Helluva Deal

86. Angelic Curses And Angelic Power

„For...fuck's sake!" panting, Lucifer stumbles back, falling against Asmodeus, wiping his face, „That's...harder than I thought..."

„Do you need a break?" Oz worriedly looks him over.

The king of hell shakes his head, „Can't. The curse will manifest itself completely again if I stop fighting it for too long..."

„Come on, Al! Breathe!" begs Blitz, before blowing fresh air into his lungs again.

Alastor is lying on the floor, entirely unconscious again, after his breathing and heartbeat suddenly stopped seconds ago during the king of hell's attempt to free him of this curse.

Blitz and Stolas at once started reanimating him.

„Step back," orders the owl-demon now, putting his once again with magical electricity sizzling hands onto the bare chest of the radio demon, once Blitz followed the command.

The next second, Alastor's body arches up from the reanimating bolt of electricity rushing through his body and gasps out, coughing and shivering violently.

„Thank the blazes!" Blitz wraps his tail around his kneeling and swaying husband to keep him upright, while he quickly helps the deer-demon to get rid of what he just threw up, so he won't suffocate on it, murmuring softly, „It's okay. Everything is okay, Al. We got you..."

Lucifer looks at them for a second, but then he also tumbles back over to them, kneels down and pushes the blanket off the sinner's nether region, finding it completely black again.

Ozzie winces back, „Shit! Why..."

„Because this damn curse fuels on my own angelic power! Fuck, I'm such a moron!" Lucifer slams his hands onto the ground.

„What... D-Does that mean you can't help him?!" Blitz feels his chest contracting painfully.

„I... Not as I thought I could... I'll have to..." Lucifer's voice trails off and he looks the radio demon over again, seeing the blackness spreading quickly now and he lightly shakes his head, „It's pointless."

„No, it's not!" Stolas recognizes the signs of a leap into depression caused giving up on the fallen angel from himself and grabs his shoulder not too gently, searching his eyes, „Finish your sentence! What do you have to do to help him?"

„It doesn't matter. Because he wouldn't survive it."

„You don't know him as well as we do. He's been through so much already and survived it. You said it yourself, he's powerful. Please, TRY it!" begs Stolas and searches the king's eyes, „If he dies, at least you gave him the chance to fight."

Blitz can't help a low whimper at hearing this.

It's just not fair! Why should Alastor die now, after he finally found at least some kind of happiness with his family?!

The imp clenches his hands into fists, but then he presses his forehead against Alastor's, whispering, „You can do this, Sweetie! Whatever Lucifer needs to do, you will be okay!"

The King of Hell looks at him again, then he shortly closes his eyes. Finally he pushes himself into a stand, taking a deep breath in, „Step away from him. All of you."

Blitz blinks at him, a wild mixture of hope and fear written on his face, „What are you going to do?"

„I can't explain. It would take too long and...even then you probably wouldn't understand it entirely. But I need to take him somewhere. A dimension that's neither heaven nor hell, nor earth. It's somewhere in between and therefore, no magic can follow there, except of the ones that we are carrying with us. There, I have to try to pull this curse out of him again."