23: 45 PM
Marina Del Ray,
Los Angeles.
It was a temperate night. The city thrummed with vitality, and an exuberant spirit filled the air. Typical of Los Angeles. Yet, on the 20th floor of a particular structure, an unparalleled soirée was taking place.
LA`s finest and most prominent figures were all gathered there. The women were barely clothed, grinding on the men. Drugs scattered scattered on the floor, all used. Others were copulating on the couches.If anyone took even one photo of what was going on there, many people would have their careers ruined,be it acting or political. Actors and actresses had husband's or wives at home and
politician's who run anti- LGBTQ+ Campaign were present but are here having sex with other men. Everyone has a reputation to protect but they always choose to attend these parties hosted by the same person.
Amidst all this chaos stood the host of the event, a man possessing a physique that was both muscular and lean. His hair, a resplendent shade of blonde, cascaded in curly waves, reminiscent of threads spun from gold. His complexion was as porcelain-white as fine marble, and his eyes gleamed a captivating shade of crimson. Enigmatic and alluring, he exuded an otherworldly charm, complemented by a perpetual smirk that graced his features. If the testimonies of the women he has enchanted hold any veracity, it is indeed that he is devilishly handsome.
Which would be comically accurate, more than they will ever know, in fact. As this man was the devil himself. Not metaphorically, figuratively or allegorically but the Devil,Lucifer, himself.
Lucifer, the Angel formerly known as Hallael, was hosting this provocative event, so he had to invite LA`s brightest to embrace their deepest darkest desires and carnal fascinations.
Lucifer sat on his chair, with a woman on his lap and another massaging his shoulders seductively. He had a glass of wine in his hand and was twirling it slowly.
The woman on his lap touched his buttoned shirt and gasped.
" Is this..." She began
"Yes, it is indeed. The devil does indeed wear Prada." Lucifer replied.
The woman presses her hand on his purple pants.
"Ooh! A little eager aren't we?" Lucifer raised an eyebrow
" Just feeling a little grateful" The woman said finally turning to him and straddling him. " I actually landed the role I told you about"
" Oh yes, On the televised version of Macbeth. Lady Macbeth aren't you? I must say, Macbeth is my favorite work from Shakespeare. I resonated quite deeply with Macbeth`s lust for the throne. Story of my life actually. Congratulations darling. Personally,I prefer such works to remain on the big stage. Keeps the raw energy of the play and usually there is no censoring of the story. Everything is just so authentic."
" Never pegged you as someone who watches theatre" She said intrigued. She tentatively started stroking his hair.
" On the contrary, I am a huge fan of the theatrical arts. Why? Is it a turnoff?"
" Well On the contrary it makes you all the more sexy"
" Yeah?" He asked lowering his voice an octave. He leaned foward
" Oh yeah" The woman replied also leaning in closer
" Well show me"
He was about to lean in for a kiss he stopped abruptly. His entire body froze and he pulled back slowly.
This feeling. It's so familiar. A presence is approaching from above. Must be an angel. No. Why would they bother me now? They know interacting with me will only cause another war. Mikael is too cowardly to act on impulse.
This isn't an ordinary angel. It's almost demon like. He feels close to my power actually.
A smiled spread across his face.
I see. He is the only person with enough gall to face me like this without requesting an audience.
Lucifer pulled back slowly. The woman was left confused.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing darling. Do you and your friend mind waiting a little longer?"
" There's no need" The voice resonated powerfully.
" Who's that?" The woman asked a little frightened
" Calm down Love, he's not going to hurt you...I think" Lucifer responded with the last said in a pondering tone " He actually loves the ladies a little too much. It's why we get along"
" What are you talking about?!"
"No need to shout, he's merely a ghost"
A ghost who's whereabouts haven't been heard of in over 100 years
"Excuse me ladies" Lucifer exited
He stepped outside to the balcony. He was greeted by a cold breeze. Lights in the surrounding buildings twinkled like stars. Cars zoomed down below and music played lowly in the background..
