Title: Secrets You'd Think They Know
Genre: Horror, romance
Warnings: Vampirism, mentions of murder/torture, m/m relationship.
Summary: Phoenix doesn't care about being the only one in the whole world who knows that Lucifer loves him back.
But they’re the ones who can’t see.
There are two periods in the history of the war that the Light never allowed to become public knowledge.
It took them a lot of work, a lot of bribery and threatening and downright pleading, a lot of new laws regarding propaganda and freedom of the press, but in the end, the world at large does not know that at two separate times, both
The first time was in
Barely a quarter of the Firstborn were anti-heroes. But luck was with them, and the choices of those girls and boys that had picked villains – what’s the harm, just a game, a game a game a game – had been significantly stronger than the majority of the other side.
Castiel versus Lestat de Lioncourt. Surreal to Hekatah. Merlin against Lucifer.
And, more than that – unborn flocked to Lucifer’s banner. There were always those who would, weak minds and strong minds alike that fell to his charm, his eyes, his words that wrapped around your heart and soul and convinced you that there could be no greater purpose than to serve this beautiful, perfect angel.
If anyone could be said to be winning, when neither side had yet met on an honest battlefield, then it was Lucifer, with his gold-eyed lover single-handedly starting riots and leading acts of brutal terrorism across Europe, his team of scientists already beginning work on the ancestors of the Metahumans, his Council forming and solidifying under him as a group far more organised and prepared than that of his enemies rag-tag band. Neither group was at full power, but the Dark had the advantage of a leader who had had much longer to merge and adapt and plan. The men and women who would someday become the Generals were still reeling, still fighting the blurring of spiritual and mental boundaries, still desperately trying to gain control of their new powers.
Lucifer was not.
It made him cocky; against the advice of his Council and with Phoenix thousands of miles away in Russia, the Morning Star led an attack on Paris, intent on the destruction of the Eiffel Tower and the capture of a particular team of researchers.
He was the Enemy of Man. But it took a mortal body time to become the stuff from which gods are formed, and he was strong but not yet at full strength, not yet close to reaching his potential. In those early years Phoenix had been the one to truly fear, with his telekinesis and his fire, his flight and strength and ability to be in two places at once. It was much easier to become a vampire than an angel, after all, and he quickly had access to all of his powers. Lucifer had his words, his voice, but his lover’s post as bodyguard was not just for appearances, those days.
But Phoenix was not there. And Lucifer was captured.
It was sudden and bloody but France was one of those who had listened to Helena’s warnings when the Firstborn came for assistance. Lucifer had the physical strength of perhaps twenty men and could hypnotise with his voice and eyes, but the soldiers wore dark glasses and audio corrupters and there were many more than twenty. The Tower was severely damaged in the struggle but the angel eventually fell, downed not by bullets but tranquilliser darts. His supernatural healing sealed the drugs inside his wounds and he was done.
They locked him underground, not realising that he drew strength from the dark just as he did the light of stars; it purged the drugs from his system and when he woke in chains and cold far from Paris he laughed at his captors when they tried to interrogate him.
Don’t you realise what you’ve done? You’ve taken me from him. I’m his reason for living and you took me away. He will burn this country to the ground to get to me, and your silent God help you if you get in his way.
They didn’t listen. It didn’t matter. Phoenix heard and he came and he razed France into ash and rubble when he couldn’t find his lover; spent four months growing more and more desperate until he seemed more werewolf than vampire, howling in a soul-deep agony of loss and pain with each town that proved empty of the one he sought for.
Thousands of people died. Hundreds of millions worth of damages done, until finally the French government struck Lucifer’s chains from his wrists and let him go, begged him to stop his lover’s wrath in a last-ditch effort to save their population from utter destruction.
Too late. Even Lucifer couldn’t leash the sun-bright fury they had provoked, couldn’t heal the pain and fear they’d driven through Phoenix’s heart like a knife. The vampire returned Lucifer to his stronghold and within a week he’d ripped Paris apart, led a small army of hand-picked New Souls and destroyed every national symbol, every city, everything he could get his hands on that would break or burn. The public had no idea why it was happening but it sent a crystal-clear message to every government on the planet: do not touch Lucifer.
Don’t ever take Lucifer away.
It was another year before anyone heard from the Dark again, and only a handful of Lucifer’s councillors knew why operations had ground to a halt. It took that long for Lucifer to soothe his lover’s fear, to calm him, for his whispered promises to never leave to take hold at all; twelve months before Phoenix could bring himself to let Lucifer out of his sight for more than a minute at a time, to stand not feeling his lover’s warmth in a room, to bear sleeping not curled around the one thing in the world he actually cared about. It was long and hard and the first and only time they ever fought, because Lucifer was furious at the restraints and Phoenix refused to let him go, even going so far as to use his (then greater) strength against him and physically keep Lucifer at his side.
