Chapter 6!
Title: The Devil Went Down to Georgia L.A.
Pairing(s): Artie/Kurt, Puck/Kurt, Puck/Artie, Gabriel/Lucifer, Lucifer/Mephistopheles, Lucifer/Anti-Christ (yeah.)
Chapter: 6(66)/?
Rating: R
Warning: OKAY, WHEN I SAY BLASPHEMY, I REALLY MEAN IT GUYS. LIKE, REALLY. Mansex, violence, darkness, angst, ANGST, ANGST, and probably some smut. Oh, and food porn.
Summary: Artie Abrahms has something both Heaven and Hell want and now he's stuck between the Archangel Gabriel and Mephistopheles
Disclaimer: Not mine, Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox, Gabriel, Lucifer and Meph all belong to mythology
Notes: Okay... So... This is my first attempt at twisted dark!fic in the Glee universe. It features Angel!Kurt and demon!Puck and has a whole lot of Biblical references going on. Thanks to emocezi for help with the title and to everyone else out there who is awesome enough to help me with this, you know who you are.
Previous Chapters: i, ii, iii, iv, v
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL! MY GIFT IS A BIT DIFFERENT, BUT IT'S MADE WITH PURE LOVE
Noah smiled around his forkful of angel food cake, as he looked about Artie's humble apartment. Only he, 'Kurt' and Artie were there, celebrating the Feast Day of the Archangels. It took all of him not to laugh. If there was anything he had learned, it was that angel food cake was infinitely more sugary than could normally be handled by anyone who didn't wish to experience a sugar coma. Kurt was at the table, adding another spoonful of the vanilla frosting to his cake and eating it happily. Noah hauled himself off the couch and made his way over to the fridge, opening it and finding a bottle of chocolate sauce. He drizzled some over the whiteness of the cake and watched as the dark colour seeped into the porous cake. White stained so easily...
Moving to sit at the table, as Kurt practically devoured his sugar coma inducing cake, he dropped his plate down beside Kurt's elbow. He watched with a morbid fascination as Kurt's eyes drew to the cake and his cheeks pinked before he looked up at Noah, who was sucking on his fork.
“It tastes so much better when it's darker. It's almost... sinful.”
Kurt opened his mouth to say something, but instead clicked it shut and shoved a huge dollop of icing into his mouth and glared at the table. Noah just smiled around his forkful. Artie made his way over to the table after finishing with the coffee and sat down.
“What's wrong?” He asked Kurt.
“Nothing,” Kurt mumbled as he worked more frosting into his mouth.
“I dunno.” Noah shrugged, taking another bite of his cake before looking up when the phone rang. “I'll get it.”
Standing from the table, Noah made his way over to the phone and picked it up. “Abrams residence, Noah speaking, how can I--” He was cut off and turned to Artie. “It's for you, they say it's important.”
Artie stood, walking over to the phone, smiling as he took it from Noah. “Hello, this is - What?” Artie leaned against the wall, his whole pallor going white and slowly sliding down, his eyes wide and shining with tears. “What... No...” He hit the floor with a thump, head falling back as tears streamed from his eyes. “Oh... Oh God... I'll... I'll be there right away.”
Forcing himself to stand, he hung up the phone and frantically began moving around until Kurt took him by the arm. “What's wrong?”
“My sister... she...” He wiped his eyes. “I need to go... She needs me.”
“I'll drive,” Noah offered, pulling out his car keys. “Where do you need to go?”
“Cedars-Sinai...”
“The hospital?” Kurt breathed, unsure.
Artie just nodded and let himself be lead out of the apartment.
~*~
Artie stood in the doorway to the hospital room, his sister was on the bed, covered in tubes and bandages and things were beeping. The room was shadowed, and he stepped inside slowly, his father was sitting there, slouched over the bed, and like always, he reeked of booze.
“What are you doing here?” Artie asked, his voice raspy as he stopped near the edge of the bed.
“The'called me. They sai'...” His eyes drew back to the small, slight form on the bed and he shook his head. “S'not right... s'not right...”
“Not right like how? Not right like when you rammed into a tree and killed mom?! Or not right like the fact you left me and Gwen!” Artie clutched at his hair, unable to believe that his father had come, that his father, over his aunt and uncle, who were raising his sister, had gotten a phone call. He wiped his eyes, angry and bitter. “Get out.” His voice was low and threatening.
“Wha' you jus' say?”
“I said, get out!” Artie lunged forward but Noah's arms wrapped around him, preventing him from moving. “Get out! Get out! Get out!”
The man was surly and stumbled out of his chair, looking at Artie blearily before he walked out of the room.
