Previously on chapter 1:
[ Time Skip 15 minutes later after being immobile for 5 hours ]
Shadow walked up the stairs limping slightly all bruised and bloody and Shadow knocked on the door and Charlie opened up the door and instantly rushed Shadow inside into the hotel and he just stood in front of the front door to the Hotel behind Shadow.
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➖note: till Shadow's wings can't flap ➖
Hell was lonely. despite the constant ear-piercing screams and shouts, it was embarrassingly silent in lucifer's quarters. despite the fires that went on outside, his room was cold, barren and he was ashamed. things were nice when Lilith was here- things were great, actually, but it wasn't long before she left and took everything with her. It was hard trying to reconnect. meeting up with his daughter again made him elated and nauseous all at once. her hotel was nice, it was cozy and although it had some odd décor, it was nice. the people were strange, but they were nice, too. That's all everything was, Just nice. Nothing was ever great or amazing- none of it was ever awful or horrific but things got better after hell went through it's (hopefully last) extermination. the hotel had been destroyed but rebuilt and it was amazing. he had grown closer with many of the hotel residents and even if some still stuck to his side like a tack. he was happy again and it was great, and things got even better when you showed up at the hotel. though, you did almost send the king into a cardiac arrest episode when you arrived, he was happy to see you, nonetheless you were bloodied and bruised, lacking wings and your halo. it was a disappointing sigh but. you still looked relatively the same, just hopeless. you looked like you had given up and Lucifer was getting you fixed up and clean wasn't a struggle, tending to your wounds was easy, but trying to get you to explain was awfully difficult. The moment you had stepped out of the guest bedroom, clean and dressed, lucifer was on you. arms wrapped around you insanely tight, tiptoeing when he squeezed you so hard your feet lifted off of the floor. once he put you back down, his hands were on the sides of your face, your head, your shoulders, turning you around and around to make sure it was really you. he rambled and babbled about how long it had been- how boring life had gotten. "know, i never actually expected to see you again," he started up once more, looking at you like some prize, "you still look the same . . . well, relatively and i mean you still are the same- how are you here? why are you here?" rambling. how pleasant. despite his constant touches and questions, you did your best to answer them and comply with where he moved you and he hadn't changed. "it's been hard down here without you," he laughs, "i mean i had to start doing things for myself, which is a little lame if you ask me." lucifer was still going. still ranting excitedly about how much he missed you. after some long moments of spinning, you around and repeating every other word, he was grabbing your shoulders and pulling you in for a second hug, knocking his hat off. The hug lasted longer than the other one, and this time he was quiet. his hands held you like you were a lifeline, forehead pressed to your collarbone as he inhaled sharply pulling back, hands still wrapped around you, he grinned like a fool. "welcome back." the corny bastard.-shadow wore a pure white and emerald green suit and has a 5ft'10in pure white and emerald dragon named Emerald was sitting next to shadow's feet as he had a bag tied to his neck as he was shadow's pet and messenger to the other archangels and God and shadow always wore an emerald green mask lined with gold and shadow had white hair with emerald green hair streaks, emerald eyeshadow with white eyeliner, emerald lipstick with white outline borders, shadow had pure white cane with an emerald at the top can turn into any weapon shadow chooses no knew about the cane except God, and shadow had emerald green colored eyes and he had a forked tongue just like a snake's on earth and shadow did have 8 pure emerald wings and pure white dove tipped feathers resembling peace and as he was The Archangel of Peace but he did something and fell his staff snapped in half, emerald halo shattered, and his 8 pure emerald wings and pure white dove tipped feathers resembling peace burnt to a crisp never to come back again and Lucifer than asked why shadow was here in Hell and shadow froze at the question and had a very hard time answering it.
Lucifer watched intently as you stood before him, your once glorious appearance now diminished. The sight of your broken halo, burnt wings, and shattered staff filled him with a mix of curiosity and concern. He could sense the turmoil within you, the weight of your past actions heavy upon your shoulders. "Well, well, well...look who we have here." *Lucifer drawled, his lips curving into a wry smile as he studied you thoroughly. "The Archangel of Peace himself, gracing the depths of Hell with his presence. Now, that's a sight I never thought I'd see. "He tapped his cane against the floor, the sound echoing through the room as he considered your predicament. "So, care to enlighten me, my dear? What could have possibly driven an esteemed Archangel like yourself to come slumming it down here in my domain?" His tone was light, but there was an underlying curiosity and concern lacing his words. Lucifer stepped closer, reaching out to gently touch the charred remnants of your wings, his expression momentarily softening with empathy. "Whatever happened, it seems you've been through quite the ordeal. Tell me, what brings you to my doorstep in such a...pitiful state?" He quirked a brow, his gaze searching your face for answers. Shadow tried to speak but no words came out and he didn't know how to tell Luci what happened as shadow was frozen to the spot.
Lucifer watched as you struggled to find the words, your usual eloquence seemingly abandoned in the face of whatever harrowing experience had brought you to this state. He could sense the turmoil radiating from you, the weight of your past actions clearly weighing heavily upon your soul. Stepping closer, Lucifer placed a hand on your shoulder, a rare gesture of reassurance from the often-flamboyant ruler of Hell. "Easy now, my dear. Take your time. I'm listening." His voice was unusually soft, the glow of concern in his eyes betraying his normally theatrical demeanor. Gently guiding you to a nearby chair, Lucifer settled you down, his hands moving to gently clasp yours as he crouched before you. "Whatever it is that's troubling you, you can trust me. After all, we go way back, don't we?" He offered you a wry smile, a glimmer of his usual playfulness peeking through. Squeezing your hands lightly, he waited patiently, allowing you the time and space to compose yourself and find the words to tell your story. The once proud Archangel of Peace reduced to this broken, haunted state had clearly shaken Lucifer, and he was determined to get to the bottom of it - not out of mere curiosity, but a genuine desire to understand and, if possible, help.
