gave you! You took everything for granted and then complained you went
through life unloved!"
Lucifer's eyes narrow in anger. "At least I had the balls to question.
You just stood there like a mindless sack doing whatever dad told you.
You never had the spine to ask anything!"
At this point, I've back myself up a few steps, trying to put some
distance between myself and these two sticks of dynamite. I'm more than
willing to stand by Lucifer in this argument, but I also know my limits.
Technically, I'm human. They're not. If either of them explode, I'm
dead.
"I never had to ask! Father was right about everything!"
"He wasn't! He claimed humans were better than us! How can they be?
Amelia's own mother sold her to me!"
"They are! They have empathy, life, choice! They have everything we
could only ream of!"
"We did have choice. You just chose not to use it!"
My head is spinning, and I can almost feel the rage radiating off of
both angels. My husband and Michael are now nose to nose, age-old
animosities flaring up again as they try to prove their points. I panic,
terrified that the entire room might spontaneously combust. I race over
and pull at Lucifer's arm, jerking him back a few inches and throwing a
few drops of water on the fuse.
"Please," I beg, "Let's juts go. It's not worth the fight. Neither of
you are going to back down, so why waste your breath. Please."
I'm willing to do anything to separate these two, even if it means
letting my mother win a game of Monopoly or giving Lucifer a strip-
tease. I don't care. I just want to go.
Lucifer stares at me, his eyes still full of fury and anger from their
argument. Slowly, though, the ferocity in them fades away, replaced by a
soothing calmness so overpowering that makes me wonder if he's got
another personality. He turns to Michael, looping one arm around my
shoulders and pulling me close.
"Yes, you're quite correct. None of this is worth the energy we've
spent." He starts to turn away, taking me with him. "We'll leave him to
stew in his anger in peace."
"Asshole!" Michael roars behind us. "She'll come to us someday!"
Lucifer wheels around and gives his brother a look that would make Mount
Everest crumble. "Come down here and harass my queen again and I will
shove that sword of yours so far up your ass father will wonder how your
spine became steel."
With that last threatening defense, Lucifer turns, grabs my arm and
hauls me out of the corridor. I don't look back to see if Michael is
still there. I don't care. I have my husband and we're leaving, which is
exactly what I want.
I manage to regain my footing and keep pace with him. I glance up to see
his eyes still blazing from the fight, a mask of pure fury carved onto
his beautiful face. He's still fuming, and I don't blame him. Michael
may be the poster-boy for heaven's might, but he's an asshole in person.
I can see why he and Lucifer never got along well.
"What now," I risk opening my mouth.
"We go to our room and cool off." His voice is cold, emotionless.
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Lucifer's Bride [Complete]
FantasyMy mother has had dreams of becoming part of royalty since she was a girl. Four years ago, she made the colossal mistake of making a deal with the Devil himself, in order to gain that prestigious place in society. My mother got her wish, marrying in...