Hi everyone, I'm back. I'm sorry for the delay. Before we begin I have a few things to say:

rmarcano321: Indeed, I'm looking forward to the destruction those two will cause.

Sm0keyPanda: Thank you! Your too kind!

TheMadShadowMan: Glad to know there are writers with similar tastes

117: I hope so.

Gunzerkingidiot: You should watch it, it's great

ZLT180: Read on and find out~

Vennodenox: I shall!

That guy st6: I'm definitely making that an omake.

Steelrain66: Indeed, the other story is excellent, I encourage everyone to read it.

csad21: Wow...This is the longest review I've received. In response to your comment on my punctuation. I'm sorry if I gave the impression that I didn't care, I'm just really bad at proofreading. Usually what will happen is I won't notice all the mistakes until it's posted, and then it's too late.

Nnox Inkureee: I'm still in the middle of season 3, No spoilers!

And something that perhaps I didn't make clear and seems to have confused some readers. While this story and Jaune are inspired by the Lucifer Netflix Series, Jaune is NOT the Lucifer from the show. He's his own version of the character. He's a much younger Devil, He's still very angry and bitter about what happened to him. To him, the wound is still relatively fresh. Could he one day become the Lucifer from the show? Absolutely (He won't, this isn't a prequel, he just has the potential). There will be moments when that Lucifer snark and attitude shows, but my Lucifer is still in essence, a teenager. And he's a teenager that has had everything taken from him and has found himself in a world completely forgien to him. He's angry, confused, and although he'll never admit to himself, terrified. On top of all that, for the first time in centuries, he has friends, and (although he doesn't know it yet) he's in love. He's having the best time of his life, for once he can just be himself, and he'll do anything to keep it that way.

And, now that's out of the way, on with the Show!

Y'know, the first time I tried to conquer Heaven it was after I'd been cast out, everyone always thinks it was before, but it was after. I've tried to conquer The Golden City three times in my life. The first time was two years after Dad threw me out. I didn't even get past the gate. The second time was in the mortal year 1954. I attacked Heaven astride a giant Godzilla made of Hellfire. I made up to the palace before Amenadiel defeated me for the second time. That was the closest I've ever come to taking the Golden City. And the third time...well you know about the third time. It was the only time you've left hell. And you know what happened because of that.

~The Lord Lucifer, ruler of Hell, to Mazikeen, Head Torturer Of Hell.

Somewhere In Vale:

"Ave magister luciferum vocamus super te, exaudi orationem servi tui et vocatio, facias coram nobis apud nos venit!"

The loud cries of the robed figures echoed through the abandoned church as knelt before a large altar that had a young girl with panda ears tied to it. The girl was screaming, although, what she was saying was muffled by the ball gag that had been inserted into her mouth. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at the figures surrounding her, until her attention was drawn to a tall figure who's hood was pointed in a sign of rank. This was the man known only as The Bishop, who walked toward the altar she was tied to. The man stopped short of her and withdrew a large knife with the symbol of a goat carved into it. Slowly the man raised the knife and held the blade in the open flames of a large brasier, and held it there until symbols began to appear on the blade. The figure withdrew the knife and held it up with a smirk. Just as quickly as it had appeared, the smirk disappeared and the Bishop snapped his fingers, quickly a robed figure that was noticeably smaller than the others ran up and kneeled at the Bishop's feet. Without saying a word the Bishop held the knife to the figure, who noticeably recoiled when the object neared him.

"You want ME to do it?"

The figure asked with a tone of pure fear. The Bishop was quick to respond,

"Yes Boy. I want you to do it. Now do so, or join her on the Altar!"

The figure took the knife in a trembling hand and walked up to the altar, raising the knife as he did so. The Girls muffled screams grew louder in response, and their eyes met, both were filled with the kind of abject fear that only a child can feel. As the boy stared at the tears streaming down the young girls cheeks, the knife began to shake so hard that one could hear it rattling.

"DO IT BOY! NOW!"

With a cry of fear the boy brought the knife down into the chest of the young girl, and in Beacon Academy The Fallen Angel Lucifer screamed in agony as he burst into flame.

Beacon Academy

When Pyrrha Nikos' partner screamed and burst into flame in his bunk, her initial reaction was to scream. After dealing with that, her second reaction was to try help Jaune in anyway she could (she wasn't exactly sure HOW but she was going to try anyway).

"JAUNE!"