“Get off of me!” Artie wrenched himself from Noah's arms and stumbled a little before righting himself. He looked at his baby sister's unconscious form on the bed before running out of the room.
~*~
“Where do you think he went?”
“It's obvious...”
Kurt and Noah had been wandering the halls for twenty minutes looking for Artie. Kurt spotted a nurse and walked over, smiling.
“Where's the hospital chapel?”
“Downstairs and just past the gift shop.”
“Thank you.” He walked back over to Noah. “Let's go.”
~*~
They found Artie in the chapel, sitting in the front by the altar, his head bowed low. Noah paused near the doorway, looking to Kurt. “You go, you're closer to him.”
Kurt just nodded and stepped into the chapel while Noah lingered outside, looking at the line of the doorway and fisted his hands.
“Arthur...”
Artie looked up, his face red and wet, and anger smouldering deep in his eyes. “Why her? What did she ever do...? She's only fifteen...”
Kurt slowly lowered himself to the floor next to Artie. Wrapping his arms around the slight frame until Artie shook him off. “Everything happens for a reason, Father has a plan...”
“A plan!? You think this is part of his plan?! Have a fifteen year old innocent girl hit by a car so hard it sends her into a coma, shatters her spine and her pelvis and causes her brain to swell? Where is God in all of that, where is God?” Artie was screaming now, his hands fisted together so hard it hurt and his knuckles were white. “Fuck...”
The swear word startled Kurt, never once had he ever heard Artie swear. “Arthur I know it...”
“Just leave.” Artie drew his knees up to his chest, pressing his face against his jeans. “I want to be alone.”
“Very well. But you can call me if you need me.”
“Yeah...”
Standing up, Kurt made his way out of the chapel, where Noah was leaning against the wall.
“How is he?”
“Angry, understandably so.”
“Where are you going?”
“For some air, he wants to be alone.”
Noah nodded and watched out of the corner of his eye as Kurt rounded a corner. Looking back at the doorway to the chapel, he gritted his teeth, he could do this... With a deep breath, he brushed his hands down his shirt and walked past the doorway. Strong discomfort and burning worked over his skin but he pressed through.
Walking over to Artie he sat down, not saying anything, keeping his eyes fixed on the far, white wall. He fought the urge to run screaming from the room and drown himself in virgin blood. How he hated chapels and churches.
“What are you doing here?” Artie asked, looking out over the pews.
“Whatever you want me to do...”
“Well... Unless you can miraculously heal my sister...”
Noah tipped his head back, and rested back on his hands, looking up at the ceiling. “Well... I can't... But I know someone who can...”
~*~
“I always knew you had some sort of deal with the Devil going on...” Artie mumbled offhandedly as he looked up at Noah and then to the red head who was standing beside him looking pristine in his white jeans and fitted blue top.
“Yeah well, I sold my soul for a condo in Beverly Hills and a guarantee at an M.D.”
“Hmph.” Artie watched as Lucifer read over the contract in his hands, smiling and nodding every so often before handing the parchments to Artie. Artie took the yellowed documents, they felt surprisingly light, and looked over the pages. “I... Can't read this...” It was in some unknown language.
“Oh, don't mind that, it's just technical mumbo jumbo, it has to be in Demonic Latin for everything to work.” Lucifer waved his hand, smiling a little. “It's basically you give up your immortal soul to me in exchange for your sister's life and immediate return to well being. You wave any and all rights to redeem your soul to God the Immortal Father or the contract is null and void and your sister dies.”
“Oh...” Artie looked back at the pages. “Yeah that seems fair...”
“Excellent, you can just sign this then and I can be on my way. I have dinner with a witch in Tokyo in fifteen minutes so if you don't mind...”
“Oh, right... Of course.” Artie looked up when Lucifer offered the golden inkwell pen. Lucifer stopped him when he rose his hand to take the pen and he settled his hand against the table top. He barely held in the scream when Lucifer stabbed through his hand with the pen before extracting it, dripping with blood and Artie's hand was healed. Swallowing thickly, Artie took the pen with shaking fingers and signed.
“Oh... and here....” Lucifer pointed. “And here.... And initial there... And.... There... Wonderful.”
Picking up the contract and folding it before tucking it into his back pocket along with the pen, Lucifer smiled. Offering his hand, he watched as Artie hesitated, fingers twitching.
“Oh, honestly, I was an Angel once.”
Artie rose his hand and closed it around Lucifer's. White hot pain shot up through his arm and settled in his chest where his heart was before blinding pain seared through his flesh. Artie was pretty sure he was screaming and tears were cascading down his cheeks.
“No!”
Lucifer was gone and Artie slumped into Noah's arms, raising his eyes towards the scream he had just heard only to find Kurt standing in the doorway.
