“you’re so pure” he says, does he know im forsaken?

by piquex

Summary:

Everyone in Heaven had a purpose.

From the Sword of God to the Angel of Death, every holy being created by the Father was driven by a motivation. It wasn’t always explicitly spelt or told, but it was always known. A purpose was simply something you just could not avoid. If your own body didn’t force you to do it, your peers would.

Lucifer just wished he had been gifted a different purpose.

“Yesss,” Azrael grunted from above, carding his fingers through the smaller angel’s hair. “Just like that…”

OR

What if Lucifer’s purpose in Heaven had been far more sinful than others could’ve suspected?

Takes place before The Fall, heed the tags. Inspired by “I Can Be Good, Let Me Be Good!” by overall_sin_and_trash

Notes:

• For overall_sin_and_trash.

First time writing smut and on this website, pls feel free to comment any helpful criticism

Inspired by “I Can Be Good, Let Me Be Good!” by overall_sin_and_trash

Chapter 1: You Make Me Do Too Much Labour (1)

Everyone in Heaven had a purpose.

From the Sword of God to the Angel of Death, every holy being created by the Father was driven by a motivation. It wasn’t always explicitly spelt or told, but it was always known. A purpose was simply something you just could not avoid. If your own body didn’t force you to do it, your peers would.

Lucifer just wished he had been gifted a different purpose.

“That’s it,” Azrael grunts from above, carding his fingers through the smaller angel’s hair. “Just like that…”

Lucifer whined at the black-haired angel’s words, obediently licking along the underside of Azrael’s cock. He travels all the way from the balls to the tip, pleasuring the angel with practiced ease.

Lucifer wraps his mouth around the tip of Azrael’s dick, his mouth warm and wet and everything the Angel of Death needs. Lucifer tries taking it slow, carefully swallowing down more cock, but it’s just not the speed Azrael goes at.

From caring fingers to rough fingernails scratching his scalp, Lucifer is forced down on the whole thing. Lucifer gags, tears welling up in his eyes. His first instinct is to pull away, but Azrael’s firm grip on the back of his head keeps him planted. God, he’s big.

With his nose buried in Azrael’s musk and his chin slapping against the taller angel’s balls, Lucifer closes his eyes. He sits obediently and basks in the moment, in the feeling. A feeling he knew all too well.

How it felt to have someone own him, to have someone use him— and just be okay with it. To accept it and submit.

“Fuck,” Azrael moans, throwing his head back. He rolls his hips, marinating in the feeling of his youngest brother around him. The Ángel of Death chuckles breathily, beads of sweat trailing down his temple. “You’re doing so well, Luci. Keep this up and I’ll never want to leave.”

Pulling Lucifer off of him, he waits for the sharp inhale of breath before spearing the young angel on his cock again. Azrael keeps it at this rate, forcing himself deeper and deeper until he could feel Lucifer’s throat contracting around him. It was tight. Really tight. It felt so heavenly.

In and out, in and out, again and again and again.

Lucifer was a sobbing mess by the end of it, looking every part of the pitiful image he was. Hair ruffled, cheeks flushed, tears falling down his face. His plump lips were stretched around Azrael’s cock, his eyes low and half-lidded.

“I wish you could see yourself right now,” Azreal grunted, his hips snapping forward. Lewd sounds of slapping and slurping echoed throughout the room, drool and other fluids dripping down Lucifer’s chin. “Maybe then you would understand why everyone wants to bend you over and use you like the whore you are. Everyday I thank God for the gift you are. I don’t— fuck, know what I would do without you.”

Azrael’s thrusts start becoming sloppier as he reaches for his peak. The angel watches Lucifer’s face in bliss, getting off every time the young angel whines or cries.

Azrael is neutral when it comes to violence and force, but he still has his rare sadistic streak. Too bad for Lucifer it always comes out in bed.

“You swallow me so well, Lucifer. Tell me, how many cocks did you have to suck to get this good?”

Lucifer can barely hear his older brother. He thinks he might pass out, the lack of air making his head spin. It’s so much. It’s so big. He can’t speak, he can’t think, he can barely function. He was overwhelmed.

