All Of This Has Happened Before
Title: All Of This Has Happened Before
Rating: PG-13
Crossover: Supernatural/Battlestar Galactica
Spoilers: All of "Battlestar Galactica" and all of "Supernatural."
Summary: At the end of the world, Lucifer receives two mysterious visitors.
Disclaimer: "Supernatural" belongs to Kripke and the CW. "BSG" belongs to Ronald D. Moore. I own my computer
Note: This was written for the March/April "Apocalypse Now!" challenge over at Paradise Lost.
Lucifer stood examining the charred wreckage of Earth, a puzzled look on his face. Around his feet, the bodies of his brothers' and sisters' vessels were strewn about like broken dolls, blank eyes staring at nothing. Humans, demons, monsters, they were all gone, incinerated in the final Apocalypse that had left the world a barren battlefield between him and Heaven's legions. Ignoring the stench of radiation around him, Lucifer began walking, as if trying to find somebody.
Looking at the epicenter of a blast, a smirk graced his face. The angels had thought that that he would be unleashing an apocalypse of the biblical sort, but they were mistaken. Unleashing the Horsemen, increasing the number of demons in the world, they had all been feints to keep his siblings distracted while he did his real work. It was the nuclear age, after all; why shouldn't he keep up with the times?
After finding nothing of interest, he stopped, feeling frustrated. "Where are you?" he shouted up at the sky. "What kind of father are you, to sit back while your children are slaughtered?" Hearing nothing, he angrily used his powers to knock down the remnants of a skyscraper, taking a perverse pleasure in watching it crumble to the ground.
"This was all a part of God's plan, you know," came a distinctly feminine voice from behind him. Whirling around, Lucifer was surprised to see a tall, beautiful blonde woman in a revealing red dress, accompanied by a shorter, well-dressed man with sunglasses covering his eyes. Lucifer's eyes widened at the sight of the pair. He had heard stories about such a pair of angels, more powerful than archangels, so mysterious that nobody had ever remembered seeing them. Most considered them a myth, other than a few of the more fanatical angels. They only appeared in times of great change, or so the stories went, and yet they had never been sighted at any of the major turning points in human history.
"Don't look so surprised," the man said, a smirk on his handsome face. "Did you honestly think your actions were going unnoticed? They were so predictable, it was laughable."
"If that's the case, then where's God?" Lucifer snapped. "Why didn't he come out of hiding to defend his precious creation?"
"You're nothing but a minor annoyance to him," the man commented, examining his fingernails.
"And like I said, this was all a part of the plan," the woman continued. "Humanity had become corrupt, soft, broken, and there comes a point where the world has to be reset in order for it to be fixed. Your rebellion, fall, and eventual destruction of the world was all foreseen at the start. Like your brother Michael said, free will is just an illusion." Lucifer stared at them in shock, trying to understand what she had just told him. Instead of overthrowing his Father, instead of rebuilding the world in his own image, he was just playing into a larger plan even more grand and subtle than his own.
Snarling, he lifted his hand, unleashing his power against the two standing before him... only to have nothing happen.
"Don't be childish!" the man snapped as the woman walked towards him. "Your powers don't affect us." The woman paused in front of Lucifer, taking his face in her hands, studying him intently.
"All of this has happened before," she said quietly. "But it remains to be seen if it all has to happen again." She kissed his forehead, a sign of forgiveness. "God still loves you," she added, her eyes boring into his own. "He always has, and always will." A lone tear traced its path down Lucifer's face at this pronouncement, and he was filled with a sense of unworthiness. "Now, sleep," she whispered, placing her hand against his forehead. Light streamed out of Lucifer's eyes and mouth as his face was flung upwards and his body became rigid. A scream--only audible to the divine--pierced the air, but the two individuals made no move to cover their ears as they watched Lucifer incinerate.
They stood staring as the acrid wind scattered what remained of Lucifer for a moment before the man put a hand on the woman's arm. "Come," he said, gesturing at the barren landscape. "We have work to do."
