So new story! This one is pretty well planned out. Will have at least 5 more chapters. Michael is pretty much the bad guy in this. Sorry guys. Special appearances from Death later on!

No I'm not finished with What is and What is Not nor Sacrilege. I am just writing this in the meantime. I am also working on both a Percy Jackson fanfic and a Percy Jackson Supernatural crossover. Look forward to it.

IMPORTANT: If you also read What is and What is Not, please leave a comment/review about where you would like Moriarty's scavenger hunt to take the guys. Please include a place (in or around London) and a clue to get there. Your idea would definitely help me write faster!

Disclaimer: I do not own. Obviously.

Really important: this verse is slightly AU. The angels do not need to take vessels on earth, they just collapse their grace into human form, therefore giving them pre-determined features. Also, Lucifer never rebelled, therefore he was still in heaven. Yes there are still demons. How? Because deal with it.

Lucifer roared in rage at the female angel. How dare she defile his grace this way!? This temptress who deceived his senses for her own gain. His affection for her had always felt wrong, off, unnatural, and now he could see why. The angel had dared to tempt him, to cast a spell upon him! He, an archangel. One of his father's favorites. And yet still, he still feels the effects of the angel's spell.

He stabbed his blade through Isda's chest, watching in triumph as she screamed, her grace imploding in on itself before sizzling into nothingness. Lucifer took a deep breath, relishing in the final releasement of the traitor's spell of affection. He felt only hate for her now.

A small sound drew Lucifer's attention to the bundle Isda had dropped. He stepped closer in confusion as he felt the small being's grace. It was a child- a fledgling- created from a piece of Lucifer's own grace, stolen by that witch, yet the grace was no longer Lucifer's. It was still similar, yes, but similar in a way that a son is to their father. Son. That thought resonated through Lucifer's mind as he stared down at the small angel. His from was barely contained in a projection. His small body like a human baby, wide hazel eyes staring back at Lucifer in wonder. The boy shifted out of the bundle he'd been wrapped in and Lucifer fought back a gasp of horror. The child had wings, like any other angel, well archangel due to the three pairs but… They were black. Pitch black. The color of the fallen. The unnatural fledgling had been born corrupted. Dark.

But Lucifer forgot all these thoughts as the child suddenly reached out, gripping tightly to a corner of Lucifer's own white wing which had reached forward in curiosity. Lucifer froze. Only the closest angels allowed each other to interact with their wings. It was an act of intimacy, commonly performed between family or lovers. Yet with this child, the act did not feel revolting as it usually would. Instead, it felt right. Safe. Warm.

Lucifer can't allow this child to be killed. The other angels would only see the child as an abomination but not Lucifer. He recognized the fledgling as what it truly was.

A part of Lucifer. His family. His son. Samael.

Break

"What are you doing brother!?" Michael demanded as Lucifer cradled Samael safely in his arms. Protected from everyone. From Michael.

"I don't know what you mean," Lucifer feigned ignorance at Michael's rage.

"Lucifer," Michael growled. "Give me the abomination! He must be eliminated."

"No," Lucifer answered simply, clutching Samael to his chest. "I will not let you. Samael is under my protection."

"Samael? You named the thing!?" Michael demanded, furious that his beloved brother was caring for such an abomination of grace.

"No!" Lucifer protested. "Father did!" Michael was momentarily speechless and instead scrubbed a hand across his face in agitation, hardly wanting to continue with their argument yet he couldn't give in now.

"Father did?" Michael questioned.

"Yes," Lucifer shifted Samael in his arms, looking down at the sleeping fledgling fondly. "The name came to me the moment I looked upon him." Michael sighed at his brother's antics.

"So father did not actually tell you his name." Michael clarified. It was not a question. Lucifer knew his brother though, knew where he was going with this.

"Just because he didn't explicitly speak to me doesn't mean father did not name him," Lucifer growled back.

"Lucifer," Michael sighed once again, fed up with arguing. "Just give me the child. You very well know the price for defending an enemy of heaven."

"He's just a child! How can he be an enemy of heaven!? He hasn't even done anything!" Lucifer protested. He was frightened, not only for his new child's safety but also of his brother's threat. Banishment to Earth was the price of a traitor.

"His existence makes him our enemy," Michael responded flatly. He was reaching his limit. The child needed to be taken care of. The thing was already corrupting his beloved brother with its unnatural nature.

"Michael!" Lucifer took a step back as Michael took one forward. "You're my brother and I love you, but this is my son! A being created from my grace. You cannot kill him!" But Michael was hardly listening, his mind made up. The child had to die.

"Last warning," Michael warned, dreading Lucifer's answer, yet already knowing it just the same. "Give me the child or I will be forced to exile both you and the child from Heaven. Please don't make me do that brother."

Lucifer just met Michael's gaze with sad eyes, Samael clutched to his chest protectively. "No one makes us do anything brother." He ceded. His final answer.

"I'm sorry," Tears slipped a new path down Michael's face but there was nothing he could do. He had his duty. He had to follow through.

"Goodbye brother," Lucifer could barely keep his own tears from falling. This was his brother, the one being he loved most, second only to their father himself. But even still, Samael was a gift from his father, a precious gift which he would never, will never give up. Even for his beloved brother.

So Lucifer simply looked down, his eyes meeting pure hazel ones as a now awake Samael stared right back. It was just a small twitch, nothing too incredible, but Lucifer swears Samael's lips twitched into his first smile. And that small thing, that small moment, was all the incentive Lucifer needed to close his eyes, a peaceful smile upon his face with Samael clutched close, and let everything go. And Lucifer fell.

And neither archangel ever noticed the honey gold eyes watching the entire scene in despair. The figure left in a flutter of wings.

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