TW on this chapter. Also, if you guys find anything offensive, please know it wasn't my intention and I apologize in advance. Hope you guys like this chapter.

****

Louisiana, 1861

"Hell broke loose."

Lucifer swore that if he heard that one more time, hell was really going to break loose. And his eyes were going to pop out of their sockets after rolling them for what seemed like the hundredth time. He drank the rest of his whiskey and walked out of the bar, stepping over a drunk and his wife trying to wake him up. It wouldn't be long before he was long gone, and one of his demons would come to collect his soul. Azrael, the angel of death, was too busy these days.

He walked along the long dark road, unaware of everything surrounding him. He didn't want to think at the moment. He burped and grimaced, tasting the bitter taste of the many drinks he had had that night. He stumbled a few times, trying not to laugh when he realized he had probably drank the same thing as that man on the floor. If he was human, he would already be dead, but no, he was only a little drunk.

He could hear a few dogs barking in the distance, then one of the many bushes on the sides of the road moving. It wasn't long before a boy no older than seventeen, ran out of one of them and towards him. Lucifer stared at him, knowing right away that the boy was a slave when he heard a man shouting at him.

"Get back 'ere, you bastard!" The man shouted, letting one of his dogs loose.

The dog wasted no time going after the poor boy and Lucifer furrowed his brow in confusion when said boy hid behind him. His small hands grabbed fistfulls of his expensive jacket and Lucifer could feel him shaking. He looked at him and then at the dog who stopped in its tracks and turned around running away as if it had seen something it shouldn't have. Its whimpers slowly drifted away, getting replaced by its owner shouting at it to come back.

"What's going on here?" Lucifer asked, letting the boy hide behind him.

"Was just looking for the boy. He escaped the Smith's plantation." The man said.

"And you are?" Lucifer raised a brow.

"I was sent out to bring him back, now give him back and I'll be on my way." He glared at Lucifer as he stepped around him.

He grabbed the boy by the hair and started pulling him away. The last thing Lucifer saw were his desperate brown eyes begging him to help him. Lucifer never stopped looking at him until they disappeared out of sight, that's when he continued his way to the small cabin he was staying in.

It was a few days later when Lucifer saw him again. He was walking next to Smith, a fat old man that had the worst case of bad breath when he saw him following Smith's young wife. He was holding her baby while the woman made conversation with another woman who was probably her friend. He was always looking down while Lucifer was dying to see those eyes again. There was just something in those eyes that attracted him. It could be the innocence, or the pain in them that made him want to get closer.

"I didn't know you allowed men near your wife, especially slaves?" Lucifer glanced at Smith, before his gaze settled back on the young slave.

He didn't expect him to be looking right back at him, and it was then that Lucifer could see the many bruises staining the boy's dark skin. His skin wasn't dark enough for him to be considered a slave, but not light enough to be considered white. His skin was perfect and Lucifer wanted to touch it, to see if it was as soft as it looked.

"That one wouldn't hurt a fly!" Smith cackled, and Lucifer forced a smirk. Oh how he hated the human race.

"Thought so." Lucifer muttered.

"All he's good for is to take care of the children...and in bed." Smith muttered, clapping Lucifer's back to get him to walk to the main house.

Lucifer didn't flinch nor did he blink when he heard those vile words. He was used to seeing all the ugly in the world, something everybody liked to blame him and his legion of demons for. Sometimes he wanted to set every single one of his demons free, so they would know what they were really capable of. But there had to be a balance between good and bad. A balance that the human race set for themselves when they were free to do as they wished, when they were free to think for themselves. God's creation wasn't so perfect after all.

"I would like to freshen up, Smith. I would love to stay and talk more, but the journey here was long and exhausting." Lucifer sighed.

Smith called a servant to show Lucifer the way to his bedroom, and with one last look at the slave, Lucifer followed said servant.

~1863

The world was completely going to shit. Lucifer knew that, he had always known it would happen. His visits to the Smith's plantation had become a regular thing for the past two years. He had convinced the stupid man that he was on their side, with the confederacy. Lucifer couldn't care less who won. All he cared about was in the form of a slave cleaning his bedroom while he bathed in the ensuite bathroom.

