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With a slight groan you returned to consciousness.
What the fuck had happened?
Oh yeah right… You had been outside for a moment…
Then those men had come… you fought until one of those assholes had plunged a needle into your arm… and after that there was nothing.
Cautiously you opened your eyes, taking in the situation.
Your hands were bound together with duct tape behind the pole you were leaning against, while your feet were tied tightly with rope. You wondered why it was duct tape. It was easier to escape from that than a rope.
Then you noticed a man out of the corner of your eye.
He was tall, had broad shoulders and was muscled. You saw part of a circle peak out from under the sleeve of his shirt. Light brown hair was accompanied by startling blue eyes.
He may be what many would call sexy, but for you he wasn’t too appealing – he had nothing on Lucifer.
Even so – that man gave you the creeps with his presence alone. He may have been trying to look nice, but he definitely wasn’t.
What exactly was it about him that was so strange?
“Finally awake are we?”
His voice was charismatic, but there was a carefully hidden edge to it. He stepped into your field of vision.
You gave him a glance over, before raising an eyebrow and replying. “Obviously.”
He chuckled.
You glared.
“Sorry to interrupt your fun minute, but who the fuck are you?” Your voice was oozing with sarcasm.
“Ah yes, not that it’ll be important for you later anyway. I am the Sinnerman.”
You mentally groaned. You’ve got to be kidding me.
“Sinnerman? Like some kind of cheap version of the devil?”
“Exactly,” he grinned and leaned nearer. “And you know him.”
You rolled your eyes. “Lucifer may be named like the devil but that doesn’t make him the real one.”
If anything, your response only seemed to make him smile wider.
“No need to keep up pretences with me, darling. I know exactly who Lucifer Morningstar is. I’ve been tracking him ever since he first stepped foot on earth.”
How? How could this man know about that? And how could he have been able to track Lucifer that long? After all, you knew that Lucifer had left hell numerous times – and that all over different periods of time.
“That, my dear, is impossible,” you said in disbelief.
“Oh but it is. Imagine this. A family of four, one brother always favoured, the other left in the shadows. Over the years that grows frustration. So much frustration. And then, one night… One of them gets killed and the other is cursed to walk earth forever. Only because he was angry at being ignored.”
Realisation hit.
Your expression must have betrayed you, because he looked very satisfied.
“Figured it out, hm? Yes, the name’s Cain. World’s first murderer.” His voice was bitter as he said that.
“Ok I’ll bite,” you said slightly annoyed. “What’s Lucifer got to do with all this?”
“Now, what would make you think that?”
“Oh please,” you raised an eyebrow.
“Alright take away my fun,” he grumbled before cheerfully continuing. “So, I am cursed with this immortality, and I decided that someone has to pay for it.”
“It’s not Lucifer’s fault that you’re immortal now.”
“No, but seeing how his dear father isn’t available now and he is the only one of his siblings that frequents on earth…” he shrugged.
“And then I wondered how I could get my hands on the devil. He was here now permanently, settling down in L.A. and opening a club. But he was still too slippery to get captured. Imagine my surprise when I got word that Lucifer Morningstar got himself a cute little partner. And that’s how I knew. If I wasn’t able to get to the devil himself, then I was going to hit him where it hurt most – and that, my dear, is where you come in. Because he is quite in love with you, you see?”
He grinned at you, waiting for any reaction from your side.
You glared venomously at him.
“Go to hell,” you spat.
“You’re a feisty one, I can see why he likes you,” he chuckled.
“And I’m afraid that’s not possible. Immortality, remember? Besides-“ he stopped for a moment. “You know, never mind.”
“Anyway,” he grinned, pulling out a needle. “on with my plan. I've got things to do.”
With that he plunged it into your arm. You grunted at the force, glaring at him as he withdrew.
He was about to say something, when he was interrupted by someone walking in.
A balding guy with a lined face and grim expression.
“Boss, they’ve left.”
Cain turned to him. “Wonderful. Send the message. It’ll arrive there in time.”
The other man nodded and left.
Cain looked back at you. “Well, I’d love to stay and talk, but… well, there’s things to do. See you around, little birdie.”
He walked to the door whistling and shut it after him with a blow.
