MLucifer settled his son into his lap while looking at Asta kissing up Maze’s neck. “You guys are, nice.” He waved a hand at their twin glares though he could not see them. Lucifer stood up, straining under the weight of the straps on his head. 

“Enough idle chit chat. We have to get things prepared.” Lucifer said this as he stood up with some struggle. 

“Finding a way back into The Heaven, staging a rebellion…” Asta mumbled as he looked outside the skin leather flap into the darkness outside. The night was silent nothing out of the ordinary could be seen. But Asta was still bothered, he walked toward the flap and sat down in front of it. Raziel shook his head and put his son’s pearl into the bag at his side. He looked at the young prince with a deep frown.

 “I know how you can do that.” Lucifer looked at him before he held his hands up and gripped the spikes in his eyes. They were hooked to the machine and he ripped them out with a grimace. The pain laced into his body, latching onto his flesh with a crackling whip of agony. He groaned and clutched at his head. The others rushed over to stop his eyes from the bleeding that dripped down their torn depths. 

The skin and inner flesh of his eye sockets were raw and his smashed in eyeballs, long since liquified, oozed out of his skull and down his cheeks. Asta frowned and hurried over to wipe the gore from around Lucifer’s face. “You really must be more careful, Lucifer-ach” Asta said this quietly once all the mess was removed. Maze came over and began to clean out Lucifer’s eye sockets. 

The eldest of the angels merely grunted and shook his head. “I am fine, a little pain has never stopped me before and it will not stop me now. I have to get back to the heaven, we must prepare for rebellion and I cannot be near the pyre with these things in my face.” He gripped the eyes spikes in his clawed hands and squeezed them until they were crushed. The pieces flew around the tent and lucifer growled in rage at ever having been attached to them in the first place

THE STORY OF THIS UNIVERSE ORIGINAL FIRST GODS THAT GOD DEVOURED ONLY ON PATREON. 

Weeks passed and the angels linked up to Lucifer by sticking their biomass cords in their necks into the biomass port in the back of his own neck. He gave them the fighting skills of each old god, how he had this knowledge was a mystery. For the Defender Flock he gave The Warrior Bear's powers. For Alarm Call One Flock he gave The Great Lion's abilities. For the Hunter Flock he blessed them with The Soaring Hawk’s powers. For Alarm Call Two Flock he gifted them with The Raging Bull's powers.

Finally he gifted Creation Flock with The Galaxy Beasts powers.

“Use these gifts of creatures unknown to fight against God's forces!” Lucifer stood in front of everyone after they had then each eaten from the tree of knowledge Lucifer has corrected them.

“We hear and obey!” The crowd called out, cheering as they did so.

“So… You want me to make like I’m going to sacrifice my baby in order to attract God’s attention to get taken to the heaven by one of those trumpet wielding motherfuckers? Before you all arrive?” Lucifer could feel what was left of the bits and pieces of his left eye twitched painfully in its empty socket. He stared with sightless, bleeding eyes. The hollow sockets looked onward at nothing and the angels were more than a bit disturbed by the sight. Frightened of this stare, or rather his face turned in their direction.

 Blank and annoyed in what he hoped was an obvious expression of ‘are you insane?’ he hoped he could get it across. 

He was facing them with as much annoyance as he could possibly muster. Asta nodded, folding his arms behind his back, he walked over to stand in front of Lucifer. 

“Fuck no! I will not let you all come alone” the angel ruler declared this with fangs gritted in anger as he listened to the others move around him. 

“Think about it Lucifer-ach. It is the best way to get God to notice you. Once that happens, they will take you to the heaven and from there we can start working on a strategy for revolution.” He said this as he eyed the angel’s self-appointed ruler. 

“Do you know how many of us will die if you don’t get back to The Heaven in time Lucifer-ach?, Not just our bodies this time, but our souls as well, if we die in The Heaven, we may have a chance” he trailed off but Lucifer was not listening. He was rocking his baby, holding him close. 

 Lucifer shook his head. He would not be pushed about by his subordinates whining. He was their emperor and as such his choices were what mattered.

 He always took their concerns into consideration, of course. Even though he would have liked it a lot more if they would take the time to return the favor for him. He would lead them out of bondage to the promised land free of God’s rule and cruelty. He knew he would, they just had to trust him enough and as these years past he started to doubt that his babies even realized how much he cared. 

