Note: this chapter takes place several minutes before the end of the last chapter.

☆ ??'s POV, present tense

My chance to take her has arisen.

☆ Second person POV, past tense

Lucifer's back slammed against the concrete wall, the beautiful black wings that had sprouted there moments ago crumpling, sending silky black feathers everywhere. Alastor hit him again, and he was about to a third time when Lucifer splayed his hand outward, using some invisible force to make Alastor wince in pain.

You cringed. It was thrilling, yet emotionally painful, in a way, to watch them fighting. The guilt came in waves; each time you saw Alastor get hurt, another one came.

They were fighting over you. Every time Alastor got hurt, it was because of you. That was what made watching this whole thing painful to bear.

"It's fascinating, isn't it?"

You gasped, spooked. For a second, you thought it might have been Eve, but when you turned around to see the woman standing beside you, your assumption was demolished. The woman was anything but the brunette with the thin green dress. She had long, blonde hair—so long that it curled around her skinny ankles. A silky, burgundy dress hung down her extremely curvy figures, defining every bit of her Victoria's-secret-model-worthy body.

You let your eyes scan the entirety of her, judging every bit. "Who are you?" you asked her.

"I'm Lucifer's wife, and Charlie's mother. I'm surprised you and I haven't met yet," she said. Her voice was smooth and deep, like melted chocolate. "You may call me Lilith."

Just as she finished talking, the ceiling dashed towards the ground, and for a heart-shattering moment, you thought you were all going to be crushed like Spongebob under the heel of Dennis the Hitman's boots. Except then the ceiling halted, but not before it hit Alastor, sending him crashing towards the ground.

His back slammed into the concrete floor, and Lucifer was above him in a flash. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight, and you started picking at one of your fingernails nervously. You desperately wanted to do something to help him, but you knew that all of your efforts would be futile.

You turned to glare at Lilith, suddenly feeling snarky. "Come to cheer on your husband, didn't you?"

Lilith smiled, ignoring your clearly hostile tone. Her expression was sticky and sweet, and it kind of looked like her lips were covered with syrup. They were, in fact, covered in black lipstick. "No. Quite the opposite, in fact. I came to save you."

You paused, staring at her. Why would she have come to help me? you thought, perplexed. She's supposed to be on the other team.

You must have looked as appalled as you felt, because she continued to explain herself, "I think you should get a chance at life—well, a chance at living in the afterlife, I mean—but my husband is trying to take that away from you." She glanced over at the two fighting demons, then back at you. "If we can get them to stop fighting, I can talk to my husband and we can create some sort of... agreement."

"How do I know I can trust you?" you blurted.

Lilith hesitated, like she didn't know how to answer the question. "Your name is (Y/N), right?"

"Uh, yeah." You frowned. How did everyone know who you were? Were you really that special?

"Okay, (Y/N), I'll tell you why you can trust me." Lilith blinked, her long eyelashes batting like butterfly wings. You wondered if they were real. "I want you to survive as much as I want all of the other Purebloods to survive. I want to save you all, because Lucifer is treating you like animals. He's giving you away to heaven like you are worth nothing."

Lilith paused, then lowered her voice. "But I know that you are worth a lot," she whispered, almost to herself.

You sighed. There was nothing else you could do. It was either trust this woman who claimed she wanted to help you, or ignore her and end up in heaven.

"Okay. How do we get them to stop?"

Lilith looked back up at Lucifer and Alastor. You followed her gaze.

Alastor had his palms against Lucifer's jaw, his sharp fingers pressing into the devil's rosy cheeks. His red eyes were shining like spotlights, glaring down at Lucifer with an insane hunger.

It looked like he was about to choke Lucifer to death.

"Alastor, wait!"

He hesitated and turned around.

In the split second after Alastor turned to face you, Lucifer manifested the hilt of that bloody-looking sword of his within his grasp.

And then he did the unthinkable.

He

stabbed

Alastor.

It was like someone had stuck a knife in your throat and asked you to keep breathing. Like someone had ripped out your stomach and asked you to eat; it was like trying to do something that you just couldn't do.

That was how it felt to tell yourself to remain calm at that moment. There was no way in hell that you could remain calm. Not when Alastor was just stabbed in the stomach.

Not when you were forced to watch him choke, then fall to the ground, blood dripping from his separated lips.

For a few solid, unnaturally silent seconds, you were frozen in place like a statue. No part of your body moved, except for your chest, which was fluttering unevenly to keep your breath from faltering.

"Alastor?"

There was no response.

It was the deafening silence that radiated from Alastor's still body that made the ice in your veins break away. You dashed towards him, then fell to your knees on the concrete beside him.

"Alastor, hey, get up. Someone just came to help us," you rushed. Your hands were shaking, so you placed them on his arm and squeezed, hoping that the feeling of his flesh underneath your fingers would calm you. "Her name is Lilith. C'mon, you have to get up so we can leave."

Alastor's eyes were glassier than you had ever seen them, and his smile was barely there. He looked pitiful, yet still handsome, in your eyes. A small pool of red blood spread out from the stab wound and over his already-red suit jacket, solidifying the notion that he was, in fact, bleeding.

With each passing second of silence, your heart ached more and more. As you sat there, waiting for him to speak or move or do anything with tears leaking down your face, you heard Lilith approached Lucifer. You knew that she was doing so because you could hear her stilettos clicking against the smooth ground.

