To Rise Again [Closed to Chaotic Cam and Zeebat]
Lightning flashed, illuminating the small room and the woman inside of it. She was of medium build, with long ruby hair and a smile that could melt butter. Her name was Seraphina, and she bore the honor of a lifetime.
Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird...
She smiled as she turned towards the fire, a bundle was wrapped in her arms, and she set it down lovingly in the wooden crib in front of her. The child looked so peaceful and warm, perfectly happy as he cooed and reached out his little fingers for his mother. "Oh Samael, what beautiful plans our lord has for you...." she sighed, almost sounding exalted as she picked up the pillow that she'd been knitting earlier. It was warm, heavy, and embroidered with vines that snaked through out it. She had meant it as a gift. It was a gift.
And if that mockingbird don't sing...
Seraphina began to hum as she brought the pillow closer to her child, rocking the crib as it hovered over the little one's face. He was so cute, and while she had wanted to keep it, she knew there was a better purpose for one so young and empty.
Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring...
"Please, mother! Stop this madness!" Yelled a voice from the corner, where a young woman with equally vibrant hair sat, bound to her chair with ropes. Seriphina huffed in annoyance, but nothing would ruin this beautiful, beautiful day. The day their Lord rose and took back what was his, and gave all the promises he'd made to the witches long ago.....
And if that diamond ring is brass, mama's gonna buy you a looking glass...
The chant began, and as the pillow pressed down, the runes that had been carved around the crib began to glow. The child did not weep, nor cry, nor wail. It lay there, quite content to simply dream as the pressure grew, and it's breathing was replaced by another's. Latin continued to pour from Seraphina's lips like a prayer as she finally removed her hands, bent down, and looked her lord in the face. He was perfect. She kissed his forehead as his eyes opened, revealing a blackness that seemed unending.
"Welcome, my little prince. Soon the whole word shall be yours."
Hush little baby don't you cry, soon everyone on this Earth will die...
8 years had passed since that fateful night in May, and the household of Seraphina Hale had been completely transformed. No longer did she have a husband, no longer did she have her son, but instead the Dark Lord Lucifer himself. It was strange, raising the devil. She'd almost expected him to be a man inside of the boy's body, but no. In fact, sometimes Seraphina wondered if her son still lived when she watched Samael play with the other children. Well, she'd almost believe he was a regular child - if it wasn't for the sadistic pleasure he found when hurting said boys if they displeased him. Sometimes it was annoying when she found them bleeding out in the barn, sometimes missing a limb or two - but luckily she was a witch and a memory spell here and there became common. Most of the villagers nearby were under the assumption that bears kept attacking, as they lived near the woods.
Well, let them think what they'd think. In five months time they'd all be dead anyways. The Gates of Hell would open and Lucifer would free his fellow Fallen, then raze hell upon the sky as the final battle begun. Lucifer would remake this world into a land of freedom for the witches, where they would never have to hide again. That was his promise, and she could almost taste the sweet fruit it bore as the date loomed nearer.
"My Lord, I was wondering, regarding the matter of the first ritual -"
"Did I say you could speak, Beelzebub?"
"No, my Lord, I'm sorry, but -"
"Then hold your tongue!" The boy was lounging in a makeshift throne, carved from obsidian and decorated with gold vines and leaves. He raised his small hand, and suddenly Beelzebub was unable to speak, his tongue temporarily resting in Lucifer's own hand. He smirked. Idiot should know better.
"However, we do need to speak of such a thing. I have dithered in this place for too long, waiting until this vessel matured enough for me to call upon you all. I am tired of waiting. It is time we -" Suddenly a chill swept through the room, touching all those who had once set foot in the gates of Heaven. Samael frowned, exchanging a look with the only other Fallen in the room.
"Celestial," he breathed, trying not to show his worry. Did his father finally take interest in the affairs of Earth? Did his rising really invoke the wrath of God enough that he'd send down one of his warriors to fight him? Well, the more he thought about it, the more he was looking forward to it. The old fool could try to stop him, but this time? This time he would win the war.
He made a decision, then turned to one of his favorite witches. "Alora, go forth and investigate who has arrived. Bring them here by any means necessary, but do try subterfuge first this time?"
Alora smirked. "Yes, my lord, I shall return as soon as possible." The witch left, and Lucifer remained, hidden away in his mother's mansion near the woods. His rise would be quiet this time around, it had to be. He couldn't have anything disturbing his task. Soon, however, his quiet presence would make way for thunder, and a new Heaven, Hell, and Earth would arise. This time, ruled by him.