A/N: This was my first Lucifer fic, actually (or maybe the crossover was, I'm not sure). Either way, enjoy. This is a situation I was super fascinated by but I wanted to keep it short and dramatic.

JSYK, I totally made this other angel up. I wanted someone else there but I'm not familiar with the comic book universe and I also didn't want a well-known angel (like Michael or Uriel), so I grabbed an obscure name. He's one of the "seven angels of punishment" if you want to look them up.

Feedback and constructive criticism are always welcome!

"No!" the Lightbringer cries, beating his wings in protest. "You can't keep me here."

"We have orders."

"Orders? Orders? You still want to follow His orders after everything? Amenadiel, Makatiel, we're brothers! I was loyal to our Father, I loved Him, and this is what it got me! But you still want to follow His orders?"

"You were not loyal, Lightbringer," Makatiel hisses. His deep red wings spread dangerously, as if to attack or to carry him into the air. "You're a monster, Lucifer—a disgrace. Our Father was only being fair."

"How dare you," the Dawnbringer roars, stretching his wings out to either side of him as his eyes flash red. The heavenly light still clinging to his beautiful white feathers flares against the oppressing blue glow of Hell. "My name is Samael. I have a role, heaven needs me—"

"Not anymore, Lucifer," Makatiel says smugly. "You'll take your other name. You may have a role, but not in heaven. You're not an angel anymore."

Lucifer growls and starts to lunge toward Makatiel, but Amenadiel steps between them.

"Calm yourselves, both of you. Makatiel, we're not here to taunt. Leave."

Makatiel sneers and backs away. He spreads his wings and disappears.

As Amenadiel moves to leave, Lucifer puts a hand on his shoulder. "Brother, please," he says, and there's more than anger in his eyes now. Desperation, maybe fear. "Don't condemn me to this existence. Don't leave me with all these miserable souls. I don't want this. I don't deserve this."

Amenadiel steps away, letting the Morningstar's hand fall back to his side. "I'm sorry, Samael—Lucifer. Like I said, we have orders. It's what He wants. You're the Satan now."

Lucifer scoffs. "The adversary," he sneers. "I loved Him, Amenadiel. I was never His adversary. And I was never theirs, either," he adds before his brother can speak. "I'm the Morningstar, bringer of light. I'm no Satan, brother." When the other angel just shakes his head, he adds, "Please."

"You did this to yourself," Amenadiel says, setting his jaw and spreading his great black wings. "You must come to terms with the consequences."

"No," he protests as Amenadiel lifts off. "No, brother, please! I don't deserve this!"

But he's gone, and there's silence. With a cry of rage, the Dawnbringer tries to rise into the air, but his wings only scrape against the rocky ceiling of Hell's cavern. He lands heavily in a swirl of feathers and ash. After a moment, an intangible weight pulls him to his knees as the screams of damned souls close in.