The legends were wrong. There were five archangels, two who rebelled. Enochian lore says that the renegade angels were lovers, bound to their fate as they were bound to each other
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Lucifer had spent enough time among the mortals to know that staring was socially unacceptable. But after centuries of criscrossing the globe, searching for where Samael had been hidden, he’d finally found him. His lost love. He can still remember the anguish screaming across Samael’s grace as they were ripped apart for the last time. Samael sentenced to live out life after life as a mortal while Lucifer was thrown into the fire and pain of the Cage.
He knew the moment he saw the remarkable young man that it was him. The echo of an archangel’s true voice behind his laugh, the brightness of his soul gleaming like a captive star.
Samael. Although the name tag simply read “Sam”.
His own grace flared as he tore his gaze back to the display case. “I’m not sure what I’m in the mood for. What do you recommend?”
Sam felt a swell of warmth through his entire body as the man spoke. That was not normal. Every part of him ached for the stranger who had just come in his door.
Coming back to his senses, Sam cleared his throat and stayed firmly behind the counter when he would normal approach the customer to help.
"The, uh... the double fudge brownies are my best seller," he said, fumbling over his words.
“Double fudge?” Lucifer had developed something of a penchant for chocolate since his escape from Hell. Admittedly, it had all started when he first encountered Devil’s Food Cake and was confused enough to try it.
He smiled at the sound of his voice. It was a faint, insubstantial echo of his true voice, but it was familiar enough to fill him with warmth.
“All right. You’ve sold me. I’ll take one.. Sam.” It was enough to be close to him now.
His brownie paid for and in a little plastic shell container, he couldn’t help but linger near the bakery. After millenia apart, he couldn’t bear being too far from Sam.
Even after watching the man leave his bakery, he could still feel him. It was like his voice had seeped into his soul, keeping the stranger near him despite any physical distance.
He felt a low ache when he realized he hadn't gotten the man's name. Sam couldn't imagine not seeing him again, despite only just meeting him. Sam realized he was in trouble here. There was no reason he should feel so connected to a complete stranger.
The bakery closed just an hour later, and Sam locked up quickly, wanting to get home and hopefully forget this day.
Lucifer needed time to consider his approach, now that he had at last found Samael. He couldn’t simply expect Sam to fall into his arms, it was clear that he did not remember his true nature or anything of his history, or the past joys that they had shared as archangels. Brownie in hand, he sat on the roof of the bakery, hidden from view while he thought.
The rattling of the door snapped him out of his thoughts and he watched Sam locking up for the night. His grace ached for the warmth of his lover and he longed to catch him close, hold him in his arms and hear him whisper his name again.
A frown creased his brow as he watched two men cut across the street to approach him. Men with dark smudges on their souls.
Men who meant to do his Samael harm.
A fierce, almost joyful grin slowly curled his lips.
Sam didn't even see the men until they were right on top of him, pushing him back against the door of his bakery. He cried out, arms coming up to protect himself from the flurry of punches aimed at his face.
The other man searched Sam's pockets, searching for the money he'd taken from the register to put in the bank.
Probably not their best choice in robbery victims.
A rush of air and Lucifer is behind them, a telekenetic blast sending both muggers careening backwards. One slams into a dumpster with a hollow bang. The second one hits a wall and drops like a ragdoll. Anger coils hot along his grace, demanding that he smite the two that dared to hurt his love. Tear them apart with his bare hands for daring to lay a hand on the one he'd searched the entire miserable planet for.
One look at the pain on Sam's face and that rage bled away.
Samael could always do that. Calm him with a look, a tender brush of grace.
He knelt down, taking Sam's elbows and gently helping him to his feet. "Are you all right? Did they hurt you?"
The warmth that Sam had felt when the stranger entered his bakery was nothing compared to what he felt now. His entire body tingled with the strength of it, and a bizarre sense of deja vu overtook him. This man was no stranger. He could feel it. His wide hazel eyes looked between the two men who had just attacked him, then finally settled on his saviour.
"Who are you?" he asked, voice just a whisper. He was trembling from the adrenaline rushing through his system, but he was relatively unharmed. He would have a few bruises along the lengths of his arms, but nothing serious.
Lucifer can't stop himself. He reaches out, touching Sam's cheek and banishing his injuries with a thought. There's the barest flicker of recognition in his eyes. At least some part of him remembers and that gives him more hope than he's had in an age.
"I've been searching for you for centuries, Sam. And I've finally found you. No one will ever hurt you like that again, I swear to you."
But part of him did. He felt this hole in his chest- something he'd never noticed- finally fill with a warmth and sense of home that he'd never felt before. Whoever this was, Sam needed to know him. Needed to have him in his life. He wasn't sure of much, but he knew he wouldn't survive a separation from him.
Lucifer picks up the bank deposit bag. "We should probably do this inside somewhere, Sam. Let's get you home, we can talk there. I'll explain everything."
As they walk to the bank deposit and towards Sam's, Lucifer hovers close. He doesn't come right out and hold Sam's arm or and, but his hand is constantly drifting. A brush against his shoulder, the small of his back. Anything to stay in contact with him.
Sam nodded absently, still taking in the archangel's face. That sense of deja vu came back a million times stronger. This man was important. He could feel it in his gut.
The man walked slowly, not knowing how injured he was from the attack. (Or that Lucifer had healed him.) After nearly half an hour, he let Lucifer into his apartment, pulling a beer from the fridge. He had a feeling he'd need a little alcohol in him.
He'd missed this so much. The sense of completion being near his love after so long apart. He was mortal, but it was still his Samael. His love.