“What did you do...?”
Pairing(s): Artie/Kurt, Puck/Kurt, Puck/Artie, Gabriel/Lucifer, Lucifer/Mephistopheles, Lucifer/Anti-Christ (yeah.)
Chapter: 6(66)/?
Rating: R
Warning: OKAY, WHEN I SAY BLASPHEMY, I REALLY MEAN IT GUYS. LIKE, REALLY. Mansex, violence, darkness, angst, ANGST, ANGST, and probably some smut. Oh, and food porn.
Summary: Artie Abrahms has something both Heaven and Hell want and now he's stuck between the Archangel Gabriel and Mephistopheles
Disclaimer: Not mine, Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox, Gabriel, Lucifer and Meph all belong to mythology
Notes: Okay... So... This is my first attempt at twisted dark!fic in the Glee universe. It features Angel!Kurt and demon!Puck and has a whole lot of Biblical references going on. Thanks to emocezi for help with the title and to everyone else out there who is awesome enough to help me with this, you know who you are.
Previous Chapters: i, ii, iii, iv, v
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL! MY GIFT IS A BIT DIFFERENT, BUT IT'S MADE WITH PURE LOVE
Noah smiled around his forkful of angel food cake, as he looked about Artie's humble apartment. Only he, 'Kurt' and Artie were there, celebrating the Feast Day of the Archangels. It took all of him not to laugh. If there was anything he had learned, it was that angel food cake was infinitely more sugary than could normally be handled by anyone who didn't wish to experience a sugar coma. Kurt was at the table, adding another spoonful of the vanilla frosting to his cake and eating it happily. Noah hauled himself off the couch and made his way over to the fridge, opening it and finding a bottle of chocolate sauce. He drizzled some over the whiteness of the cake and watched as the dark colour seeped into the porous cake. White stained so easily...
Moving to sit at the table, as Kurt practically devoured his sugar coma inducing cake, he dropped his plate down beside Kurt's elbow. He watched with a morbid fascination as Kurt's eyes drew to the cake and his cheeks pinked before he looked up at Noah, who was sucking on his fork.
“It tastes so much better when it's darker. It's almost... sinful.”
Kurt opened his mouth to say something, but instead clicked it shut and shoved a huge dollop of icing into his mouth and glared at the table. Noah just smiled around his forkful. Artie made his way over to the table after finishing with the coffee and sat down.
“What's wrong?” He asked Kurt.
“Nothing,” Kurt mumbled as he worked more frosting into his mouth.
“I dunno.” Noah shrugged, taking another bite of his cake before looking up when the phone rang. “I'll get it.”
Standing from the table, Noah made his way over to the phone and picked it up. “Abrams residence, Noah speaking, how can I--” He was cut off and turned to Artie. “It's for you, they say it's important.”
Artie stood, walking over to the phone, smiling as he took it from Noah. “Hello, this is - What?” Artie leaned against the wall, his whole pallor going white and slowly sliding down, his eyes wide and shining with tears. “What... No...” He hit the floor with a thump, head falling back as tears streamed from his eyes. “Oh... Oh God... I'll... I'll be there right away.”
Forcing himself to stand, he hung up the phone and frantically began moving around until Kurt took him by the arm. “What's wrong?”
“My sister... she...” He wiped his eyes. “I need to go... She needs me.”
“I'll drive,” Noah offered, pulling out his car keys. “Where do you need to go?”
“Cedars-Sinai...”
“The hospital?” Kurt breathed, unsure.
Artie just nodded and let himself be lead out of the apartment.
~*~
Artie stood in the doorway to the hospital room, his sister was on the bed, covered in tubes and bandages and things were beeping. The room was shadowed, and he stepped inside slowly, his father was sitting there, slouched over the bed, and like always, he reeked of booze.
“What are you doing here?” Artie asked, his voice raspy as he stopped near the edge of the bed.
“The'called me. They sai'...” His eyes drew back to the small, slight form on the bed and he shook his head. “S'not right... s'not right...”
“Not right like how? Not right like when you rammed into a tree and killed mom?! Or not right like the fact you left me and Gwen!” Artie clutched at his hair, unable to believe that his father had come, that his father, over his aunt and uncle, who were raising his sister, had gotten a phone call. He wiped his eyes, angry and bitter. “Get out.” His voice was low and threatening.
“Wha' you jus' say?”
“I said, get out!” Artie lunged forward but Noah's arms wrapped around him, preventing him from moving. “Get out! Get out! Get out!”
The man was surly and stumbled out of his chair, looking at Artie blearily before he walked out of the room.
“Get off of me!” Artie wrenched himself from Noah's arms and stumbled a little before righting himself. He looked at his baby sister's unconscious form on the bed before running out of the room.
