Lucifer's POV :

I remember groaning myself awake about a few couple hours after my battle.

I crashed near the side of what felt like a dumpster for some reason unknown.

How did I know how a dumpster felt again?

Mysteries.

My eyes didn't focus at all, and to which I had to rub my face all over with my roughed up hands for a while.

" Damn, that hurts..." I grumbled.

" And you're supposed to be a guardian, when you can't even cope up with a bit of eye trauma? "

She asked me. Her voice seemed, hurting.

" Hey, pain in the eyes is the worst!" I complained, out loud.

" You okay?" A concerned voice asked me, probably because they were concerned.

Big deal.

" No problem, lady. Just drank a bit over my head last night." I waved an hand over my head, shaking my head as I did it, also in wonder of how I managed to make this good of an excuse on the spot.

" You don't seem okay..." The sound seemed a bit pitiful rather than concerned this time.

" I meant what I sa-" Bullets of hurt pierced the side of my stomach as my body doubled over and my vision sent a sonar wave up my ear, seeing mirror images of everything.

I couldn't see anything apart from my own body which I had grown to sense the moment of, even blindfolded.

" HEY!" The girl leaned over, her bag dropping to the rainwater filled asphalt, the contents sending vibrations through the water, creating various ripples, her hand flying and grasping a good hold of my shoulder.

" YOU'RE BLEEDING!"

" I am?"

A stupid *ss question. Don't ask. I tend to act like this on a rather unnerving basis.

" HOW'S A BIT OF OVER DRINKING GONNA CAUSE BLEEDING?!"

" I'm not a doct-" I coughed, throwing a bit of blood out my system which was strange.

I never bleed through my mouth.

Wait... I did.....many times....

Nevermind then.

" It seems you're bleeding from your pylorus, love. it's a deep puncture, by the feel of it."

She notified me. How did she even feel it?

" Oh yeah. I know what a f*cking Pelosi is! OF COURSE I F*CKING D-" I threw up blood again, the poor girl having an expression of panic on her face.

Oh no! This little b*tch has gone mad from blood loss! She's likely to think right now, I guess...

Just leave me here! I can heal without someone here! Just f*cking leave!

" J-ust l-l-leave..." The mouth of mine said.

" I ain't leaving you here! You're bleeding!" The lady yelled in my ear.

Thank you for adding a bit of sugar to my diabetic coma.

Thanks you very much. That's greatly appreciated

Greatly;
Appreciated.

" Heard you t-thrice..." A painful word of truth.

I put my palm over the right side of my abdomen as I focused some essence to clog the wound right.

" The pylorus is on the left side... "

" Shut up." I posted a mental order of annoyance.

" Mend" I uttered, a warm wave of sudden air impaled my wounded pythagoras or something as it clotted that part with its own blood.

With immediate results. Better than most doctors.

Use a f*cking air blade!

" I-i-its st-topped..." A look of bewilderment.

" T-the bleeding ceased..." A look of shock.

" I know. I'm co-" I also remember passing out, my face slamming against the metal of the trash as I realised too late that I accidentally cut off the entire supply of air to my lungs as well.

DAMMIT! LUCY WOULD'VE BEEN PROUD!

wait....no she wouldn't...

HER MOM WOULD HAVE THOUGH!!!

" How big of an idiot are you?!"

Was regrettably the last thing I heard before my self-made demise.

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Third Person POV:

" Saku" Said the person who just arrived in the nick of time to unfortunately throw dirt on Micheal's dream and goal.

Micheal, a calm and collected person almost for a time of a few couple centuries, was left to curse at Lucifer.

" Dammit..." He let his hand crash into the damp ground that just hurt his hand.

" I shouldn't wait. I should just kill myself..." He ignored the two collapsed figures in front of him.

His thoughts drifted into his more primal territory, wondering how he would fare to death when that happens.

" No!" He let the brunt of his hands come into brute contact with his face as he punched himself, then again after the thought surfaced again.

He wanted to at least go out on his own terms.

At least once...

And thankfully, he was successful in diverting his thought.

" How did he enter my Plane?"

A question rose.

" I didn't allow him..."

But he shrugged it off, considering he might have allowed access since they both look the same.

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" Shinu, Akuma" (Translating to roughly "Perish, Demon" in Japanese.)

Lucifer said, his feet throwing him at the monstrosity which had bulked up again, launching a balled fist at him.

He took it way too close for comfort as he slid his head under it's muscles and shot his hand up in the air.

He had a craze of an idea right then, perking itself up.

" Try this on for size." His palms explored a flurry wave of sudden sparks as electricity cackled again as the air heated up within the small radius of his fingertips to his right elbow, when he dug his hands into the ground and pulled out a power outlet.

