𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙁𝙄𝙑𝙀
ミ★ ( seven deadly sins, act three ) ★彡

     "I KNOW WE SAID WE WERE GOING TO KEEP LOOKING FOR KATE, BUT WE NEED TO GET TNIS SORTED NOW BEFORE IT BECOMES A BIGGER PAIN IN MY ASS." Lucifer pouted at Derek as they entered the gates of Hell.

     "Sawyer told me what was going on, I'm surprised we didn't sort this out sooner." Derek voiced. He and Sawyer had spoken about the issues that were going on with the revolution while Derek was getting his royal training. He had learnt everything he could from Sawyer about Hell, and what he couldn't learn from Sawyer, he learnt from Lucy.

     "I've been putting you off from coming here for the longest time because I wanted to make sure you were absolutely ready." Lucy explained. Hell was already bad enough when it had its structure, but now there was a revolution against her and Derek and constant riots — it had most definitely lived up to its reputation.

     "I'm as ready as I'll ever be." There was no easy way for someone to be completely ready to go to Hell, even if they were it's new king. The only way to be ready is to go in and be as brave as possible.

     Derek knew that Lucy would never let anything happen to him, and neither would Sawyer — the demon had quickly become one of his most trusted companions ever since they had met.

     The gates opened as soon as the guards had seen Lucifer and Derek walk in hand in hand and the werewolf looked around confused as it wasn't quite as it seemed. "What are you looking for?" Lucy questioned him as they walked down the grand hallway.

     "The horror." Derek swiftly responded as he took in his new home. The grand hallway was filled with black marble and high ceilings along with glass walls that held back the fire around it. It was quite stunning, but he was yet to see the horror and torture everyone described it to be.

     "We're not there yet." Lucy chuckled nervously as they continued to walk past the many doors towards the very large one at the end of the hallway. She felt Derek's hand clench around hers as he finally heard the screams coming from Hell's occupants. "You fear no one. They bow down to you." Lucy reminded him.

     Derek was no longer just her boyfriend or just some werewolf — he was their king, he was her soulmate. He was part of the divine. He had to believe it within himself he was also.

     Lucy had noticed that he was struggling in terms of not being the exact same as he once was, he wasn't used to being powerful or in charge of such a large thing in life. It would take him a while to get used to it, but Lucy was willing to be there to help him every step of the way.

     "I'm ready." Derek confirmed and Lucifer ordered the guards to open the doors to reveal the chaos that was being held behind it. He tried to hold back the shock and terror he felt from what he had saw, but he reminded himself that this would be his life now. If Derek showed any ounce of fear, they would prey on him and tear him to shreds like there was no tomorrow.

     They bowed down to him now.

     Derek turned to face Lucy, but look in her eyes showed that she wasn't Lucy in that moment. She was Lucifer. Her blue eyes scanned the crowed before they stopped when she had finally spotted what she was looking for.

     Lucifer let go of Derek's hand and vanished, appearing in the middle of the riot tearing the person in the middle that she had been looking for away from the others and tossing him to the side towards the Hellfire besides them. The riot had silenced themselves as they stared in shock at the queen, slowly backing away when they realised the look in her eyes was one that meant they shouldn't mess with her in that moment.

     Half of the demons who were standing instantly bent down to one knee while bowing their heads, eye contact being a sign of disrespect. The other half continued to stand, their chests puffed as they tried to be as brave as possible. It was clear who was still loyal and who was a part of the revolution.

     Derek scanned the area, his eyes falling upon Ronan — and many of the other demons he had seen attack them on multiple occasions — standing, not much to his surprise.

     "My queen, I see you've finally made your way back home." Ronan bowed his head in a manner that was not sincere at all. His eyes found Derek's and he smirked. "And you've brought a stray."

     The disrespect coming from Ronan made the fire in Lucifer's eyes match the fire surrounding them. Derek was always going to be a soft spot to her, she assumed it was the bond that was to thank for that. But it didn't matter who disrespected him, if someone she would do something about it — even if it was her own kingdom, she didn't care because Derek was more important to her than power or the kingdom. She only ever needed him.