She dashed forward and managed to catch Jaune as fell forward, amazingly the flames coming off him didn't burn her, in fact they didn't even seem to be able to touch her. Jaune stared up at her with half lidded eyes, that widened with realization as he stared at her unburned arms.

"A pure soul...of course! It's you-ARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!"

His screams were renewed as the flames leapt higher around him, somehow still unable to touch Pyrrha. Then the flames seemed to die down as Jaune slumped into Pyrrha's arms.

"Jaune! Jaune please say something! JAUNE!"

Many years before The Fall...

Lucifer opened his eyes, and sat up with a yawn. He glanced around his room, smiling as his eyes landed on the red horned snake that was curled around a branch hanging through his window. The young boy leapt up and stretched, his large white wings flexing behind him. Then he turned his eyes upward.

"Good morning Satan!"

The python-sized snake slowly uncurled and slowly descended. As it moved downward, is body shrunk so by the time the snake reached the young Angel's shoulders it had reached the size of a garter snake.

"Good morning, Young Master."

"What's happening today?"

The snake slowly lowered to the ground, growing to the size of a rattle-snake, it turned to face Lucifer and dipped its head in respect.

"Today the young master has a training session with the lady Amenadiel, and afterwards your presence has been requested by the Lord Of Creation."

"What does Mom want?"

"...I was referring to your Father, Young Lord."

"I know Satan, I was making a Joke."

"...Ha. Ha."

While listening to the crimson serpent, Lucifer pulled on some clothes and headed for the door. The size-changing serpent was quick to wrap around the boys leg, and climb until he was draped around the boy's shoulders.

"Are you sure that you want to come with Satan? Dad's still pretty mad at you."

The snake huffed in irritation and raised his head so was looking the boy directly in the face.

"I merely offered that poor girl some food, how was I to know that your sister had placed me in the tree of knowledge? Besides that was centuries ago."

Lucifer shrugged at that.

"Your funeral."

Beacon Academy

Teams RWBY and the remaining three members of team JNPR stared at the writhing screaming figure of Jaune Arc with varying degrees of worry. He was currently strapped to a bed in the infirmary, and was on fire.

"So he just burst into flames?"

The blonde brawler of team RWBY asked as she turned to face Pyrrha. The Champion started at the question and turned to answer.

"Yes, I don't know what happened,one second he was fine, the next…"

Ruby leaned forward with a troubled look on her face as she stared at her fellow leader.

"You think...this is his Semblance acting up?"

Surprisingly, it was the usually quiet Ren who gave her an answer

"That is a possibility…. Although, I've never heard of a semblance that could harm its user."

"I think we're ignoring another possibility."

All eyes turned to Blake Belladonna, the raven haired ninja of team RWBY.

"Something outside of his control could be affecting him, and his Semblance is merely reacting to it."

The other teens considered the option before Ruby spoke up with a cautionary tone.

"You think it may have something to do with Hell?"

The room went silent after that. After they had first heard Jaune mention the mysterious "Hell" an effort, lead by Pyrrha, had been made to discover what exactly it was, they had checked everywhere, the internet, the library, and they had even asked a few of their professors, but it was all to no avail. Their musings were interrupted by Jaune's renewed screams as he thrashed at an even greater rate than before, with the flames flaring with a greater intensity. They all stared on the screaming youth with mixed looks of compassion, with one of them giving a look that conveyed...a bit more.

"Jaune…"

Pyrrha thought as she clasped her hands before her chest.

"Please...be safe."

Many Years Before The Fall…

Lucifer hated this. He was currently seated in a chair, attired in formal robes, while his mother attacked his hair with a wet comb, and she was losing.

"I...am the Goddess...of Creation! And I will NOT be bested by this...damned...uncooperative hair!"

Lucifer sighed and winced as he felt strands of his hair get pulled out by the roots.

"Mom-OW! I don't understand why this is necessary."

He felt another couple strands get lost to the wind as his Mother gritted her teeth in frustration.

"This is necessary Lucifer, because we are having dinner with the Lord of Hell, and we do so looking like Angels, not Demons."

At that moment, the doors flew open and Amenadiel stormed into the room.

"Big Sister!" Lucifer said with a cry of horror, "What happened to you?"

For Amenadiel had, for the first time in her life, donned makeup, and was wearing a cocktail dress. Upon hearing Lucifers cry, Amenadiels face grew panicked, and she dashed for the mirror.

"What?! Did I smudge the makeup? Damn it! I knew I should have asked Uriel for help!"

As she bent forward to look at herself in the mirror Lucifer saw, to his horror, that her dress hugged her hips, and seemed designed to show off her ass.

