[Detroit!AU: the first to come was a fair maid]

[stilljustandrew]

Jonathan's vision was pretty well unmistakable. Gabriel's in danger, and doesn't know it -- or at least doesn't know the specifics.

That would be enough on its own, even if Andrew didn't more or less owe him his life.



Gabriel's nowhere to be seen at Milliways, and no one seems to have run into him in the past couple of days. Well, and that's normal enough; there's no reason he'd be here all the time, and plenty of reason to make himself scarce, all things considered. Maybe he's just back home.

Please just let this not be too late.

Andrew writes out a note at the bar giving Jonathan's vision in as much detail as he can, folds it carefully in quarters, and writes "The Trickster (G.)" on the outside.

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[gavemea_45]

His gaze sharpens, focusing on Andrew's lips, and Lucifer smiles.

"What in me is dark
Illumin," he murmurs, joining in with the silent recitation.

"what is low raise and support..."

He laughs, then reaches down, putting his other hand under Andrew's arm, and begins to lift him to his feet.

[stilljustandrew]

His recitation falters when he hears Lucifer's voice.

Only for a moment, before he squeezes his eyes shut tighter and continues, slightly louder.

"That to the height of this great argument
I may assert Eternal Providence..."

[gavemea_45]

"And justifie the wayes of God to men," he concludes.

Lucifer's laughter this time is slightly louder, echoing around the room, and both amused and strangely joyous.

"Is that really what you would desire to do, Andrew Wells?"

[stilljustandrew]

Andrew opens his eyes.

And smiles, shaky and fearful and defiant.

"The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n."

[gavemea_45]

This time he throws back his head and gives himself over to delighted laughter, full-throated and strong.

"I understand what Sam sees in you."

[stilljustandrew]

"So spake th' Apostate Angel, though in pain," Andrew manages raggedly, "Vaunting aloud, but -- but racked with deep despair."

[gavemea_45]

"Milton always did have a tendency to view things through the lens of his own desire," he muses. "However--"

"--and reassembling our afflicted powers,
consult how we may henceforth most offend our enemy..."

A beat, and his smile brightens, brightens, as he allows power to whisper forth, limning his figure with a soft, glorious light that flows in a wave down his hand to Andrew's head... and begins to spread over him, as well.

"That much he got right," Lucifer tells him. "I have 'consulted' indeed."

[stilljustandrew]

The line that goes through Andrew's head, swift and terrified, is The light is taking me apart.

He draws in breath that feels charged with that glow, and struggles to raise his voice.

"If thou beest he; But O how fall'n! how chang'd
From him, who in the happy Realms of Light
Cloth'd with transcendent brightness didst out-shine
Myriads though bright --"

[gavemea_45]

"Not all that changed," he murmurs, still smiling. "But the transcendent brightness part, that I'll grant--"

The light around him brightens, and a low, near-electric hum begins to crackle through the air around them as the purely-mortal is subsumed beneath the angelic.

Something moves at his back, flutters even, preparatory to an unfolding.

[stilljustandrew]

Andrew shuts his eyes again.

"-- what though the field be lost?
All is not lost; the unconquerable Will,
And courage never to submit or yield --"

[gavemea_45]

"And what is else not to be overcome?" he finishes, as great wings burst forth.

One beat, another, and feathered pinions arch and curve forward in curtains of power, enfolding Andrew amid impossibly shining brilliance.

"Since through experience of this great event," Lucifer murmurs, his voice a soft susurrus in Andrew's ear, the sound and his touch the only stable things left in the world around him at this moment, "we may with more successful hope resolve ..."

A single breath's pause.

"Andrew Wells. Accept that this is what you are meant to do. It always has been. You have been marked for impossible greatness."

He smiles, radiant and glorious.

"Fear not."

[stilljustandrew]

No. Fear. Be very afeard.



His fear is real, and solid, and something to hold on to.

Stop pretending you don't want me to be afraid of you.

[gavemea_45]

The touch of his hand on Andrew's arm vanishes, only to be replaced by a light, pointed tap on both eyelids.

"Look at me, Andrew."

A hint of implacable sternness underlies his tone in clear warning.

[stilljustandrew]

"I --"

Can't, he bites back.

[gavemea_45]

"Yes, you can," he counters, sharply, even though Andrew hadn't finished the sentence aloud.

"Now look at me--"

[stilljustandrew]

No. No. No.

He breathes in a shaky gasp to say the word aloud --

-- and blinks, eyes opening involuntarily.

[gavemea_45]

It's very likely almost like looking at a photo-flash in reverse.

There in the center of the brilliance that whites out the rest of the room, the impossibly-glorious figure of Lucifer Morningstar is nevertheless perfectly clear to Andrew's sight.

And as Andrew's eyes open, he smiles.

"I told you."

[stilljustandrew]

He can't close his eyes.

He almost can't want to close his eyes, before that terrible beauty.





Very, very distantly, he's aware that his knees are starting to give way again.

[gavemea_45]

His grip loosens giving the impression that Lucifer's fingers are threading gently through Andrew's hair even as the gleaming feathers of his sheltering wings brush against his back, his arms.

"Fear not," he says again. "You are here, and I am with you."

A beat.

"I will not lie to you, Andrew Wells. This is not like before, with the creature that took the form of your friend Warren. Doubt it not: this is your second chance."

[stilljustandrew]

"Second ch --"

He can't finish the word; all the breath's gone out of him.

[gavemea_45]

"Indeed."

Brightness is all around them; brightness is in his voice now as well, the hard shining light of sharp slicing steel as he says,

"War is coming. That cannot be changed; in fact, it has already begun. If it grinds onward, slowly, then by the time it ends, there may well be nothing of humanity left upon the face of this dead world but ash and bone."

Cold certainty rings in each word, not unlike the tolling of a death knell.

"But it doesn't have to end like that. Not if it ends quickly."

His gaze meets Andrew's, locks and holds.

"That which called itself the First Evil sought to deceive and manipulate you, to use you unknowing. I offer you a choice, and a place beside me where with your talents you can do that which no other can. Help me end this war, Andrew. Before it's too late."

[stilljustandrew]

We're not on the same side.

He fought.




Andrew takes what feels like the deepest breath of his life, pulling the air in and in and in until his lungs can't expand any further.

And then lets most of it out again, because it's far more than he needs to say the one small syllable.

"No."

[gavemea_45]

Everything around them goes utterly, absolutely still.

Lucifer studies him.

"You're as stubborn as Sam Winchester was," he marvels.

Silence again, and then slowly, very slowly, he smiles.

"But he said yes to me. And you will, too."

A beat.

"Think about that for a bit, why don't you?"

The light dies around him and his wings vanish in a rush of displaced air in the same moment. Lucifer lets go of Andrew completely and turns away, calling out in a voice like a whip-crack,

"Meg!"

[stilljustandrew]

Andrew staggers and nearly falls, stumbling a few steps back to keep his balance; he stays there, half bent forward and breathing hard like he's run a race.

Stubborn as Sam Winchester was.

He's not. He knows he's not. But he can try to be.

And he doesn't for a moment think that he'll be able to hold out where Sam didn't. Not forever. Not for good. And chances are pretty low that anybody's going to be able (or, let's face facts, willing to take the risk) to come and rescue him. Lucifer's right: he's going to say yes eventually.

So all there is ... is to see how long he can make it take.



Andrew straightens as best he can, and waits for Meg to appear.

[mynamesnotmeg]

It's a matter of seconds, and not many of them, before the door to the hall bursts open.

She doesn't even bother glancing at Andrew; her focus is all for Lucifer.

"You called for me?"