     Before Lucifer could say anything, Derek let out a loud, ground shaking roar that made everyone freeze and now pay attention to the man that their queen had brought with her.

      Their new king made his way towards Ronan, the revolutionists who quickly realised his new power, bowing down also as they now realised that their power would not match. Both his and Lucy's power had been restored and no matter what they did, it would not even make them flinch.

     "You dare disrespect your king?" Derek questioned the demon, his tone was dark and cold, a tone that even Lucy hadn't heard from him.

     The demons turned to face Lucifer wondering if it was true and this man was their new king but they only saw her watching Derek with a proud smirk on her face. He was just fine. It had been thousands and thousands of years and they had thought the day would have never come when they would have a king.

     The demons turned to bow down to Derek as his eyes glowed blue and his fangs came out, demanding the respect that he earned as they felt the power radiating off of him. He was divine.

     "Your king demands the respect he deserves and yet you still stand?" Sawyer questioned the demons who continued to stand as he walked towards Lucifer's side. "All of you have rioted against him and your queen not knowing that this is what he would become. We are more powerful than ever, and yet... you still stand."

     "I will never bow down to a mutt." Ronan spat.

     "And you won't have to." Derek agreed, causing Ronan to stare at him with a look of confusion on his face. "Because you'll never bow your head at all."

     The next thing they knew, Derek grabbed the demon by the neck and twisting it as hard as he could, tearing it off completely like he had watched Lucifer do plenty of times — the black blood squirting all over him.

     Derek felt powerful in that moment, he was literally killing his demons — figuratively and literally. It felt liberating. He was letting go and doing what he needed to.

     Lucy watched with pride as she saw Derek turn to see the demons who were against him filled with rage and being held back by the loyal demons. He held his arms out with a smirk, "Who's next?"

     And then all Hell broke loose... literally.

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     "It's a trap. They're trying to flush us out." Derek's nostrils flared in anger as they stood on the outskirts of the woods in North Carolina — his vision catching onto the members of the police force in the distance completely armed and waiting for them to make a move so they could shoot.

     It had been two years since Derek and Lucy had begun their life together ruling over Hell — they had long given up on looking for Kate. Lucy had decided that she would arrive where she belonged eventually, but until then, she wouldn't waste her time on the jaguar. It had been two years that they hadn't heard much from everyone else until it had come to their attention that people were murdering the supernatural.

     He had tracked down a pack that had been murdered brutally — the scene had made Derek so mad it had taken Lucy weeks to get him to calm down about it and get him to redirect his anger into determination into finding who had done this.

     Even though Derek was no longer just a werewolf, he had held onto his protectiveness about his kind. He saw himself as the protector of werewolves and an attack on them was an attack on him. With his new heightened emotions it was hard for him to control his anger — but he had eventually found out who the perpetrators were and where they were hiding and he showed no mercy to them like the hunters had done for the werewolves that they had killed.

     Derek had heard from some of the demons who were watching over the pack in Beacon Hills that they were being hunted and he had decided that they needed to intervene to keep them and the rest of the supernatural safe. The message on the wall that was written in blood beside the pack that was murdered was clear as day that they needed to get back to Beacon Hills as soon as possible.

     But not before Derek had a little fun for himself first.

     Derek and Lucy stood in front of the warehouse in the middle of the day, their hearing picking up the sounds of about six men checking their inventory and weaponry not really speaking much besides the occasional check up from what seemed to be their leader. "Derek, when I said I was hungry, I didn't mean this." Lucy whined.

     Derek only put his finger up to tell her to be quiet in case they heard them coming and blew their cover. She only rolled her eyes at him and how serious he was being, but kept to herself how much she liked him taking control sometimes. He was angry and revengeful at that moment and he wanted to take it out on the people inside instead of other ways he had done beforehand.

     Derek snuck into the building with Lucy following behind as the two quickly took down hunter after hunter without them even getting a chance to see or hear them coming other than hearing the screams of their comrades fear and pain.

     Eventually, there was one left. He had picked up his gun and shot aimlessly in front of him hoping at least one bullet would hit its target.

     He then anxiously looked around for Derek to show himself — thinking he would be ready for him as he reloaded his gun. The king of Hell eventually appeared in front of him, grabbing the gun out of his hands and knocking the hunter to the ground by sending a large amount of force to his chest.

