Lucifer never enjoyed saying goodbye.Especially not to a world that was never meant for him.
He stood beside Zayn as the wind of the human realm pressed against them, warm and unfamiliar. Her long white coat fluttered behind her like a torn banner, and her quiet stare followed a bird crossing the sunset. She always looked as if she was searching for something—an answer in the air, a memory in the clouds, or a way out of her destiny.
"Ready to go home?" Lucifer asked.
Zayn didn't reply. She rarely did. Thirty years of being silent would do that to anyone. But her silence wasn't empty. It was heavy. Full. Alive. Lucifer could read emotions better than most celestial beings, and right now, she felt like the calm before a hurricane.
Before she could nod, the sky brightened—too bright—and a voice echoed across the horizon.
"Michael."
The command shook the trees, the buildings, the ground. Even Lucifer winced.
Beside him, Zayn's eyes widened.
Angel Michael materialized, wings glowing like polished suns. He looked irritated, confused, and mildly offended—like someone caught staring at someone they weren't supposed to admire.
"Master?" Michael answered the voice above.
God's voice thundered again, firm and unbothered by the dramatic tension below.
"What are you staring at? Go after your love."
Michael went red—bright red. Even his wings flickered with embarrassment.
Lucifer burst into laughter. "Oh look, the Almighty just exposed your crush."
"It's not a—" Michael pointed at Lucifer, face blazing. "You know what, I'm not explaining myself to you."
That was when everything fell apart.
The sky cracked open.Heaven and Hell seemed to hold their breath.The command echoed one last time:
"RETURN ZAYN TO HEAVEN."
Lucifer tightened his grip on Zayn's wrist. "No. She's not going anywhere."
Michael stepped forward. "Lucifer, don't do this."
Zayn stepped backward, her expression unreadable.
Lucifer lifted his chin. "She is my long-lost princess. I'm not leaving her in a world she doesn't belong to."
God's presence shimmered through the sky. One snap of His fingers—just one—and Lucifer felt reality tighten like a fist.
But before the snap could complete, Zayn reacted.
She raised her hand.Light and shadows fused around her like swirling armor.The force of it cracked the clouds.
A shockwave rippled outward, blocking the divine snap completely.
Michael froze.
Lucifer froze.
The entire sky froze.
Zayn had never shown power—not like this, not ever. But the glow around her wasn't Hell's or Heaven's. It was something older. Deeper. Wilder.
"Impossible…" Michael whispered. "A mortal woman blocked His command?"
Lucifer smirked. "She's not mortal. Not with five Olympian gods as fathers."
Michael's expression turned from shock to anger. "Angels! Assemble!"
His command tore open Heaven's gates.Dozens—then hundreds—of angels descended, forming rows of light in the sky.
Lucifer spread his wings and shouted, "Demons of Hell! Servants! You owe me centuries of loyalty—assemble!"
The air trembled as creatures of fire, shadows, and forgotten magic rose from hidden cracks in the earth, forming their own blazing army.
Two armies—light and shadow—faced each other across the sky.
Michael lifted his golden sword. "Stand down, Lucifer."
Lucifer summoned his own blade, smirking. "I never liked doing what you tell me."
The battle began.
Not with screams.Not with blood.But with a single clash that lit the clouds in two colors.
Angels and demons soared into the air, clashing like stars colliding. Sparks lit the sky in bursts. Chains of light wrapped around wings of flame. Swords rang like bells in a storm.
Zayn watched from a distance, jaw clenched, hands glowing with the strange multicolored power inherited from her five divine fathers.
Lucifer and Michael darted through the sky, striking and dodging. Their movements traced streaks of gold and crimson across the heavens.
"You always fight like you're dancing," Michael muttered between strikes.
Lucifer grinned. "And you fight like you're angry your crush is watching."
Michael almost dropped his sword. "I DO NOT HAVE A—"
He didn't finish.
Lucifer landed a clean strike across Michael's waist—not deep, but enough to sting. Michael growled, wings flaring brighter.
"You're proud of that hit, huh?"
"It was beautiful," Lucifer said. "Want me to autograph the bruise?"
Michael sliced across Lucifer's left arm in retaliation.
Lucifer hissed. "You're lucky I'm right-handed."
Below them, Zayn's eyes widened. The flash of light, the cut on Lucifer's arm—something in her chest tightened.
She raised a hand.
The ground shook.
From distant realms, winds spiraled. Thunder formed. Storm clouds twisted like dragons.
Then, without her saying a single word, thousands of tornado-spirits—servants of her Olympian fathers—appeared beside her, ready for command.
Michael saw them.
His face drained of color.
"Oh COME ON—she has tornadoes?!"
Lucifer laughed. "What? Afraid of weather?"
Michael pointed at him mid-fight. "YOU KNEW ABOUT THIS?!"
Lucifer shrugged. "I may have forgotten to mention it."
The tornado-spirits roared toward Michael, swirling in colossal spirals.
Michael's eyes widened so much it was almost comedic.
"ANGELS, FALL BACK TO HEAVEN! RETREAT!"
Angels scrambled into formation, fleeing upward as the tornadoes chased them. One angel shouted, "Why are we running from wind?!" before being blown into the clouds like laundry on a stormy day.
Lucifer laughed so hard he almost fell out of the sky.
Zayn just stood there.
Watching.
Breathing.
Alive in a way she hadn't been in decades.
As the last angel vanished into the gates of Heaven, she finally smiled—a small, soft curve of her lips.
Her first smile in thirty years.
She looked to the heavens where Michael had escaped and said softly:
"Whenever you come back for war…Hell will always be ready."
Lucifer landed beside her, clutching his arm but grinning.
"That was dramatic," he said. "I'm proud of you."
Zayn looked at him, her smile lingering.
It wasn't romantic—nothing intimate or intense.But it held trust.Warmth.A connection growing stronger than Heaven or Hell wanted to admit.
And for the first time in three decades, she whispered a single word:
"Thanks."
Lucifer stiffened in shock.
Then he burst into laughter. "You DO talk!"
Zayn rolled her eyes—playfully this time.
And Hell's sky glowed brighter than it had in centuries.