in the name of the Father (1/5); Lucifer/Gabriel

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chapter one
from behind those empty walls


Gabriel never thought waking up could hurt that much. But apparently it did when you had an archangel killing blade stabbed into your guts not so long ago and for some weird reason your powers weren't working and you didn't heal. Why the fuck was he even alive?

Or was he? That was good question. He had never thought angels would go anywhere when they died and frankly he hadn't thought so much about it since he had never really planned on dying. Now that he had (or had not) died, he thought he maybe should have paid a little more attention to the whole deal.

But was he supposed to not have his powers in 'Wherever angels go after they die'-land? So maybe he wasn't dead. Maybe he was still alive. A fact that would explain the pain in his guts as well as the fact that he was chained to a hard, cold stone wall. What it still didn't explain was the lack of his powers. He had never felt so vulnerable in his whole life. It was like he was human but he could feel the buzz of his Grace just below the surface of... something. This nameless something was blocking the way to his Grace, enveloping it in a tight and not so nice cage. Which left him with the question: what was strong enough to bind an Archangel's powers?

He was pretty amazed he could even think that straight, since he felt like he had been run over by a bus and then hung somewhere to bleed to death nice and slow. So overall he felt like shit, plus close to dying which he probably actually was, given his not so good state.

Weakly he tried to look around, but wasn't able to make anything out in the dark with his limited senses. Even weaker were his attempts to move and see if he could do anything against the chains binding him. Maybe they were the key to his lack of powers. But he couldn't even move more than an inch, either he was too weak or the chains were too strong and heavy or both.

There was a low chuckle somewhere to his right and Gabriel tried to jerk around, only making some low noises with the rattling chains but otherwise being unsuccessful when it came to doing anything but hanging around - literally. Still his eyes couldn't see anything either, no matter how hard he tried to focus them and he really felt tempted to try and snap some lights on but he knew how futile that would be. Besides he would probably only be amusing his captivator, something he wasn't really keen to do.

"Gabriel, Gabriel..." the silk voice broke the silence and made him flinch, knowing really well who was talking to him. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he heard silent steps shuffle closer, the source of them still hidden somewhere in the darkness of the room. But there was no mistaking who was coming closer ever so slowly. He was taking his time because he knew that Gabriel had figured out who he was by now and to enjoy the fear he created in Gabriel fully he waited for it to blossom.

"You should have known better," the voice whispered, dripping with the sweetness that Gabriel just knew wasn't real. "After all I taught you everything, little brother." There was a sound as if he was shaking his head. "And that is how you thank me? Turning against me to take the side of this mud monkey who doesn't mean anything to you?"

Now the sweetness was gone, leaving only the pure rage of a being even older than Gabriel himself. He came closer with every word, inching forward, leaving the trapped Archangel just enough time to shiver and wish for a way out because he knew this wouldn't end well for him. "You betrayed me Gabriel!"

A hiss came from Gabriel at these words, because this wasn't fair and this wasn't true. “I betrayed you?” he snarled, a hint of his true form hiding behind his words, even with his grace bound. “You were the one who left us all!” The fear was gone – suddenly – even though it would probably return with even more force after that, but right now there was only anger in him and hurt, because it hadn't been Lucifer who had been left alone.

“You were the one who turned his back on his family!” he growled, not caring that he was probably very far from being intimidating. “You were the one that left us just because of some damn fight you had with Dad! You didn't care you ripped us all apart! You didn't care for us at all!” He spat on the ground, fighting against his restraints, the aching pain in his belly forgotten in the rage he had kept locked up for so long.

“You betrayed us!” he hissed looking into the darkness, somewhere in it Lucifer was hidden, looking at him, waiting for God knew what. Or maybe he didn't or simply didn't care. “Don't you tell me I betrayed you. I tried to hold you back to keep you from destroying all we ever had until the last minute. Until you shoved me away and told me I was as useless as the others and that you hated me just like them.”

Pain was audible in his voice, pain so old even he had nearly forgotten it was there. It had become his silent companion always pressing at the back of his conscious. Never leaving him alone, always reminding him of what he had had and what he had lost. “You betrayed me Lucifer. You cut all ties to me!”

This time there was no chuckle, instead there was a low, venomous growl. “I betrayed you?” Lucifer all but whispered, the sound ringing in the silent room as if he had screamed. “Don't you forget a little something there Gabriel?” the voice insisted, coming even closer.