"Why are you wearing-Oh...I get it."

His Mother turned to him, only to start when she saw the large grin forming on her sons face. Her eyes narrowed, and her tone became warning,

"You 'get' what exactly Lucifer."

"Amenadiel's trying to show off for her girlfriend."

Instantly Amenadiel whipped around her face bright red as she sputtered at her younger brother.

"Mazikeen Isn't my girlfriend!"

"I never said 'Mazikeen' was." Lucifers grin grew wider. Amenadiel seemed lost for a few seconds, before she started toward her younger brother.

"Why you little-" suddenly a hand fell on her shoulder and she turned to see her Mother wearing the sweetest, and most terrifying smile she had ever seen in her life.

"Amenadiel sweetie...If you even THINK about getting into a fight with your little brother which will inevitably muss up the hair I spent THREE HOURS on. I don't care how many millennia old you are, I WILL put you over my knee."

Amenadiel could only stare at her mother in abject terror.

"Yes Mom."

Instantly the aura of terror vanished as the sweetness of their mothers smile turned genuine.

"Good girl, now go get ready for the banquet, you look very beautiful, the dress is a bit flashy for my tastes, but it'll do." Amenadiel gave a small smile at that.

"Thank you Mother."

"You're welcome dear."

Lucifer's mother turned to him with a critical eye,

"Now Lucifer, this is a very important dinner, so there will be NO fighting with Michael, do you understand me?"

At this, Lucifer's expression turned sour and he turned his gaze downward.

"I'll behave if she does."

"Lucifer…"

His Mother's tone turned warning.

"All right! Allright!"

His Mother's expression softened considerably.

"You know I love you, right Samael?"

"Samael" had been what his Mother had wanted to name him, but his father had insisted on giving him the name Lucifer, since them Samael had become an affectionate nickname.

"Yeah, yeah Mom, I know."

"Good, now let's go, it doesn't do good to keep the Lord Of Hell waiting."

Several Years Before The Fall…

Lucifer smirked as he ducked under the massive arm that came swinging at him.

"Y'know, sometimes I wonder-"

He dodged to the left as a second arm came down on him,

"Why you demons even bother to come here."

He looked up into the face of the massive Man with bat wings and a whip in the image of a serpent. He leapt up into the air and twisted, his wings carrying him above the snake whip that suddenly came striking down at him.

"I mean, you must know that we'll just send you back to Hell, so why do you even bother?"

The demon snarled as he stared at the Archangel that was hovering in front of his face.

"Arrogant Gnat! I am Astaroth! I am The True Lord Of Hell!"

Astaroth was cut off as Lucifer shot forward and with a single slash, cut out his tongue!

"Y'know, it's funny, they all say that, they all think just because they have enough power to enter the mortal world, it makes them stronger than Mephisto. Well, let me tell you something demon. You don't hold a candle to him, and he doesn't hold a candle to me."

With that, Lucifer shot forward, delivering blows faster than the eye could track! He moved from the top of the demon to the bottom, leaving thousands of deep cuts in his wake! Astaroth stood still for a moment, before falling face first into the dirt. After a moment, his body burst into flame, and melted away. Smirking, Lucifer turned,

"It's alright, you can come out now."

Slowly, people began to emerge from the ruins of a village that had previously been hidden by the large demon. They looked around, their expressions turning from fear, to relief, to awe. A rather fat man in black robes with a large cross bouncing on his chest ran up to him

"Tha-thank you. Praise be to God for sending one of his children to strike that unholy beast down! Praise God!"

Lucifer's face hardened a bit at that, but he kept his smile up and turned to the Priest.

"It was no trouble, no need to thank-"

"HAIL! Hail To The Son Of God!"

Smiles breaking out on their faces, the villagers took up the cry with great enthusiasm,

"Hail To The Son Of God!"

"HAIL TO THE SON OF GOD!"

At that point, Lucifer's smile vanished, his expression turning to one of annoyance.

"There is REALLY no need to thank me-"

The priest suddenly grabbed Lucifer's arm and began practically dragging Lucifer toward the church.

"You must come to the church milord! We will hold a special service in your honor!"

"I assure you, that isn't necessary-"

"MY LORD!"

A lone voice broke through the crowd and a young girl burst through the crowd and feel at his feet,

"Please Lord, I beg you-"

She was interrupted by the Priest who leapt forward with his arm raised to strike her across the face.

"Away you hated Cur! How dare you sully this place with your presence!"

