never change. Past, present or future. You will always be his...."

A tired smile from the Moirai was the last thing you remembered before you woke up.

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The grass felt cool under your feet as you walked through the garden. The gate had been left open since the fall. The garden deserted. The last you had been here, your brother had been alive. Adam and Eve had dwelled in the Garden. Heaven was at peace.

The Garden had turned wild since, the bushes overgrown, the vines hanging from the trees, the grass growing taller every day. You walked silently through the undergrowth, your path illuminated by the moonlight in the middle of pitch darkness.

You paused for a moment, closing your eyes, and you could almost see it. It seemed like a lifetime ago that you and Gadreel had played in this Garden as cherubs. 

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The vision seemed almost true. The young cherub stumbling her way across the garden as she laughed, her (h/c) hair messed up and cheeks red, hands clutching her white dress. Her brother, slightly older, running behind her, panicked, shouting.

"(y/n) you come here this very second. I will not mend another broken wing of yours."

She stuck her tongue out at him and continued to run as he sighed and closed his eyes, only to start running as he heard a splash of water. Her hair were slick against her face as she shouted for help, struggling to stay above the surface of the water.

"Oh Father...."

A strong pair of hands pulled her up from the small pool as she cried, holding on to her brother while he hugged her. His hands stroked her hair lovingly, soft blue eyes reassuring her as he spoke as softly as possible.

"Hey. Hey. It's OK. It's OK. You're not hurt. Nothing can ever hurt my Angel till I'm around. OK? OK."

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"I thought you'd tell them the truth and you lied."

You remembered the shock on Gadreel's face as you had pronounced him guilty. The panic in his voice. One word from you had been his death sentence. He had raised you. He had healed you. He had helped trained you. He had loved you. You, in turn, had killed him. The glassy blue eyes that had always spelt home for you.

"Do you regret it?"

You turned around, eyes meeting the ice blue ones in front of yours as you stood face to face with Lucifer. His face and hair looked almost white in the moonlight as he looked at you. He wasn't dressed in his usual white robes, you noticed. For once, it seemed, like he didn't want anyone to know about this meeting. You couldn't even begin to imagine why.

"What do you want?"

"I know what you're thinking Angel. It should've been me. Not your brother."

You remained stoic. Lucifer let out a soft sigh before looking over his shoulder. The Garden was as deserted as it had been when you had entered. Seeing that, he turned back, taking a step forward till the two of you were just in front of him.

"If you go to Father now, he still won't doubt you. He will still believe you. If you go to Father now, he will still cast me out. You will be forgiven, and it will all be as it was supposed to be. It won't bring Gadreel back but it will still be something.Something that I deserve. Angel, I won't stop you from that today. But...... Can I ask you for a favour?"

The Morningstar took another step forward, holding your hands between his own as he locked eyes with you. You felt something cold brush against the flesh of your hand as you looked down.

The blade in your hand was the most ornate you had ever seen, with a helical guard grip and guard fashioned from the finest steel, a sky blue crystal encrusted in the pommel, It was no ordinary blade.

It was an Archangel blade.

You looked back up at Lucifer, as he gently put the blade's grip between your fingers and guided your hand up, eyes locked with you. The smile on his face was faint, a mere sliver compared to the sadness in his eyes. His hands were trembling just slightly, but his face gave away no hints of nervousness. He finally stopped, one hand falling back as the fingers of the other gently wrapped around your wrist. The blade in your hand was now perfectly positioned such that the tip of his blade was just above his heart.

"If you regret your decision, I would rather die by your hands than fall and end up hurting you."

Looking at Lucifer, it was at that moment that it all made sense.