Someone Worthy
Title: Someone Worthy
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble (449 words)
Pairings: Lucifer/Jo
Era: Nothing specified (but, season 05?)
Warnings: None
Summary: He had never loved or worshiped a human before.
Note: Written for "Devotion" drabble challenge on spnland; prompt - "Devotion". Also written for comment_fic; prompt - 'Supernatural, Lucifer/Jo, worship'
~*~
He had loved and worshiped his Father from the very beginning.
It was a part, a characteristic -- an instinct -- of every angel to love their Father. And they all did; every single one of them, in all of Heaven, loved God and served him well.
But none more so than him.
No one had ever loved their Father more than him. No one had ever served and worshiped their Father more than him. No one had ever been more devoted to their Father than he had been.
No one had ever been betrayed by their Father more than him.
**
He had never loved and worshiped a human before.
It had been something that his Father had asked of him -- of all the angels -- but no matter how much he had loved his Father, he could not do it. He couldn't bring himself down to love such lowly creatures -- such pitiful things of dust and dirt -- that were so unworthy of everything that had been just handed to them.
Some believed it was strictly his pride that pulled him down.
But no, those who believed such a thing wouldn't have the whole truth.
He wouldn't deny that he was prideful -- he was. He wouldn't deny that he believed he was better than the beings his Father had seemed to put above him -- he did.
But they didn't know that he might have bowed -- eventually -- if he had found someone worthy.
It was not his fault that it took thousands of years for her to come along.
**
She could barely remember her father, but the memory of him (developed as it was in the mind of a young girl) insured that he was basically godlike -- and therefore, untouchable.
What she had in her head were the good times, the happy times, the fond times, of her father -- of her family -- to remember, and she never really thought of the sad times.
Those had faded with time.
But she had her mother now, and she had loved her mother from the beginning. Always had, and always would.
She was all her mother had left, and her mother was all she had left -- of family, at least. There were still the friends they both made along the way.
And she was loyal to those friends, devoted to them. As they were to her. Loyal and devoted almost to a fault.
In the end, she gave everything for those friends -- those same friends who had become like her family.
**
And he realized, then, that there was at least one human that was worthy of his worship. Of his devotion.
~*~
Finite!
~Megan
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble (449 words)
Pairings: Lucifer/Jo
Era: Nothing specified (but, season 05?)
Warnings: None
Summary: He had never loved or worshiped a human before.
Note: Written for "Devotion" drabble challenge on spnland; prompt - "Devotion". Also written for comment_fic; prompt - 'Supernatural, Lucifer/Jo, worship'
~*~
He had loved and worshiped his Father from the very beginning.
It was a part, a characteristic -- an instinct -- of every angel to love their Father. And they all did; every single one of them, in all of Heaven, loved God and served him well.
But none more so than him.
No one had ever loved their Father more than him. No one had ever served and worshiped their Father more than him. No one had ever been more devoted to their Father than he had been.
No one had ever been betrayed by their Father more than him.
**
He had never loved and worshiped a human before.
It had been something that his Father had asked of him -- of all the angels -- but no matter how much he had loved his Father, he could not do it. He couldn't bring himself down to love such lowly creatures -- such pitiful things of dust and dirt -- that were so unworthy of everything that had been just handed to them.
Some believed it was strictly his pride that pulled him down.
But no, those who believed such a thing wouldn't have the whole truth.
He wouldn't deny that he was prideful -- he was. He wouldn't deny that he believed he was better than the beings his Father had seemed to put above him -- he did.
But they didn't know that he might have bowed -- eventually -- if he had found someone worthy.
It was not his fault that it took thousands of years for her to come along.
**
She could barely remember her father, but the memory of him (developed as it was in the mind of a young girl) insured that he was basically godlike -- and therefore, untouchable.
What she had in her head were the good times, the happy times, the fond times, of her father -- of her family -- to remember, and she never really thought of the sad times.
Those had faded with time.
But she had her mother now, and she had loved her mother from the beginning. Always had, and always would.
She was all her mother had left, and her mother was all she had left -- of family, at least. There were still the friends they both made along the way.
And she was loyal to those friends, devoted to them. As they were to her. Loyal and devoted almost to a fault.
In the end, she gave everything for those friends -- those same friends who had become like her family.
**
And he realized, then, that there was at least one human that was worthy of his worship. Of his devotion.
~*~
Finite!
~Megan