Father had told Lucifer that sex was supposed to bring pleasure. So why did it only bring pain, and why only to Lucifer?

With a final thrust, Azrael pulls Lucifer all the way down and keeps him there. Lucifer whines, shutting his eyes tightly. All the tension in Azrael’s body drops, along with his sperm. Spurt after spurt shoots out, painting the young archangel’s insides. After making sure Lucifer swallows every last drop, the Angel of Death finally pulls out.

A string of salvia connects Azrael’s cock to Lucifer’s tongue, breaking when Lucifer turns away. The young angel is pink all over, his eyes averted and head held low. The aftertaste of Azrael’s dick lingers in his mouth, the ever so present reminder of his constant humiliation.

“Aw, don’t look like that.” Azrael coos, tucking his shaft back into his robes. His robes, crafted to be modest and dark, are a vast contrast to Lucifer’s. Lucifer’s robes left no imagination to the eye, covering almost nothing. Golden chains and jewelry decorated his body far more than the cloths, strung across his body, forehead, legs, and arms. They jingled with every movement.

“You should have no shame in your purpose, Lucifer.” Azrael says. He stands up, pushing past the kneeling angel. “We all appreciate you for what you do.”

No, they didn’t. They didn’t appreciate him. They didn’t appreciate Lucifer.

They only appreciated his body. His skills. His purpose.

Lucifer glared at Azrael’s back through watery eyes, wiping off the drool on his chin with the back of his hand.

When he first was created, he loved his purpose. He executed it with eagerness, soaking up everything he was taught and allowed to learn. But that was a long time ago. Now, he did it with bitterness. Resentment.

He wanted to do more. He wanted to BE more.

But no. This was his purpose.

And he was nothing more than his purpose.

Notes:

next chapter will be about Micheal and Lucifer, and will probably be a bit longer

Chapter 2: All Day Every Day (2)

Summary:

pure smut, the consent is a bit dubious so do be warned

Notes:

yeah i’m not seeing the pearly gates after this 😭🙏

“I know you can do it. Just keep your throat relaxed, almost done. That’s it, baby, let me use your body for all it’s good for.”

 

Lucifer’s body nearly went completely limp at hearing his older brother’s voice.

As Micheal finally pulled out, he squeezed a few remaining drops of cum over the smaller angel’s already ruined face. Lucifer’s brain was feeling like static, floating him high up in the air.

“Such a good boy for me, taking all this so well. But we aren’t done yet. Not when your body’s still looking so needy.”

Micheal crouched down to Lucifer’s level, rubbing the mess of drool and cum over his chest while also tweaking the peaked buds of his nipples to get a little whine from him. Lucifer grew much louder when his fingers dipped lower, rubbing over chubby folds. Micheal raised an eyebrow on what he found.

“Oh. What's this?”

Lucifer almost caved in on himself, the painful shock that ran through him at the simple stimulation to his neglected sex.

He had been so focused on everything Micheal had been doing that he hardly noticed his own needs, made even more apparent when Micheal gave his mound a firm slap.

Lucifer yelped, jumping back. He didn’t get far though, kept in place by Micheal’s hand still tangled in his hair.

Micheal cooed condescendingly, tilting the younger’s face upwards. “Aw, did my pretty boy like having his mouth used this much?”

He kept steadily smacking his hand over Lucifer’s cunt, pulling out choked-off whines as the sensitive skin started to heat, soaking the hand making firm contact.

“We’ve really only just started. It hasn’t even been half an hour and you’re already so messy. Clearly, this is an invitation for me, hm? Be a good boy and get on the bed.”

Micheal removed himself from Lucifer but not before delivering a final hard smack directly to his cunt, knocking the air from his lungs.
Not bothering to wait for his brother to recover, Micheal easily climbed onto the bed, loosely fisting his still prominent erection, happily watching as Lucifer struggled to stand up on shaky legs.

The small angel was taking deep breaths, trying to clear his head from the constant static. It made moving difficult. Thankfully once he was close enough to the bed Micheal took pity on him, easily moving him to straddle his waist.