When he was done, he slowly dressed into clean clothes and left the bathroom. His room was empty, but soon there was a knock on the door and he walked in seconds later. As far as he knew, the boy had no name and it bothered him. He took a seat at the small table near the window, leaning back to let him place the tray of food on the table. When he was done, he stepped back then went to stand at the corner, ready to follow orders. Lucifer ate without a care in the world, leaving the piece of cake for last.

"Would you like some cake?" Lucifer asked, seeing the boy looking at him before lowering his gaze again. "I asked you a question."

"N– No sir. Thank you." He replied, his voice trembling.

"Don't be shy, I know you want it." Lucifer chuckled and waved him over. "I'm not going to eat it...nor tell anyone you ate it."

The boy seemed hesitant, his eyes widening when Lucifer got up and grabbed a fork and the plate with the chocolate cake. Lucifer set it on his hands, giving him a small lopsided smile, one that could convince anyone to do anything Lucifer wished them to do. He was satisfied when the boy slowly began to eat the small piece until it was all gone. That's when he took the plate and went about his business for the rest of the day.

It wasn't long before the boy was ordered to follow Lucifer around when the man was in town. It was like a breath of fresh air for the boy when he was around, and Lucifer knew it. He knew of the unspeakable things that went on when he was gone, had seen it in the form of a small round belly on the boy the next time he visited. One day it was there, then it was gone by the next month. Lucifer could see the boy's pain in his eyes, and something deep inside him wanted to take it all away.

He started by being nice to him when the boy had to be by his side all the time. He would share his desserts with him, let him rest more than the other slaves. With time, the boy's eyes would light up whenever he would see Lucifer walking through the door. The devil himself was like a predator, waiting for the right time to strike. And his prey would gladly let himself be caught.

"Why don't you have a name?" Lucifer asked him one night as he bathed and the boy stood at the corner.

By now they boy wasn't afraid to answer his questions, or tell Lucifer about his family and life. The man was like the boy's diary. He had found out he only had a mother, a poor mixed woman who Smith had bought from another slave owner when she was just fifteen years old. Of course he already knew his entire life and that of his mother's, nothing could be hidden from him. He knew the boy belonged in the main house, not with the slaves when his father was his own owner.

Unfortunately for him, he had been born to a slave and into her status. Unfortunately for him, he was forced to put up with his own father's abuse. It was something that made Lucifer nauseous, even he couldn't handle it when after everything, the boy still held innocence. After all the abuse and two forced miscarriages, the boy still thought something good was out there waiting for him. He just had to escape and look for it.

"Don't need one." The boy shrugged it off, smiling and getting closer to Lucifer when the man waved him over.

"Everybody needs a name." Lucifer smiled. "I think I'm going to name you. Would you like that?" He asked.

The boy was on his knees next to the bathtub, watching and waiting for Lucifer to name him with a smile on his face.

"Mother calls me June. She says I was born on June, but I don't like it." He told him, looking down at the floor. "Master shouts it all the time."

It made Lucifer sick.

June looked up when he felt Lucifer's hand on his cheek, his thumb slowly caressing the soft skin. "I think I'm going to name you...Juniper. Do you like it?" Lucifer asked.

The boy didn't have to answer when Lucifer knew he had liked it. The bright smile on his face said all Lucifer needed to know. A brand new name, something new to look forward to.

Lucifer's thumb went from feeling the skin on Juniper's cheek to his lips, slowly tracing them. He looked into Juniper's brown eyes, slowly leaning forward until his lips were inches away from Juniper's. He wanted to pull away, and pull him into the bathtub with him. He wanted to fuck him until he couldn't walk. Lucifer ended up pulling back, and when Juniper looked down, he heard him let out a scream when he pulled him into the tub with him, having taken him by surprise.

Water splashed everywhere as he got the boy to straddle him, then wrapped his right arm around him and his left hand around the back of Juniper's neck. He pulled him forward and kissed him. Lucifer had never been one to kiss someone, he would always go straight to sex. But there was something about Juniper and the need to taste his lips that made him crazy.