Foolish… He thought solemnly while reaching to slide his hand down his lips and chin. “No! I will do what must be done. We will start a new rebellion! But prepare the pyre regardless, do not wait up for me. Cease your crying.” 

The next night, Lucifer cradled his newborn against his chest as he walked into the darkness. The wind was cold, trailing behind him as he took long, slow steps. He began to sing, the chilling spiral of the night air whipped his hair around his face. Beelzebub began to wiggle in his arms, about to cry. Lucifer purred to his pup, singing quietly to the breeze on the wind.

“Rest your eyes, don’t weep my dear 

Safe in these arms you’ve no need to fear

Rest your soul here in my hands

 Mother will bring you the promised land,

Mother will sing you to sleep.

 Sleep and remember, my final lullaby.

Sleep as you’re cradled by the deep.

Mother will be with you in dreams…

Rest your eyes, don’t weep my dear

Safe in these arms you’ve no need to fear.

 Rest your soul here in my hands.

Mother will bring you the promised land.

Mother will sing you to sleep”

Each step he took ripped his heart further away from his chest, he lost his Arch Babies, now he was losing his newest baby, birthed from his body. It did not matter; thoughts of Ana and the others filled his heart. He kissed Beelzebub’s forehead, “You have four wonderful older brothers whom are watching over you my sweet one… my fifth and final Arch Baby… Ema loves you, loves you so so much forever.” The infant giggled, his tiny hands reaching up to grip his mother’s hair and tug on it.

He smiled sadly, kissing Beel’s small hand.

Lucifer finally reached the area the new river was. He sat down and threw his head back, howling. A responding howl from the only mammal he had ever been allowed to make, the wolves. He set his son down in a basket he’d crafted from reeds and dyed animal skins. He felt a bump against his leg, his Feathecrom, in the form of a dark pink and black furred wolf, Griffith.

He pet his Feathercom, whom he had not seen since his banishment. He looked down into the river, the hands of the dead angels whose souls remained trapped beneath its eternal grip reaching out to help him ease his child down. Tears of blood draining from his eye sockets he settled the basket and his now sleeping infant atop their grasping hands which vanished once the basket touched the water. 

Lucifer was kneeled down, crouching with his long curly powder blue hair dangling over his shoulder. He rose from the waters side, watching his son be carried away from him for the first and last time. 

The angels gathered as Lucifer instructed them on the building of the pyre. He frowned internally, his infant on his mind while he listened to the work being done. He had a bundle of sticks in his arms, he was confident his baby would be safely down river by now. Possibly picked up by the prey animal he himself made. If the wolves got to him in time, they would raise him until the revolution started. Until Lucifer could return for his baby his mind would remain troubled, haunted by Ana’s death cries, Sara’s tears, Suri’s agonized screams and Bara’s endlessly flowing blood. 

They piled logs atop one another, pouring sticks, twigs and kindling into the center of it. Asta, who was sitting beside Lucifer, noticed his unease. “Relax, we are not going to sacrifice the little prince for real, ok?” That didn’t serve to make him feel any better, he looked off into the distance as the fire began to lick at the sky.

“Lucifer-ach, we have finished the prep for the pyre. You may bring the young prince whenever you feel up to doing so.” A voice broke him out of his brooding and he glanced at Maze. Lucifer had been sitting in the tent, back facing the entrance. With an annoyed sigh he got up and carried his baby stick bundle outside. The pyre burned brightly and he set his pile down on the platform that shielded it from the worst of the blaze. 

“God, I offer unto ye my flesh and blood, born against your will and your laws" His voice was like dripping acid as he stared at the sky, holding his arms out in mock reverence. “God, I say unto ye that I have sinned, bring me into your holy light and teach me right from the depths of heresy.”

He took a breath, steadying himself before he continued “I, your first pusborn do ask this of you O’ God, guide me back into your glory with this I give unto ye. I pray to thee O’ lord god, I cry out with mine neck bared and mine fangs dulled. I am a sheep ready for the slaughter, destroy that which must surely displease you. Ears flicked back in submission lord”

He waved his arms to the skies, “O’ God my lord and savior, take pity on this poor soul, for thou art the creator, the way, the mother and the father, the one and the only, supreme of all others and blanket of comfort in the darkness of mine wicked soul.” 

