"The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire"

Helen, the wife of the ruthless Devil of the Underworld wakes up on the floor, her body aching and throbbing from all the violence that has been inflicted upon it in the last hours. Sitting up and stretching out her body, she welcomes the healing inside her to do its thing and make her feel all right again. Wondering where her beloved husband has gone to, she stands up from the floor and fixes her dress, she's only wearing her corset and undergarments as she was in the middle of intimacy when he suddenly decided he wanted to kill her, then again she did release some forbidden information to him.

However, a wicked grin makes its way to her face as she realizes that the human girl who was once a threat to her is now dead and soon Helen will begin her reign as the rightful Queen of the Underworld. In her mind, the crown was always supposed to be hers. She is immortal, well almost. She can heal every fatal wound done to her body and she decides when she grows older or younger. She's a witch and magic always been apart of her, what makes it so that she has to have Hellfire in her veins to be able to rule the world?

Without even dressing herself, she opens the door and walks out, not even surprised of the dead guards that are there. When she first came there, guards weren't in the castle, as Lucifer never cared much for them. It makes her furious to think that he employed guards to keep that girl alive, though none of them did a very good job at it as she's dead. The very thought of that fire haired girl makes her want to strangle someone or mainly her, then again she's always been murderous when she comes back to life, the animal instinct inside her that takes over.

Feeling in the intense energy of her husband, she follows it through the castle until it leads her to him and his sister. Fighting. She's known the two of them for ten thousand years, and because of that she just watches, letting the siblings battle their feelings out. Though she does roll her eyes when she notices that her own husband, the Devil himself doesn't fight her, only dodges her hits and blows, while he taunts her, either he has a plan or he's an idiot and trying to get himself killed, without the actual dying part.

"Fight back!" Luna yells on top of her lungs, all of the anger inside her rushes to the surface all at once and letting it out on him is the only way she can do to free herself from her own anger. However, even when she screams, punches and kicks him, he doesn't fight her back, not matter how hard her hits are on him, he simply just doesn't fight her. With a powerful blow to the stomach, he doesn't even wince or show any sign of feeling the pain to her hit.

The feeling of exhaustion takes over her and the anger is too overwhelming and she falls down on her knees. Breathing heavily as the tears rush down her cheeks. On the floor she stays for a moment before her brother goes down on his knees and hugs her, both of them shocked of the action as Lucifer has never been known for hugs or showing any kindness to anyone, except for the girl that he doesn't seem to remember much about. Neither of them knowing that Helen watches this with widened eyes, and her jaw open, and even if they knew of her, they simply wouldn't care about it.

"My dearest Luna, forgive me for having to send you away, I had no choice but to imprison you, the world would have fallen if you had been successful. I am sorry for all the things I have done, but I am here now and I will not let you get sent back there again" He whispers in her ears, only for the crying girl to hear and her alone. He might not know it at the moment, but the influence of Arabella was much stronger than anyone knew, both of them without even realizing it made the same promise to her.

Luna doesn't speak, all her thoughts are about the girl that she believes will never come back to live again, and she's angry at her brother for not even grieving for that girl and she's angry at him for being cursed even when none of that is even his fault. "I forgive you" She softly whispers, her voice barely a whisper but he heard her. The siblings just hug each other in that hallway, which is full of dead guards and the wife of Lucifer standing there, not even believing her own eyes.

Not once in the time that she has known the two has she seen this, not once has he showed kindness or gentleness, not once has Luna been kind and not once has she seen them hug each other or anyone else for that matter, not once has she gotten this treatment from them. All she knew about them was their wickedness and cruelness and how ruthless they were. She had learned from experience that the world is cruel and a horrible place, yet seeing this makes her see that even the worst of the worst do have... love?

Walking back into the room, she sits on the bed and thinks of this whole thing. He has never been like this before and it was only a few days ago that he came into her cell, and he tortured her, like he had always done, however the second time he went to her cell, the more recent time, he let her out and wanted to be with her. She never understood why he was suddenly somewhat kind to her, in his own way of course, however she knows that there is something different about him. Not even dwelling on that fact or them anymore, she lies down on the bed, and she waits for her husband to come.