Lucifer sighed loudly " Come on out, he knows you are here"
A shadow popped out of the ground which the materialized into a humanoid figure. The shadow receded, unveiling a formidable figure with mocha-hued skin, adorned in a maroon leather breastplate and fitted trousers. Bat-like wings, with bony protrusions at their edges, extended majestically from his back. His jet-black hair, styled in dreadlocks, cascaded down to his upper back, surrounded by beads.The beads in his hair were fragments of bones that were bleached. He had horns which resembled those of a bull and had eyes which looked like they were made of hell flames.
He was kneeling behind Lucifer with his head bowed.
" Azazel" Lucifer acknowledged him without looking.
" My Lord" Azazel replied
"Why have you come? I asked specifically that tonight I will not be disturbed"
" I know"
" Then?"
" Do you not feel him, my liege?"
" Do you imply that there is something you can do that I cannot? Have you come all the way from your shithole in Hell just so you can insult me?"
" Of course not" Azazel replied without emotion.
"Then do you believe I cannot handle this alone? That I will require your assistance. Do not think just because of all my Demon Lords you are the most powerful that suddenly means we are equals. I am your king, You are merely a Prince of Hell. A position I gave you. As my general you are to listen to me. Like your brothers who are still in Hell as we speak"
" I understand. However as your general I must protect you. What good is a General with no one to follow?"
Lucifer's eyes abruptly ignited with a vivid crimson glow. His golden locks bristled with an unnatural energy. Sinister horns sprouted from his brow, elegantly curling around his ears, reminiscent of a ram's. Sharp claws emerged from his fingertips, and his teeth elongated into vicious fangs..
" Protect me? You will know your place. You think I could possibly lose to my own brother. You suggest Sammael is more powerful than Me? The King of Hell? The Angel chosen by The Creator to be His successor. Don't make me laugh! You choose your next words carefully Azazel. I have been rather tolerant of your insolence. Do not infuriate me further. Are we at an understanding?"
"Forgive me my King. I meant no disrespect. I merely wish to be at your service at all times"
" Then do so without irritating me. Do not suggest such absurd things again"
"The thing is brother..." The voice returned from above. " He wasn't really suggesting"
Lucifer slowly undid his demonic transformation and looked up. The sound of wings were heard flapping. They got closer as he saw a figure slowly descending from the sky. Finally he came into a more clear view..
The Angel lingered ethereally outside the railing of Lucifer's suite. He bore a striking similarity to Lucifer, differing only in his skin, which gleamed like burnt brass, and his lustrous curls, which were a rich chestnut brown. Nevertheless, while his eyes shared a similar scarlet hue, it was tinged with the deep color of exquisite red wine, contrasting with the ruby-like shimmer of Lucifer's eyes.
His wings were a deep obsidian black, adorned with silver at their tips. The silver glimmered captivatingly as it refracted the moonlight, accentuating their exquisite beauty.
This made Lucifer sneer. The sight of them made him very angry. While Lucifer can display his original wings, it required more effort than his demonic ones. This was due to the curse put on him by the Archangels.
But Sammael was spared of that. All they did to him was cut off four of his six wings.
Lucifer can only display his angelic self when he concentrates and if he overdoes it or loses concentration he reverts to his demon form.
Lucifer took a deep breath and calmed himself.
" Aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Where have you been, Brother" Lucifer asked with his signature smirk returning "Last I heard you were still frolicking with the humans-"
" Brother, you know why I am here." The Angel cut him off.
" To join us in the revelry of course. There is fine women and wine. We both know how you love both of those." Lucifer said smug pointing behind him
" A bit underdressed though" Lucifer said looking at him.
The Angel was adorned in a black hoodie, complemented by grey sweatpants and pristine white sneakers.
"I have a spare suit in my room-"
" Gather your demons and go home Lucy, you are violating the treaty among realms" The Angel cut him off. The Angel then sighed" Listen buddy, I'm not you and Michaels errand boy"
"Michael?" Lucifer raised his eyebrow " Is that what he goes by now?"
"I have shit to do, Lucifer. This will be my last visit"
"Good. Then you can deliver a message for me to Michael. Tell him the end is near and I grow stronger everyday I spend with the Mortals. Earth is nearly in my grasp and Will be the first realm I claim. Do not try to stop me lest you want us to have the final battle here and now."
The Angel frowned in disappointment. "Lucifer, I warn against disrespecting our brother.
