Micheal closed his palms, draining even more of his memories that he left behind in this world.

He had to....

Lucifer lost all consciousness as he bellowed into a dark abyss, moving on and on, into a meaningless future.

A color the shade of the cosmos filtered down a fountain as his body floated towards the surface.

" Rise, wanderer." Someone muttered.

The Angel left compelled to drown right there but obliged to the unknown's wishes.

All he saw were memories.

Memories of the past.

His sensors went haywire again as another migraine, more powerful than when he met Lucy the first time, down that road.

He turned around to the sound of the man who called him out in this new biome of his surrounding.

But it wasn't anyone whom he knew......

" Who are you?"

" Papa!" A little shriek sounded off, panting softly as it raised his migraine to the maximum, resulting in him clutching the sides of his head as the fellow chuckled.

" There's my pochka!" Exclaimed the man in who was barely visible, as Lucifer looked back at the tiny voice.

( Translates roughly to "Flower Bud" in Russian.)

" Lucy?" The blonde haired girl looked around at the sound of Lucifer but in dismay.

" Papa! Found you!" Her face restored to a few moments ago as if she never heard anything as she grabbed onto her father's coat, pushing Lucifer out the way.

He crashed against the surface of the fountain, falling down back into the abyss, her face being the last thing he saw before blacking out.

But the girl never felt anything. Just someone calling someone.

But it felt important....

" I've got to go back! Lucy!" His mind raced as his body began to crumple up.

Lucifer felt his body burn up as his eyes shot back open.

Third Person POV:

Dawn had brought upon a fiery start as a dull half in - half off figure phased as it picked up Micheal's scorched body off the rubble Lucifer had caused.

Admist all the chaos, Micheal's scorched body started to fall apart, like his remaining breaths.

His eyes opened, barely seeing the person in front of him.

" Π¤$©^§°¢" It seemed to say. But all Micheal's distorted hearing picked up on was the voice of hate and imminent threatening.

" Ę̶̧̡̡̨̟͚͔̠̤͉̹̱̖̖͓̼̖͚̱͓̙̹̺͎̯̯͚͎̗͖̬̣̲̝̮̼̖̖̣̞͈̖̫̟̗̮̳̜͖̼͓̩̺̓̂̄̿̽̏̓͒́̒̆͐̆̉̈́̒̅̎̑̓̃͌̈́͒̓̃̃̅̌͆̾̋̒͊̿̈͗͊͛̑̈́͒͂̓͒̒̕͘͘̕͘̚̕͘͘͜͜͝͝͠͠͠ͅx̴̨̢̡̻̪̞̱̲̮̲̙̬̺̠̳̠͚̘̫̪̠͉͇̝̥̠̖͍̖̱̹̩͓̞͖̥̣̺̱̘̥̤̙̬͎̲͇͇̪̤͗͊̒͑͑̉͂̋̈́͆̊̇̌̚͜͠ͅͅͅt̸͕͒͑̈͌̇̽̐̉̏́̈́̔͊̃̓̋̿̈́́͘̚̕͠͝͝ę̴̢̡̛̙̣̭͙͕̱̳̗̠̻͈̰̟͕̮̝̮̘̣̩̲͇̖̩̩̲͔́̇̑̆͆̐̊́̀̽̏̅̐͐̒̂̂͑̉̓̌̅̚̕͘͘̕̕͜͜͜͝͠ͅͅń̸̨̤̜͚̲͇̥̠̫̥̖̤̞͎̮̥̣̘̟̼͒̏̅̓̿̋͗̿́͋͗̔͌̔̃̂͌͐͊̒͑́̈̽͗͆͒͗͊̃̉́̄̀̈̓̔̐̓̚̚͝͝ͅͅd̴̨̨̧̧̡̢̥̜̩̠̺̦̥̥̼̥̼̖̥͚̼̳̻̤͓̮͎̩̹̖͍̤̙̣̱͕̭̞͚̻̯̐͜ͅͅ ̵̡̧̨̡̦͚̦̞͕̫̜̬̘̬͔̹̯͎̰̼͉̟͎̤̱̘͔̤̗͓̝͔͖͎̺̪̮͚̮̖̗͓̤̼̞̹̝̤̝͖͓̝̟͉͙͉̦͕̼͕͐̈́͂͊̓̈̇̓͑́̄̋̒̈́̇͜͠͝ͅ "

Micheal screamed in pain as his body sizzled and hissed as the first drops of rain found its way down to his chest as a downpour followers soon after.