Maybe it was the thought or maybe it was the hug, but Luna felt at peace, not even knowing how. It has been thousands of years since she has felt peace in her heart, it could be because somehow she has forgiven her brother or it might be because she finally feels like she belongs somewhere. Forgiving him did give her the feeling of peace, yet she doesn't know if it's real or not, as it has been so long since she has felt this way.

"Sister, what am I doing?" Lucifer asks, his voice sounding different from when he has spoken before and it's filled with confusion. He lets go of her and looks around, noticing the guards dead of the ground and knows that she has used her powers. Luna gives him a confused look. "You're here, with me. You do not remember?" She asks, he had literally fought with her and then hugged her, she doesn't understand what is going on with him, then again she never does. He has always been one of a kind, and besides he can be strange at certain times.

He backs away, as a hurtful look is replaced on his face, the glowing red eyes filled with tears as the leak down. "She's... gone?" He asks, his voice trembling as the sadness and grief takes over him. Not even able to hold himself up, he stumbles a bit until he uses the wall to keep himself standing upright. That's when Luna realizes. His curse has been lifted. How? She doesn't know and frankly doesn't care, not now. Not when she has bigger things to worry about.

The love he holds for Arabella is strong and as soon as the curse broke, he felt her pain, he felt how the life had slipped away from her and he feels her dead, and growing colder and colder with every second passing. He feels like he is the one that has died instead of her, as the pain in his body is too much for him to handle. Luna is quick to wrap her arms around him and hug him, helping him let out his emotions, and grief for the girl that changed them both.

"Do you wish to see her?" Luna asks after a couple of minutes had passed. He had been looking into nothingness on the floor while he wept and cried for the love of his life, his Queen and his Arabella. He nods. He couldn't even find the words to speak as all he feels is the sadness. The pain in his heart takes over him and he feels it breaking, like a million swords have pierced into his flesh and deep into his heart. The soul ripped away from him, as he feels her death. The agony inside him is the worst he has ever been through.

Helping her brother stand up and supporting him with her own body, they slowly make their way to her bedroom, where the Queen lies in her death like state. Standing in front of the door he gulps, suddenly not feeling like he has the courage to face her death once more. The first time, he was angry, now he only feels pain. Perhaps because she became the Queen or perhaps because they bonded more than they had done, he doesn't know why but then again the thoughts of that don't matter right now.

"Do you want me to stay with you or wait here?" Luna asks, her tone barely above a whisper but as no one is around, he heard her. He looks into his sister's violet eyes. "I'll go alone" He answers, his own voice shaking and he had to force the words out of his mouth. Not once in his life has he felt this vulnerable and weak. He is the King of the Underworld, the Devil himself and he is the worst of the worst, whatever sins the humans have done, he's done a whole lot worse than that, his sins are the worst kinds.

Luna lets go of him and goes to the wall, slides her back on it until she's sitting on the ground. Finally noticing how horrible she really does look, her dress torn up, burned and even covered with blood. The more she stares at her dress, the more she sees that some of the blood, she might not know which is from the girl that lies on her bed. And she remembers what had happened just few hours before. The very thought of it brings tears to her eyes yet she refuses them to fall down, not wanting to cry any more than she has.

Her brother finally works up the courage to open the door and he walks in, leaving her out there on the floor, with dead guards all around the hallway, the dead guards that she killed and she doesn't even regret it. Murdering has always been the thing that she enjoys and she never regretted any of it, perhaps killing was in her blood, perhaps it was not, she doesn't know, yet she feels this impulse so murder those who wronged her, and have harmed the ones she cares for. Sighing, she wipes away a rogue tear that had fallen down from her eye.

Lucifer holds his breath as he makes his way over to the bed, the girl lying there is so pale in his eyes, even if her fair skin had always looked pale due to lack of sunlight in her life, as she most of the time spent her time inside the house. A soft smile makes its way to his face as he remembers how she used to long to be outside and play, yet sometimes was not allowed and she would find away on her own. He remembers how good it felt to watch over her as a child, and how he had the chance to see her turn from a baby to a girl.