" Rule 2: Any damage done within someone's Phantom Plane will be nullified when it's closed. Any mental trauma sustained will remain, regardless of the means used." Micheal's Phantom Plane disciplines resonated in his mind.

" I just need to win, alive." The one burning up with adrenaline, looked at what was left of his right arm.

A mad grin came up on his face as his eyes started to give into the darkness.

" Take over." His left eye turned ashen black as his arm regenerated with the assistance of Wing, who attached his own body as a replacement for his arm.

Stronger, more durable.

Packs amazing destruction power.

His grin widened as he muttered his new *sspull of a power.

" P̵̢̢̻̞̝̪͎͖͔̫̲͖̪̠̘̫͇̗̥̘̭̫̭̙̱̥̊̎̒̽̇͒̓̓͒͗̇͋͂̊̄̇͑̀̎̿́͛̔͂̈̇͆̎͘͘͘̕͝͝͝͠uppè̸̢̧̢̢̧̧̢̧̡̢̨̢̡̧̡̨̧̨̢̛̛̛̜̤͚͍̟̙̬̠̼͈̘̯̫̮͖͍̠̠̙̬̥͇̮̱͖̱̙̗̤̙̯͎̳̦̣̗̺͕̠̪̘͖͈̭̦̱̣̺̭̭͔̳̙̳̼̝̗͈̖̗̯̜̝̬̪͕̭̮͍͎͙̠͔͉̰̯̬̤̝̯͎͔̝̞͚͇̥̳̫̞̣͙͖̰̰͍͚̪̖̮̝̣̦̲̳̹̺̜̜̻͔̝̣̻̮̼̲̞̹̞̯̪̬͚̤̳̟̺̝͎̤̝͔̖̺̫̦̲̫̻̣̗̝̻̗̺̙̭̱̮͎̻̤̯̝̙̥̩͎̲͎̹̩̦͔͉̮̗̙͉̞̬̰̣̩̬̗̘͖̙̻̰͙̯͉̻̰̬̣̠͈͇̪̹̥̫͎̘̫̝͇̳̻͒̏̀̾̃̾͆̉͌̏̇̌̈́̔͌͋́̈̅͐̎͗̓̊́͂̋̽̈̿̋̅̽̄̋̑̃̎́͐̽͂̿́̔̍͛͂͗͑̀̍̓́̐̒̽͐̍͗̅̆͒̔̈́̄́́͋̈́̔́̾̈́̇̅̊̇̔̏͑̍̌̂͂͆̀̾̆͂͊̿̈́͐͂̏̆̊̆̌̅̓̏̓̊͑̓͒͗̔̊̏͆͑̉̽̿̓̃̄͗̽́͌͆͌́̏̌̕͘͘͘̕͘̕̕͘͘̕͘̚͜͜͜͜͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅẗ̴̡̧̡̧̡̧̧̢̢̡̧̧̢̨̡̨̡̡̨̡̡̨̡̧̧̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛͙͖̝̘͓͕̦̳̯̲̘̹̻̟̱̩̟̜̼͙̜̺̬̼̯̹̦͚̗͖̞͕̺̫͉͍̝̦̞̦̲̥̩̝̲̺̫͉̙̱͎̰̝̙̥̳͖͖̮͎͍̥̥̰̤̩̬̫̟̙̦̤̪͉͖̰̜̖̟̼̼͔͍̼̱͈͈̬̦̱͍͚̗̲͉̪͍̭̦̜̯̝͈͖̼̱͉̫̭̥̮̝̙̘̘̫̪͈̖̗̟̻̤̝͍͙̲̤͎̤̟͇̙͇̮̹͕̥͉͕̫̫̦͚͈̙̭̭̘̜̟̬̠̜͇̩̯̣̣̜̬̙͓̜̯̞̤̰̩̞͕̳͎͖̰̹̺͉̝̙͈͎̲͍̮̫͎̦̹̦͓͎̝̟̳̜͈͈͇̭͖̹̗̮͍̳̗̠̤͚̪̦͙̣͖̺̦̗͙̭͉̲̗̞͇͚̙̟̆̌̈́̿͂͛̿͐̎̿̈́̑̌̈́̅͌͗̒͂̑̒̍͊̽̋̽̂̍̅̓̔̐̔̉͒̄̊̈́́̇͂̈̈́͂̄͗̌͂͊̇́͒́̔̍̆̇͐́̉͌̈̈͂̅͗̈́͐̂́́̉̋́͐̃͂̀̓́̍̂̄̎̀̀̐̆́̄̀̎͛̉͌̄̂̑̃̂́̀͐̾̈́͒͒̿̿̾͊͒́̿̀̓̌̈́͛̄́́͋̃̋̈́͐͂̈́̏̐͒̇̇͗̿̾͌̇̂̌́̽̿̈́̓͐͊̈͑̀̊̈̎͊͐̐̅͑͐̿̈́̽̀̀̍́̓͑̀̈́̊̇͑͌̀̈́́̈́̍̾̇͛͗͐̃̎͛̃̄̐̊̏̽͒̈́̍̑̅͆̏͆̌̈͆̄͑̃͐̄̌̔̄͊͊́̐̈́̿͑̋̆̇̾̍̑̿͊̈́̈́̏́̿͘͘̕̚͘̚̕̕͘͘̚̚̕̚͘͜͜͜͜͝͝͠͝͝͝͠͠͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͠ͅͅͅͅͅͅͅę̶̡̢̨̧̡̡̛̛̛̻͍̲̱͔̖͕̣̰͎̤̣̫̯̣̗̫͇̦̻͙̮̰͍̻͚͈̺̬͙̹̱̪̖̹̥̺͙̦̬̞͕̟̤̼͉͍̱͉͉͖̹͇͕̝̣̖̭͙̭̠̭͕͎͎̯̘̫̮͍͎͈͚̣̗̦̬̦̗͊͌͐̀̈̀̉́̉͛̉̄̉̍̇͑̀̂̉̎̀̈̍̃̍̀͛́̐́͆́̓̀̊̒̌̎̈́̋̽͋͗́͛́͐̍́͐̀̃̍̔͊̅͐̑̈̍̒͂̏̋͑̈́̂́͆̈̈́̽͑̆̈́̀͌͂̐͑͌̈́̅͗̈͒̈́̔͐̚͘̚͘̚͘͝͝͠͠e̸̢̡̡̡̡̢̧̢̢̡̛̛̛̛̛̛̼̠͕̰̼̮̞͙͈̖̖̩̘̼͇̩͈̤͚̰͓̘̩͚̫̺͇͇̟̪͍͚͍̖͕̲̲͓̖͖͇͖͎̞͉̩̲͓̭͉̟̱̰̲̙̦̜̰͉̰̗̮̖͍̺̰͓͔̟̱̻̝̜̲͔͇̤̘̪̺̙̟̰͑̀́̈́̈̏͑̇̄͛͑͌͗̄̏̈́̽͋̏͌͋͋̌̇̔̀̇̎͋̎̽̂̓͒̄̅̀̋̍̌̃̀̀͒̎̄̎̈̋̓͋̓̃̆̆͗͌͊̈́͐̿͆̈́͋́̒͒̈́̏̂͛̾̀̎͐̽̽̀͌̐̈́̉̐̂̿̈́̄̔̑͂̓̈́̆̓͛̐̈͌͌̚̚̕̚̚̚͘̚͘̚͘̕͘̚͜͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͠r "