If I’m yours then you’re mine, and I will not lose you again. Not ever. Not for anything. I’ll fight for you and kill for you, bleed for you and die for you, but don’t ask me to watch you get hurt because I won’t, not for anything in the fucking world. If you want to wear the world’s crown then I’ll make it happen, but I don’t give a fuck about this goddamned war for any other reason than you want it.
The only thing I care about is you.
After a year, Phoenix reluctantly agreed to let Lucifer re-enter his duties as the Darkling leader, but on one condition: that his lover never entered active combat again without Phoenix at his side.
Lucifer accepted his stipulation. The war resumed.
The only breach of their agreement was also the second incident to which the media was refused all access. Five years after the last, and the war was in full swing. The full-scale slaughter of France, with only a few hundred thousand refugees surviving to flee into Germany and Great Britain, had convinced the rest of the world that the stories were true. The Generals had been given access to weaponry and monetary support by the United Nations on the stipulation that unborn government personnel were involved with all operations, and that the Light answered to the UN on all matters. The balance of power was delicate but so far, it was working and the Generals were beginning to make some real headway for the first time since the Battle of Tokyo. Knowledge of the Circles had come into public hands and both sides were being flooded with newly created New Souls, while the Light felt the whip of the still-experimental Metahumans for the first time.
Leo Martinez and Nicholas Reeves had just led a bloody six-day battle to wrest back control of the Healing Circle at Stonhenge and emerged victorious. Lucifer was furious
Ruby, however, had double-bluffed both sides, and Leo was ready and waiting for them.
Six floors below ground. It was supposed to be deep enough, thickly walled enough, that no one could hear the screams of those the Light threw into the darkness. Binding Circles, drawn in blood and ashes, nine of them deep down in the caves.
They tried to kill him, but how could they? Bullets passed right through him and healed; the poisons they had to hand weren’t strong enough to burn against his vampiric healing. Once he realised that Lucifer was safe, hundreds of miles away, they couldn’t get close enough to cut his head from his shoulders before he burned their hearts out of their chests, even through their wards.
So Leo ordered him locked into a
So was it any wonder that the Generals were unprepared? If Lucifer had lost a weapon, he might be angry – but no one was expecting his reaction.
Abruptly, all Darkling activity ceased. All over the globe, New Soul complexes reported back to
And none of it compared to being separated from his lover. That,
The first real warning the Light received was when, suddenly, all contact with the rest of the world was cut off.
It’s impossible to leave or enter a Circle while the spell is being cast. And this one went on and on and on. Hours turned into days, and there weren’t enough oxygen tanks to supply everyone, no way. Helena and Nicholas led teams into the tunnels, the trains and tubes, but eventually they hit the barrier cutting them off and just couldn’t pass it. Not spells, explosives, even teleportation.
And of course…
What kind of choice was it? They had to let him go. No one doubted for a second that Lucifer would leave them all to die, trapped in this impenetrable bubble, no matter who or what else he might have had plans for within it. Suddenly it was impossible to doubt that, actually, the deep emotion between vampire and fallen angel was very much two sided. And if the Morning Star was not as dramatic as his lover, then he was still damned effective at getting what he wanted.
He only had to wait. He didn’t even have to accept a surrender, were one given; he could just wait until they’d all suffocated, break the Circle and step in to claim his lover.
To this day, the Generals are sure that the only reason that he didn’t – the only reason he took down the iridescent walls of their cage when they got down and begged – was because Phoenix’s screams had stopped somewhere on the second day. His throat and vocal cords were too badly damaged to make another sound, and they all knew it, could see the knowledge burning like twin suns in their enemy’s eyes behind the edge of the Circle.
In the end, it’s not Leo or even Helena that breaks their own Circle and releases
It’s a good comparison.
The wall comes down and
The Generals set precautions to make sure no dwelling can ever be contained in something like that Circle again, and the Dark Council is furious that Lucifer wasted their surprise weapon just to reclaim another.
The Dark Council is purged – viciously and violently – and the ones left untouched can hear their comrades’ screams as the Morning Star feeds them to his lover, drop by precious, rich, New Soul drop until
But after the Siege of London, no one actively involved in either side – the Generals, their seconds, various governmental officials and almost everyone allied with the Dark – had any doubt that Lucifer would give up on his dreams of ruling this world and burn it to the fucking ground instead if it takes Phoenix away from him.
They keep the full whys and hows out of the press. And the Light never tries again to separate the lovers who promised each other the world – and meant it.
But the expression on their faces when they realised is just too damn good not to laugh out loud.