He thought Juniper would try and push him away, but to his surprise, he wrapped both of his arms around his neck and kissed back. It was probably the filthiest kiss Lucifer had ever experienced, and when Juniper started rolling his hips, he didn't waste time to pull down his pants. He ripped them off of Juniper, his hands touching his smooth skin, down his back to his bum where he squeezed before trailing a finger to his hole. He slowly inserted his middle finger in, always alert to Juniper's reaction. When he gasped against his lips and his hold around his neck tightened, Lucifer started going in and out.

Juniper pulled away and stared at him, as if searching for something in his eyes. His eyes widened when he saw the green of Lucifer's eyes almost gone. He traced his lips with his wet fingers, closing his eyes when he felt another finger going inside of him, then moving in and out of him.

"I'll stop." Lucifer whispered against his lips. "Just tell me and I will. No one should ever force you, no one."

His question was answered in the form of Juniper's lips against his, kissing him in a messy way that Lucifer found himself loving. It wasn't long before he had him on his bed, and underneath him, writhing every time he fucked into him. Juniper's wetness made it easier for Lucifer, when he was too big and Juniper too tight.

When Lucifer came, he made sure to pull out and cum all over juniper's stomach. It wasn't long before Lucifer wrapped his hand around Juniper's cock and began stroking until he came. Lucifer laid down on his sweaty back, pulling a sleepy Juniper on top of him where he began rubbing his back. He smiled when the boy wrapped his arms around him and fell asleep.

Sex became a regular thing for them when Lucifer stopped leaving and stayed there. He made sure Juniper was always with him, keeping him away from the pervert that was Smith. He had been there for a year when Juniper became special to him. He never thought he would ever feel like that, but one look at Juniper and he felt like everything was right in the world.

It wasn't long before Juniper started getting sick every morning. It wasn't long before Lucifer figured it out, and with a smile on his face, and a smirk whenever he looked up at what used to be his home, he braced himself to start watching his lover's belly grow.

A cold morning when he woke up, he expected to find Juniper already in his bedroom trying to wake him up with kisses like he always did. When he opened his eyes, he sat up and looked around at the many trees surrounding him. How had he ended up there? He had no idea. His eyes went completely black when he saw them standing a few feet away from him. He tried to get up, but found himself sitting right back down as he coughed. His head hurt, and he felt sick to his stomach. Something that only happened when time was slowed down, when it had been too long stuck in it. It wasn't right. It messed with the patterns.

"What did you do?" Lucifer glared, using a tree for support to be able to get up.

"Setting things right again, fixing your mistakes." Gabriel answered as he got closer to him, Michael and Harry following behind.

Lucifer looked at Harry, getting angrier when he looked away and hid behind Michael.

"Traitor!" Lucifer spat. "Always picking them over your own brother."

"He's not the traitor here." Gabriel glared at him.

Lucifer stood up and extended his wings, taking them by surprise when he took off without warning. They didn't expect him to be strong enough to be able to fly so soon after waking up from a long slumber. Lucifer didn't know how long it had been, how long he had been gone for. The only thing in his mind was his Juniper, too focused on finding him that he never saw Gabriel flying after him. The first hit was the hardest when Gabriel slammed into him full force, the second hurt when Michael slammed into him. The third one was pure agony when it had been Harry the one to slam into him, fracturing one of his wings.

He still felt the burden that came with his wings, he felt the weight of them every time he extended them. He went into a panic when it was painful to use his right wing, sending him down at a fast rate. He was caught by Harry before he could land on the ground, but he was fast to push him off of him and fly through the pain. He ignored it and tried to get away from there, looking back to see that it was now Harry the only one following him.

When the Smith's plantation came into sight, he could already feel Juniper's agony. But nothing could prepare him to see him on the ground, in a pool of his own blood and Smith strangling him. He felt his blood boil, enough for him to crash into the old man, slicing his throat open with the edge of his wing. They were beautiful, but deadly. He heard him splutter before he harshly threw him aside to be able to go to Juniper's side.