Lucifer blacked out, letting the monster in him do his bidding.

His eyes rolled back and Wing took over, along with the spirit that was aiding him.

" Well, hello there." She said.

" Tell me, nephew. How badly you want to be hurt?" She smiled, but it was filled with animosity, animosity of someone more savage.

" Honey, don't hold back." She looked at her host's arm.

And before the other being could react, the ground erupted, flying out in a perfect circle as the new bionic-like arm collided with its chest, immediately morphing into a blade, wedging in deep as she moved her arm in a twisting manner, drowning her hand in a river of blood as the monster shrieked in agony.

" IT HURTS, DOESN'T IT?!" She cackled over the sound of his scream.

And that cackle evolved into a murderous laugh of happiness.

Of enjoyment...

" Dig deep! Deeper! Make him suffer, darling!" Her vicious side that caused her downfall rose from the depths.

But Wing couldn't resist her.

Lucifer's right hand's fingers all exploded with a small fire bursting in his body.

Wing healed it again.

She dug it in, this time, it becoming a mace like thing on each of his fingers, the thorns rising out at a ridiculous speed, impaling and retracting, impaling again.

A few moments brutal moments later, the ground was filled with blood, parts of his body lying down.

She didn't stop. She went on a rampage, dismembering it's body as well as Lucifer's.

Until she snapped.

A fleeting moment of silence hushed over the colourless world, Lucifer's body stopping momentarily.

And she realised what she did.

" I'm sorry." Wing detached itself from his limb and contacted back.

" I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Her voice stuttered the same words again like a broken mix tape.

She buckled on the body's knees and hit her remaining fist on the ground, in desperation to give control back to him before she reverts back again.

She didn't want this...

She didn't want to do this...

Her eyes looked up as she saw the monster tensed up and frozen in place.

She had won his fight.

At the lost of her sanity.

" Take it back."

" Take it back!"

" TAKE IT BACK!!" She screamed at the mirror near the building their fight ended near.

" take it back, Lucifer...." She collapsed on the ground.

Moments later, Wing phased in as he coiled himself around the left arm and snapped it for him, bringing an end to this battle.

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