'TILL DEATH DO US PART | TWILIGHT | TW | LUCIFER | THE ORIGINALS

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Lucifer's eyes snap open, feeling a burning between her shoulder blades. She groans and rolls up into a seated position on her plush bed. She's neglected to change or even get under the covers of her bed last night, and so she's quite uncomfortable at the moment.

Her bare feet touch the floor, sending a jolt all the way up her spine. She cries out as bones begin to protrude from her back.

Receiving wings isn't supposed to be a pleasant experience. Everyone goes to heaven and everyone gets a pair of wings. That's not the problem. Wings growing out of your back is extremely painful. If you can survive the pain, it means you are worthy to enter Heaven, and then the feathers get removes. If the person says that they can't handle it, they will be sent to hell, with Lucifer where they will be judged.

The, in pain, archangel falls to her knees as two, pearly white wings explode from her skin. She growls standing up and folding them back into place.

"It's official then father? I'm forgiven?" As if he were replying to her, lighting strikes the tree just next to her house. She covers her ears and glares toward the ceiling. "Guess so." She shuffles toward her closet and dresses in black, ever rebelliously, and prepare for her hell on earth which most know as school.

She pulls her leather jacket over her head and hurries out to her car, "Today just keeps getting better and better." The Impala roars to life and rumbles down the street, 17 blocks until the school, and she couldn't make the car go any slower. Once she pulls in she sighs, before repeatedly hitting her head on the large steering wheel.

She opens the car door, grabbing her bag, before running out and slamming it shut. She runs across the wet lot in her 6-inch heels, without slipping once.

She floats into the school, headed straight for the principal's office. Her eyes flash red for a moment, effectively beginning her influence.

"Hello, again my darling receptionist! Tell me, have your desires changed at all?" The greying receptionist glances around the room before leaning towards the smirking devil.

"I-I hate this job. I want to move to New York and become an a-an exotic dancer in one of those bars." Asia bites her lip to keep from busting out in laughter. She leans back and smiles.

"Well, what's stopping you? Go, be free, dance until your heart's content!" The receptionist grins, launching up from her desk and frolics out the door. Asia takes her place behind the counter and finds her file.

She changes TRANSFERRED to ATTENDING and slips out of the office to return to her standard classes. Religion first then math, then gym, then English, and then finally biology.

She struts into the classroom but spots another girl, someone unfamiliar to her, in her seat. Asia clears her throat as she stands over the 'intruder.' The gossiping teenager looks up to the unimpressed devil.

"Do you have something stuck in your throat new girl? Or did you forget who I am?" Their classmates upon looking over to the commotion immediately look away. They've seen Asia in a fight once, and it didn't end well for the boy she beat up.

"Tell me, love, what do you think you're doing in my seat?" Just then Mrs.Tyler walks in.

"Ah, Lucifer Morningstar! Finally back from your six-month vacation?" The girl in the chair straightens slightly, recognizing the name.

"What can I say, Mrs. Tyler, I needed to see my therapist. I was having homicidal thoughts." The last part was spoken jokingly, but the seat-stealer didn't need to know that.

The teacher scoffs and orders 'Stephanie' out of the devil's seat.

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Lunch rolls around, and Asia finds herself sitting next to Bella at the Cullen's empty table.

"You know, this might even be more lively than when the Cullen's were here." Bella looks to the side and glares at her immortal friend.

"I'm not in the mood for your jokes Asia." Asia laughs anyway and returns to her cardboard pizza sitting on her plate. She doesn't miss this angered glares coming from Stephanie on the other side of the cafeteria.

"You know, Maze is good at mixing drinks. I have a jet; we could go get drunk in LA and be back in time to sleep off the hangovers." Bella rolls her eyes and glares at her friend once again.

"No, we're not going to LA to get drunk."

"It will take your mind off of Freddie Bella." A final glare silences the archangel on the subject, and she huffs. "I've been without it for three days now. I'm starting to be..." she shivers for a moment, "sober."

Bella gives a genuine laugh, "Yeah? Maybe it'll do you some good." Bella stands to throw away her whole lunch before surprisingly skipping school.

Now, Lucifer would think nothing of it, but she knows Bella. And a sane Bella wouldn't leave school until the bell rings. The devil rolls her eyes at the thought. She's so much like her brother in that sense. Such a goody two shoes yet so gullible, like a lamb.

She treads quickly, her heels not even slowing her down.

"You stupid, stupid lamb."

BONUS:

Dirty Blonde stands over a dark haired man. A long, intricately decorated handle sticks out of his chest, and his skin is deathly pale. Veins protrude from his skin, and his eyes are sealed shut. He lays in a large wooden box that is almost coffin-like. Dirty blond smiles, placing his hand on the man's shoulder. 

"This time next month, you will be united with your other half, and poor Ivy will meet her end."

Dirty blonde leaves the warehouse and smirks. 

"You should have just told me what you wanted with her, love." He glances to his left to see a very distressed Ivy Smalls bound ropes made out of vines. Nature, the one thing she can't harm. "Maybe then, you would've lived in the end."

Ivy whimpers, "She's the devil!"

Dirty blonde chortles, "The devil doesn't exist."

"Yes, she does! And she's just been forgiven by her father! She got her wings back!" This causes him to stop and turn to the distressed witch. 

"Tell me, what is the devil's greatest fear?"