“Since I was kind enough to use your throat, I think it’s only fair you do all the work now and ride my cock.” Micheal said.

The grin Micheal flashed was downright predatory, only made worse when he rolled his hips to slide his cock against Lucifer’s sticky cunt, causing a zip of pleasure to rush through him at lightning speed.

Lucifer tried not to moan too loudly. “Y-yes Mikey.”

Taking more steadying breaths, Lucifer reached back to line Micheal up, sinking down slowly and carefully trying to give his much smaller body time to adjust to the monster his elder was packing.
That had been his plan anyway.
Instead, Micheal grabbed his hips and pulled Lucifer down while he pushed up, effectively spearing him straight down with a loud cry. Lucifer’s nails dug into Micheal’s chest, his toes curling and eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Micheal chuckled meanly at his obvious struggle.

“Don’t go quitting on me now, you know how much I love to watch you ride me.”

Lucifer shook like a leaf, his pussy pulsing around the large intrusion, throwing him straight to the edge.
He tried to find balance, nails still digging into Micheal’s chest, but every small movement he made was just inching Lucifer closer to his climax. He was so full. So full he swore he could feel Micheal’s cock back in his throat, stretching him out, carving its own special place in his body, turning Lucifer’s mind to absolute mush.

Becoming a bit impatient, Micheal planted his feet on the bed, tightened his hold on Lucifer’s hips, and started to launch his smaller body up and down his length, setting Lucifer’s body on fire.

Lucifer cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure. He didn’t know whether to grind back down on the huge cock spearing him or to pull away. “M-Micheal!” He moaned. “I’m— ah!”

 

Lucifer hiccuped around a sob, his body locking up with the second thrust, all his pleasure releasing at once, making a wet mess where they were connected.

 

“Oh baby, is that why you were being slow? Didn’t want to cum too quickly?” Micheal asked through various grunts, a predatory grin on his lips. “Don’t worry, you can come as many times as you want, because we aren’t stopping until I’m done with this tight slutty body.”

Micheal then started to sped up his thrusts, becoming rougher while Lucifer could do nothing but take it.

His pussy felt like it was being rubbed raw, the stubble around the base of Micheal’s cock sending little sparks of pleasure-pain against his abused clit. His wings were puffing up and with what fraction of his voice may have been remaining was quickly diminishing with each choked-off scream.

Lucifer’s head was starting to roll over with static again, getting lost in the feeling of everything until his hand was grabbed and placed over his navel.

“Feel that baby? You’re so tiny I can see myself fucking into your greedy little cunt.”

Looking down, Lucifer could see his stomach distending with each deep thrust Micheal took, forcing his body to take everything that was given to him.

Struggling to keep any sort of balance, Lucifer rubbed his hand over where he could feel Micheal, putting pressure on his cock’s prominent head with loud cut-off moans from both of them.

It almost felt like giving Micheal a hand job, trying to wring out his pleasure right where Lucifer wanted it.

Micheal caught on quickly, watching Lucifer intensely. His icy blue eyes morphed into something dark and deep, feeling more than seeing his little brother clench around him.

“Oh, does my slutty brother want my cum? Tell me where you want it, baby.”

Micheal’s voice was as dark as his eyes, a growl hardening the words, his hips still moving roughly and forcing Lucifer that much further to the edge.

“-ere Mikey ah- Ri-ngh here!” Lucifer cried, increasing the pressure on his stomach, his pussy tingling with the need to cum again.

Chuckling lowly, Micheal tightened his hold on Lucifer’s waist hard enough he knew there would be a bruise tomorrow and shoved him down as hard as his arms would allow, moaning his release.

Lucifer crumbled down into his older brother’s arms, holding onto him like a lifeline, little tremors coursing through his whole body as he chased the debilitating liquid pleasure.

His pussy pulsed, greedily squeezing Micheal’s cock with his orgasms, mewling softly at the feeling of warm sticky cum flooding his insides. He didn’t think it was possible but he felt even fuller than before. He was truly and absolutely wrecked.

Micheal wrapped his arms around Lucifer, pulling him in for a quick, messy, breathless excuse of a kiss, giving them both a moment to come down from the high.