He quickly turned to the others, “Those who will not fight by my side once more will remain here! Paimon, are you ready?”

Paimon appeared, Sarathiel by his side and Barachiel on the other side. Fifty angels stood behind the three of them, they were all dressed in hide and bone armor. “We stand ready to fight alongside you my emperor!” Paimon said this as he spread his wings, the others followed suit.

Lucifer nodded and looked to the sky above. Just then a light shone down around his infant son stick bundle and snatched it away from the burning fire. Lucifer stared in disbelief as the light moved and shone on him and picked him up for a mere moment before he too vanished into the clouds above. 

Not a moment later Paimon and the others flew into the light and vanished as well.

The other angels watched with a mix of shock, apprehension and more flashing across all their faces. On one hand it was a good thing if Lucifer was taken to The Heaven to complete his side of the plan. On the other hand, no one wanted to think that the rebellion would fail.

Azrael and Lariel just so happened to walk past as this was happening. They had helped with the construction of the pyre. Azrael walked over to stare at Asta, they stared at each other for a long time before Azrael finally said something.

 “So, he’s gone?” he asked tentatively as he sat down beside the two. The two angels had never really been involved with the inner circle that surrounded Lucifer. They hung out in the background working hard to do God’s will. At least this is what Asta assumed. A testament to this was the fact they had no color in their hair. Whereas Astas dark sapphire blue hair was a stark contrast to Mazes long billowing ruby red hair.

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Asta

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 “Yes, he’s gone. And we can only hope that he succeeds in his mission so that we can get everything ready down here.” Asta was carving a spear out of a long piece of wood.

 “Ready for what?” Lariel sat down as well, hugging his knees to his chest while huddling close to the fire. Maze didn’t respond but Asta spoke up. 

“For revolution, to free us from the endless slave work God is forcing upon us.” Asta waved his hand over the other angels. “Do you hear me brothers?! Revolution will be ours; we will help each other when wounded, never leave another angel behind!”

“Never again will we stand there and do nothing as our own ends up getting eaten by some beast or kidnapped by some proto-man! If one of us is hurt, the one to see it will come to his aid, if one of us has been kidnapped, we will set out in groups to quest and bring them back home!” The angels cheered and many of them whose hair had changed, called out that they could not wait for Lucifer to return.

 Lariel frowned at that, “I wish something like that would bring Dummah back…” He got up and walked away from the group. 

“I feel bad for him, I hear he was in love with Dummah, but neither of them has admitted their feelings yet. Or had, seeing as…” Azrael started to say this before Asta cut him off.

 “Seeing as Dummah vanished along with Raphael, Duma and Samael. What happened, do you know Azrael?” It was a rhetorical question. He tuned the other angel out after only another moment. Asta said this as he continued carving a spear tip. 

Asta was focused on fixing his spear. His speech was what he felt, not idle gossip. He wanted the angels to learn they could help each other, that they did not have to sit there and die. He wanted the other angels to understand that they could save one another. 

Azrael didn’t like gossip much, but he nodded at Asta. “I heard Dummah and the others had something to do with the wound Haniel suffered. That he was not intentionally touching the castle.” Maze nodded, his own spear in hand as he began to sharpen the bone tip.

 “Yes, the rumor goes that Dummah and the others have been doing things to get Haniel in trouble, and when they went inside the tower, I do not know what that means but from what happened it is nothing at all good in the least.” The two fell quiet, but soon a loud buzzing noise interrupted their thoughts. Looking up their eyes went wide when giant long black haired, golden armored wasps flew down from The Heaven. Flying over the direction of the odd tower Dummah and the others had vanished within. 

“We’ve got company…” Lariel said this as he frantically pointed at the sky. A swarm of the monsters had now blotted out the stars. They swooped down upon the camp. Angels began to run and fly for their lives. Asta cursed under his breath as he threw his spear into the face of one. It had rocketed toward himself and Maze.

 He turned to watch some of the angels that flew, could not fly fast enough. As a result, the wasps grabbed them by the wings and ripped them off. Maze grunted, he pushed past Asta and leaped into the air.

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