"Why should I? Our brother is nothing but a tool surrounded by sheep. What he did to us...What he did to you was unjust."
" We've been through this. We wronged humanity by introducing sin to the world. Humans now suffer, die and experience pain for what we did. We deserve this and more. Instead of fighting this we must instead atone."
Lucifer's eyes glowed red once more. " Every word coming out of your mouth is making me violently angry. We deserve this? No. We deserve the world Sammael. All we did was act according to our desires. Father gave me, his favorite son, the divine right to rule. To create, transform and guide humanity to a new future with me as their leader. All they need to do is trust me. As twins and also a fellow monarch Me and you are the same."
" That's where you are wrong Lucifer. Me and you are nothing alike. We angels were made to serve humans. Our existence was made to accommodate their existence and make it better. Not the other way around. We scarred the world our father made for them. Now we must atone by devoting our existence to them."
" Why should I, an immortal and perfect being serve such flawed, undeserving, unworthy. Expiring, inferior creatures such as them " Lucifer spat "You are a coward Sammael. Lilith deserves better than you. A husband that has lived for eons but has never once tried to free her from captivity."
Sammael's eyes erupted into flames, casting a radiant glow upon the surrounding area. The tips of his hair ignited, rising elegantly into the air, akin to a smoldering ember.
" Tread very carefully Hallael" Sammael said lowly In a demonic voice,calling Lucifer by his real name. "Every word that is coming out of your mouth is starting to piss me off"
Lucifer smirked " See? We are not so different. Don't hold back. Became what you truly are. Become Wrath. Be what you were meant to be. What you always will be. What you were created for. The Living embodiment of God's Fury"
Sammael transformed back to his original form and turned his back to Lucifer. "If you and your lackeys do not return to your punishment. I will force all Seven of you to return myself"
Lucifer burst out laughing " You think you can force all the demon lords, The Seven Princes of Hell back on your own? Brother I admit you are powerful. You are my twin after all. But the world is not as you left it. Humanity's sins power us day by day. We are far from the Devils you left us. We are stronger than we have ever been. You are still the same old Sammael."
" My strength is irrelevant. You will return to your punishment. For that is the
purpose I was created for. To punish those who needlessly disturb the peace we live in."
" Is that so?" Lucifer widened his smirk " So be it brother. We have never actually fought so this will be interesting. Just because we fought together once does not mean I will hold back"
" I expect nothing less"
" Then may the best Angel win"
Without another word. Sammael flew away.
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23:47 PM
Santa Monica State Beach
Santa Monica,CA
Waves cascaded upon the shore, effusively spraying their droplets onto the now frigid sand. The evening breeze whispered gently, weaving a tranquil symphony that harmonized with the rhythmic dance of the waves..
Sammael slowly descended from the sky. He landed gently on the sand. He flapped his wings and outstretched them wide letting the warm air embrace them. He also took off his shoes to properly feel the sand beneath his feet.
He then folded them and prepared to tuck them away but he felt a familiar presence.
At that moment, a circular opening emerged, and flames surged from the ground. The fire then formed a passage through which an angel elegantly step through.
"Remiel!" Sammael beamed
Remiel then came into view. He was wearing a long purple hooded garb with a white pants with leather sandals on. He had a long bow, his holy weapon, in his hand which was concealed as a shepherds staff. The hood he had on hid his face until he got close to Sammael.
His purple eyes, which are said to see all, looked at Sammael with joy.
"My Lord, it is great to see you" Remiel said with a little smile.
They embraced. Remiel, till this day often wonders why a monarch would choose to embrace his servant like they are family but he never questioned his king. Even though Sammael Insists on familiarity among them he never does so because he respects the Angel in front of him.
He would never overstep his boundaries or dare disrespect him by not giving him the respect he deserves.
He admires what he has become and what he sacrificed to be where he is now.
Remiel who was a Watcher angel, an ophanim, was cast out of Heaven to be a demon in Hell but Sammael saved him from that fate. He took Remiel and and made him his number two.
Sammael believed a fallen wretch like him was worth something and believed in him entirely.
From that day, Remiel devoted his life onto repaying that kindness.