They were absolutely filthy, sticking together with various fluids, exhaustion starting to settle in, but Micheal still wasn't done.

His cock still sat stiff in Lucifer’s limp body, twitching with the need for more.

Adjusting his hold and pulling out, Micheal carefully flipped them over, Lucifer whimpering as he was moved onto his back. They were still going? Lucifer could barely move…

While Micheal settled them, his cum started to gush from Lucifer’s used cunt, staining the soft sheets beneath them, making him look dirtier than before.

Ignoring his brother’s obvious exhaustion, Micheal pushed Lucifer’s legs back, locking his knees near his shoulders, and rubbed his cock over his sensitive pussy, receiving a high-pitched keen.

Fuck he looked so good like this.

Not wanting to wait anymore, Micheal thumbed himself back into the tantalizing sloppy cunt, grunting appreciatively at how slick the slide was instead of listening to Lucifer’s broken overstimulated cries.

Lucifer’s back arched intensely when the new angle hit all his over-sensitive buttons in one go and Micheal went right back to using him as nothing more than a toy, thrusting in almost painfully deep.

Pure white wings were spread limply on either side of Lucifer’s body, his head facing the ceiling, letting punched out little ‘ah’s’ escape with every rough thrust, plunging him back into the fuzzy static.

Micheal’s hips weren’t showing any signs of slowing down, eagerly taking far more than his full, enjoying his little angel looking beyond fucked with his little pink tongue sticking out and soft blue eyes crossed.

“Look so gorgeous when you get all cock drunk for me,” Micheal groaned, pushing Lucifer’s legs back further, forcing his hips to lift so Micheal could grind in even deeper, keeping the angel in a mating press.

The change of position caused Lucifer to groan loudly, his pussy trembling deliciously around Micheal’s cock, the poor thing too fucked out to cum properly.

Micheal managed to wring another handful of those delicious spasms from the body beneath him before reaching his own end with a happy sigh, the little bump in Lucifer’s abdomen swelling up a bit more with the new load of cum.

Despite having already cum three times now, Micheal wanted- no, needed more. His cock still stood painfully hard between his legs, slicked in both their cum. Lucifer looked like he was seconds away from passing out, his pussy gaping from the previous abuse, leaking copious amounts of cum.

Micheal considered going back to using his beautiful angel’s throat but his voice was already beyond wrecked and he didn’t want to make it any worse, which only left…

“Nggg.”

Micheal was careful to turn Lucifer over, still ignoring his little groans to rub a warm hand over his thigh, slowly working his way up to Lucifer’s ass.

Squeezing the soft flesh between big hands Micheal realized he had only been allowed to use this hole a handful of times. Usually, whenever they had tried, Lucifer would get embarrassed or would be too tense for proper stretching.

But with permission to do whatever he wanted and the other two holes already used up, Micheal couldn’t possibly pass up this opportunity.

He hummed mostly to himself, spreading Lucifer’s cheeks enough to get his cute pink hole to wink at him.

“You look so cute here.” The older angel said, mostly to himself. Lucifer was too out of it to process anything.

Fuck Micheal couldn't wait to ruin him again.

There was lube within reaching distance on the nightstand next to the bed, but while looking down at the mess they had already made, Micheal decided to use what was already in front of him.

Lucifer gasped loudly, whining when Micheal started to smear heavy globs of their combined spend over his other hole, getting louder and louder with each movement.

Despite his voice getting louder Lucifer’s body was still reasonably relaxed, allowing Micheal to stretch him quickly, just aiding in his need to be inside already.

Figuring he was stretched enough after four-fingers, Micheal tapped the head of his cock against the sweet pink hole a few times, then started to slowly sink right in.

“F-fuck Mikey, baby -oh fuck what?! What are you- fuck fuck fuck!” Lucifer’s head shot up, his body going rigid, clamping down on Micheal like a vice until his ass was slapped harshly.

“Fuck holes don’t get to ask questions. Now loosen yourself up.”
Micheal growled, forcefully pushing in a bit more, hissing from the extreme pressure on his dick.

Lucifer clawed at the sheets beneath him, struggling to force his body to behave for his brother. He was just so full.