His arm moved down, but before it could make contact with the girls face, Lucifer caught the arm and wrenched it back.

"That is enough."

He then turned to the girl that had prostrated herself before him and knelt down to her level.

"Now, how can I help you?"

The girl lifted her face up and Lucifer sharply drew in his breath as he stared at a pair of startlingly green eyes, framed in a curtain of red hair. She was the most beautiful thing Lucifer had ever seen in his life. He was drawn out of his thoughts when the girl sat up and thrust the body of a girl that could be no older than five or six at him,

"My sister Lord, please, I beg you to help her!"

Lucifer took the child and examined her, her small frame was covered in cuts and her forehead was burning to the touch. Lucifer looked up at the girl who had brought the child.

"What happened!?"

The girl shook slightly, before tears started to fall down her face slowly

"The fever started a few days ago, I tried to bring her to the church for healing, but they turned us away, and the cuts are from-are from-"

At that point she broke down and started sobbing. Abruptly Lucifer stood up and turned to the priest.

"Get her inside." He gestured to the sobbing girl.

"M-my Lord?!"

"NOW!"

The priest immediately went to the girls side and lifted her up, guiding her to the church. While Lucifer turned to the child, whose face seemed to be turning paler with every second, he turned to the watching crowd of villagers and gave a small smirk.

"You all may want to step back."

Suddenly, his wings unfurled and spread to their maximum span. Light began to radiate off of Lucifer at first dimly, then suddenly illuminating to the point that he resembled a blazing star. Then, just as quickly as it had appeared, the light faded. Lucifer looked down at the child in his arms and smiled as he saw that all of the cuts had disappeared, he placed his hand to the girls forehead and was relieved to find that it was quite cool. Smiling Lucifer stroud into the entryway of the church, inside he saw the Girl with the beautiful hair sitting on an alter sobbing while being consoled by a different priest than the one Lucifer had seen before. Hearing him approach the girl shot to her feet and ran forward.

"Is she-"

"She'll be fine, I expect she'll wake up in a couple of hours, you little sister is a strong one."

The Girl turned to him her eyes shining in gratitude.

" Bless you Lord! May I ask your name?"
For a moment, Lucifer was shocked, no mortal had ever asked him what his name was, they were all content with singing praises to "The Son Of God."Although he didn't know it at that time, this was one of the most important moments of Lucifer's long, long life. For this seemingly innocent question was the beginning of the end, the beginning of his fall, for his answer, was his first act of rebellion.

"My name is L-...Samael. My name is Samael, may I ask yours?"

The girl smiling, wiped away her tears and looking directly into his eyes.

"My name is Lilith, Lord Samael."

The Fall

Lucifer opened his eyes and looked around blearily, where was he? He appeared to be in some manner of cave, it was incredibly hot, and he was dressed in rags, what had happened to him? He winced suddenly and gave a small gasp as he felt a sharp pain in his back, confused he felt around, hoping to locate the source of his pain. He suddenly froze, then his other hand leapt up to join his other on his back, both scrambled around his back searching because he couldn't find them. Where were they?! Where were his wings?! Where Were His Wings?! WHERE WERE HIS WINGS?! Lucifer was hyperventilating trying to find his wings when it suddenly came rushing back to him, his rage, his refusal, his battle with Michael, Amenadiel bringing him down, his father raising the flaming sword above his head, the agony of having his wings severed, and finally, the despair as he fell for what felt like an eternity. It was too much for Lucifer to handle, he fell to his knees and began to sob. Everything he knew was gone, his wings had been severed from his body, and now, he could never go home again. Then, slowly, ever slowly, something changed, it was as though a dying fire had suddenly found a new spark. As, with the intensity of an inferno Lucifer's despair turned to rage, he leapt to his feet with a cry of anger,

"FAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEERRRRRRR!"

The cave around him shook with his scream of fury.

"Can you hear me Father?! Do you think this will stop me?! This is only the beginning Father! This won't stop me! Nothing will stop me! By throwing me to hell you have just given me a kingdom to rule and an army to command! And under me that army will march on the gates of Heaven! AND THAT, FATHER, IS SOMETHING THAT I DO PROMISE! DO YOU HEAR ME FATHER!? ONE DAY YOU WILL REGRET THIS! YOU WILL SUFFER DO YOU HEAR ME!? THE GOLDEN CITY WILL BE MINE!"

Silence, if his father had heard him, he gave no response. Then, slow and very sarcastic clapping filled the chamber, Lucifer turned to face a man with completely red skin and who was garbed in red robes.