Gabriel's breath hitched when a cold hand lay itself on his chest, right over his heart, pressing down ever so slightly. He tried to recoil from the touch, but the chains would not let him and so he had no choice but let Lucifer touch him with his rotting body and even worse, he felt his tainted Grace reach for him too, making his own, bound one squirm and flare in pain. “You could have come with me,” Lucifer whispered slowly, leaning closer towards his bound brother, smiling a predatory smile. “I asked you. I begged you to come with me,” he hissed, now so close that his lips nearly touched Gabriel's ear. “But you decided to stay with Daddy and the rest of his little obedient angels. You wouldn't rebel for me. But what did you do as soon as I killed the first of your little dumb friends? You ran. You ran like a fucking coward. Leaving everything behind. Everything you had sworn to never abandon.”

~*~

His last words didn't only drip with venom but also with sarcasm; he was mocking Gabriel and he liked every second of it, losing himself in the hurt that radiated from the Archangel. When both of them were younger he would have done anything to keep his brother safe. Now he would do anything to see him bleed and even start to comprehend the pain that he had gone through just because they had been too blind to see what he had seen. And the pain Gabriel himself had inflicted on the Morningstar because he had let him down. He had let him alone, he had been afraid to be anything but Daddy's little boy.

At least that was what he had told Lucifer. In other words of course, but that had been the essence. And then he had just left. He had said he couldn't leave but all of a sudden there was no Gabriel in Heaven anymore.
 

~*~
Gabriel cried out as the Grace pulled back a bit, leaving him to his own thought again after he had had been able to take a small glimpse into the mind of his brother. He didn't know if Lucifer had intended him to know how he felt and thought but he couldn't bring himself to care. He just wanted to clutch his head and curl into himself in some hidden corner of the world.

“Oh no, I won't let you get away this time Gabriel,” Lucifer hissed, still so close to him, Gabriel flinched. “Now you're mine and I won't let you hide with your petty pagan friends ever again.” There was a low, hard chuckle as Lucifer gripped the base of Gabriel's neck, making him take a sharp breath.

“You will learn that no one betrays ME.” He chuckled again, dangerous and low as he pressed his mouth against Gabriel's ear. “I will make you obedient again,” he purred into his ear, unspoken promise of a pain stronger than even an Archangel could take. “Only this time to me, my little brother. And then well...” He grinned, Gabriel could feel his mouth moving against his ear.

“We will see little brother, what I'll do with you once I have you at my feet, begging me to forgive you.”

~*~
Pain. Burning, searing pain. Hurting every nerve ending in Gabriel's body, tearing at his Grace with the might of an archangel. He felt like he was on fire, slowly but agonizingly burning from the inside out. His skin was peeling, blistering under God knew what. But if God knew, he didn't care.

His voice had given out too long ago to even remember how a scream sounded and all that left him now were broken little sobs and whimpers that his ears didn't even pick up anymore. Lucifer, on the other hand, did, and from what he felt of the other man's Grace he loved every second of Gabriel's pain.

Slow hands were stroking over his skin, leaving only burning flesh behind as the devil carefully touched every part of his body. He whispered promises of even more pain, burning pain, telling him of all the things he would do to him, voice ever so gently. Telling him in how many ways he would hurt Gabriel, how he would make him his, forever. How he would make Gabriel love him again, how he would wipe the hate and the disgust away.

He told him more, how he would change the world, extinguish humans until only those worthy were left. He showed him his vision of the world, made Gabriel see all the destruction all the dead people, all the dead gods. Nothing would be left alive. Nothing that Lucifer didn't want to have alive.

It scared the Hell out of Gabriel, all of it. The few moments he could think and his mind was not clouded from the painful haze of Lucifer's torture, he was scared. He feared for himself, for Castiel, the Winchesters, the whole damn Earth. He feared what Lucifer had become. What he had turned into.

Never had he thought that the man he had loved, this wonderful, caring angel would turn into something like that. Something so twisted every time his Grace touched Gabriel's he would recoil, tainted by the sheer touch. What had once been pure and right and light was now only darkness and poison.

But still Lucifer's Grace kept reaching out, like it had so long ago, kept reaching out for him, trying to intertwine with Gabriel's, trying to reconnect. But there was nothing left to reconnect, nothing to piece back together. Because this was not the angel he had loved, not the angel he had shared everything with. This was not Lucifer. This was someone – something – else.

He wouldn't be Gabriel if he would let his brother break him. No matter how much he tried, no matter in which way he hurt or humiliated him, Gabriel didn't give in. He held on to something pretty close to life itself and just let Lucifer have his way.

He wouldn't break and he wouldn't bow to Lucifer either. He would remain. A snarky comment on his bruised lips and the fire in his eyes as he spat and cursed and laughed at Lucifer, just for the sake of not giving in, no matter the cost, no matter the pain. He could handle it. Lucifer couldn't hurt him more than he had done that day when he left him.

chapter 2