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“My Lucifer is lonely.” - Billie Eilish
He remembers confessing his love to Sabrina before muttering the incantation to trap Lucifer within his body. Then there was a flash of searing pain before a velvety darkness ensconced him.
Nick wished he could have stayed in that safe, quiet blackness. Unfortunately, the world was not that kind, or more so, Lucifer was not that kind. Now Nick spent his days in constant battle with the Dark Lord. Occasionally, he would hear someone outside of his body recite an incantation and the peaceful darkness would return, but for the most part he was locked in constant combat within his mind; fighting for control with Lucifer.
The agony was excruciating. Nick was caught in a never ending nightmare where Lucifer played out his greatest fears in the most debilitating ways. This was one of those moments where he was forced to watch these play out before him as Satan whispered in his ear.
“Just give yourself over, Nick and this will all end. You can finally be at peace.” The words were always soft, velvety, and inviting. They were never forceful, which made them harder to resist. Threats, aggression, and violence were easy to handle in Nick’s world, but the soft, comforting words promising rest and an end to the horrors berating him.
But, Nick was able to resist and stay strong in the face of Lucifer’s torture. He had Sabrina to thank for that. The fact that she was safe and able to continue living with her family and friends, especially after hurting her so badly, was what continued to push Nick forward. There was no way she would have forgiven him. The hurt in her eyes was unmistakable as she spat in his face. He deserved that and, truly, he deserved this. Sabrina was right, Nick could have refused the Dark Lord’s orders and been honest from the start, but he was not as strong as she was. So, he used the order as an excuse to get even closer to Sabrina, as he had already intended, but he had no clue there were such dark intentions beneath the simple request to “show a pretty girl a wicked time.”
Now he was here, essentially exiled to Hell with Lucifer sealed within his body for the rest of eternity. Still, it was better than the alternative. If he had lost Sabrina’s trust, then life on Earth would have been miserable. But, to lose Sabrina’s trust and her existence to the Dark Lord? That would have been unbearable. The only logical option was for him to take her place and trap Satan within himself, allowing Sabrina to continue her life on Earth. When it came down to it, he simply wanted her happiness.
This want was something the Dark Lord continuously used against Nick. In fact, Nick was currently dealing with very issue. He was, once again, stuck in a scenario where Sabrina was being tortured before him and he was powerless to do anything, but watch. He could not close his eyes, he could not cover his ears. Nick was subject to all the emotional and physical pain that Sabrina was enduring before him. And, through it all, she continued to carry that clear hurt in her eyes. Every time he saw that, he began to wonder if this was something that he could continue to fight into eternity.
As this thought began to creep around his mind, though, the calming darkness began to appear at the edges of his thoughts. Relief began to wash over him as he prepared himself to give into the all consuming sleep, but before he could, something caught his attention.
Something that could barely be called a murmur called to him. He struggled to pay attention, to catch the words floating softly around him.
“Hold on, Nicholas. She’s coming. There may just be hope after all.”
She? Was it her? Was Sabrina coming to save him after all? Was it out of pity? Did she feel obligated? It didn’t matter. If he could see her one more time.
Nick slipped away into dreamless slumber.