(Outside the room he told his trusted people to pack up and go, telling a few unimportant underlings to stay and make sure you didn’t escape. If you did – well they could do whatever they wanted. He was, in fact, expecting you to escape.)
What the hell had that man just injected into you? The spot stung a bit, but except for that you felt fine.
Ah shit. That all didn’t bode well.
Why the hell did you always end up in situations like this? It was almost like you were a trouble magnet.
You leant back with a sigh, closing your eyes.
And how did Cain know about that name? Had he been behind that stunt back in New York? Had he been helping? Or did he just have the connections to find out?
Your mind was racing. Fuck. You sighed again.
It was no use to think about all that now anyway. But what had been that shit he’d injected into you? You hadn’t recognized the liquid.
Had it been poison? You had wracked your mind for any clear liquid poisons, but had come up with nothing. So maybe it wasn’t?
Cain probably only did it to frighten you. You didn’t think that this was going to be it.
The big one likely was yet to come. He was only doing this to send Lucifer a message.
To show what he could do.
Yes. That seemed to be right. What if it was poison though, one that had slipped your mind?
Whatever it was, you needed to get out of here. But first, you would need a bit of time recuperate.
And then, you would get out, get back to your Devil.
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You startled awake, looking around for whatever it was that woke you.
There was nothing. Except for the fact that it was now dark outside.
But there was… something in the air.
A kind of suspense. You could feel it – with every fibre of your being.
Your eyes hardened.
You didn’t know if you were going to make it out of here – though you certainly intended to. But if you were going down, then you were going to take as many of those bastards with you as you could. First you needed to get out of these restraints.
Rubbing your wrists against the pole behind your back furiously, you generated enough heat after a few minutes – even though it made your arms hurt. Now you just had to try and- snap the duct tape. Good.
The strain from the warmth and your pulling your wrists apart had done their job and separated the tape. Hastily you removed the remains and turned to get open the knot of the rope.
After taking a moment to calm down and get it over quick, you fiddled around with it. Still took you a bit of time.
Finally. You stretched your aching muscles.
Then you took a good look around the room. Wasn’t much in it besides yourself and a few unused old pipes lying in a heap in a dark corner.
Hm.
That could help.
You took one of them and swung it a few times in the air.
Yes. This could work.
You opened the door as quietly as possible, but still couldn’t stop the creaking of the hinges. It was open wide enough for you to slip through after checking nobody noticed this.
It was an hallway in front of you.
You followed it, pressing yourself against the wall and gripping the pipe tighter the second you heard a door opening.
“Just gonna check on our prisoner.”
Laughter followed, and after that silence as the door shut. The steps were coming nearer.
You took an anticipating breath. He almost didn’t notice you.
He opened his mouth, but before he could get a sound out you had brought the pipe down on his head with a mighty swing, leaving the man crumbling into a boneless heap on the ground.
Waiting for a moment, you listened for any sign that the others had noticed.
Seemingly not.
Letting out a small sigh of relief you bent down, searching the man for any weapon you could use.
A gun was inside the jacket and you found two knives hidden in his boots. Five bullets were in the magazine. Perfect.
You continued on, stopping in front of the room the guy had come from. It had a rectangular glass plate, just long enough to look through.
Carefully you craned you head, eyes sweeping around the room. Three men inside. Two with their back to the door, one facing it.
A plan was what you needed.
You took a steadying breath and opened the door, shooting the one looking at you the second the way was clear. Using the shock of the other two you jumped behind the left one, using him for cover as the right one shot at your direction.
It hit the man in the chest, his weight pulling you down. You let go, while taking your own shot at the one opposing you. It hit him in the head.
That must’ve attracted some attention.
You got out of the room and jogged along the way until you came to a pair of double doors.
You opened them, only to see that there were a few men closing in on the door. At that moment you wished you hadn’t left the pipe after downing the first.
Concentrate, you told yourself.
They didn’t seem to have guns on them, otherwise they wouldn’t be running towards you with their fists raised.
You ducked the first swing, but were unable to dodge the second one landing in your stomach. You doubled over but grit your teeth.
Fine then. You threw a punch at the first one, hitting him in the nose.
Using your momentum from the swing, you kicked the second guy in the chest.
