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Who:

Wrath and Lucifer (Some side Legion)

What:

Where's my son

When:

Friday

Where:

Wrath's place

Warnings:

Lucifer (Does that count as a warning?), so language, probable violence, Hell-shenanigans, mentions of torture if not actual torture

Notes:

Sorry this is so late. I am the worst. No rush on this!

Lucifer wasn't a parent. He looked after Joshua, only because the being had a part to play in the end. But when it came to actual fathering he usually ignored him. Why Satan had suddenly decided that it was super important to find their child was beyond him. As far as he knew, Joshua wasn't able to die until the Apocalypse came.

But because he liked the thought of being owed a favor from Satan he'd set out. The city was vast though and one immortal amongst many was annoying to find. In the end he set Legion out, but they'd come back with nothing. He couldn't get at the Saints, not eager to find out how much Michael wanted vengeance, but he could get at Wrath.

He'd noticed she'd become less vigilant and wary, which he felt like the perfect opportunity to strike. He figured since she was fucking a Saint, she could at least give them the courtesy of letting them know if they knew anything. If not, he was sure he could persuade her.

Legion had been good enough in their hunt and found out where Wrath worked. He could feel his brother's wards miles off and he sneered at the building before leaning in an alleyway and waiting. Eventually he waved Legion off, not wanting their particular distraction, and watched.

It didn't take too much longer before he spotted Wrath. He waited until she was before the alley before stepping in front of her. "Hello Wrath. If you run, I'll find your little Saint boyfriend and see how many times I can kill him. Be a good girl and stay."

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Wrath squeezed her eyes shut and tears formed in the corners of them anyway. The grip on her throat hurt and she couldn't get away and she had no doubt Lucifer could do what he said.

But she couldn't give up Patrick's name.

"George and I weren't even in the fucking country until a week or so ago!" she yelled at him. "We didn't do anything to your spawn! And like fuck they would tell me if they did! They know I ratted your ass out, I clearly can't keep a fucking secret if my life depended on it!" Which it clearly had. He had killed her for that already.

Joshua had been gone for longer then that. He'd calculated it. Still. He watched her. "Fine. I'll discount you and the little fucktoy. What about ginger? Did he go all honorable on you? Do the right thing? Has he mentioned anything?"

He did not let go or loosen his grip. Like before, he suspected Wrath knew something worth knowing, something she protected. He wondered what it would take for her to share.

"Tell me, or you can tell him I'll find the pagan I whipped once and make sure she never comes back. That you caused it to happen."

His threats were always so horrible and personal and she hated him for doing it to her. She struggled a bit but it was fruitless. With a groan she said, "no one said anything! Just- Leave them alone for fuck's sake!"

He released her and stepped back. "I have to admire your tenacity Wrath. Such a loyal dog. Shame no one will put it down. I could keep you dead, you know."

He sighed. "Joshua can't die to my knowledge. He's important to the Last Days, and Satan isn't about to pop out another. I have no fear on his demise. Satan wants him back, and I told him I'd look. You know something, you can't lie to a liar, and if it was more dire I'd fish it out of you." He set his hands in his pockets, "if the Saints are behind this, tell them I'll burn everything precious to them and keep it dead. Principal you know. I despise Joshua but he's still mine. No one fucks with that. I can't promise what Satan will do to them. Nothing pleasant, I assume."

The moment she was released, she put her hand to her throat. She knew it was useless to run so she stared at him as he insulted and threatened her further.

Was he just letting her go, just like that? "All I know is that your son is a shithead," she growled. "And I can't be sad he's missing."

"That's not the point." He didn't deny the accusations. Joshua was the creature he'd been molded into. He'd done what he'd promised and chased down the lead. "Tell the Saints they have a month for Joshua to show up, no questions ask, before I start killing their beloveds. All of them Wrath, not just the ginger and your little boyfriend. Even the ones not connected to you. One of them will start questioning why."

He shrugged, "if he's back in a month I won't look into it. I'll make sure neither Joshua or Satan do either and Joshua doesn't take vengeance. If he's not back, all Hell will unleash, understand?"

Wrath stared at him as he warned her that retribution could be coming. He had said they had a month so maybe...maybe she would get out of this unscathed. "I understand," she whispered, and then she wished she hadn't said anything. What if he took that as confirmation she was lying?!

"I keep my promises Wrath. You know that." He smiled at her. "Go on then. Scurry back to your little hole and continue pretending you aren't what you are."

She expected him to hurt her, so on principle he didn't. It amused him to defy expectations. "Oh and Wrath? He'll just leave you, you know. Once he sees you for what you are."

Wrath bared her teeth at Lucifer and she shook her head. "No. No he won't, he loves me. This is what I am!" She knew she wouldn't feel righteous wrath forever, but she honestly thought George would be able to handle it. He had seen her when she was at her worst and he hadn't run.

He sighed, like he was speaking to a child, "no it's not and you know it. You're a Sin, despite the strings attached. You cannot help your nature." He gave a shrug and stepped back. "He loves an idea he thinks he can change, and does not realize he cannot. He loves what he thinks he sees. He wants to save you. But think what you like. I'll just tell I told you so when it all goes up in flames."

Wrath wrapped her arms around herself and she stared hard at the ground, hating that he could be right. But she wanted to trust George so badly-

"Just go," she hissed at him.

He smiled and went, finding the emotional scars as pleasing as the physical ones. "Remember Wrath, they have a month. Don't test me."