"Sit, Sam. Please." Lucifer opened the bottle and make sure he was comfortable on the couch. Don't mind if he fusses just a little bit before moving to sit beside him. "I'm not a human. I'm an archangel. My name is Lucifer and I have been searching for you Sam for millenia." He pushes a wayward lock of hair behind his ear. Now that he's found him, he can't see to stop touching him.
Sam wanted to be skeptical. This man who had so abruptly come into his life was now claiming to be an exiled archangel who had spent thousands of years searching for him. There was no way he was for real.
But he knew he was telling the truth. Every part of him knew it. The man- no, archangel- sitting beside him was Lucifer. The Lucifer. And he wanted Sam.
"Why?" he asked, skin tingling from the archangel's touch.
Lucifer slid his hands into Sam's. "Have you ever heard the legend of the fallen archangels? There are five, not four. Two archangels were lovers. They rebelled against God's plan, because they couldn't be asked to love humans more than they loved God. More than they loved each other. As punishment, they were torn from each other. One, was cast into Hell, into a Cage of eternal torment. The other had his grace ripped away, sentenced to live out life as a mortal from life to life."
"Samael." He reaches out, cupping his jaw with one hand. "I've been searching for you for so long. My lost love. I escaped the Cage to find you."
The idea of anything abnormal happening in his life was one he didn't entertain. He liked his life the way it was: uneventful and, well, normal.
So when a man entered his bakery one morning, he didn't think anything of it. Just another normal customer, he was sure.
"How can I help you?"
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Lucifer had spent enough time among the mortals to know that staring was socially unacceptable. But after centuries of criscrossing the globe, searching for where Samael had been hidden, he’d finally found him. His lost love. He can still remember the anguish screaming across Samael’s grace as they were ripped apart for the last time. Samael sentenced to live out life after life as a mortal while Lucifer was thrown into the fire and pain of the Cage.
He knew the moment he saw the remarkable young man that it was him. The echo of an archangel’s true voice behind his laugh, the brightness of his soul gleaming like a captive star.
Samael. Although the name tag simply read “Sam”.
His own grace flared as he tore his gaze back to the display case. “I’m not sure what I’m in the mood for. What do you recommend?”
Samael. My love. I found you.
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Coming back to his senses, Sam cleared his throat and stayed firmly behind the counter when he would normal approach the customer to help.
"The, uh... the double fudge brownies are my best seller," he said, fumbling over his words.
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He smiled at the sound of his voice. It was a faint, insubstantial echo of his true voice, but it was familiar enough to fill him with warmth.
“All right. You’ve sold me. I’ll take one.. Sam.” It was enough to be close to him now.
His brownie paid for and in a little plastic shell container, he couldn’t help but linger near the bakery. After millenia apart, he couldn’t bear being too far from Sam.
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He felt a low ache when he realized he hadn't gotten the man's name. Sam couldn't imagine not seeing him again, despite only just meeting him. Sam realized he was in trouble here. There was no reason he should feel so connected to a complete stranger.
The bakery closed just an hour later, and Sam locked up quickly, wanting to get home and hopefully forget this day.
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The rattling of the door snapped him out of his thoughts and he watched Sam locking up for the night. His grace ached for the warmth of his lover and he longed to catch him close, hold him in his arms and hear him whisper his name again.
A frown creased his brow as he watched two men cut across the street to approach him. Men with dark smudges on their souls.
Men who meant to do his Samael harm.
A fierce, almost joyful grin slowly curled his lips.
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The other man searched Sam's pockets, searching for the money he'd taken from the register to put in the bank.
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A rush of air and Lucifer is behind them, a telekenetic blast sending both muggers careening backwards. One slams into a dumpster with a hollow bang. The second one hits a wall and drops like a ragdoll. Anger coils hot along his grace, demanding that he smite the two that dared to hurt his love. Tear them apart with his bare hands for daring to lay a hand on the one he'd searched the entire miserable planet for.
One look at the pain on Sam's face and that rage bled away.
Samael could always do that. Calm him with a look, a tender brush of grace.
He knelt down, taking Sam's elbows and gently helping him to his feet. "Are you all right? Did they hurt you?"
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"Who are you?" he asked, voice just a whisper. He was trembling from the adrenaline rushing through his system, but he was relatively unharmed. He would have a few bruises along the lengths of his arms, but nothing serious.
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"I've been searching for you for centuries, Sam. And I've finally found you. No one will ever hurt you like that again, I swear to you."
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But part of him did. He felt this hole in his chest- something he'd never noticed- finally fill with a warmth and sense of home that he'd never felt before. Whoever this was, Sam needed to know him. Needed to have him in his life. He wasn't sure of much, but he knew he wouldn't survive a separation from him.
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As they walk to the bank deposit and towards Sam's, Lucifer hovers close. He doesn't come right out and hold Sam's arm or and, but his hand is constantly drifting. A brush against his shoulder, the small of his back. Anything to stay in contact with him.
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The man walked slowly, not knowing how injured he was from the attack. (Or that Lucifer had healed him.) After nearly half an hour, he let Lucifer into his apartment, pulling a beer from the fridge. He had a feeling he'd need a little alcohol in him.
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"Sit, Sam. Please." Lucifer opened the bottle and make sure he was comfortable on the couch. Don't mind if he fusses just a little bit before moving to sit beside him. "I'm not a human. I'm an archangel. My name is Lucifer and I have been searching for you Sam for millenia." He pushes a wayward lock of hair behind his ear. Now that he's found him, he can't see to stop touching him.
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But he knew he was telling the truth. Every part of him knew it. The man- no, archangel- sitting beside him was Lucifer. The Lucifer. And he wanted Sam.
"Why?" he asked, skin tingling from the archangel's touch.
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"Samael." He reaches out, cupping his jaw with one hand. "I've been searching for you for so long. My lost love. I escaped the Cage to find you."
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