He had never known that kind of anger, the kind that made his eyes fill with tears before they rolled down his cheeks, making his skin burn. He was by Juniper's side, now hearing his screams as he tried to curl up into a ball as far as his belly would allow him. It had been months, that's how long it had been since he had last been there. He swore to kill them all first chance he got, feeling Harry's presence behind him.

"It's God's will." Harry told him.

Lucifer let out a sob before he turned around and charged at Harry, one hand already on his dagger. It was quick just like Lucifer wanted when the dagger went through Harry's flesh, straight to his heart. Lucifer held him to make sure he didn't hit the ground too hard, leaving him on the ground as he watched the blood escape his body just like Juniper's.

"It's my will." Lucifer told him, watching his brother slowly close his eyes.

He turned around and scooped Juniper up into his arms, watching the life escape him. He couldn't leave just yet, Lucifer wouldn't allow it. He was quick to find a place to hide, not knowing what to do when it was clear there was nothing left to do. He held Juniper tighter and looked up when Azrael knelt down next to him.

"It's time to let him go, Lucifer. He doesn't belong here anymore." He spoke, his voice always able to soothe even the most distressed soul. Too good to be the angel of death.

"Juniper!" Lucifer held him tighter, refusing to let him go. "Sell your soul to me, little one. Come home with me." He whispered.

"Lucifer..." Azrael stood up.

"Say you'll come home with me, love." Lucifer hid his face so Azrael wouldn't see his tears.

"Home?" Juniper whispered, gritting his teeth when a new contraction hit him.

"Home, my love." Lucifer nodded. "Where we'll be happy."

"I'll go–" Juniper licked his lips. "We'll– We'll go home wi–with you."

Lucifer looked up as a portal to hell opened. Azrael stood back, unable to do anything else when Juniper had chosen his own destiny, one where he no longer had a place in heaven. He didn't want to do anything else, when he could easily use his own dagger and wipe them off of any existence. He had always being fair to all of his brothers, to every single one of God's creatures. He chose to go back home, get ready to help the next soul crossover.

~*~

Harry wasn't sure where he was. He used the cold wall as guidance when the fog made it almost impossible to see more than a few inches ahead of him. He stopped in his tracks and his eyes widened as he looked around when he heard moans. He started walking again, thinking he was going crazy when he could swear that one of the people moaning was himself.

He stumbled into a room illuminated by candles where the fog quickly started disappearing. He looked around and stumbled back when he saw them. He knew Lucifer too well, he would recognize him anywhere. It was the boy in front of Lucifer, on his hands and knees, the one he had seen many years ago. The one who had been carrying Lucifer's spawn.

He wanted to look away when Lucifer continued fucking into Juniper, at the same time he stared at him with a smirk on his face. Lucifer grabbed Juniper by the hair and pulled him up against his chest to kiss his neck, wrapping his arm around his thin waist. The sweat on the boy's dark skin made it glisten, and for some strange reason, Harry wanted to touch it.

He closed his eyes, feeling his cock slowly hardening. Feeling something he had never felt before, but it felt good and he wanted more. When he opened his eyes, he found himself staring at himself through a mirror. It no longer was Lucifer sinning with Juniper, it was him. He looked down at the boy underneath him, tightening his hold on the boy's hips, hearing his loud moans. It wasn't Juniper anymore, it wasn't his ass he was fucking into. He found himself quickening his thrusts as he pulled on his soft brown hair, hearing Louis' moans getting louder the faster he moved.

He came without a warning inside of him, feeling Louis tightening around him, moving his hips back and forth as he came just seconds after him. Harry laid down on his back, closing his eyes soon after. He didn't know what was going on, he didn't know what to think as he started getting sleepy.

His eyes snapped open, his breathing becoming erratic when he saw a pair of green eyes looking right back at him. There was a stickiness on his front, getting worse with the weight on top of it.

"Boo!" Lucifer giggled, moving up to sit on Harry's stomach.

"Wha– What happened?" Harry stuttered as he looked around then at his brother with a confused yet frightened expression.