But it lasted while it did before the mysterious, glitching silhouette of colours uttered another spell of corruption.

One that should have been forgotten aeons ago.

" Ḋ̸̡̡̨̢̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̠̗̙͉̺͇͙̺̳̘̲̱͍̘̘̬̟̤̤̮̞̤̹̬̹͙̖̦̙̫̪̱̩͔̥̲̳͕͙͕̹͈̱̤̣̤̺̦̘̯̯̘͈̳̹̞̙͚͙̟͈̮̫͙̮̼̖̮̮̪̟̻̲͇͎͖͇̥̪̤̖̑̔͂͌͆̏͗̍͗̍͑̅̌͊͗̆̈́͛̈̌̽́̇̏̎͌̆͐͒͆̈́̀̂́̽̅̏͛͋͊͂͊͌́̊̀̿͋̽̋͗̂̓̊̌̎̃̈́̇̓̓̐̈́͌̌̍̉͑̓̆̾̊̓̈́̅̎̐̉͆̏̃̔̑̒̏̎̀̏̉̿͐̀͂̄͐͗́̒̒͊̑͂̋̈̉̾͆̋͌̐̽͑̃̀̆͑͌͐͐͗̄̋̔͑͊̄͒̓́̈́͐̍͊̊̄̐̊̋̉̈͆̑͗͑̈̄̉̽̄̒͛̈̂͂̈́͐̊̏͊̅̈́̌͒͆̔̎̆̓̿̿̄̎̇̿͒̊̇̀́̀̆̿́̋̿̊͒̅͗̒̕̕̚̚͘̚̕̚͜͜͜͜͜͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͠e̶̢̡̧̛̛̛̛̲̳̙̲͎̙͕̘͇̞͓̬̜͖̻̤̮͙̗̭͍͖̣͔̺̣͙̲̪̠͕̙̹̯̠̩͉͙̠͈̱̮͈̗͇̖̼̙͔̺̪̩͎̟̰̼̩̜̘͈̬͈̦̭̳͙͎̯̰͔̞̱͍͓̼͙̻̜̰̦̖̭͙̞͚̹̫̝͇͇̜̊̔̔̈̑͌̈́͊̿͆̓́͌͑͊̒̐̅̄͒͒̐̓̆͂̓͊̽͐̌̓̈́̿̑͐͑̆̓̉͑́́͋͗͐̓́̃̍̾̌̊̈́̍̒̈̊̀̍̉̓͒̀̃̋̌̈́̉͗̍͛͆̀̓̆͛̔̄̄̒̄̏̈́̀̋͂̄̈́͆̆̒̌͌̈́͆͗͒̀̌̄͗̀͌̇̄̿͘͘̕̚̚̚̕͘̕̚̕͜͝͠͠͝͠͝͠͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅm̵̢̡̨̨̨̡̨̨̨̢̨̧̢̢̧̨̛̛̛̛̛̛̲͈͕͓̮̮͙̠̭̜̰̭̞͖̟͚̰̦͈͇̪̙͕͕͔̯̻̫̹̟̫̬̻̲̺̜̣̰̥̱͍͍͔̱̞̠͕̣͙͍͔͙̳͙̤̟͇̣̫̺̳̮͇̬̰̗͔̥̥͕̦̜͔̤̪̰̹̦̰͖̜̤̺͈̲̼̜̤͙̣͓̤͓͚̠̩̱̱͙̙̻͙̩̻̺̗͍͈̤͔̜̺̞͙̙̙̣͇̥̮̱̰̣̗̟̦̲̼̣̳̯̠͈̳̯̻̤͉̳̠̳̻̱͚̗͋̾́̎́́͊͒́̅̔͛̍̑͊̿̈́͌͌͒̃̓