Castiel paled, and he looked down at his belly. “I….” He looked up at Lucifer. “How am I to carry two babies to term alone?” he asked, looking devastated. “Brother….I’m….I’m scared. What do I do?”
Castiel looked down at himself. “You are telling me that I am impregnated? I…I was not trying. I…the man I had intercourse with…I did not intend for us to breed.”
He knew what happened to angels who bred without a partner or nestmate, or who’s mate left during the pregnancy. It was ingrained in their grace to know, as a deterrent to having too many angels mate when they weren’t meant to. He leaned forward to burrow against Lucifer’s chest.
Lucifer’s arms wrapped around his brother, “Shh, little one, it will be okay.” He had no idea what he would do, just that he would do something. His little brother was not going to waste away or lose his children like other mateless angels had.
"And you are not alone, Castiel." Never would he leave his brother when he needed him. Lucifer might not be able to provide the exact comforts of a mate, but he would offer what he could
Clint frowned, not sure he remembered any of that. He wanted too, but there was something blocking those memories. He didn’t dwell on that for long though, only because he wasn’t sure he really cared.
“Then this is revenge in a way?" He asked as he delicately pulled a few strands of hair off her head, unsure what to do now. He did not feel the anger that usually came with him wanting revenge, but Lucifer would want him to torture her like he did.
“Of course, that’s why I’m presuming you specifically mentioned wanting to kill her." He replied flippantly. That was a lie, but Lucifer justified that it was for the greater good. More specifically it was for Clint’s good to get rid of any lingering emotional ties he might have to humans, it would just get complicated later on if they came to light.
“If you’ve changed your mind…" Lucifer started, sounding slightly disappointed. "I suppose I could get someone else to do it." Clint would not want to pass her off to anyone else, not when it would disappoint Lucifer.
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“Everyone ends up alone.”
"Stay close to me."
"We need to get away."
"This is all for you.”
"How could you be so heartless?"
"There’s gotta be another way out."
“I’ve tried forever getting out on my own.”
“I don’t wanna fight alone anymore.”
“I never thought you would really go.”
“I was being such a fool.”
“But I can’t live without you.”
“If I wanted to leave I would have left by now.”
"Don’t let me down.”
“And now I’m feeling stupid.”
“I’ll only stay with you one more night.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Can’t take it no more.”
“I used to pretend that I felt okay.”
“I’ve failed you again.”
“God knows that I tried…”
“I was dreaming for so long.”
"You are the piece of me I wish I didn’t need.”
“If our love’s insanity, why are you my clarity?”
"We both know how this ends."
“This is not what I do.”
“Is that alright?”
“Am I even human?”
"I’m a mess."
"At least I’ve always been myself.”
“No one knows my heart.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“There is something that you need to let me know.”
“Be honest please.”
“Say you’ll stay.”
"I’ll look after you."
“I wasn’t looking for this.”
"Here’s my number."
“Where do you think you’re going, baby?”
“I missed you so bad.”
"Come on let’s go and play!"
“Be my baby.”
“Don’t you ever say I just walked away.”
“I will always want you.”
“I never meant to start a war.”
“I just wanted you to let me in.”
“I guess I should’ve let you win.”
"You make me crazy from happiness."
"You’re my prince from the fairy tale."
"Where do I go if you leave?"
"I was afraid you don’t care about me."
“I can’t forget you.”
“I’m your destiny.”
“You are like frost.”
“We just have to wait until the next life.”
"We need to talk."
“Where did I go wrong?”
"I lost a friend."
“If I don’t say this now I will surely break.”
“I’m losing my control.”
“What’s mine is yours to leave or take.”
“You’ve begun to feel like home.”
“If that’s what you want…”
“But I’m only human!”
"I can do it!"
“Don’t let them in.”
“Let it go.”
"We only have each other."
“Okay, can I just, say something crazy?”
"We are meant to be."
A devil in disguise.
"This is a simple in and out mission. I can do this by myself." Clint huffed, watching as Lucifer wrote the letter. "I will be back before you know it, and with the help of the angels it would be much easier then ever." Or at least he hoped. He didn’t know who was guarding the Apple, and he hoped it would be weaker demons but he knew that was just optimism.
"We’re all dying a little at a time." Clint said idly, looking up from the book he was reading to look at Lucifer. "What’s wrong?"
"The day I believe that is the day the Pope is actually on the Angel’s side." Lucifer replied calmly, finishing up the letter with a flourish and setting it aside to dry. "We’ll see if we can get you an angel here then, so not only will it take you seconds to get there, but you’ll also have something watching your back." Good thing that Lucifer had most of the hosts one mental request away.
and I don’t wanna run away anymore; leave the [ lights ] on, leave the [ lights ] on
The funeral was not the worst part.
You’d think that putting on a brave face for family and friends alike for upwards of three hours would be purely indescribable torture, but no. In fact, Clarisse flew through the funeral numbly, only speaking when it was absolutely necessary. She stayed in New Orleans just long enough for them to bury the body, and then she was gone again in a whirlwind of airplanes and blue sky.
Returning to class alone was not the worst part.
Sympathetic looks from her friends and professors went unacknowledged, and Clarisse blew through her assignments without any of the spark she’d had before. Each one was perfect, of course, but each lacked any kind of creative thinking.
She was wilting. Clarisse Frost was already dead inside, and her outside shell was beginning to so signs of rot. The smell of stale liqour and beer followed her around like a shadow. Dark circles from sleepless nights ringed her sunken eyes. Her appearance was a cry for help in its own right, but no one was listening. She shut herself away forgetting everything around her.
Later, in her interviews before she died, she’d give credit to the voices in her head for the cause of her sanity break. One in particular was just too damn convincing.
A little known fact about Lucifer was that he had once been an older brother, so he was especially attuned to the cries of the abandoned. Clarisse Frost had been abandoned by her father and brother, so Lucifer considered it his job to tend to her.
The fact she would make such an exquisite demon was just a bonus. He whispered to her every day and night, without fail. He pointed out the weak ones, the ones that would not be missed, and the ones that would.
For now he was just a little voice in her head but Clarisse could make him great. Tonight was the night he decided she would take the final step to her eternal damnation.
It was laughably easy to direct her to a bar, to make someone look a little to much like her father. Look at them, Lucifer whispered, having fun. They’ve all left you to rot, they don’t care. A bunch of liars and theives when they owe you so much.
They think you weak, Lucifer continues, and defenseless. You can prove them wrong. They won’t think so when you slit their throats and bathe in their blood. Why should they get to live while your father does not? Why should they be allowed to be happy while your family is dead?