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Three Days.
That's how long it had been since he’d last seen someone. Since he’d last eaten.
Something deep down inside him said that he shouldn’t have killed one of the Demon King’s people, but he honestly didn’t care. Something about how good it had felt to be able to fight back drove away any doubts about how he shouldn’t have done so.
His mind constantly went back to the moment the demon had gotten too close. Pulling him against the bars and driving the makeshift knife into his neck had been easy. And he’d enjoyed it.
Lucifer remembered crying after everyone was gone, knowing he’d disappointed his father even more than when he’d… no. Those were memories best left alone. He cried until the blood on his hands dried there. When there had been no more tears to shed he had examined the dried blood, clenching his fists as he got used to the unique feeling. Normally the blood that stained him was his own.
This was different. This, this was a new feeling he’d never expected to feel. Someone else's blood on his hands.
And it felt good.
- - - - - - - - -
“Hey, wake up”
Someone nudged him with their boot, making him snap into consciousness. The fallen prince grabbed their leg and tugged, making the woman fall with a yelp. She fought back, but it wasn’t hard for Lucifer to pin her to the ground, using his height to his advantage against the thin girl.
Only when she stopped fighting him did Lucifer realise who she was.
“Meg”
He croaked out, his throat sore and parched.
“Hey Boss, wanna let me up?”
She drawled, staring up at him with a smirk.
He just stared at her, making Meg realise he wasn’t moving any time soon. Sighing, she spoke.
“Fine. I’ll just start talking, Crowley’s pissed. The reason you are still alive is a lot of the high up people like you. Azazel and Lilith are openly opposing his decision to kill you. So is Abbadon. However Crowley has a few people he might send to get rid of you quietly”
“Get me outta here”
“No fun. Ruby found someone. Seems strong. Her guess is that he’ll do”
The prince tilted his head, thinking.
“Tell Ruby to get him here soon”
“Will do. You gonna let me up now?”
Luce moved off of Meg, going to sit (collapse) up against the bars. Meg got to her feet, brushing off her clothes and running her fingers through her dark hair to get any dirt out.
“Fair warning, Crowley said something about chains if he doesn’t get to kill you”
Lucifer had gone back to ignoring Meg, just staring at the bloodstain on the ground. The demon sighed, knowing that she was getting no more conversation out of him. Snapping her fingers she appeared on the other side of the bars, arms crossed as she watched the pitiful excuse for a prince slide back into his darkest thoughts.
“Someone will be along with food soon, don’t die before then”
The fallen prince barely noticed her leaving, running over the memory of how it had felt to take a life. The stab, the blood, the panic in his victims eyes, the other demons pulling their man away from him, them beating him up as another tried to desperately save their friend.
Despite the pain he was in, the pain he had kept hidden from Meg, he felt strong. Powerful. Like someone who could take over the world.
And maybe he would.