Going towards her, he sits down on the bed and looks at her. Even now she looks like the most beautiful girl he has ever seen in his life and coming from the man that has been alive to see the human race being created, it says a lot. She will always be the most beautiful girl in his heart and mind, and no one can replace her, not now or ever. Her hand is as cold as ice and even the fire in his veins is not enough to warm her.

"My love, forgive me for all I have done to you. The world took you away from me too soon and I pray you have found a place in my father's kingdom and not come back here again. For humans the Underworld is a terrible place and I would never force that fate upon you" He whispers to her, he doesn't even know if she will be able to hear him. Perhaps he's speaking those words to himself, perhaps she is there in spirit. He doesn't know, but having the words said out loud is everything.

His other hand gently touches her cheek and caressing it, her skin softer than silk and the once slightly pink cheeks have turned cold and pale like the rest of her. She does look peaceful, like she's simply sleeping and not dead. "Your death will forever haunt me and we might not have had much time together, I must tell you I do love you with my whole heart" He speaks again. As he lets his tears fall, one of the tears falls gracefully on her other cheek and rolls down her cheek and to the necklace around her neck.

While he wasn't looking, the red stone begins to glow brighter than it had done before and if listened closely, it started beating. Signaling the beating heart of the girl, and proof that she is in fact still alive. Which always creates a question, was she ever dead to begin with? She might look as if she's dead and her body might be trapped in a death like state, yet that doesn't answer the question, her soul still lives inside the necklace and the immortal soul and the magic inside her does keep her alive.

It wasn't until his eyes see the glowing stone that he lets go of her and backs away, yet as soon as his contact with her goes away the glow goes away with him. The sadness on his face has been replaced by a puzzled look. Slowly he walks again to her and softly touches her hand, the necklace glows again, and that's when he figures it out. He has solved it all and the smile on his face says it all. His other hands touches her palm as he continues to smile. The tears of joy leak from the growing red eyes in the King as he notices the color slowly return to his love.

A heartbeat. A faint one, yet he feels it. A heartbeat coming from her as her blood is starting to make its presence known and heating up her body. The wound on her stomach completely healed, as if it was never there at all or ever, no scarring or a wound left. The only visible sign that there was ever a wound there is the blood that had soaked up into her dress, however as her dress is red, it's impossible to see the blood.

He watches with worry as she's slowly but surly coming back to life, but he worries because she has not taken a breath. Her lungs are not moving and she is not breathing. Her body is coming back to life, yet she won't be alive for much longer if she doesn't breathe soon. He knows that the human body can't hold their breath for too long and every second is torture of him as he stares at her, waiting for her to breath or even make the slightest movement. Not once has she moves, or flinched or shown any signs that her mind is alive.

Her body might be coming back to live, yet that doesn't mean that her mind is. He prays that she will wake from her own mind soon because if she doesn't begin to move or breathe he will lose faith that she will ever come back to life. He doesn't want only her body to be alive, he wants her. Her eyes that he can't get enough of looking into, her laugh is a soft melody and her wise words and her kindness when she speaks, her kiss when his lips touch hers.

A kiss. That does give him an idea. The humans have always believed in true love and write songs and stories about it, and how love always wins in the end. The love he holds for her is unconditional and he hopes it is enough to save her now. Knowing that she does love him, she might not have said it and he might not have really said it to her, the love both of them have is known in their mind and that love will save them and get them through everything that they face, yet he can't help but think that it is so strange how love could bring her back.

Yet, if that is what it takes to bring the girl he loves back to the world of living, which is the world of the dead, yet not for her, he will do it. The King of the Underworld would let Hell freeze over just to save her and keep her safe, she is his everything and nothing and no one can take her away from him, even if he has keep her by his side at all times as it seems she's always dying when he is not there and he does not want her dying again.

Giving it a try, he goes over to her and looks at her face. Her cheeks are turning back into the slightly pink shade that they once were and her lips are turning more red, the natural red in them. Slowly he kisses her soft lips. With just his kiss, he gives her some of his life force. Breaking the kiss, he looks at her face. Just to see that she's still not breathing or moving. Yet, he did try it. As he was about to walk away, he hears her let out a gasp as she begins to breathe. The Queen of the Underworld has awakened from her death state. Her eyes widen open and the life has returned to them. A smile on her lips as her eyes meet the glowing red eyes of the King.