"My poor innocent brother." Lucifer cooed, reaching to caress Harry's cheek with the back of his fingers before he burst out laughing. "You sure moan like a bitch in heat. Are you sure you're still pure?"

Lucifer got off of him and stood beside the bed, watching the way Harry blinked up at the ceiling, still feeling confused. He brushed his hair back, trying to think of many other ways he could torment the poor archangel who seemed to be lost in his own mind.

"I felt...it felt weird. Good..." Harry trailed off, finally looking at Lucifer.

It had all been a dream. He would never defile Louis the way he had done in his dream.

"Of course it feels good, Harry." Lucifer chuckled, talking to him as if he was a small child.

He knelt down beside Harry, taking his hand in his. Harry's hands were warm, while Lucifer's were a few degrees colder. Tears rolled down Harry's cheeks and Lucifer wiped them away.

"Just imagine when you actually get to fuck that boy." Lucifer told him. "Imagine how tight he must be."

"Don't talk about him that way!" Harry sat up and pushed his brother away from him. "He's not an object! Someone you can use for your own selfish gain."

"I never said he was. That was all you, little brother." Lucifer got up and made his way to Harry's small kitchen. "And really think before you speak, hypocrites."

He started going through the cabinets until he found an unopened package of Oreos. He opened them and started eating them, aware that Harry was watching him.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked. "You hate me."

"You're right, I hate you." Lucifer rolled his eyes, aware of Harry looking down at his feet. "Had nothing better to do. I can't go back home, Juniper is mad at me." He shrugged, going to the small fridge to see what was there to drink.

"Juniper..?" Harry looked up at him. "He's with you."

"Of course he's with me. He's always being with me." Lucifer rolled his eyes, muttering a small 'aha' when he found a coke.

"What did you do? Why is he mad at you?"

"Oh you know, same old same old with him. I'm never home now blah blah blah. And when I try to go back home, I'm not allowed in. He kicked me out of hell. Can you believe that shit?" Lucifer laughed. "When I find a way to get in, he's going to pay for it."

"You wouldn't hurt him." Harry's eyes widened. "You care about him. Back in Louisiana..."

"Louis- siana. Get it? Louis and Siana." Lucifer burst of laughing, stopping when he saw the expression on Harry's face. "Who said anything about hurting him? I'm just gonna tie him up and fuck the shit out of him until he can't walk anymore."

Harry looked down in embarrassment, memories of his dreams slowly popping up in his head. The stickiness not going ignored.

"Aww, are you embarrassed?" Lucifer cooed, using the back of his hand to wipe at his mouth. His hair was up in a bun, and he wasn't wearing any shoes.

"What happened to Chris?" Harry changed the subject.

"What do you think?" Lucifer smirked.

"I wouldn't know..." Harry trailed off, his eyes widening when he realized what he had just said.

"Of course you wouldn't know!" Lucifer slammed his hand on the table. "But I have a feeling you will soon. Don't worry though, it's warm down there all year long." He said.

Harry wanted to say more. He wanted to go up to him and hug him, tell him he missed him everyday. Lucifer put the cookies back where he found them and then got up, heading straight to the door.

"Leaving so soon?" Harry asked. "You only came to corrupt my mind."

"You thought I came over because I wanted to see you?" Lucifer turned around to face him, brows raised. "After what you did to me, no. As for corrupting your mind, that was all you. I'm only a punisher, Harry. I don't control people's minds even though I wish I could. Your thoughts and desires are yours, no one else's but yours. It's you who decides what to do with them."

Harry looked down at the floor, his cheeks heating up. He felt Lucifer's arms around him, and automatically wrapped his own around him. He held him tight, he didn't want to let go.

"Choose wisely, brother. When the time comes knocking at your door, choose wisely." Lucifer kissed his cheek then took a step back before opening the door and leaving.

Harry didn't have to ask himself how the hell had Lucifer gotten into his house. He looked out the door straight ahead, the way Lucifer had gone to and had disappeared into the dead of night. He stood there for a while until his feet started freezing. He closed and locked the door and went back to bed after cleaning himself up, unable to look at the mess for long as he did it. For the rest of the night he had a dreamless sleep, only kicking the covers away when he started getting too hot.

