Drabble #11

For the KC AU WEEK [KlarolineAUWeek]

Title: No Rest for the Wicked

Rating: T

Warnings: Religion references (Christianity). No intention of offending anyone's religion or faith.

Status: Complete.

Summary: In the beginning the angel Niklaus was cast out of Heaven and condemned to rule Hell for all eternity. Until he decided to take a vacation. And then an Archangel he once knew all too well was sent to Earth with every intention of restoring the Prince of Darkness back to his rightful throne. But maybe this is what the Devil wanted all along. (Devil/Angel AU _ Inspired by the show Lucifer)

Many thanks to Anastasia Dreams for helping me edit this drabble.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

In the beginning the Angel Niklaus was cast out of Heaven and condemned to rule Hell for all eternity.

Until he decided to take a vacation…

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Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked

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And the world stood still. Her presence shifting the world from its axis.

The irony was not lost on him as the sound of flapping wings, ones so familiar and never forgotten, reached his ears. He did not turn to look at her but he felt the warmth she was emanating and the electric currents that surged through the fabric of reality that surrounded the realm of humans.

He heard her steps echoing on the pavement and after all this time he finally heard her sweet voice again.

Only there was nothing sweet about it now. Her tone held steel and unyielding fire. Holy fire.

"Your return to hell has been requested," Caroline announced authoritatively.

Klaus smirked and turned around to face her. His eyes scanned her form. She was clad in black robes with gold and red armor. So his little angel became what she always wanted. An Archangel. One he was willing to bet was quite proud for this achievement and yet her pride was lost in a place where it was condemned as a sin.

"Maybe I would be more inclined to return if you were to join me sweetheart," he challenged her. His voice was pure seduction meant to ignite Caroline's curiosity and desire. One that would not be that difficult to awake. Caroline was never one for particular restraint. She thrived when it came to excelling and she struggled for control but her hopes and dreams had a much greater reach than the Paradise lost to him stretching behind the gates of Heaven.

Caroline smiled playfully. She took a step forward and he noticed how she seemed to be on edge and ready to reach for the blade she was carrying on her belt.

"And since when does the Prince of Darkness wants company," she questioned bemused. Klaus beamed at her flirty tone. Full of sarcasm and indignation and also piqued with a challenge.

Closer and closer their steps carried them towards each other.

"Since he is missing a Queen," he replied with conviction and Caroline tilted her head back, assessing him. She was regarding him as an opponent and her amusement vanished. Her gaze hardened. A tint of hurt and accusation filled her eyes and Klaus felt her sting in his heart. For her kind, he was beneath them. His world of torture, fire and debauchery a mockery of all they held Holy. And yet, none of them shed even a tear when he was condemned unjustly to the pits of eternal damnation for daring to have what God gave to humanity but denied his Angels.

Free will.

The one he was sure Caroline craved above all.

"You fell Klaus. You are the one that belongs to Hell. Not me," she accused him. Her tone held no emotion, its cadence bold as brass. Caroline's fire had bloomed. Her light was meant to scorch and blind and incinerate. It was the kind of fire that belonged along side Hell's inferno. By his side.

"Not you," Klaus taunted, "Not yet," he let his voice sing in the air and his mouth turned to a crooked smile at the anger that appeared in Caroline's face. She pursed her lips, her brow creasing.

Such a beauty wasted. Untainted by the longings of the flesh. Unappreciated by the hands of a lover. Such a cold fate void of emotion and desire. A pity for a woman like Caroline. Her body was ready to hum and he wanted nothing more than to bury his fingers in the long blonde threads of her hair and taste her mouth. His lips yearned to caress hers and have her melt in his arms.

"Not ever," Caroline denied but Klaus noticed the shiver that passed through her.

The edges of his mouth carved to a taunting grin.

"We shall see," he whispered and licked his lips thoughtfully, "Wrath has been my fatal flaw and sin. And yet, it is not the only one out of Seven, Angel. There is also need, desire…lust," he tempted her.

Caroline gazed at him defiantly but the emerald of her eyes darkened as her cheeks flushed. That blend of temptation and anger were making his blood boil.

A long time ago she had warned him to keep his faith. To not let go. To not become her enemy. To not let his heart darken, but he had not listened. And now, he knew exactly why.

"Don't underestimate the allure of darkness, Caroline; even the purest hearts are drawn to it," he told her. Knowing all too well that the allure of her light was what drew the darkest of hearts, his heart, to her.

A light ready to tear down worlds.

And right now only him.

Her majestic wings stretched out and she almost delivered a lethal blow to his neck with one of them. He stilled and looked down at the end of her divinity that was one inch away from tearing his jugular apart. He admired the beauty of her wings and for a moment he missed the ones he had cut from his back. His way of locking himself out of Hell and having Caroline chase after him.

Her eyes blazed with anger and those once upon soft feathers so full of light became sharp daggers ready to slit his throat as their deadly now hard edges scraped his skin. He held his breath and locked his gaze with Caroline. He knew her a long time ago. The angel of light who fought by his side. Her weapon of choice the spear. They both knew of eternity, and yet, time had no measure now that they faced each other once more after all these centuries.

He had not missed Heaven. He had missed her. And knowing she descended to earth to find and restore him to his throne made everything worth it.

Caroline gave him a curt nod. A promise they were not over. She would be back.

She vanished with a flutter of wings, leaving him breathless and the world once more in motion.

"Welcome to my world, sweetheart," he whispered with a dangerous smirk.

This was war. And if there was one thing the Devil knew all too well was that all was fair in love and war.

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Though you know we wish we could
No there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good

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Lyrics: Cage the Elephant - Ain't No Rest for the Wicked