Suddenly, Alastor coughed. The relief that flooded through you was so strong that it made your head go dizzy.

"Cupcake, will you... will you do me a little favor?" he whispered, his voice even raspier than usual. There was a thin stream of blood running down his cheek from the corner of his mouth. You wiped it away with your thumb.

"Yes, of course." You kept your hand on his cheek and looked deep into his eyes. You never wanted to look away from those eyes, those red-tinted windows into the charming mystery that was his soul. You never wanted to stop touching him, the heat of his impossibly soft skin underneath your fingertips, sending waves of electricity up your arms. "What is it?"

Alastor glanced over at Lucifer and stared for a moment. For an agonizing second, you thought he was dead, but then you realized that he was only listening.

Lucifer and Lilith were whisper-shouting a heated discussion. "I saved your life," Lilith snapped. "Now that girl belongs to me, and there's nothing you can do about it."

You froze.

Um, what the fuck did she just say?

"Take the sword out of my stomach," Alastor hissed before coughing again. A bit of blood flew past his lips and onto your hand. "Hurry."

You looked up at the blonde couple. Lilith had her back facing you, but Lucifer could easily see if you tried to pull the sword out of Alastor's gut. Plus, even if he didn't notice you in action, he would definitely see if Alastor tried to stand up. Alastor was in a very weak state; it would take a good minute for him to get to his feet. And when he was up, there was nowhere to go. You were trapped.

"But... won't you bleed out if I do?" you asked, glancing down at Alastor once again. Thoughts were racing inside of your mind like Nascar drivers; you couldn't hold on to a single one of them for longer than a second.

"No. Listen to me, darling, you have to take it out, right now, or I'll—" Alastor stopped talking and groaned, his eyes squeezing shut. He was in pain.

You knew how that sentence would have ended, though. You had to take it out, right now, or he would die.

"Okay," you whispered.

The hilt of the sword was cold and smooth. It was made of leather, probably the finest in all of hell, considering it was a weapon of Lucifer's. You stole another glance at Lucifer, who was lecturing his wife about heaven's laws.

What a bunch of dumbasses. They should just file for a fucking divorce already.

At first, Alastor's flesh stubbornly clenched in on the sword, forcing you to pull harder, but then it forgave, making almost zero sound. Alastor grunted quietly, then whispered a quick thanks.

You set the sword gently on the ground before helping Alastor to his feet. Neither Lucifer nor Lilith had noticed you yet.

"Hey, are you okay?" you asked Alastor quickly, wiping away dried tears off your cheeks with the back of your hand.

Alastor grabbed your palms in his, stopping you mid swipe. "Yes, my love. I'm okay," he said, but you could tell it was a lie. The pain was in his eyes. "I just need to heal for a moment, and then I'll be good as new. Just... take that sword, and keep it away from Lucifer."

"Okay."

"And don't trust Lilith. She won't help you. Nobody will, except for me."

"O-Okay."

"Grab the sword and go sit by the wall. Quickly and quietly."

You were crying again, but you didn't know why; your bottom lip was shaking, and your vision was getting all fuzzy with your tears. "Okay," you repeated.

Alastor took a deep breath.

"You'll be alright," he whispered before placing a soft kiss on the center of your forehead. "We'll be—"

"Wait—hey, since when were you alive?!"

Both of you turned to see a certain flustered fallen angel glaring at Alastor. Lilith turned around as well, and when she saw you, she smiled just the slightest bit.

"Get the sword," Alastor snapped.

As quickly as possible, you reached down and snatched up the red-tinted sword. The familiar smoothness of the fine leather was underneath your fingertips yet again. You then held the sword out before you, tip aimed at the devil and his wife. Although your legs were shaking (they were probably shaking because this whole day was turning out to be fucking insane, and your body was still in shock), they were able to carry you a few steps backwards.

"I thought I killed you!" Lucifer shouted. Now he was more than flustered. He was infuriated.

"Maybe you can't kill me," Alastor drawled, taking a slow step closer to Lucifer. He cracked his knuckles as he moved, and the smile on his face was as malicious as his intent.

Lucifer's lips slowly turned up into a smirk. A purplish bruise had begun to form his right cheekbone. "Maybe that's true, but if you kill me, my wife will just bring me back."

Alastor coughed, placing a hand on his stomach. Once he regained his composure, he spoke again. "Are you sure about that? I mean, she doesn't seem to agree with your plans for hell at all. Why would she waste her time reviving you?"

You blinked, staring at the three demons. This was barely making sense to you; you couldn't really process any of the words that they were saying. All you wanted was to make it out alive, and for Alastor to make it out, too. Your heart was still thrumming like mad, but you wanted it to keep beating. You wanted it to beat alongside Alastor's.

You watched as Lilith took a step back. The hurt registered inside of Lucifer's eyes, making the pools of his yellow sclera's deeper and shinier than ever. "Lilith, don't be so stubborn," he said, but his voice was quiet. Unsure.

Lilith only blinked. She was not going to help him.

Why? you thought. Why does she want to help me and go against her husband? Why would she go against Lucifer?

Lucifer just shook his head. He was defenseless. "You can't do this, Alastor," he mumbled. "Hell will be destroyed. The economy will collapse. There will be no order!" His voice rose to a shout by the end of his sentence.

Alastor said nothing more. He just walked closer and closer to Lucifer until they were in arms length of each other.

Then he reached forward, and without further hesitation, snapped Lucifer's neck.