They end their embrace.
" What brings you here Remiel?" Sammael asked.
" Bad news unfortunately.." Remiel replied.
Sammael nodded in understanding. With a silver flash, his wings De-materialised and disappeared. He then sat on the sand. He patted the ground next to him, Remiel then sat next to him.
" What is the problem?"
" Human souls sire. There has been a decrease of them."
"How?"
" I don't know but they are not passing through Purgatory as much"
" Humans die daily, how can they just not pass through Purgatory? You need to go through Purgatory in order to go to hell or heaven"
" That's the thing sire, Hell`s number of souls has increased. Heaven has also seen a decrease in souls."
" I see. Lucifer has made his move" Sammael frowned.
" Your suspicion for your brother is not far fetched but do you really think he is behind a problem this big?"
" You underestimate the deceiver, Remiel." Sammael warned. " His presence here in the Mortal plain and the sudden influx in souls in Hell is no coincidence. He's expanding his army. Why? I do not know. I don't think he is foolish enough to challenge challenge elder brother a second time."
" But if he is not trying to wage war against Heaven again, isn't that a good thing?" Remiel asked.
" Perhaps." Sammael bit the tip of his thumb. A habit he's developed when he thinks deeply.
" But if he is not trying to wage war with heaven with the army hes raising despite all his boasting then we don't know what he is doing. Quite frankly that terrifies me even more"
There was a pregnant pause. The atmosphere suddenly becoming heavy with both angels thinking about the issue.
" There's something else..." Remiel began.
"Hm?" Sammael turned to his lieutenant
"Humans have begun...bargaining with demons."
" Bargaining? You don't Bargain with demons. There is no such thing, you only lose when transacting with a demon. The humans always end up in the demons mercy."
" Yes but humans seem to think they can harness the power of the demons through equal exchange. They make contracts with them and humans gain power. However the human becomes addicted to that power and wants more. The demon starts demanding steeper compensation, the human cannot keep up with the demands and starts getting desperate. This vicious cycle continues until..."
" Possession becomes imminent" Sammael grit his teeth.
He then stood up with a determined expression on his face.
" Where is the closest ritual?"
" There's is an abandoned house in the woods of a place called Texas, a ritual is said to take place tomorrow evening" The former Watcher angel replied. " Why do you ask?"
" I need to confirm something." He said simply.
"My Lord, don't you think its time to return home?"
" I am needed here Remiel. I cannot simply turn a blind eye to the evil ones doings besides, I am the only being in existence that can intervene since I am not part of the treaty among realms since I don't belong to neither heaven or hell"
" If that is your reasoning then let me go. I am also an angel of Purgatory just like you!"
"No, Remiel. Your knowledge is too valuable. You are the only Watcher angel I have and you can monitor the entirety of Purgatory and Hell . You can do more there than I can. And I can do more here."
" I see. I am flattered you think so high of me"
" Why wouldn't I? You are an asset to anyone who has the pleasure of working with you. That's why I trust you so much. Speaking off. "
He plucked a feather from his wings. It burst into flames. Sammael tossed it into the sand as it transformed into something Remiel recognised immediately. He closed his eyes briefly, silently bracing himself, because he knew his lord was about to do something rash
Sammael stood barefoot in the wet sand, his hoodie snapped with every gust of wind. His curly hair is tousled, his eyes shadowed but alert. His hands, usually calm, are clenched into fists in the pockets of his pants. Salt water licks at his feet.
Between them now lies an old, rusted key, sticking upright in the sand — pitch black with faint glowing runes crawling across its spine like veins under skin.
Sammael finally speaks, voice low, edged with exhaustion and fire:
"Take it, Remiel. Lock the path from Purgatory to Hell. From this moment on, no soul enters. No soul escapes."
The wind hisses around them like it heard something it shouldn't.
Remiel stares at the key, jaw tightening. He did not wish to defy his majesty but he had to be the voice of reason, even if he risks offending Sammael "That's... not your call anymore. You fell."
Sammael's eyes flash. "I was cast down — not silenced. I saw the truth on the way down. Lucifer is no longer punishing sinners — he's recruiting.Every 'redeemed' soul we release… becomes another blade in his hand."