Rating: PG-13
Crossover: Supernatural/Battlestar Galactica
Spoilers: All of "Battlestar Galactica" and all of "Supernatural."
Summary: At the end of the world, Lucifer receives two mysterious visitors.
Disclaimer: "Supernatural" belongs to Kripke and the CW. "BSG" belongs to Ronald D. Moore. I own my computer
Note: This was written for the March/April "Apocalypse Now!" challenge over at Paradise Lost.
Lucifer stood examining the charred wreckage of Earth, a puzzled look on his face. Around his feet, the bodies of his brothers' and sisters' vessels were strewn about like broken dolls, blank eyes staring at nothing. Humans, demons, monsters, they were all gone, incinerated in the final Apocalypse that had left the world a barren battlefield between him and Heaven's legions. Ignoring the stench of radiation around him, Lucifer began walking, as if trying to find somebody.
Looking at the epicenter of a blast, a smirk graced his face. The angels had thought that that he would be unleashing an apocalypse of the biblical sort, but they were mistaken. Unleashing the Horsemen, increasing the number of demons in the world, they had all been feints to keep his siblings distracted while he did his real work. It was the nuclear age, after all; why shouldn't he keep up with the times?
After finding nothing of interest, he stopped, feeling frustrated. "Where are you?" he shouted up at the sky. "What kind of father are you, to sit back while your children are slaughtered?" Hearing nothing, he angrily used his powers to knock down the remnants of a skyscraper, taking a perverse pleasure in watching it crumble to the ground.
"This was all a part of God's plan, you know," came a distinctly feminine voice from behind him. Whirling around, Lucifer was surprised to see a tall, beautiful blonde woman in a revealing red dress, accompanied by a shorter, well-dressed man with sunglasses covering his eyes. Lucifer's eyes widened at the sight of the pair. He had heard stories about such a pair of angels, more powerful than archangels, so mysterious that nobody had ever remembered seeing them. Most considered them a myth, other than a few of the more fanatical angels. They only appeared in times of great change, or so the stories went, and yet they had never been sighted at any of the major turning points in human history.
"Don't look so surprised," the man said, a smirk on his handsome face. "Did you honestly think your actions were going unnoticed? They were so predictable, it was laughable."
"If that's the case, then where's God?" Lucifer snapped. "Why didn't he come out of hiding to defend his precious creation?"
"You're nothing but a minor annoyance to him," the man commented, examining his fingernails.
"And like I said, this was all a part of the plan," the woman continued. "Humanity had become corrupt, soft, broken, and there comes a point where the world has to be reset in order for it to be fixed. Your rebellion, fall, and eventual destruction of the world was all foreseen at the start. Like your brother Michael said, free will is just an illusion." Lucifer stared at them in shock, trying to understand what she had just told him. Instead of overthrowing his Father, instead of rebuilding the world in his own image, he was just playing into a larger plan even more grand and subtle than his own.
Snarling, he lifted his hand, unleashing his power against the two standing before him... only to have nothing happen.
"Don't be childish!" the man snapped as the woman walked towards him. "Your powers don't affect us." The woman paused in front of Lucifer, taking his face in her hands, studying him intently.
"All of this has happened before," she said quietly. "But it remains to be seen if it all has to happen again." She kissed his forehead, a sign of forgiveness. "God still loves you," she added, her eyes boring into his own. "He always has, and always will." A lone tear traced its path down Lucifer's face at this pronouncement, and he was filled with a sense of unworthiness. "Now, sleep," she whispered, placing her hand against his forehead. Light streamed out of Lucifer's eyes and mouth as his face was flung upwards and his body became rigid. A scream--only audible to the divine--pierced the air, but the two individuals made no move to cover their ears as they watched Lucifer incinerate.
They stood staring as the acrid wind scattered what remained of Lucifer for a moment before the man put a hand on the woman's arm. "Come," he said, gesturing at the barren landscape. "We have work to do."