Fic: The Better Angels (5/7)
Title: The Better Angels (5/7)
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Clark/Bruce (Kal-El/The Angel Of Death), Lex Luthor
Genres: AU, Drama
Rating (this chapter): PG-13
Warnings: Not sure if warnings are necessary, but it’s quasi-religious imagery.
Spoilers: None
General Summary: Two Angels are sent on a Quest to find Pure Souls.
Chapter Summary: Lex Luthor’s Time has come.
Date Of Completion: May 5, 2008
Date Of Posting: May 20, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 598
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note:
asm613 requested "Clark and Bruce as angels on a mission to find pure souls" from my DCU GSB Fic Request Meme.
Unfortunately, my Muses simply refused to cooperate, and I was on the verge of giving up, when I got this idea. It’s not quite what the requester wanted, but close! So I hope you like it,
asm613 ! :)
All chapters can be found here.
V
DAY OF RECKONING
Death comes to every man.
Unknown,
14th Century, C.E.
Lex shut the lights off in his office and headed up to the roof of the LexCorp Building. He wanted to enjoy a little night air before summoning his helicopter.
The deal he had just consummated had put him at the pinnacle of his power, he reflected as he jogged up the stairs. He had cut a wide swath through the Metropolis business community, and had continued to do so throughout America and the international community.
He was king of all he surveyed; Metropolis was his; he was a true Luthor.
Nothing could stop him now.
“Your Time has come, Lex Luthor.”
Lex turned, astonished at the sight that greeted his eyes: a shimmering red-yellow-and-blue vision with an ethereal face and shining white wings, and his companion, cloaked in ebony as black wings shimmered in the moonlight, face hidden by the folds of his hood.
“What the hell…?”
“Not quite,” rasped the Dark One. He drew a Sword that glittered with amethyst jewels.
“Who are you?” Lex demanded.
“We are on a search for Pure Souls, Lex Luthor,” said the Shining One.
Lex smirked. “You’ve come to the wrong place, then.”
“We know.” The amethyst Sword thrust up into the sky. “Your Time has come.”
“You said that already.” Lex backed up, his arm brushing against his jacket pocket and the comforting bulge there.
“When a man meets his Time, he deserves a proper send-off.”
Lex pulled out his gun and aimed. The Sword knocked it out of his hand, then the wielder prepared to strike the killing blow.
“’Death be not proud,’” Lex sneered.
“You cannot cheat Death.” The rasping voice was implacable.
The Sword began to descend.
Lex felt a paralyzing fear.
The clang of steel-on-steel shocked him.
Shock laced the rasping voice as well.
“You would stay Death’s hand?”
The Shining Angel’s glittering Sword crisscrossed the Dark Angel’s weapon.
The Angel of Death was not pleased.
“You will not prevent me from performing my function. I can see his rot…”
“And my function is to see even a flicker of Light.”
If Lex could have seen the Dark One’s mouth, it would have been twisted, he guessed.
“Then it must be deeply buried.”
“It is.” The Shining One’s hand gently covered the Dark One’s black glove. “Lex Luthor, you must touch the better angel of your nature.”
Lex frowned. “I hate to disappoint you, my shiny friend, but I have no ‘better angel’.”
“Dig deeply, Lex Luthor. Try hard, because you will have a year-and-a-day to discover the Light within, or Death will return.”
Lex’s nerves were jangled. Was this all a dream?
“So, you and the Prince Of Darkness here….”
“I am not the Prince Of Darkness!”
Lex could feel the anger radiate from the black-winged figure and took a step back involuntarily.
“Work very hard, Lex Luthor. Your life depends on upon it,” said the Shining One.
The Dark Angel grudgingly sheathed his Sword, flying away.
& & & & & &
“I am sorry.”
They flew in unison, the Dark Angel silent. Kal’s expression was solemn, and finally, his companion spoke.
“It was not what you did that angered me.” His wings beat powerfully.
Kal’s wings touched his friend’s. “It was what Lex said?” The Dark Angel remained silent but his wings trembled. “I know you are not of the Lower Realm, my friend. I know you are not the Prince Of Darkness.”
Kal thought he heard the whisper, “I was a Prince once,” but could not be sure.