You jumped on the third one, pulling one of the knives. You sliced his throat, grimacing at the bloody deed. You grabbed the other knife and threw it at the second one.
It got stuck in the side of his neck and he went down.
Your moment of distraction was used by the first one. The punch at your temple let you see stars and you staggered. Instead of trying to hit him, you let yourself fall to the ground.
You pushed yourself up as fsat as possible.
Using the knife still in your possession, you avoided the next punch and rammed it into his chest. Then you hit his temple with the gun. Hard.
Out like a light.
You collected the other knife and then had to duck. Another three came towards you, this time they had guns.
Dammit.
You looked around frantically for an escape.
There.
Stairs.
The only way was up.
Ducking again you sprinted for them. Taking a shot at the men.
Hit.
Another one.
Miss.
Duck again.
That was close.
Too close. The bullet had grazed your arm.
You reached the stairs and ran up.
On the platform you took a moment for another shot. Hit.
Ok you needed to get away.
The last one had reached the bottom of the stairs too. You took off again, taking the turns of the way while trying to avoid any of the other shots the man fired.
It only went up, up, up and you could feel the adrenaline slowly fading.
Breaking through the old door at the top of the stairs you bent over to catch your breath.
You let your eyes stray around the flat roof for anything that might be of use.
That might work.
You stepped away to the edge, waiting for your… final problem to arrive.
With any luck he would be to focused on you then anything else.
A sharp pain in your abdomen made you look down.
Blood.
You blinked owlishly. When did you get hit there?
You hadn’t noticed, thought you had avoided all bullets. Whatever. You were almost out and with a very big stroke of luck you’d survive what you were about to do.
However, you felt as if whatever was in the air, was at its peak.
Made you kind of queasy.
You turned back to the door in time to see him walk out. Not looking at anything but you. Perfect.
“It’s over for you. What ya gonna do now, hm?” he ground out. “Killing my friends didn’t bring you anything. You’re still gonna die.”
“I know,” you replied very calm, which unnerved the man. But your grin after that was more worrying. “I’m going to take you with me though.”
He scoffed arrogantly. “Oh yeah? Gonna shoot me with that gun your holding there? Gonna take the chance that you’re going to be faster than me? Look at you. Look at me. Who’s gonna have the better chance? Definitely not you.”
You were still smiling, and that was making him skittish.
“Look at you. Look at me,” you mocked him, grin getting wider. “Bet you didn’t expect this.”
“Expect what?” he was looking disturbed.
“This,” you said and trained the gun in your hand at the few gas containers a few feet behind him.
“What-“ the man turned around as you let the bullet fly.
How useful 10% gas could be, you thought, throwing the gun aside and taking a leap of the building. In hopes of maybe making it across the street to the next part of the facility.
As you went over the edge you felt the heat of the explosion burn your back.
Ok so maybe you had miscalculated – mind to mudded from the adrenaline and bloodloss.
This was never going to work out.
You weren’t going to survive the fall – you had been to high up.
Tears burned in the corners of your eyes as you accepted you fate. You just wished you could have seen Lucifer one last time.
The wind was rushing past you and a smile formed on your lips. At least it felt like you were flying. Soon.
Your fall was broken by a warm body colliding with yours, plucking you out of the air at two dozen feet.
Strong arms settled around you, holding you close as the person they belonged to carefully settled on the ground.
“Lucifer,” you smiled.
“y/n," he whispered, looking at you with worried eyes.
You noticed his wings were out. He must have flown here.
Of course he did. Why else would he have them out?
Suddenly you were on the ground. When did you get there?
Lucifer.
You heard his voice, but couldn’t make out what he was saying. You looked at him confused and watched as a frown etched itself on his features.
The ringing in your ears receded and you could finally hear that beautiful voice of his. “-hear me?”
“Yeah I can hear you.” Your voice sounded weak to your own ears.
You looked down at your stomach. The blood stain was quite big already and it didn’t stop growing.
Lucifer’s gaze had followed yours. Dread filled his eyes.
He moved to press his hands against the wound. You stopped him.
“Don’t,” you said softly. “I’ve lost to much blood already.”
He stared back helplessly into your eyes. “But I can’t lose you. I just can’t.”
“And you won’t,” you mumbled. “Because I’ll always be there. In here.”