Micheal had never felt so big, spearing him open like this, had never demanded so much space in his body. It felt like his guts were being re-arranged, forcing more of his cum from earlier out of his pussy to make room.

Lucifer was sure he would die there.
Then Micheal started actually moving.

Stars exploded along his eyes, any remaining air forced from his lungs and his wings stuck straight up. Micheal was brutal with his thrusts, throwing Lucifer back down onto his hips similar to how he had done earlier that day, chasing after his own pleasure with no regard to Lucifer’s sensitivity.

“Feels like I’m fucking your virgin pussy again. Should figure out how to keep your cunt nice and tight like this regularly,” Micheal growled darkly, biting over Lucifer’s shoulder and pushing a hand down between his legs to roughly rub against his clit.

Lucifer was sure he had cum again- probably multiple times after that but his consciousness had started to cut in and out. His body was exhausted, oversensitive and filthy, but he still felt so fucking good. With his mind and body lost in pleasure, Lucifer only had one thought.

He hoped Micheal wasn’t recording this. He would hate to watch Micheal fucking his unconscious body, moving him around like a perfect sex doll, growling those filthy things into his ear, forcing Lucifer’s own climax over and over again. Not to mention the fact that Micheal would probably share the tape.

“We are definitely doing this again…” Micheal’s words rung out, barely cutting through the ringing in Lucifer’s head.

Notes:

lmao i didn’t expect this much attention for this silly little fanfic!! I’ve never been in a huge fandom before so let me tell you i appreciate every single one of y’all’s kudos and comments :3

 

Remember to check out overall_sin_and_trash !!

Chapter 3: he’d do what you taught him (3)

Summary:

a little bit of backstory— lucifer’s discovery of his purpose and the training that follows it

this chapter has grooming and pedophilia!! do be warned

Notes:

holy cow i haven’t updated this since last year!! sorry!! i will bring this fic back from the dead

[A long, long, time ago]

“Azrael, no.”

Lucifer turned around with wide eyes, his attention diverted from the duckling in his hands. He looked up at the two angels that had snuck up behind him. Confusion passed through his expression.

Micheal was gripping Azrael’s wrist, the Angel of Death’s hand outstretched right above Lucifer’s blonde locks. Azrael stared at Lucifer for a long moment, before snatching his wrist away from Micheal.

He huffed, pouting.

“But Micheal…” Azrael complained.

“I know. I know.” Micheal sighed, clicking his tongue. “But you know what Father has said. He’s still much too young.”

“He’s been much too young since… forever.” Azrael groaned. He was staring at Lucifer again, in the way that made Lucifer feel like he was much too exposed. Which was weird, because he was donned in floor-length robes.

“I’m not a patient man, Micha.” Azrael trailed off.

“Nor am I.” Micheal said. “But Aza… just wait. Our patience will be rewarded. It is not much longer until the fruit is ripe.”

Lucifer, along with the duckling sitting in his open palm, tilted his head. He stared up at the looming figures with big blue eyes.

“Fruit?” He asked, butting himself into the conversation. His voice was soft and light, like the chirping of birds on an early morning. Everyone always told him how beautiful it was.

“Hm?” Micheal and Azrael jerked, blinking as if they were seeing Lucifer for the first time. Which was… weird, considering they had been staring at him the entirety of the interaction.

But Lucifer brushed it off. It happened so often that he didn’t mind it anymore. As long as they were staring, it gave him attention. And Lucifer thrived on that. It was normal for a kid his age.

Micheal recovered the quickest.

He reached down towards the kneeling angel, brushing strands of blonde hair out of his face. His fingers traced Lucifer’s cheekbones, and Lucifer cooed at the touch.

Lucifer found that he always seemed to crave the touch of another, and when he asked why, Father simply answered that it would help a lot when he was older.

Which was frustrating to say the least. Everyone was always keeping him in the dark, tip-toeing around him and never really giving him direct answers. They said it was because he was too young. That he would figure it out when he was older.

But Lucifer thinks he wants the answers right now.

Surely it would help him prepare for his purpose? Since everyone already seemed to know what it was.