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Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Clark/Bruce (Kal-El/The Angel Of Death), Lex Luthor
Genres: AU, Drama
Rating (this chapter): PG-13
Warnings: Not sure if warnings are necessary, but it’s quasi-religious imagery.
Spoilers: None
General Summary: Two Angels are sent on a Quest to find Pure Souls.
Chapter Summary: Lex Luthor’s Time has come.
Date Of Completion: May 5, 2008
Date Of Posting: May 20, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 598
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note:
asm613 requested "Clark and Bruce as angels on a mission to find pure souls" from my DCU GSB Fic Request Meme.
Unfortunately, my Muses simply refused to cooperate, and I was on the verge of giving up, when I got this idea. It’s not quite what the requester wanted, but close! So I hope you like it,
asm613 ! :)
All chapters can be found here.
V
DAY OF RECKONING
Death comes to every man.
Unknown,
14th Century, C.E.
Lex shut the lights off in his office and headed up to the roof of the LexCorp Building. He wanted to enjoy a little night air before summoning his helicopter.
The deal he had just consummated had put him at the pinnacle of his power, he reflected as he jogged up the stairs. He had cut a wide swath through the Metropolis business community, and had continued to do so throughout America and the international community.
He was king of all he surveyed; Metropolis was his; he was a true Luthor.
Nothing could stop him now.
“Your Time has come, Lex Luthor.”
Lex turned, astonished at the sight that greeted his eyes: a shimmering red-yellow-and-blue vision with an ethereal face and shining white wings, and his companion, cloaked in ebony as black wings shimmered in the moonlight, face hidden by the folds of his hood.
“What the hell…?”
“Not quite,” rasped the Dark One. He drew a Sword that glittered with amethyst jewels.
“Who are you?” Lex demanded.
“We are on a search for Pure Souls, Lex Luthor,” said the Shining One.
Lex smirked. “You’ve come to the wrong place, then.”
“We know.” The amethyst Sword thrust up into the sky. “Your Time has come.”
“You said that already.” Lex backed up, his arm brushing against his jacket pocket and the comforting bulge there.
“When a man meets his Time, he deserves a proper send-off.”
Lex pulled out his gun and aimed. The Sword knocked it out of his hand, then the wielder prepared to strike the killing blow.
“’Death be not proud,’” Lex sneered.
“You cannot cheat Death.” The rasping voice was implacable.
The Sword began to descend.
Lex felt a paralyzing fear.
The clang of steel-on-steel shocked him.
Shock laced the rasping voice as well.
“You would stay Death’s hand?”
The Shining Angel’s glittering Sword crisscrossed the Dark Angel’s weapon.
The Angel of Death was not pleased.
“You will not prevent me from performing my function. I can see his rot…”
“And my function is to see even a flicker of Light.”
If Lex could have seen the Dark One’s mouth, it would have been twisted, he guessed.
“Then it must be deeply buried.”
“It is.” The Shining One’s hand gently covered the Dark One’s black glove. “Lex Luthor, you must touch the better angel of your nature.”
Lex frowned. “I hate to disappoint you, my shiny friend, but I have no ‘better angel’.”
“Dig deeply, Lex Luthor. Try hard, because you will have a year-and-a-day to discover the Light within, or Death will return.”
Lex’s nerves were jangled. Was this all a dream?
“So, you and the Prince Of Darkness here….”
“I am not the Prince Of Darkness!”
Lex could feel the anger radiate from the black-winged figure and took a step back involuntarily.
“Work very hard, Lex Luthor. Your life depends on upon it,” said the Shining One.
The Dark Angel grudgingly sheathed his Sword, flying away.
& & & & & &
“I am sorry.”
They flew in unison, the Dark Angel silent. Kal’s expression was solemn, and finally, his companion spoke.
“It was not what you did that angered me.” His wings beat powerfully.
Kal’s wings touched his friend’s. “It was what Lex said?” The Dark Angel remained silent but his wings trembled. “I know you are not of the Lower Realm, my friend. I know you are not the Prince Of Darkness.”
Kal thought he heard the whisper, “I was a Prince once,” but could not be sure.
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