     As he strode over to him, his eyes glowed blue, the man crawling away from him as both Derek and Lucy came into his line of sight. "Please don't kill me." The man begged, his French accent thick but still clear enough to understand. "Please, no. Let me go."

     Derek crouched down in front of him. "Say it."

     "Lobisomem." The man whispered in fear. "Wolf man."

     "So you know what I can do." Derek said.

     Before they could speak any more, Lucy heard footsteps behind them and turned to see two men armed with guns. She grabbed the arm of the man closest to her and used her strength to punch him hard enough to send him flying back into the other man behind him. She looked at Derek who had turned to her and said, "On second thoughts, I think I am hungry." She smirked, her eyes turning black as the man in question gasped in fear.

     "Why are you hunting werewolves?" Derek asked.

     "Because of you." The man said to Derek. "He doesn't care about the others, he only wants you."

     "Who?" Derek pressed for further information. The man didn't answer; he only looked down and for a way to escape. Derek growled deeply and pushed the man further down, "Who wants me?" He questioned, his voice extremely deep and darkened with power.

     The man still didn't answer and Lucy had had enough of waiting around. She stormed over to him, her heels clicking on the concrete loudly and she grabbed him by the neck and lifted him into the air with ease, squeezing at his throat, "Tell us who, now!" She snarled, her eyes completely black again.

     "Gerard." The man choked.

     Lucy turned to face her soulmate. "Does that name sound familiar to you?" She asked him when she saw the look on his face.

     "It does." He said to her. "We need to go." Derek began to look around the warehouse and his eyes spotted what seemed to be a car underneath a sheet. He walked over it and ripped the cream sheet off to reveal a beautiful black Camaro. Derek looked at it in awe before he nodded his head at his girlfriend, "Get in." He ordered.

     The girl shrugged and dropped the man to the ground before strutting over towards the car and getting into the passenger seat. "Yes, sir." She said cheekily, loving this side of him.

     Derek turned the car on and drove straight through the wooden doors of the warehouse into the front, before drifting out of the area making Lucy laugh.

     "Well, I've never been afraid of a little gunfire." Lucifer smirked as she was gaining an idea that she thought was brilliant. "How about we take your immortality for a test drive?"

     The cops were waiting for them, they were apparently the reason for the pack's death back in Brazil and they tasked to use deadly force to take them down. It wasn't the first time that either of them had been fugitives, and it probably wouldn't be the last.

     "Lucy..." He said warningly, he was still not too sure that he was immortal and his body and mind were too used to staying alert and saying alive that he was too worried to try it out. In two years since he had become king, he had not been close to death once, and he wasn't exactly all too care free to think about running into gunfire and being okay with having a few bullet wounds without thinking it would kill him like they usually would.

     "Catch me if you can." She winked and ran off, the dark haired werewolf being able to hear his soulmate's giggles over the sound of gunfire in the distance. Derek could only growl frustratedly as he ran after her, dodging the bullets easily — seeing them fly past him in slow motion.

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     As soon as Lucy entered Beacon Hills, she and Derek could both hear the sounds of gunshots going off. She could tell there were multiple people shooting and they had semi-automatic weapons — and they were definitely not going easy on the trigger pin.

     She immediately vanished and arrived at the spot that the sounds were coming from, arriving just in time to see a hunter aim his gun at Scott; and before she could do anything she turned to see a very family blue Jeep drive right into him — knocking him down to the ground, possibly even dead from the force.

     Scott looked up to see Stiles sitting in the front seat. "You didn't think you're doing this without me, did you?" Stiles asked as he leaned out the window.

     "Or us?" Lucy and Derek asked as they walked into his sight; Scott's eyes widening as he watched the couple begin to attack the hunters with ease and have the fire turn onto the immortal couple — giving the pack the opportunity to get out from their hiding spots and fight back.

     Lucy strolled over towards the hunters, snarling at them as they turned their guns at her and began to shoot, she easily smacked the bullets away and when she got close enough, she grabbed the hunter by his vest and pulled him close enough to head butt him and send him to the ground.

