Lucifer was pinching the bridge of his nose, mumbling profanities under his breath that would make the pope burst out in tears and cry to his mommy. Celestia and Luna were by his side, staring at him with worry before facing the six angels standing before them. Two piles of white dust on each of Lucifer's sides showed where his summoned demons were once standing.

"I told you we should have visited him one by one," one of the angels whispered quite loudly into the ear of a familiar looking face.

Michael snorted, putting some space between himself and his comrade before glaring at Lucifer.

"Would you stop using The Lord's name in vain, Lucifer?!" Michael growled.

Lucifer immediately snapped his head up. If looks could kill, the entire throne room would have been burned to nothing but ashes.

"You've got some nerve showing up here again after your defeat last time, Michael," Lucifer all but spat at his former comrade. "Why have you come here, worm? Came to finish the job?" Lucifer assumed a fighting position. "Well come on then! I haven't got all night!"

"Why you little-" Michael was interrupted when a hand landed on his shoulder. He craned his neck towards the angel that put his hand on Michael's shoulder before sighing, stepping back.

The angel flashed a small, grateful smile towards Michael. Michael scoffed and turned his head away. The angel smiled and shook his head weakly, already accustomed to Michael's antics, before stepping forward.

"Peace, Lucifer. We did not come here to fight you," he said. The angel then faced Celestia and Luna, bowing his head slightly. "Greetings, Princess Celestia, Princess Luna. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Gabriel, a pleasure."

The princesses exchanged confused looks before focusing their gazes on Gabriel. He, much like the others, had a pair of wings. His were brown that turned slightly lighter at their tips. His body was clothed with what appeared to be a decorated, golden tunic and golden sandals. Gabriel's hair was pulled backwards into a braid. Much like Lucifer, Gabriel was also quite pale.

Gabriel stepped back, allowing another angel to take place.

"It is a pleasure making your acquaintance. My name is Uriel." Uriel bowed his head as well. He had dark blue wings that turned into a soft green at the tips. His tunic was greenish yellow in color with his golden sandals. A red silky sheet was loosely wrapped around his form. Uriel's hair was black and smooth, spilling on the front of his shoulders, framing his face.

Uriel returned to the line of angels as another one stepped forward.

"Blessings be upon you, princesses. My name is Cassiel." Cassiel's attire was a striking contrast compared to the others. His tunic and sandals were purely silver, with a similar red sheet wrapped around his body. His hair, also silvery, was smooth and silky, even more silky than Lucifer. His wings were dark gray up until the joints, and then faded into a lighter shade of gray at the tips.

Before Cassiel had the chance to step back, another angel –the same one that hugged Lucifer- stepped forward and shoved Cassiel out of the way. Despite that, Cassiel merely shook his head in disapproval at his comrade's antics.

The angel smiled brightly before introducing himself. "Heya! Name's Azrael!" The ecstatic angel was probably the most unique looking out of the six angels. His skin was bluish gray, his raven black hair was short and combed backwards, and his wings were dark blue. Instead of the formal tunics that his comrades wore, Azrael's attire was mostly sheets of dark blue and black with only a decorative bronze breastplate.

The next angel in line walked right up to the princesses and knelt down, taking Celestia's hoof in his hand and gave it a gentle peck. "It is an honor to be in the presence of such radiant and beautiful beings such as you." The angel stood up and smiled brightly at Celestia and Luna, the former blushed brightly. "I am Raphael, it's pleasure to meet you."

Raphael's skin –unlike his comrades- was tan rather than pale. His chestnut, wavy brown hair was also quite shorter, only reaching to his shoulders. He wore a light blue tunic with gold trimmings and sheet of magenta wrapped around his torso. His wings had a creamy color to them that almost appeared white.

Raphael stepped back to join with the others. Only one angel was left unintroduced.

"Lucifer," Michael said.

"Michael," Lucifer replied. "To what do we owe the displeasure?" he inquired, his voice dripped with venom and malice.

Michael sneered and averted his gaze from Lucifer, keeping his silence.

Trying to relieve some of the tension, Gabriel stepped forward. "We were told by The Lord to be here."

Lucifer raised his brow. Luna could feel power building inside of him. His muscles tensed. "Oh? So He did order you to take me down, didn't He?"

Gabriel shook his head. "No.His Holiness was very specific that no harm shall come to you by any of us. He wants to gain your trust back."

Lucifer's muscles relaxed, but his power was still ready to obliterate anything in his path, should the need arise. "You don't understand, do you," Lucifer started. "My faith in Him died the moment He branded me a traitor. Nothing can mend that. He sent you on a fool's errand."

Gabriel sighed, looking over at the others before facing Lucifer again. "I understand your distrust in Him, Lucifer. But please, do not release that anger on us. We were merely following orders. You know we cannot defy His wishes."

Lucifer scoffed, throwing his hand in a dismissive gesture. "My history and actions proves your statement wrong."

"You chose your path. We chose ours. There is no reason why we cannot live together in peace and harmony."

Lucifer took a single step back, his hand subconsciously starting to caress Luna. The night princess looked worryingly at her lover. She could practically hear the gears turning in his head.

"Morningstar? Honey? Maybe we should discuss things in the morning, when we are all refreshed and cool-headed."