“Ah, don’t worry about it, baby.” Micheal answered smoothly. He smiled, his teeth shining. “When you’re this cute, you don’t have to use your pretty little brain at all!!”

He emphasized the point by poking Lucifer’s forehead with two fingers.

Which Lucifer responded by hissing, moving to pull away. He didn’t like when Micheal did that. It made him feel stupid.

But he technically was, wasn’t he? It’s not like anyone has bothered to teach him anything. He didn’t even know how to read.

Everyone always summing it up to how he’ll learn to do it later.

But why did he have to wait, when Gabriel was already writing whole scripts!! Reading huge thick books from the archive!

What was so different about him and Lucifer??

Why was Lucifer treated so differently?

“I’m not a baby.” Lucifer snapped. He tried not to sound whiny, but with the way Micheal’s amused expression didn’t change at all, he supposed he failed at that a bit.

“Of course you aren’t.” Micheal smiled.

“Then stop treating me like one.”

Azrael laughed suddenly.

His laugh was like a cackle, similar to those “crow” creatures Lucifer was pretty sure were based off the Angel of Death. It took a few moments for him to calm down.

“See, Micheal?” The raven-haired angel keened. “He said he’s ready.”

Lucifer’s eyes widened in barely contained excitement. There was only one other thing he could be ready for.

“Yes!” Lucifer exclaimed, his small fists clenched in front of his chest as he tried not to jump from joy. “I am ready, I am!”

Micheal’s golden eyes slid from Lucifer to Azrael, and then back to Lucifer. He looked… unsure. But he too also looked excited.

“I’ll bring it up the Council.” Micheal said finally. His hands made it back to Lucifer’s face, his fingers grazing through blonde locks. He was doing the thing where he was looking at Lucifer, but not really, again. “We’ll see what they say.”

“I’m pretty sure they’ll be just as stoked as us.” Azrael smirked. “They’ve seen Lucifer. They know just how’ll good it will be.”

Lucifer brims at that. Everyone sees so much potential in him. He can only hope that he will fulfill it.

“I’ll do my best.” Lucifer nodded with full determination. He tried not to get too excited just yet. But this could finally be the turning point!! He’ll be just as cool as everyone else!

Like Micheal and Azrael, who protected Heaven from the darkness.

Like Raphael, who healed everyone’s scrapes and burns from training or goofing off.

Like Uriel, who taught everyone the wisdom of Father’s words.

Like Gabriel, who was so quick writing down things Father said.

Or like Jophiel, who resolved any argument so quickly it happened in a blink of an eye.

Lucifer hoped he would have something like Jophiel’s. It felt great making others happy, so if it was his purpose, then he would always feel great!

And plus, Lucifer didn’t like fighting. And he hated the sight of blood. And he didn’t even know how to read.

Manifesting a rose in his hand, Micheal pushed it behind Lucifer’s ear. The deep red was a beautiful contrast to his pale skin and blonde hair. Lucifer giggled bashfully.

“Thank you, Micha.” He smiled.

Micheal pressed a kiss onto his head. “Of course, baby. I promise I’ll get the council to agree with your early graduation.”

“I’ll tag along too.” Azrael grinned from behind Micheal. “To get the point across further. You can never have too much.”

Lucifer nodded, exclaiming happily. “Yeah!”

He was just a kid.

===

Lucifer’s graduation was the best day of his life.

Discarding the plain old robes he usually wore, it was replaced with sheer silky ones that fitted his body nicely. He wore golden jewelry on his wrists, ankles, and neck, the jewels winking up at him as he spun in a little circle. His feet were left bare, while his head was crowned with flowers.

He smiled up at Jophiel through the mirror as she did the finishing touches. She had been close to strapping him down onto his chair, as he couldn’t seem to stop moving. He giggled when Jophiel shot him another glare as he moved his head.

Finally, with one last comb through his blonde locks, Jophiel patted his shoulders, sighing. She leaned her face close to his, pressing their cheeks together as they both stared at Lucifer through the mirror.

“Are you ready, Lucy?” Jophiel asked. She was the only one he let use that nickname.

