A/N: I should probably warn for God!bashing, sort of. Fic is from Lucy’s POV and he has issues. Also prompt freaking run away from me and demanded to do things. With Nick. Could be read as dub-con in a vessel/angel sort of relationships … But IMHO it’s one of the built-in warning for SPN fic with spoilers for s4 and onward. That and blasphemy. As for Lucy/Sam – decide for yourself. .. well, anyway, enjoy :)
Groundhog Apocalypse … - The horrible answer is: God is cruel and hates his children.
Lucifer couldn’t tell anymore whether that ever fleeting dance with good old Nick was meant to be seduction or confession. Probably both. But it gave that damned journey a certain constant that he’d learned to enjoy.
- Also I believe you too lost faith in my father a long time ago.
Nick face darkened and Lucifer caught an echo of memories full of grief and blood that were almost mirror to his own.
- It’s beyond me. I’m sorry.
And with every repeat that sorry that started only as a kind word that didn’t mean anything to Lucifer himself, with every repeat that sorry gained more weight and there were days coming, he knew, when that sorry would break him.
- I’m starting to think that it’s beyond me to correct anything, - he said bitterly, - but I need to try. And I need your help.
- You lost me here, devil. And I think I need a drink for that discussion.
Lucifer felt a strange surge to tell his vessel that he already had enough, but really in mere minutes it won’t matter. Also Lucifer felt like he might need a drink too, because he didn’t know if there ever will be an end to his misery. Logically, there should be - everything has its end, but God was always a bastard with endless patience and particular sadistic sense of Justice.
- Of course, it’s your dream.
- Right.
Last time they had bitter coffee laced with whisky. The time before that Nick was so drank already that he didn’t listen to a word Lucifer had to say and by next evening when Lucifer visited him again, he was dead, body cold in the pool of blood. That time he had to drag his lost soul from Hell and resurrect him. It was a strange experience rising Nick from Pit. It made him feel almost like an angel he once was.
- Want some? – offered Nick holding opened bottle of distilled fermented wheat mash. The same one that Nick drunk the day after the funeral.
- No, I prefer something sweeter.
Devil snapped his fingers, imagining a construct of a latte with wiped cream and sprinkled with chocolate Gabriel introduced him the last time around. A memory surfaced briefly of warm south night, wings brushing together. “What does He want?” “Wrong angel to ask, bro. Skipped that train looonnng time ago.”
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Date: 2012-03-10 02:43 pm (UTC)Groundhog Apocalypse
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- The horrible answer is: God is cruel and hates his children.
Lucifer couldn’t tell anymore whether that ever fleeting dance with good old Nick was meant to be seduction or confession. Probably both. But it gave that damned journey a certain constant that he’d learned to enjoy.
- Also I believe you too lost faith in my father a long time ago.
Nick face darkened and Lucifer caught an echo of memories full of grief and blood that were almost mirror to his own.
- It’s beyond me. I’m sorry.
And with every repeat that sorry that started only as a kind word that didn’t mean anything to Lucifer himself, with every repeat that sorry gained more weight and there were days coming, he knew, when that sorry would break him.
- I’m starting to think that it’s beyond me to correct anything, - he said bitterly, - but I need to try. And I need your help.
- You lost me here, devil. And I think I need a drink for that discussion.
Lucifer felt a strange surge to tell his vessel that he already had enough, but really in mere minutes it won’t matter. Also Lucifer felt like he might need a drink too, because he didn’t know if there ever will be an end to his misery. Logically, there should be - everything has its end, but God was always a bastard with endless patience and particular sadistic sense of Justice.
- Of course, it’s your dream.
- Right.
Last time they had bitter coffee laced with whisky. The time before that Nick was so drank already that he didn’t listen to a word Lucifer had to say and by next evening when Lucifer visited him again, he was dead, body cold in the pool of blood. That time he had to drag his lost soul from Hell and resurrect him. It was a strange experience rising Nick from Pit. It made him feel almost like an angel he once was.
- Want some? – offered Nick holding opened bottle of distilled fermented wheat mash. The same one that Nick drunk the day after the funeral.
- No, I prefer something sweeter.
Devil snapped his fingers, imagining a construct of a latte with wiped cream and sprinkled with chocolate Gabriel introduced him the last time around. A memory surfaced briefly of warm south night, wings brushing together. “What does He want?” “Wrong angel to ask, bro. Skipped that train looonnng time ago.”
- Right. So tell me everything.
Lucifer snorted.
- From the beginning?