Luna's offer was tempting. Dealing with his former brothers-in-arms is way too taxing this late in the night. Memories of times long since passed started flooding Lucifer. Each of the archangels before him was like a brother. To have such a strong bond shatter has cut Lucifer deeper than any weapon. Finally, Lucifer sighed and turned to face Luna so the princess could see just how tired Lucifer was. It was not a simple fatigue that came with a lack of proper rest. It was an ancient weariness, one that comes with eternal life. It was a burden that Luna knew all too well.

Instead of answering with words, Lucifer embraced Luna in a tight hug, capturing her lips with his in a gentle embrace of caring and tenderness. Luna let herself be swept in the moment before realizing that she was pretty much making out with her special someone in front of her sister and six other strangers. She broke the kiss, still in Lucifer's embrace, and giggled bashfully.

"Maybe we should continue this in the privacy of our bedroom?" she offered, looking around, seeing Celestia's smirk. Even Azrael had to suppress a snicker of his own.

Celestia shook her head slightly, still smiling, before facing the other archangels. "Perhaps it would be best if we discuss your arrival here tomorrow over breakfast. I will have the maids prepare each of you a room for the time being. I hope that it is acceptable."

"Archangels do not require sleep. Or food for that matter," Michael said, sounding as condescending as Lucifer remembered him back when he was still under God's employ. Gabriel thrust his elbow straight into Michael's ribs, causing him to flinch. Michael was about to retort but a single glare from Gabriel made him reconsider his words.

Eventually, Michael sighed and faced Celestia. "We would be eternally grateful, your highness," he said, bowing ever so slightly.

Lucifer smirked. He feared that when he fell from grace, there would be no one to keep tabs on Michael, but it appeared that Gabriel was handling things even better than Lucifer ever did. Michael was always too condescending, and Lucifer was usually the one who put him in his place. It was good to know that Gabriel 'inherited' Michael's leash from Lucifer when the latter fell from grace.

Smiling brightly, Celestia turned around and gestured everyone to follow her. On her way, Celestia ordered a maid to prepare six rooms for her guests. By the time all nine reached the living area of the castle, all six rooms were ready.

After everyone said their goodnights, each went to his or her room.

Lucifer followed Luna into their shared bedroom and promptly collapsed on their bed. "I bet God is laughing his ass off right now," he muttered, rubbing the side of his head with one hand.

"Relax, Morningstar. Keeping so much anger inside you is not healthy, you should know." Luna adopted a forlorn expression as she thought back to the time she was still Nightmare Moon. It was the darkest part of her life, now, and probably forever. Luna did not want to see her lover succumb to the same feelings that corrupted her.

Lucifer's expression softened as he rose from his bed to a sitting position and patted the spot beside him. Luna quickly hopped on the bed and nuzzled Lucifer's side as he did the same.

"You're right, love. It's not healthy keeping these emotions inside but so does one's past failures. What you were in the past does not dictate what you are now. You regretted your mistakes, and you tried your hardest to fix them. You are a wonderful mare, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

Luna smiled. She knew that she should not feel guilty for what she did so many years ago, but the feeling just simply would not go away. She felt so lucky to have Lucifer to be her anchor. It was quite funny, considering she was his anchor for such a long time.

Luna's smile turned less innocent as she used her magic to push Lucifer on his back. Before he could even voice his surprise, he found two pair of soft lips slam into his, Luna's form straddled his as the kiss turned more and more needy as time progressed. By the time Luna broke the kiss, the two panted heavily and their eyes shone with want of each other.

Luna yelped when she felt Lucifer's arm wrap around her and bring her down on the mattress. Lucifer bent down until his warm breath tickled Luna's ear.

"I will make you scream so hard that the entire city will know of our love," he whispered.

Luna could feel a certain part of her getting quite damp as Lucifer started to work on her body in ways she had never thought were possible.

Michael sighed in relief as the constant moans and shouts finally ceased. They started almost as soon as Michael's head hit the pillow, and had been continuing for the better part of the night. Frustrated and with nothing better to do, Michael rose from the bed and walked through the doors leading out to a balcony overlooking the land.

Even Michael had to admit that the view was breathtaking. Everything from the distant snow-capped mountains in the horizon to the star-filled skies was simply stunning. For the first time since his arrival, Michael found himself smiling.

This smile, however, vanished almost instantly when he felt something behind him.

"I know you are there. There is no need to hide," Michael called.

Lucifer emerged from the shadows, glaring at Michael. "I did not attempt to hide. In fact, I came here to talk."

Michael raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You certainly did not seem very talkative earlier today."

Lucifer squinted his eyes but otherwise remained still. "Listen very carefully Michael, because I will only say it once: Stay. Away. From Luna. If you touch her, if a single strand of hair drops from her mane-" Lucifer's left arm suddenly turned black and crooked, supporting nasty looking claws. "-I will show you hell that you wouldn't believe."

Michael did not utter a single word, instead opting to stare at Lucifer's arm. He swallowed hard before looking up at Lucifer's eyes. His gray orbs promised pain and suffering.

"Do I make myself clear?" Lucifer whispered harshly. Michael nodded. "Good. And remember, the others might get me in a fight but not before I turn your head into a fucking canoe."

And with that said, Lucifer was swallowed by the darkness, leaving Michael alone once again.

Author's Notes:

The archangels' concept art-