He was up by seven in the morning, taking a shower before driving to the nearest grocery store where he bought eggs, sausages and bacon. He grabbed milk, tea and coffee on his way to the checkout line, stopping in an aisle when he saw the many brands of chocolate powder and syrup. He grabbed chocolate and strawberry syrup, only wanting to give them more options.

Once he had paid for everything, he drove to Louis' house where he parked in their empty driveway. He stayed in the car for a few minutes, wondering if what he was about to do was the right thing. He didn't want to offend them, much less Jay if he showed up at their door with food. He was contemplating leaving when a knock on his window startled him. He smiled and rolled down his window when he saw Jay standing next to his car, wearing that same old wool sweater she had been wearing the night he first saw her. Her hair was up in a bun and her eyes looked tired.

"Hi." Harry told her.

"Hi." Jay smiled at him. "I'm sorry we couldn't call you earlier, but Louis is not going to work today. I called Zayn and explained what happened. He was kind to give him the week off and still let him keep his job." Jay looked down at the ground.

"That's great." Harry smiled as he got out of the car. "I thought we could have breakfast together. I brought a few things and I hope it's okay with you. I know I'm probably intruding but–"

"That's very kind of you, sweetheart. Thank you." Jay interrupted him with a smile on her face. "Please come in. Louis and the girls are still sleeping, but I can get started on it. What did you bring?"

Harry opened the trunk, grabbing all the bags and refusing to let Jay carry a single one. When he put them on her small kitchen table, her eyes widened when she realized he had brought enough food for that morning and it would still last them for a few more days. She wondered what they had done to deserve someone like Harry, where had he come from.

Harry refused to let her do all the cooking, and soon they were both deep in conversation as they cooked. Harry felt a shiver running down his back when he heard the stairs creaking, looking up at the door to see a sleepy Louis walk through it. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a sweater a few sizes bigger. His hands were covered with the sleeves as he stared at his mother and him.

"Mom..." Louis' voice cracked, his lips were chapped and his eyes swollen from all the crying.

"Good morning, love." Jay said. "Harry was kind to bring us breakfast. It's almost ready. Could you wake up the girls? I would like us all to have breakfast together."

While she spoke, Louis only stared at Harry. He nodded and turned around to wake his sisters up, trying to put a smile on his face.

It didn't take long to wake them up as soon as they smelled the food being cooked. He smiled when his sisters thanked Harry for the chocolate and strawberry syrups. He took a seat next to him, feeling a little better when his sisters were mostly the ones talking, wanting all of Harry's attention.

When breakfast was over, Harry refused to let them pay him back. He helped them clean up even when he was told many times he didn't have to, and when they were done, he and Louis went for a walk around the block. When they were walking out the door, Harry's eyes wandered down to Louis' bum, blushing a deep red when he remembered his dream. He closed his eyes and reprimanded himself. He wasn't Lucifer. Angels no matter their rank, never mingled with humans. It was strictly prohibited to form relationships with beings different than them.

"Thank you for everything you've done for us." Louis' small voice brought Harry out of his thoughts. "I don't know how we'll ever repay you."

"I think not giving up. That's how." Harry answered, still unable to look at Louis.

"Have you heard anything about him?" Louis asked, wrapping his arms around his thin form.

Harry had.

"It was an accident, Louis. Don't worry about him anymore." Harry said.

"I can't do that. I need to know if someone found him, if– if they know it was my fault."

"Someone found him, he was drunk and it was declared an accident. It wasn't your fault, it's never the victim's fault." Harry stopped to look at Louis, placing his hand on Louis' cheek. "It is always their choice, not the victims."

Louis looked down at the ground and then back at Harry before he nodded. He believed Harry.

Harry smiled and they continued their walk around the block. Louis thought that maybe things would get better, there was a voice in his head that told him so. It was the same voice he had dreamed of the night before, the one that had calmed him down. He would love to hear it again.

Thoughts? :)