Lucifer smiled big, seeming to exert his own form of light. “Super!”

Jophiel smiled softly, humming. But unlike her mouth, her eyes told of a sad story. She seemed to be… upset.

Lucifer’s smile dropped. He titled his head as he searched the other angel’s face.

Turning, he grabbed his older sister’s chin gently.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

Jophiel’s eyes were wet now. She shook her head, trying to laugh but it came out weak and wet.

“Joph?”

A tear slipped out. She closed her eyes, taking a deep, shaky breath.

When she opened them again, the smile was back on her face.

“I’m just so… happy to see my little brother… grow up.” She whispered.

Lucifer smiled bashfully, his cheeks lighting up in a beautiful shade of red. Wrapping his arms around her neck, he pulled her into a hug.

Shaky hands came to rest on his back. Jophiel dug her face into his shoulder, and Lucifer could feel her tears seep through his robes and onto his skin as she continued to cry. She was so proud of Lucifer, and Lucifer couldn’t help but let out a few tears as well.

Today was the day!!

He was growing up!!

===

The nomination had been quick.

Lucifer had walked into the court room, all eyes on him as he peered back up with wide eyes. He had stood in the middle of the room, his hands clasped in front of him and his wings lowered in submission.

He had listened attentively as Gabriel had read the script. After all the promises and droning Lucifer didn’t care to use his brain for, he was finally given his title.

The title he has spent countless nights thinking of.

The title he has nudged and asked for since he could remember.

The title that would be his, and his only.

“The Angel of Joy.” Gabriel had announced.

That was his title. His new name.

And the words quickly rung throughout his head, the tips of his feathers quivering and the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.

This was the feeling every angel spoke of. The moment that no angel would ever forget, the moment that always seemed to be present in their mind.

Lucifer was growing up.

And the courtroom exploded with noise.

Angels all around the courtroom rejoiced, fireworks and magic blasting into the air as a way of celebration. A new angel has been added into their ranks. Another being blessed by the Lord.

Several angels flew down to grab Lucifer, hooking their arms together and lifting him into the sky. The room was still hollering with joy as he was pulled outside, only met with more and more celebration.

Flowers and golden garments decorated the pillars that stretched to the sky, along with a golden carpet replacing the usual red one. Angels of all types and sizes lined the carpet, clapping and cheering on as Lucifer flew past, spinning around in excitement.

The smile on his face was wider than ever. Everyone was here. For his purpose. For him.

The siblings that had not been in the courtroom met him at the end of the carpet. They wore proud smiles on their faces, their arms reaching out to all get a piece of their baby brother. Lucifer was hugged multiple times, his hair ruffled even more.

After a few “I love you”s and “I’m so proud of you”s, they made their way to the dining hall. Lucifer felt like a celebrity as angels met them all along the way, giving him flower-crowns and more pretty jewelry to accessorize himself in.

By the time they made it to the dining hall’s entrance, Lucifer was dressed in so much jewelry he shone like a diamond itself.

The rest of the night seemed like a blur. The food had been plentiful and delicious, and Lucifer swore he had been stuck in the fruits and sweets table for almost an hour. There had just been too many options! They all looked too delicious for Lucifer to choose.

There had been a few speeches, and a ton of tears.

Everyone just seemed so happy for him.

It was a great feeling. He hoped it lasted forever.

===

Lucifer’s training started immediately the next day.

Everyone was required to go through at least five years of training for their purpose, and Lucifer was no exception.

His wings twitched behind him as he looked around the room he had been left in. He was sitting on a stone slab, a few chairs placed in front of him. There was a wall covered in huge ceiling to floor windows behind the chairs, but other than that the room was really plain. Nothing much to say about it.

Lucifer just wondered exactly how he was supposed to train for his purpose. He was the Angel of Joy. Surely that just meant smiling a bit wider and looking cute a bit more?

Or maybe they would tell him ways to make others happy. But he was pretty sure he already knew most of all of it!!

The door behind Lucifer suddenly clicked open. The sharp clacking of footsteps echoed throughout the room as someone walked in. Another click signified they closed the door behind him.

