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early vessel!Lucifer | Unspoken

Title: Unspoken
Character: Lucifer
Warnings:Lots of feels, cheating, supposed character death

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I love you.

The three words that ruined his life. If only he'd gotten the courage to speak them, maybe she wouldn't have left him. No, she definitely wouldn't've. She'd said so herself.

And if she hadn't left, maybe she wouldn't be dead. Wouldn't be dead because of him.

People said he was a monster, an abomination. Christians were afraid of him, and every single religion had some cold, heartless bastardic version of him. And after you, he knew it was true. He was a cold, heartless bastard.

And all because he had decided screwing some worthless human would be okay.

But you were never okay with being cheated on, and you had had every right to tell him to shove his excuses and storm out the door. Every damn right on this damn planet.

He blinked back tears. No, he couldn't cry. He was suppose to be emotionless, cruel. To be unlovable and have no ability to feel, to feel– this. Guilt. Anger. Pain.

Love.

But now, those unspoken words, declarations of love, were left completely silent, hanging in the still air like tension. Maybe because they were full of tension. He had screwed up real big, and you had walked. This was the last time, you said. You could forgive that he was the most hated thing in all of creation, but this? Never.

He ran a hand through his hair. How? How could've he cheated on you? How dumb was he to have driven away the thing he loved the most? The only person on this stupid earth that was worth saving?

"I'm so sorry," he breathed, though he knew you couldn't hear him.

You were dead. And it was all his own fault. And in the end, you had died saving him. His brothers wanted to lure him into a trap, and you had gone to spring it so he wouldn't. When he got there, you were there, on the verge of death. Death himself was there, letting you say your goodbyes. And the last thing you said?

I love you, Lucifer. It had been barely more than a breath, and Death had taken you afterwards, leaving him in shock and crying.

At least you were in Heaven.

He buried his head in his hands, leaning his elbows on the cool wood of the pine desk. You had been a hunter, of course, and a damn fine one, which meant you knew about what he was, but you... You took him in when he needed help, and nursed him back to health. You became his friend when no one else would, and by the time he got enough courage to ask you out, he'd lost track of how many times he had watched you laugh, or sleep (when you fell asleep in his arms, of course), or sing to some old song, and he had admired how graceful you were, how damn beautiful you were.

And he had thrown it all away for some useless human slut.

"Brother."

The voice made him look up, and he nearly snarled, his wings unfolding behind him as he glared up at Michael. "What?"

"Y/N is alive."