Lucifer
“I’m sorry, Gabriel, but I don’t remember much about my sisters. Even in my visions, their faces were obscured by shadows. I don’t even know their human names. I just referred to them by their horsemen names. All I can tell you is that they were close to my age. The other had brown hair and oddly shaded eyes, and the other had red hair. The only thing they had in common is that they all seemed to be frightened of someone who wanted to hurt them. I don’t remember anything else. I’m sorry,”
Michael sits forward in his seat and places his elbows on his knees thoughtfully. “We understand, chérie.”
Rafael looks intently into the fireplace and frowns, “Perhaps we can speak to a witch. There might be a spell that can help us
Lana I walk up the podium and accept my diploma with a happy grin before turning and facing my cheering family. Lucifer claps loudly while my crazy sister and Zoe jump up and down gleefully. Azazel and Fallon give them women a horrified look when their women start chanting my name. I love both women, but sometimes they can be so embarrassing. Over the past months, so much has happened. As Lucifer and I agreed, I went back to the Grand Canyon and finished my research with my team. They were none the wiser of what happened after I disappeared. Somehow, Michael made it, so the project was extended until I gathered all of the information that I needed.Bree was happy when I told her that I was moving in with Lucifer. His house
Lucifer Fallon, my brothers Gabriel and Michael stand by me at the altar while Rafael prepares to officiate my wedding. Looking back, I adjust my tuxedo jacket and look onto our guests. At first, my brothers thought I was mad when I decided to propose to Lana, considering we’re already soulmates and we’re angels, but after I explained that I wanted her to be recognized as mine under every law, they relented. Lana and I decided to have a small ceremony in our home. We hired a planner who set up a wedding arch covered in sheer drapes and colorful flowers. The warm ocean breeze is gentle, and the platform we set up to seat our desks and the altar keeps the sand off our shoes. The wooden chairs are spaced out around the p
EpilogueLana (many millennia ago) “Apolliana. Awaken my child.” I look up at the barren walls of my prison and see The Creator materialize before me. My thoughts fly around my head like whispers that I cannot manage to hear, and my body aches painfully. I curl up in the corner of my bed, my torn wings fluttering behind me and my small bloody frame trembling. My eyes hurt from the light now beaming around us. It’s been so long since I have seen anything but darkness. There have only been a few situations where I’ve died and experienced respite. But I soon reemerge into my angelic shell and cycle back into my madness. I don’t even know how long I’ve been locked inside this non-existence. Many would say that angels cannot be vicious, but I’m drowning in m
Chapter 1: To Fall and BreakLana- Present I snap up from my pillow and gaze around my tiny cabin with a frown. Sweat gathers around my brow, and my heart is pounding wildly inside my chest. Rising from the twin bed, I walk over to the little mirror that I hung above my camping stove. Closing my eyes, I take a couple of deep breaths and rub my palms across my eyes. I try to recall what I just dreamt about, but the memory fades into the back of my mind, leaving only fragmented images. I’ve been at the Grand Canyon researching environmental pollutant issues of water, plants, and animals for a month. Even though I’m here with some of my classmates, I’m sure my isolation is getting to me. If waking up this wa
Lucifer I watch from my perch on top of a hill as Lana leans over a small refuge near two rock formations and places a vile beneath the stream before she labels it with a pen. I have to admit, the Canyon is stunning with its rust-colored limestone plateaus, blue skies and winding river. It reminds me a bit of hell, without the demons. For weeks, I’ve been watching Lana traverse through the Canyon and gather data. I make sure to cloak my presence because I don’t want her to get the wrong idea. I’m not a bloody stalker. I just want to make sure she’s safe. My eyes drink in her athletic form hungrily as she traverses through the water. I might not want to be mated to her, but I can’t deny that she’s extr
Lana Lucifer doesn’t say a word as we make our way back to my cabin, which gives me the chance to really take a good look at him. It has been weeks since I saw him, and my eyes are soaking in every inch of his masculine frame. His silky, dark hair is curled back in a trendy style, with the front being longer than the back, his dark eyes are shadowed by his long lashes, and his pouty lips are as luscious as I remember. If I had to categorize Lucifer, I’d say he’s a pretty boy with his Roman nose, high cheekbones and youthful features. Though his face may look young, his body is all man. At a couple of inches over six feet, he’s quite the specimen with his swimmer’s build and powerful aura. His chest is broad, his waist is narrow, and his legs are long and muscular. I can sing many praises to his firm ass and muscular arms. But what really catches my attention is his mac
Lucifer I enter my throne room and agitatedly pace around. Lana might not have been completely aware of it, but her angel was coming through. As soon as she asked me why I was pursuing her, her eyes began to glow, and her grace began to gleam across her body. For a moment, I found myself looking into Lana and her angel’s eyes. I could tell that Lana felt something as she began to change, but she was unsure of what it was. After Bree informed me of Lilith’s involvement in Lana’s unique situation, I researched why Lana’s angel lived as a human but found very little information. When I asked Lillith to tell me more, she spat in my face and told me to sod off.&n