͋̑̽́́͑͋͆̿̌̌̐͒̈́̈́͗̐̓̋͑͑̎͊̂́̅͋̐͗̈́̓̈̓͌͐̾͛͛̽̓̌̆̈́̐͌̓̇̄̌̐̽̈͌͗̓͊̃̑̍͑͌͌͊͌͑͐̏̓̏̓̉̏͂̀͑͐͂̉̓͛͑̐̏͛̓̔͂͊͋̎̀̈́̏͛̾̅̀͗̋̋̐͂̈͊̍̒̀͂̉̍̀̍́̓̀̀̆́̎̍̑̂̇́̐̂̑̈́̀̋̈́̑́̓̍̃͊̀̓̓̋͋̍̾̅͑͆̌̽̓̑̈́̈́͆̾̈̌͋̃̈́̾̈́̊̒̂͊̅̌́͌̂̀̓̀͆̎̔̈́̾͘̕̚̕̕̕̚̕̚̚̚̚͘̕̚̕͘̚̚͜͜͜͝͠͠͝͠͠͝͝͝͝͠͝͠͝͠ǭ̸̧̢̛̛̮͚̝̤̞̼̞͎̦̻͎̠͎͕͉͍̤̪̫̂̇́̄̒͗̒̿̆̆͌̐͂̾͗̓̈́̿͝ň̸̢̡̧̢̨̛̜͚̗̳̹̟̠̜͕͉͙̯̤̼͇̹̼̩̱̟̗̤͍͖̟̤̠͈̘̭͉̦̻͉̫̳̤̠̘̰͓͉̥͚̪͇͙͖̜̤̘͕͙̤̳̞̈́̏̀̃̄̏̏̈́͌̅̈́̆̅̅̉͑͋̑̃͐͐̈́̾̈́́́̑͊̽̆͌̒͋̇̽̅̈́͌͆̊̈́͒̆͊̋͛̃́͑̽̀͂͂̋̂͆̓͐̅̓̍̈́̂͐̐̋͛̋̏̅̊̈́̚̕̕̕͝͝͝͠͝͠͝ͅͅĩ̴̧̡̨̢̡̢̢̨̧̢̡̢̛̟͉̭̗͉͚̞͔͍̯̺͙̣͓̯͚͇̟̰̥̦̪̙̯͍̮̭̠̗̫̻̲̙͉̥̥̥̠̪̰̼͕͎̼͕̹̜̬͔̥̩̲̮͖̗͇̲̟͖̲̭̬͖̙̬͍̤͓͚̝̤̭̤̲̲̱̺̝̫̙͙̗̞͇̯̞͈̪͇͉͔͕̲̩͍͓͉̘̝̩̓̃̆̔̓̓̌̔͒̃̄͛̓̊̔̍̑̄͒̐͘̕͘̚̕͜͜͜͜͠͠͝͝͝ͅͅč̷̨̡̨̨̧̢̧̧̨̡̨̢̡̡̢̡̨̛̞͕̙̼͉͕̘̮̮̤̩̘͎̜͈̠̘̞̼̘̱̜̥̩̱̺͔̘͚̞͍̭̙̗̰̱̟͙̺̙̮̦̯̯̞̤̱̭̦͙̲̮̤͖̜̯̤̙̟̞̥̫͔̦̞̝̠̼̪̤̱̗̘̭͉͈̯̳̣̤̞̙̲̩͖̮̩̲̹͚̝͇̝̯̗̥̺̦̲͚͇̰̙̬̫̘͇͍͇̻̝͙͈͓͖̭͉̜̜̬͇̣̭͔̻̞̱̜̦̘̮̖͔͖̣̩̰̗͎̩̳̝̀͊̍͐̌́̑̽̔̅̀̎͆͂̈̅̊̃̍͊̎̓̈́́̈̽̌̃͂͂̈́͂̿̀̀̿̉̓́̔͂̆̉͆̿̉͐̋̓͆̋̐́̽͂́͘̚͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅ ̷̛̛̛̛̛̛̛͙̐̂̌̾̈́̽͒̎͊̊̆͊̓̐͆̋̓̈́̀̌̿̃͛͊̏̉̐́̎͊̐̏̽̉͆̏̏̑̎̽͒̈́͑̌̋͐̄̆̓́͌̽͒̃͐̂̅̿͂̽̾͐͐̑͑̀͑̉́̈́̎̑͆̈́̊̇̊̀̆̾̈́̋̐̀͐̾͑̒͆̒̅̃̆́̅̈͆̿̆̊̓̓̊͊̇̾̄͛́͐͒͗̋͊͆̌͑̍̏͑͑̑̾̋͊͐͗͊̊̀͐́̂͂̽͐̃̀͑͐̓̀͊̀̽̈́̋̇͊͆̔͋́͐̚̚̚̕͘̕̚̚͘̕͠͠͝͝͝͝͠͝͠͠͝͝͠͠͝