"Mephisto."

The Lord Of Hell made a disapproving noise and wagged his finger at Lucifer.

"Ah, ah, ah. That's LORD Mephisto to you 'Fallen one.'"

The demon smirked and withdrew a chain whip. (The thing that Ghost Rider uses)

"Now on your knees little man, before your master."

With ferocity, he brought the whip down hard, with an insane glee in his eyes. But that glee soon turned to shock as Lucifer caught the whip just before it hit his face, and jerked it out of Mesphisto's hand. He quickly caught the hilt of the whip and examined the weapon he had just claimed.

"This is the whip of vengeance, isn't it? I thought it was supposed to be on fire."

Mesphisto snarled at that and took a step back,

"Ignorant fool, the whip only ignites for the one it chooses to recognize as master."

Just then, the whip's chain links ignited. Lucifer gave a small smirk.

"Well, Would'a look at that."

Lucifer took a step forward, the whip clinking behind him as he approached the now clearly afraid demon.

"Y-you cannot touch me boy! I am the Lord of Hell!"

Lucifer snarled.

"Not anymore."

He flicked his wrist and the whip shot forward, striking Mephisto with a loud WH-TSH! The second the chain touched the former lord he burst into flame and screamed as he disintegrated into nothing. Lucifer stared at the pile of ashes on the ground that had been until recently, the ruler of hell. Then he reared his head back, and laughed. He laughed long and hard. And while he laughed, tears began to leak out of his eyes, they fell fast and hard, but Lucifer kept laughing. In that small cave in the belly of Hell, Lucifer laughed, and for the last time in his life, he cried.

Vale

"WHY ISN'T IT WORKING!?"

The scream of rage echoed throughout the church as The Bishop slammed his hands onto the altar that the still fresh corpse of the young girl lay. At first the results had been promising, the moment that the knife had entered the girls chest, the pentagram that they pad painted with blood burst into flames, but, after that, nothing had happened. They had all been waiting for hours, but nothing had happened. The Bishop was in a fury, for the past few hours, all he had done was pace around the Church and occasionally glance at the altar. Meanwhile in another area of the abandoned Church, a boy was crying. He was a small boy, but he had been much smaller when the bishop had picked him up off the street. Then he had been this, and weak. Now the boy had something resembling a proper human body. The boy was no more than ten years old, and named Rusty for his grandfather, and his mother had died before giving him his father's surname, at least, that's what the matron at the orphanage had told him before he'd run away, but he'd never believed that. Because, for whatever reason, the matron HATED him and he always thought it had something to do with who his father had been. But he'd never found out. Instead, he'd run, stole, and survived on whatever scrapping he could find, until a man with long red robes had offered him a home. At the time he'd thought it was a gift from the gods. He'd quickly learned otherwise, the Men in robes worshiped a completely different god than any he'd ever heard of, it was a god of fire, and brimstone, and evil. It was a god they called "Lucifer" and he terrified Rusty, and now he had killed for the god that frightened him. He could still hear the girls muffled screams, her tears, and her blood that had splashed onto him when he'd driven the knife into her chest. He sniffed and tried to wipe away his tears, then he sighed and thunked his head into the wall behind him.

"Psst! Kid! Hey Kid!"

Rusty looked around for the source of the voice he had heard, but he failed to locate it, until he turned his head and saw a slightly ajar door. Slowly he stood up, and approached the door. Slowly, ever so slowly, he poked his head through and looked around the room. It was a lavish office with several oddities such as the large pentagram painted on the back wall, and the knife on the desk. But by far, the most peculiar thing was the large cage in the corner of the room that contained the biggest snake Rusty had ever seen in his life. When he stepped into the room the snake raised its head and stared directly at him, Rusty was a little unnerved by the large snake, but he continued to look for the source of the voice.

"Over here kid."

Rusty's head whipped around in the direction of the voice and was once again, eye to eye with the snake. Confused Rusty examined the cage more closely, looking for a space behind it, or possibly a door. As he did so the snake moved forward ever so slightly so it was perfectly level with his eyes, at that moment an insane idea entered Rusty's head. Just as quick as it appeared, he dismissed it with a scoff, the very idea was ridiculous.

"Get a grip Rusty, snake can't-"

"Can't what kid? Talk?"

Rusty starred in abject shock for a few seconds before yelping and throwing himself back so he landed right on his ass.

"Geez kid, whatsa matter? Never seen a demon before?"

Rusty starred with pure terror on his face, he was trembling and trying to process just what it was that he was seeing.