Shadow mumbled- do you remember what you told me after you fell to . . . not be like . . . you luci . . . ? Lucifer's brows furrowed with concern as he watched the guilt and anxiety play across your features. The usually poised and composed Archangel seemed so utterly broken before him, a stark contrast to the powerful, radiant being he remembered. Leaning in closer, Lucifer gently tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes, normally so vibrant and expressive, now held a solemn understanding, as if he already had an inkling of what you were about to reveal. "Go on, my dear," he coaxed softly, his voice a soothing, calming presence in the face of your apparent distress. "Whatever it is, you can tell me. I promise, I will not judge you. "Lucifer's thumb gently caressed your cheek, a small, reassuring smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "After all, we've been through so much together. I've seen you at your best and your worst, and still, you've remained one of the few I've ever truly trusted." His grip on your hands tightened ever so slightly. "So, please, tell me what has become of my dear Archangel of Peace."
Shadow muttered something very quietly i didn't listen to what you said, and Lucifer leaned in closer, his brow furrowing with concern as he strained to make out your barely audible words. Whatever had happened, it was clearly weighing heavily upon you, and he was determined to understand, to offer whatever solace and support he could. "I'm afraid I didn't quite catch that, my dear," he murmured, his voice soft and soothing. "You'll have to speak up a bit. I'm here, and I'm listening. Whatever it is you need to say, I promise I won't judge you." Lucifer's hands moved to gently cup your face, his thumbs brushing away any tears that may have fallen. The once flamboyant and theatrical ruler of Hell had set aside his usual bravado, replaced by a rare vulnerability and tenderness as he tried to coax the truth from you. "Please, Shadow," he urged gently. "Whatever it is, you can trust me. I've always been here for you, and I always will be. So, tell me...what happened?" His yellow eyes searched your face, silently pleading with you to open up, to let him in and share the burden that had so clearly broken you.
Shadow frowned slowly and spoke quietly i didn't listen to what you said and Lucifer's brow furrowed with concern as he heard your muted words, the once proud Archangel of Peace appearing so utterly broken before him. He could sense the weight of your confession, the guilt and anguish that threatened to consume you. Leaning in closer, Lucifer gently placed his hands on your shoulders, his grip firm yet reassuring. "Oh, my dear Shadow," he murmured, his voice laced with empathy. "What have you done?" Though his tone held no judgement, there was a deep sadness in Lucifer's eyes, a reflection of the struggles he himself had faced after his own fateful fall from grace. He knew all too well the torment of such a burden. Pulling you into a gentle embrace, Lucifer held you close, one hand cradling the back of your head as he offered what comfort he could. "Shhh, it's alright. I'm here, my dear. You don't have to carry this alone. "His voice was soft, soothing, a stark contrast to his usual theatrical bravado. In this moment, the King of Hell had set aside his mask, offering a glimpse of the once idealistic dreamer he had once been. "Tell me everything," *he murmured, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. "I promise, I will not turn you away. After all, we are kindred spirits, are we not?"
Shadow softly explained what happened and Lucifer did listen intently as you recounted the events that had led to your downfall, his expression shifting from one of concern to a saddened empathy. The weight of your confession was palpable, the guilt and anguish you carried etched upon your features. "Oh, Shadow..." he sighed, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. "I had no idea the burden you were shouldering. To think, you tried so hard to heed my warning, to not follow the same path I had..." Lucifer shook his head slowly, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. Pulling back slightly, he cupped your face in his hands, his yellow eyes searching your own with a rare vulnerability. "My dear, sweet Shadow. You've always been such a passionate idealist, just as I once was. But the weight of that responsibility, the pressure to always be the paragon of virtue..." He paused, his thumb gently brushing away a stray tear. "It's a heavy cross to bear, I know all too well." Lucifer's expression softened, a bittersweet smile tugging at his lips. "I wish I could say I'm surprised by what's happened, but alas, I've seen this story play out too many times before." Sighing heavily, he pulled you back into his embrace, his hand gently stroking your hair. "But you are not alone, my friend. You may have fallen, but I will be here to catch you, as I should have been all those years ago." Lucifer's voice held a rare tenderness, a glimpse of the dreamer he had once been, before the weight of his own failures had consumed him. "Together, we will find a way to mend your broken wings and restore your halo. I promise you, Shadow, I will not abandon you as I was once abandoned."
Shadow laid his forehead against lucifer's chest and sighed "Now since there's no more archangel of Peace in heaven there's no one to make sure and keep peace in check in heaven now. . . ." and Lucifer's brow furrowed with concern as the gravity of your words sank in. The absence of the Archangel of Peace in Heaven was a troubling realization, one that weighed heavily on his mind. "I see..." he murmured, his hand gently stroking your hair as he contemplated the implications. "Without the steady guiding presence of the Archangel of Peace, Heaven must be in a state of unrest, a delicate balance now disrupted." Pulling back slightly, Lucifer's hands moved to your shoulders, his yellow eyes locking with your own. "My dear Shadow, this is a grave matter indeed. The ramifications of your fall could be far-reaching, not just for you, but for all of creation." He paused, his expression growing thoughtful as he considered the weight of the situation. "Tell me, do you have any idea of the consequences that may have arisen in your absence? Any sense of the turmoil that may be brewing in the upper realms?" Lucifer's grip tightened ever so slightly, a rare urgency in his voice. "I must know, Shadow. The fate of Heaven and Hell may very well hinge on your answer. . . (To Be Continued)