A/N So. It's been over a year since I wrote this. It was practically abandoned. However, with the amazing TheResurrectionist having a birthday right now and all, I figured this called for a revival. This is for you, darling! :D ~Sammy

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the pieces of myself have jagged edges

"I thought it was my rage that kept drawing me back to you. Thought that I was called to you, because I was just so angry. Because you defeated me, and that infuriated me."

"I thought I wanted to break you."

Lucifer sniffed, eyes narrowed, wiping away a bead of sweat from his brow, leaving a smear of red in its wake. His hands were buried in Sam again, fingers peeling away layers of Sam's stomach, touch gentle- always so gentle.

"I was wrong," Lucifer said, laying out another strip of flesh on the examination table he'd set up at the start, when he'd decided that they were cataloguing Sam for the day.

"I never wanted to hurt you, Sam. How could I? You were made for me. The perfect human, all mine." Lucifer smiled, brushed a blood-slick hand over Sam's jaw, almost tender. "And, for the shortest time, I had you."

He laughed, soft and bitter. "You could feel it, right, Sam? You could feel how complete you were, after you said yes? You could feel all the empty spaces inside you just.. disappear?"

Sam's tongue had been the first to go, so he nodded and blinked and worked his jaw around a rough garble of noise.

Lucifer's grip tightened around a bloody kidney, and, for a moment, he considered simply crushing it before he loosened his fist and dropped it onto the table next to a length of intestine.

"I felt it too, felt this overwhelming sense of wholeness I never expected to have. That was one of my Father's punishments for me, you know? Letting me have everything I wanted, and then tearing it away from me. You know how that goes, don't you Sam? Having things taken from you?"

He stepped back and surveyed Sam with a gleam in his eyes, wings raised high, hands curled into claws. "I needed you, Sam. And you took yourself away from me."

"I need every part of you to be mine." He said, and when he smiled it was all gleaming teeth and wicked tongue. "I'm just gonna have to take you apart myself."

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He flew back to her when the sky was dark, the moon was a sliver of ivory in the sky, and he was furious.

Sabiem's angel was peaceful. He was quick to anger, she knew, but never like this. Never so fiercely, never enough for him to pick her up and slam her down on their bed, his hotcold hands wrapped around her arms tight enough to bruise her skin and leave them aching deep in her bones.

Her angel sat beside her on their rock and told her stories about the fish and the birds and the trees and the stars she counted in the sky and in the scattering of constellations on his back.

Sabiem's angel was holding her against his chest, rocking them back and forth, wings twitching and fluttering and puffing up and flattening out, and he looked so completely lost, she did not know what to do.

Her angel helped her sow seeds in the soil, digging his fingers into the ground, dirt staining his odd clothes and his skin, and when he looked up at her and smiled, the sun gave him a golden crown, and a kingdom of light.

Sabeim's angel was crying into her hair and saying things in that strange language of his, and he kept whispering I'm sorry, and she couldn't allow for that, not like this, so she rolled over until he was under her, pushed his wings down flat on the bed, and kissed him, deep. He was still crying though, and his wings were tense under her hands. She pulled back, but kept her lips pressed to his. She pushed his shirt of his shoulders.

"Let me take care of you, Lucifer."

It sounded like prayer.

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A/N Let me know what you thought in a review! :D ~Sammy