"The snake is talking, th-the sn-snake is t-talking."

"Yes I'm talkin, it's not that hard, I just move my mouth, work my tongue, and wouldn't you know it, the most amazing things come out."

Slowly, Rusty stood up and cautiously approached the large snake.

"How are you talking?"

"I told you kid, I'm a demon."

Rusty immediately took a step back

""You're a demon!?"

The snake sighed and dipped his head in exasperation and let out a sigh.

"Don't worry kid I'm not gonna eat your soul, or whatever it is that you mortals think that we demons do. Honestly, how can someone 'eat a soul' it's ridiculous."

Rusty calmed down a bit at those words and once again approached the snake slowly.

"So if you don't want to eat my soul, what do you want?"

The snake suddenly shot forward, just before it could slip between the bars, a barrier formed around the cage, and the snake slammed into it and fell back.

"You see that kid? It's a barrier that's keeping me in here, and 'what I want' is to get out of here. So, you want to make a deal?"

Rusty starred at the snake with suspicion in his eyes.

"What exactly do you mean by 'make a deal'?"

"Look, I've been watching you kid, and I can tell you're not like them, I mean you were just crying in the hallway."

"I wasn't crying!"

"Look, kid there isn't anything wrong with crying, Hell, I can't count the amount of times my master cried when his big sister picked on him, or when his dad brushed him off… But that's beside the point."

"And what exactly is the point?"

"The point, my impatient young friend, is that if you get me outta here, I'll get you outta here."

"And what makes you think I WANT to leave?"

The snake did the closest thing it could to raising an eyebrow.

"Buddy, com'on I've seen the way you look at the place, the quick glances of fear you give to the Bishop, you hate it here."

Rusty slowly hung his head and started trembling.

"I-I'm scared. I-I want to leave, believe me I want to, but I'm scared of what they'll do to me if I do."

The snake slowly slithered forward, until it's face was right up against the barrier.

"Alright then kid, here's the deal, you get me outta this cage, and I get us both outta here, deal?"

He held up his tail to shake. Rusty stepped forward his arm outstretched, them he hesitated.

"How do I know I can trust you?"

"C'mon kid I'm a demon! My word is my bond!"

Rusty hesitated for a brief second, then pushed his hand forward. Surprisingly, it sunk straight through the barrier, he clasped the snake's tail in his hand and shook it.

"It's a deal, by the way, I never got your name."

"The names Satan kid, and I can tell this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

Beacon Academy

Lucifer shot up with a gasp, he glanced around and his eyes were drawn to a figure slumped in a chair next to him. He gave a small chuckle when he recognized the form of Pyrrha Nikos, of course she'd be here. Maneuvering carefully, he got out of the bed, he then gently picked up Pyrrha and placed her into bed. He then proceeded to tuck her in, and brushed some loose hairs out of her face. He giggled slightly at the absurdity of the situation.

"The devil, tucking some mortal girl into bed. If Maze could see me she'd have a riot."

Lucifer sighed and stepped out of the room and saw to his shock that not only were Ren and Nora asleep in the waiting room, but so was team RWBY. Something very odd happened to Lucifer at that moment, a peculiar warmth that had nothing to do with the flames he commanded was rising in his chest, it felt… Nice. But then the feeling faded as his thoughts turned to the events of today, someone here, on Remnant, had tried to summon him. Not only that, but they had killed someone to do it, he had felt that poor girls soul, screaming as it was sucked into Hell. He prayed that Maze would find her and place her with the other innocent souls of Hell who lived free of torment. But that didn't matter right now, what did matter was that for the first time since before he fell, in this strange world that wasn't his own, Lucifer The Fallen Angel Of The Morning Star, was happy. But now was something out there was threatening that happiness, and THAT would NOT stand. Lucifer was going to find whoever it was that had done this and he was going to send them to join that poor girl that they had murdered. He was going to punish them, because after all, punishment is what The Devil does.

That, Took WAY longer to write than it should have, I'm so sorry everyone, I got severe writer's block halfway through. But here it is Ch.2 is all done! And thank The Devil for that! In this chapter we were introduced to several pivotal characters including my first original character, who while getting his own subplot, will not feature heavily beyond this arc. So for those who like him, he will be prominent in the next chapter, for those who don't like him, after that, he won't be around much. And we were also introduced to my favorite character, Satan! I always imagine him having Billy Crystal's voice when I write his lines. Anyway, please review and tell me what you thought! See you all next time

~The Hand Of Fate