"And the others?" Remiel asks. "The ones still pure?"
Sammael looks out at the ocean. The horizon is pitch-black, no stars, no moon. Just endless ink. "They'll suffer. But suffering is better than being turned into monsters. Purgatory will become a temporary Hell. Until I find a way to cleanse the root."
"And if you can't?"
Sammael turns to face him fully. "Then at least the infection won't spread."
A wave crashes hard, soaking their legs. Neither flinches.
Remiel picks up the key. The metal pulses once, warm and cold at the same time.
He exhales slowly. "They'll say we've gone rogue. That we've overstepped."
Sammael's voice is bitter:"They already called me worse."
Remiel shoves the key deep into the sand. As it sinks, a low rumble shakes the beach. The water pulls back unnaturally. The air grows still — terrifyingly still — and a distant scream echoes across the surf.
Somewhere beyond the ocean, a gate slams shut.
The connection between Purgatory and Hell is severed.
Remiel turns back "So what now?"
Sammael lights a cigarette with a flick of his fingers. The flame glows briefly in the dark.
"Now I find the ones who let this happen," he says."And I make them remember what fear feels like."
"Then I wish you well my lord" Remiel resigned. A tornado made of flame consumed Remiel. The flames then gradually disappeared along with Remiel himself.
Sammael stood for a bit, admiring the scenery puffing smoke in and out of his lungs. He sighed and put out his cigarette.
"There is no rest for the wicked I guess"
He then spread his wings and took off.
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23: 55pm
Marina Del Ray
Los Angele, CA
"What will you do about Sammael?" Azazel asked.
Lucifer sighed "As much as your pestering is infuriating me you have asked a very good question"
He then stroked the railing gently and thought. He then smiled. He snapped his fingers.
Two demented figures began to rise from the sand, clawing their way up from beneath the earth like nightmares given form.
They were shrouded in pulsing shadow, an oily darkness that writhed like living smoke around their bodies, obscuring any distinct features. Their outlines flickered and distorted — half-glimpsed limbs bending at unnatural angles, faces shifting like water under moonlight, never holding a shape long enough to understand.
The air around them grew frigid, the warmth of the night swept away by the whisper of something ancient and wrong. Wherever they stepped, the ground hissed — like reality itself was protesting their presence.
"Bael. Beelzebub. I have an important task for you."
Bael lifted his head slightly, his eyes burning like coals behind a cracked helm.
"What is your command, my lord?"
Lucifer turned slowly, the corners of his mouth curling into something between a smile and a snarl.
"This is a long-revered wish of mine. A desire forged in the silence of millennia."
He stepped closer, the sound of his bare feet echoing like thunder on the polished black stone.
"Bring me the head and wings of the Son of the Night — the King of Beasts… Sammael."
"How you accomplish it is of no concern to me."
He raised a hand, dismissive — as if the act of killing Sammael should be routine.
Then his tone dropped, low and pointed.
"But I warn you… do it strategically. Do not underestimate him.He is ancient. Older than you. Older than the pit you call home. He has survived the wrath of Heaven and crawled through the madness of Purgatory. If you fail to respect him…"
His eyes narrowed."It will cost you your lives."
He turned fully now, wings stretching wide as the shadows recoiled.
"That is why I send you. My generals. My Princes of Hell.I expect only success."
The balcony trembled as the Abyss below groaned in anticipation.
"Do not disappoint me."
"What you wish is our will" Bael answered
"We will devour whoever you need us to" Beelzebub obliged
" Lovely" Lucifer smirked " Dismissed"
As quickly as they came, they disappeared.
As unrefined and barbaric as his brother is, Lucifer never thought Sammael would openly challenge him and his Princes like that.
Sammael will be a reoccurring thorn on his side. However its merely going to delay things but it also gives and opportunity to try something he's been meaning to do for awhile.
Lucifer grinned maniacally. Now he just needs to factor the unpredictability of Sammael in his plans. But victory is still on his side.
"Summon all the underlings you want Mikael, but Heaven is at hand. The true
Heaven bestowed to me by the creator. Not your derivative bullshit. A kingdom built on lies. A phantom utopia.
And then finally the true god, the god this world deserves, will be born"