  
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" Awakening?!" His body wrenched against the torrent of water as the entire storm was pinholed into his body.

Moments of a storm funneling inside his body, the figure looked at his quivering and tearing eyes with scorn, then diverted by the thought to search for something.

His body was piercing itself back together, tearing limb into limb and bones crunching against it's kin.

It hurt him like hell which Michael knows firsthand.

" Just close the dimension, you dumb idiot!" His mind yelled as his body wailed in agony.

The shadow of dull colours picked up a charred body from the ground.

Lucifer.....

Lucifer's body had half reduced to ashed which was breaking apart the more the wind picked up and more as the figure looked more in rage.

It looked at Micheal impatiently as his returning vision brought with it, an illusion.

" I-it can't be...." Even his mind stuttered from seeing the love of his life before him, being the one to implement this torture to him.

Angel or not, having to be the centre of a f*cking tornado should hurt.

Lucifer was gently lifted into the side as the rain died while the figure had it's body branched, supporting Lucifer.

It walked up-to Micheal, Lucifer carefully rolled up in a covering of its own body.

" w-who a-a-are-" The glitching entity brought itself to a grin as the woman's name evaporated from the memories Micheal had.

It caught both of Micheal's ohnoileftitontheovenfortoolong palms and joined them together, colours flowing in and out as it closed the deal to dissipate the Phantom Plane.

And like the rules follow by, Micheal had the axe in his hand and Lucifer was on the ground, having lost according to the rules set and Wing was falling around, seemingly confused.

And as usual, Micheal did the same.

Throw up bl....

He didn't throw up?

(Oh.....plot.)

Wait. What?

(This is going completely off track.)

Uh....let's roll with it.

(That let's meaning YOU mate. Suffer.)

Gawd....

He looked at his heart which was beating surprisingly normally as he checked his vision. Clear.

It was confusing for him.......and by extension me and the Author.

The second, he took out his chain which was surprisingly....missing......

Leaving Lucifer to suck the ground, he rushed back to the cabin as he nearly 50/50 broke the door trying to enter/break his left shoulder trying to break in as he crashed into every single room trying to find it.

And at last, he opened the door to Hope and Lucy being in the couch near their bed, the chain of the necklace dangling in Hope's hand. He slowly uncovered it, trying to not wake her.

The curse was half gone. The black veils were fading to strings of colour as Micheal let his hand surf over the crystal.

It was warm to the touch...

Fiddled with, moments before.

He then looked at Hope and then Lucy.

" Who?" Was all he could think.

Someone was giving him more time......

Something even we are clueless about.....

Dedicated to everyone who had lost the papers that had the entire plot of a story set while running amok. And to the ones who still read this book.....