Lana Rising early the next day, I heat up a breakfast sandwich and head out of my cabin to meet the rest of my group at the picnic tables. Since we arrived at the Canyon, we’ve agreed to eat as a team and talk about our findings. It’s a good way for us to connect with each other and diminish the feeling of isolation. I yawn with exhaustion as I step out of my door. I spent most of the night tossing and turning. And when I slept, my dreams were a mixture of oddly discomfiting dreams where I was having an unknown conversation with a glowing entity, and the other dreams starred me lying naked in a bathtub with a sexy devil. I growl at the reminder. In one of the dreams, Lucifer’s hands washed more than my hair. I s
Lucifer Fallon, my brothers Gabriel and Michael stand by me at the altar while Rafael prepares to officiate my wedding. Looking back, I adjust my tuxedo jacket and look onto our guests. At first, my brothers thought I was mad when I decided to propose to Lana, considering we’re already soulmates and we’re angels, but after I explained that I wanted her to be recognized as mine under every law, they relented. Lana and I decided to have a small ceremony in our home. We hired a planner who set up a wedding arch covered in sheer drapes and colorful flowers. The warm ocean breeze is gentle, and the platform we set up to seat our desks and the altar keeps the sand off our shoes. The wooden chairs are spaced out around the p
Lana I walk up the podium and accept my diploma with a happy grin before turning and facing my cheering family. Lucifer claps loudly while my crazy sister and Zoe jump up and down gleefully. Azazel and Fallon give them women a horrified look when their women start chanting my name. I love both women, but sometimes they can be so embarrassing. Over the past months, so much has happened. As Lucifer and I agreed, I went back to the Grand Canyon and finished my research with my team. They were none the wiser of what happened after I disappeared. Somehow, Michael made it, so the project was extended until I gathered all of the information that I needed.Bree was happy when I told her that I was moving in with Lucifer. His house
Lucifer “I’m sorry, Gabriel, but I don’t remember much about my sisters. Even in my visions, their faces were obscured by shadows. I don’t even know their human names. I just referred to them by their horsemen names. All I can tell you is that they were close to my age. The other had brown hair and oddly shaded eyes, and the other had red hair. The only thing they had in common is that they all seemed to be frightened of someone who wanted to hurt them. I don’t remember anything else. I’m sorry,” Michael sits forward in his seat and places his elbows on his knees thoughtfully. “We understand, chérie.” Rafael looks intently into the fireplace and frowns, “Perhaps we can speak to a witch. There might be a spell that can help us
Lana I grip Lucifer’s hand tightly as we stand outside my sister’s home. Lucifer told me that since my death, Bree and Azazel have frequently been stopping in to check on Bree. My heart beat’s wildly in my chest; I ring the doorbell and tap my foot as I wait for the door to open. Fallon opens the door with a smile that quickly turns to shocks when he sees me. “Lana?” he blinks fast as if he thinks he might be seeing things. “We can explain everything once you let us in?” Lucifer snickers. Fallon opens the door wide and gestures for us to walk in.&nb
Lucifer “No!” I cry out as I watch the love of my life stab herself in the heart and plunge into The Creator’s seal. Despair fills me as I rush to the chasm, but I know I will not get there in time. Bursts of light erupt around me, nearly blinding me as The Creator shatters to pieces like broken glass and is sucked into the void. I don’t care what happens after that as the power gets sucked back into the abyss. I follow the current of power as it drains, but I don’t see Lana anywhere. Within seconds the power sizzles out, and all that is left is darkness. “Lana!” I call out helplessly, “Lana, I’m here!” Unfortunately, the only sound that I hear is my voice echoing back t
Lana As soon as I move closer to the mele, my sisters halt their fighting and face me. “Stop, sisters! What we’re doing is wrong!” I call out pleadingly. “Traitor!” Death calls out as she launches herself toward me. We both collide in a clash of power. The others try to attack the men as they fight The Creator, but I circumvent them before they intervene. My sisters are strong, but I wield the ultimate power. When one slashes at my back, I roll away, barely avoiding her, skewering my spine. Unfortunately, she does manage to do some damage, but
Lucifer Lana’s form wavers before me as she watches her sister begin to plummet. I try to reach Fallon and Bree, but The Creator pulls them away. To my surprise, Lana catches Bree before she could fall and flies her to a safer spot. I don’t know what made her save Bree, but I don’t question it as I stab at the Creator’s talon and manage to seize Fallon from his hold. “Fallon,” I call to him as I desperately try to heal his wound. “I'm fine…” he sputters weakly as blood pours from his lips, “…he missed my heart.” Flying down, I set him next to Bree and turn to a confused Lana. Her body sways as she looks around with horror, “What have I done?” sh
Lana/ Apolliana My sisters and I stand on the cavern's edge located above a bast void that drops several thousand feet. Within the void is The Creator’s sacred stone covering the sacred seal. We hold our mates’ blood in a vile as The Creator adds his power and brings us one step closer to unleashing destruction into the world. Power radiates through the cavernous room, vibrating against the high ceilings. It’s so thick that you can almost touch it. Shadows flicker around the darkened chamber's sandstone surface, creating eerie figures across the rocky ceiling and earthy ground. Our voices echo through the vast openings that stream like veins creating an underground labyrinth that leads to yawning voids, cracks a
Lucifer I shoot up from my perch with a gasp and open my eyes as I search frantically for my mate. “Lana!” I call out. Unfortunately, all I see is the destruction of my house. A chandelier hangs precariously from the ceiling, furniture is turned over or broken, and all of my windows are shattered. My once gleaming hardwood floors are cracked and broken. Michael and Rafael stop beside me and give me grim frowns. “Where the bloody hell is she?” I ask. Michael shakes his head, “I don’t know, frère; she flashed out of the