You put your hand above his heart, leaving a bloody handprint on his stark white shirt.
“It won’t stop the hurt.” He sounded pained.
“I know,” you whispered, “but it will get easier, with time.”
Lucifer just nodded teary eyed and leaned closer to you.
You opened you mouth, wanting to tell him-
White hot pain shot through your body. You felt like you were burning.
Lucifer grabbed your arms, trying to steady you and stop you from hurting yourself. He succeeded for the most part - you still twisted in his grip.
The searing feeling finally receded after a few minutes.
You breathed heavily while Lucifer spoke calmingly to you.
“Shit…” you heaved out.
Lucifer caught something in your eyes. “What do you know, darling?”
"Sinnerman's identity," you gave him a small grin.
“Who is it?”
“Cain.”
Lucifer froze at that. How? He would find that man and crush him- not yet.
You were more important. He stored that information for later use though.
“Lucifer.” You needed to do it now, else you would never do it.
“Yes?”
“Forgive me please,” you croaked. “Forgive me.”
“Forgive you what, darling?” he urged.
“Forgive me… for not saying this sooner,” you avoided his eyes.
He wasn’t about to let you though, and put a hand under your chin, forcing you to look up to him. There was nothing but patience, concern and love in his eyes.
Your last restraints crumbled.
“I love you, Lucifer.”
He stared at you in shock, eyes wide. “I-“
He was cut off by another groan of you, the pain becoming unbearable again.
Lucifer cradled you in his arms. “I love you too, y/n.”
The tightening of your hand around his arm told him that you heard him.
You grit your teeth.
“Hold me please, just hold me until this all is over,” you whispered. He nodded, tightening his grip around you.
Lucifer knew he wouldn’t be able to handle your loss very well, but he shoved that thought to the back of his mind. He noticed you looking up at him again.
Your eyes were dimming. It was as if he could see the life leave you.
But there was also love. Unconditional love. Tears stung in his eyes.
“Remember that I love you. I love both sides of you,” you murmured.
It felt like a like very strenuous task to get yourself up to his level, but you did it.
Time was running out.
You leaned in, and the next moment your lips collided with Lucifer’s. It was a passionate but soft kiss. There was desperation and love, trying to convey a lifetime worth of kisses through one.
It felt almost magical. Like a promise.
After you broke apart, Lucifer held you close, leaning his forehead against yours. He tried to hold his tears back, but they escaped his eyes anyway.
You felt so cold. Numb.
When did it start to rain? You noticed the tears.
So it wasn’t raining.
“Don’t cry, Lucifer”, you mumbled, your eyelids fluttering and your last strength waning.
You could feel him nod slightly, but more tears were flowing.
“Don’t go. Don’t. Please don’t leave me,” he whispered brokenly.
“I won’t, ‘member?” you laid your hand against his heart. You smiled at him. “I promise we’ll meet again, my darling Devil.”
You knew you would.
The only thing you didn’t know was how.
The moment your hand fell from his chest, Lucifer knew you were gone.
And he was alone again.
There would be no one like you ever again.
His vision was blurred as he gazed at your face. You almost looked as if you were sleeping.
Except you weren’t. This was a sleep you would never wake from.
His gaze shifted to the sky, anger simmering inside of him.
“Why?! Why did you have to take them from me?! They were my everything! Are you happy now, father?! BASTARDS! ALL OF YOU!”
The tears streamed down Lucifer’s face freely, as he was hunched over your body, begging you to open your eyes, to smile and kiss him again.
Lightning flashed in the distance, brightening the almost pitch black sky. Thunder was rumbling deafeningly.
An inhuman scream tore from his throat. It was loud, full of anger and grief. Lucifer’s voice broke as he gingerly traced your face with his hands. It was time to get you out of here.
If anyone else had been there at the time, they would have seen the tall, dark-haired Angel standing there, shimmering white wings outstretched and face flickering between handsome façade and burnt red devils face.
Eyes filled with grief and rage.
A bloodied white shirt clinging to his form and your body cradled close to his chest, almost lovingly.
Then, with a jump and mighty swing of the wings he took off into the sky, only leaving darkness behind.
And at that moment, the world knew: The Devil had just lost its Love.
Must have been the deadly kiss
Only love can hurt like this