     She turned her attention to the other one, turning her eyes black as she smirked at him darkly. "Your turn." She said, and swiftly turned around sending him a roundhouse kick to the head.

     The hunters soon began to realise that they weren't going to win this battle and they ran to their cars and drove off, leaving the pack to watch their cars disappear into the distance.

     "I can't believe you didn't tell me about any of this." Stiles said to Lydia, who was now his girlfriend. "Not a word. Not a single word. Lucy heard before me and she's been in literal Hell for two years, how did that happen?"

     "We had reasons. Really good reasons." Lydia argued with her boyfriend as Scott watched Deucalion take his last breath.

     The pack then said hello to Derek and Lucy, who they hadn't seen for a very long time and missed dearly. "As much as I enjoy the impromptu family reunion, what are you doing here?" Peter asked his nephew and his soulmate, "And are you reading me right now?" He questioned Lucy.

     "Uh, yeah, I wanted to see why they let your crazy ass out of Eichen House." Lucy said as she squeezed Peter's cheeks and gave it a small slap after, looking into his soul and seeing how everyone had gotten over him trying to kill Scott two years prior in Mexico, "We missed you, silly."

     "We found a pack slaughtered in Brazil. There were two words written in blood on a wall." Derek explained, going against what Lucy had just said.

     "Beacon Hills." Lucy mocked as she kicked one of the dead hunters.

     Scott looked at them. "You came back for Beacon Hills?" He asked, shocked.

     "No, dummy. We came back for you." Lucy said as she strolled back over towards them.

      The radio then made a sound that made everyone turn to face it, a voice beginning to speak as the pack ran towards it to turn it up to listen — it seemed to Lucy that everyone recognised the voice besides her but Lucy had assumed that it was Gerard, "Blood and destruction. Dreadful objects do familiar. All pity choked with custom of fell feeds. Caesar's spirit, raging for revenge. With Atë by his side come hot from Hell. Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice." The radio then went static. "Do you know the rest, Scott? Do you know your Shakespeare?"

     Scott looked at Lucy and the girl made a face and told him to bring the radio towards her. "Cry, 'havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war'." Lucy quoted. "Pick something better to quote next time. You bore me."

     "War, indeed." The man said. "You must all be feeling rather nostalgic. Are you pleased with the little family reunion I've gathered around you, Scott?"

     Scott brought the radio to him and said, "Yeah, well, why don't you come join us and I can thank you in person?" He suggested.

     "I'm so proud of him." Lucy commented, a hand over her heart.

     "I even have a few visitors for you, from London. Even someone like Jackson Whittemore couldn't resist coming back to Beacon Hills. Say hello, Jackson." Gerard said and then the sound of electricity pulsing and crackling along with the sound of a man's grunting was heard.

     "Do it again, old man. Come a little closer." They heard Jackson's voice threaten. "I'm gonna shove that thing so far up your ass!"

     "Lost none of his charm, has he?" The hunter asked. "You can find him here with us at the Armory, Scott. In fact, I'm going to tell you where to find all of them."

     Lucy made a face, the criminal masterminds these days had no taste or anything special about them. They always did things like this thinking it was a little extra spice to their plan but it was just plain boring.

     "Your deputy Hellhound met some friends of his while responding to a call at Eichen House." Gerard said and Lucifer stiffened. It was Jordan Parrish he was talking about and Lucifer needed to save one of her own. "Your father was on his way to San Francisco with the goal of entering the fight. But he didn't get far. You might want to tell your mother to skip her shift at the hospital tonight. Liam and his friends are there now. Optimistic of them but woefully ill-advised. This is how you wage war, Scott. A strategic positioning of your army against theirs. Which is why you will come to me. You will try to save as many as you can. And you might even save a few. But your limited resources will be spread thin and ultimately you will fail. The dogs of war, Scott. They're coming for you..."

     Scott and Lucy made eye contact and he noticed the fury in her eyes at Gerard's words. He might think that he is playing smart, but he's only accomplishing one thing — making the devil furious.

     Scott brought the radio to his mouth. "You're forgetting one thing... we never lose." Scott said before crushing the radio in his hands.

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