Turning curiously, Lucifer watched as the figure came to walk around his slab and right in front of him.

Lucifer’s face broke out into a smile as he recognized it as his brother. “Uriel!” He exclaimed, shooting up to his feet. He pulled the other into a hug, which Uriel returned with an awkward pat on his shoulder.

“Hello, Lucifer.” Uriel greeted back. His voice was smooth, his tone always seeming to hold a quality of calmness.

“What are you doing here?” Lucifer asked as he sat back down. “You’re not a teacher!” He laughed.

Uriel smiled wistfully, sitting down himself. He crossed his legs as the chair creaked beneath him. “You are correct.” He said, hands fiddling with his clipboard. “But Father requested that I specifically be your teacher. He wants you taught by the very top.”

Lucifer’s eyes widened animatedly. “Woah, really?! That’s so cool!!”

Uriel chuckled, tapping his pen on his clipboard. It made a hollow thunk. “I think so too.”

“What are you going to teach me?”

It was then that Uriel looked Lucifer straight in the eye. His smile was not the usual one of lack of effort, this time instead it was cruel and sharp at the edges.

“I will teach you many things. Techniques and strategies you did not even know existed.”

Lucifer tilted his head, but the bright smile still sat on his face. Uriel continued.

“Today will only be the beginning.” He said. He peered down at his clipboard, before crossing something off. “Let us start with Lesson One. Posture.”

Lucifer pouted.

He tried not to be disappointed.

Posture?? That seemed boring.

What about juggling? Or cartwheels? Or, ooh— trampolining!!

Uriel caught the pout in Lucifer’s face, but he simply chuckled. “This is only the first lesson, Lucifer. Do not look so down.”

Lucifer blinked, caught red-handed. It’s not like he had been trying to hide it, though.

He nodded. The smile crept back onto his face. “I guess you’re right.” Lucifer said.

Uriel smirked. “I always am.”

Standing up, Uriel started to stalk around Lucifer in a circle. His voice was back to tone deaf as he started to speak.

“As the Angel of Joy, it is your job to bring pleasure to Heaven. Your purpose may start out as overlooked, but not to worry, as I predict it will catch traction very quickly. Word will spread like a wild fire.” Uriel said. He tapped Lucifer’s back with his pen as he stopped to stand behind the angel. “Appearances are everything. You will have to look appealing.”

“Appealing?” Lucifer asked.

Uriel tapped Lucifer’s back with his pen again. “Arch your back.”

“Uh..” Lucifer looked back at his brother, twisting his waist. He didn’t know exactly what Uriel wanted him to do.

Uriel just smiled. “No worries.” He placed down his clipboard and pen on the empty space next to Lucifer, before his hands made its way to the younger angel’s body. One hand was planted on his chest, while the other went to rest on his lower back.

Uriel pushed on Lucifer’s lower back, but made him keep his chest up. It put Lucifer in a position where he was jutting both his chest and his bottom out.

It felt… funky. Unnatural.

“There we go. That’s how you arch your back.” Uriel said, pulling away. “So when I ask you to arch your back, you do this. Is that clear?”

“Yeah!!”

“Hm. Now put your hands on your knees.” Uriel ordered.

Lucifer put his hands on his knees.

“Spread your legs— Yes, like that. Put your knees together without moving you feet.”

Lucifer listened to Uriel attentively, watching his brother closely for a reaction that he was doing good. After a few more nudges and pushes of Uriel’s pen, Uriel stepped back towards his seat.

He looked down at Lucifer, before a smile broke onto his face. “You’re perfect, Lucifer.”

The young angel keened, his wings lifting up slightly. He smiled back.

“Now, this is one position you can sit in.” Uriel said. “There’s a few others though, that I would like to add. It shouldn’t be difficult.”

They sped through the next few very quickly. Lucifer was a quick learner, and most of this stuff was extremely easy.

Lucifer left that day with a few more tricks on his mind, Uriel’s commands and words echoing through his head as he flew back home. The wind ruffled his hair nicely.

These lessons seemed easy enough.

He couldn’t wait to see what the next one would be.

Notes:

thanks for reading!! the next chapter will be more training and def more freaky