~*~
“Where do you think he went?”
“It's obvious...”
Kurt and Noah had been wandering the halls for twenty minutes looking for Artie. Kurt spotted a nurse and walked over, smiling.
“Where's the hospital chapel?”
“Downstairs and just past the gift shop.”
“Thank you.” He walked back over to Noah. “Let's go.”
~*~
They found Artie in the chapel, sitting in the front by the altar, his head bowed low. Noah paused near the doorway, looking to Kurt. “You go, you're closer to him.”
Kurt just nodded and stepped into the chapel while Noah lingered outside, looking at the line of the doorway and fisted his hands.
“Arthur...”
Artie looked up, his face red and wet, and anger smouldering deep in his eyes. “Why her? What did she ever do...? She's only fifteen...”
Kurt slowly lowered himself to the floor next to Artie. Wrapping his arms around the slight frame until Artie shook him off. “Everything happens for a reason, Father has a plan...”
“A plan!? You think this is part of his plan?! Have a fifteen year old innocent girl hit by a car so hard it sends her into a coma, shatters her spine and her pelvis and causes her brain to swell? Where is God in all of that, where is God?” Artie was screaming now, his hands fisted together so hard it hurt and his knuckles were white. “Fuck...”
The swear word startled Kurt, never once had he ever heard Artie swear. “Arthur I know it...”
“Just leave.” Artie drew his knees up to his chest, pressing his face against his jeans. “I want to be alone.”
“Very well. But you can call me if you need me.”
“Yeah...”
Standing up, Kurt made his way out of the chapel, where Noah was leaning against the wall.
“How is he?”
“Angry, understandably so.”
“Where are you going?”
“For some air, he wants to be alone.”
Noah nodded and watched out of the corner of his eye as Kurt rounded a corner. Looking back at the doorway to the chapel, he gritted his teeth, he could do this... With a deep breath, he brushed his hands down his shirt and walked past the doorway. Strong discomfort and burning worked over his skin but he pressed through.
Walking over to Artie he sat down, not saying anything, keeping his eyes fixed on the far, white wall. He fought the urge to run screaming from the room and drown himself in virgin blood. How he hated chapels and churches.
“What are you doing here?” Artie asked, looking out over the pews.
“Whatever you want me to do...”
“Well... Unless you can miraculously heal my sister...”
Noah tipped his head back, and rested back on his hands, looking up at the ceiling. “Well... I can't... But I know someone who can...”
~*~
“I always knew you had some sort of deal with the Devil going on...” Artie mumbled offhandedly as he looked up at Noah and then to the red head who was standing beside him looking pristine in his white jeans and fitted blue top.
“Yeah well, I sold my soul for a condo in Beverly Hills and a guarantee at an M.D.”
“Hmph.” Artie watched as Lucifer read over the contract in his hands, smiling and nodding every so often before handing the parchments to Artie. Artie took the yellowed documents, they felt surprisingly light, and looked over the pages. “I... Can't read this...” It was in some unknown language.
“Oh, don't mind that, it's just technical mumbo jumbo, it has to be in Demonic Latin for everything to work.” Lucifer waved his hand, smiling a little. “It's basically you give up your immortal soul to me in exchange for your sister's life and immediate return to well being. You wave any and all rights to redeem your soul to God the Immortal Father or the contract is null and void and your sister dies.”
“Oh...” Artie looked back at the pages. “Yeah that seems fair...”
“Excellent, you can just sign this then and I can be on my way. I have dinner with a witch in Tokyo in fifteen minutes so if you don't mind...”
“Oh, right... Of course.” Artie looked up when Lucifer offered the golden inkwell pen. Lucifer stopped him when he rose his hand to take the pen and he settled his hand against the table top. He barely held in the scream when Lucifer stabbed through his hand with the pen before extracting it, dripping with blood and Artie's hand was healed. Swallowing thickly, Artie took the pen with shaking fingers and signed.
“Oh... and here....” Lucifer pointed. “And here.... And initial there... And.... There... Wonderful.”
Picking up the contract and folding it before tucking it into his back pocket along with the pen, Lucifer smiled. Offering his hand, he watched as Artie hesitated, fingers twitching.
“Oh, honestly, I was an Angel once.”
Artie rose his hand and closed it around Lucifer's. White hot pain shot up through his arm and settled in his chest where his heart was before blinding pain seared through his flesh. Artie was pretty sure he was screaming and tears were cascading down his cheeks.
“No!”
Lucifer was gone and Artie slumped into Noah's arms, raising his eyes towards the scream he had just heard only to find Kurt standing in the doorway.
“What did you do...?”