forum I'm Sorry, It's Not Your Problem// O/O // gAy // OPen

Started June 30, 2019 by @bubblegum

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Lucifer looked at the time, then dragged himself up the stairs to the first floor. He had been down there all night, and exhaustion was tearing at him so badly he barely watched where he was going. Angelica had left him there probably at midnight, she got the luxury to be sleeping in a comfortable bed somewhere in the palace. Lucifer hoped it wasn’t his.

Gabe's eyes blinked open, and he quickly sat up, regretting it almost immediately. His chest and back hurt enormously - both from sleeping the wrong way and emotions, probably. He ran a hand through his curls, exhaling softly.

Lucifer quickly decided, after what happened last night, Gabe needed to get out of the palace. Away from Angelica— away from him. It’d be safer that way. He slowly made his way to Gabe’s room, gently knocking on the door. He hoped he didn’t look as bad as he felt.

Gabe looked up, moving to get up for a moment before pausing. He didn't know who it was. It could be Lucifer, and he knew that if he saw Lucifer again, he would have another breakdown. But he wanted to see him again, nevertheless, for some strange reason. Like he always would want to see Abby after she'd made him collapse.

“Gabe? Angelica didn’t bother you, did she?” Lucifer asked softly, worry instantly sinking in him. And anger, if Angelica truly did bother him. Or worse, hurt him… Lucifer began tapping his foot anxiously, growing more and more concerned every second.

Gabe looked up to the door, resting his elbows on his knees. He…he would at least answer. He wanted to, and it was okay. Enough.
"No."

“Oh thank goodness,” Lucifer leaned against the door, relief washing over him. A small, relieved smile appeared on his face and he asked, “Can I come in?”

Gabe was silent for a couple of seconds, debating whether this was a good idea. His mind told him that Lucifer needed to go away, and that he could figure things out on his own like he normally did whenever Abby left. But he knew he wanted to see Lucifer, and badly.
"Yes," He replied, his voice still as deadpan as it was before.

Lucifer hesitantly opened the door at Gabe’s tone, concern etching into all his features as he poked his head in. “Is everything okay?” He asked, yet again wondering if Angelica had scared Gabe or something.

Gabe looked up at him, sucking in a very small breath as he did so. It…nothing, really, was okay, but should he say it?
"No," He responded quietly, eyes drifting down to the floor again.

Lucifer couldn’t hold himself back, he immediately walked in and snagged a chair so he could sit next to Gabe without invading his space. His eyes were filled with worry when he looked at Gabe, “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked gently, not wanting to force anything on Gabe. Definitely not after last night.

He wanted to, but at the same time he knew if he even started to, he would stop. He couldn't. He couldn't even answer the question. He stayed silent, looking up at Lucifer, some black curls falling into his face.

Lucifer bit his lip, but he didn’t want to push Gabe any further. Maybe he’d had a bad dream about his ex. Maybe he just wanted to get his mind off it. Lucifer frowned a little, “If you ever- just that- I’m always here for you,” He told him quietly, biting his lip. He figured he should get to the point he had come in here to say, in case Gabe wanted to be alone. “I- Uh, Gabe, I came here to tell you I rented out a place for you in a the city. It’s a nice apartment, with room service and everything. Just that with Angelica here… I don’t the palace would be the best place for you. I can visit a lot, if you’d like.” Lucifer didn’t know what he’d do if Angelica hurt Gabe.

Gabe stayed quiet for a couple more moments, simply staring at Lucifer in a way that became rather unnerving after a while - in the lighting, his eyes appeared almost black, and that with his hair and skin, now gray in the light, seemed like a ghost.
Eventually, he spoke.
"Who is she?"

Lucifer raised his eyebrows, “Angelica? She’s…” My warden, my tormentor, my ex-lover, “She’s an angel. She comes down from heaven a lot, kinda like an ambassador. God can’t see in hell -I can’t see in heaven- so she’s somewhat of a messenger.” Lucifer wished she was just a messenger. “You don’t have to worry about her,” He finished quietly.

Gabe paused for another while, never taking his eyes off Lucifer. "You love her."

Lucifer nearly gagged, “Hell no. Definitely not. Just- no. Was that what was bothering you?” Lucifer asked, shocked.

Gabe pressed his lips together, something like relief washing over him, but not quite. He looked to the floor again, remaining silent. After a while, he stopped and looked up at him again. "You went with her."

“Yes, I did, but- but not like that,” Lucifer admitted, sighing, “I guess I was stupid for hoping you wouldn’t ever have to know about her.” Lucifer chewed on his lip before continuing, “How much do you know about the stories of the creation of hell?”

"Enough," Gabe responded, his voice still as low and monotone as it had been since he'd woken up. It was strange to see him like this - whenever he didn't trust somebody or his emotions conflicted over something, he would suddenly become quiet, simple, and monotonous for quite a while.

Lucifer frowned a little, his eyes filled with sadness as he continued, “Angelica and I were a few of the first angels made. Almost a council, for the Lord. We were happy, I guess you could say,” Lucifer paused before continuing, “Angelica was greedy though. She was jealous of God’s power. So she began sowing seeds of distrust. Angelica couldn’t fool God, but… she could fool me. She framed me, and I was sent to rule hell. I wanted to go back, to tell God of my innocence- but you can’t communicate directly to heaven from hell. And I’m sentenced to live here forever.”
Lucifer paused, staring at the ground. He took a deep breath before continuing, “At first I stayed locked up in my palace. I guess I was mourning, I don’t even know. But as time went on, the demons that inhabited hell grew more and more restless. You see, hell gets it power from what I call the basement,” Sorrow filled Lucifer’s eyes, “Basically, hell gets it’s power from bloodshed. Torture. At first I thought it was horrible, and refused to do it. But then Angelica came down from heaven and told me I had to do it. Because if I didn’t…” Lucifer found he had trouble continuing, staring at the floor and furiously blinking the hint of water from his eyes.

Gabe raised an eyebrow, refusing to cry himself, although his emotions were the likes of it. "Yes?"

Lucifer shook his head at himself, “Uh, sorry. Just that Angelica is… well, she’s holding my sister hostage, in heaven. And if I don’t do what she says… she’ll hurt her.” Lucifer wrung his hands. Many people didn’t know the devil had a sister, but Faith was as real as the air they breathed. Just hardly talked about, since she lived in the far corners over heaven.