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“Goodnight Char-Char!”
Was the last thing he remembered saying.
Lucifer said goodnight to his daughter, he left her to do work in the foyer of her hotel. He was having a good night, so as he strolled up the stairs he was whistling some upbeat song, spinning his cane in circles, non the wiser to what was about to unfold.
The king went into his room and shut the door, he removed his hat and placed it and his cane on top his desk and went to look out the window. The sky was covered in clouds, dark and red as acid rain poured from the clouds. Lucifer was thankful they created buildings able to withstand the acid, it protected a safety from the pain. He sighed as thunder rumbled the sky, with a snap of his fingers his attire was replaced with his pyjamas, soft, silky and light blue.
Sleep came easy for him once he got comfortable, it took a little for that though. He was tossing and turning. The thunder had grown louder and louder, sounding as if it was in his room. Eventually the storm passed and he relaxed, closing his eyes and falling asleep.
It was a dreamless night.
“What is it?”
“It doesn’t smell human. It also doesn’t smell like those black eyed fuckers or winged rats.”
Lucifer stirred slightly, his back ached and felt heavy, his limbs trapped and his neck had a cramp. He stretched out his neck and heard it pop and he groaned, trying to open his eyes, only to still see darkness.
“Wh-what the? What’s going on?” He tried reaching for whatever was on his face, unable to move his arms.
“It’s awake! Call the boss!”
“Hello?” Lucifer tried reaching for his powers to free himself, he tried breaking out of the binds, he tried everything short of begging and pleading. “Something is wrong... Something is very wrong. What is going on?”
He was met with silence, he was beginning to panic, where had his powers gone? Where was he?
After a minute he hear the sounds of metal scraping against cement, he guessed the “boss” had finally come. He wondered if he would get answers. He also had a feeling that wasn’t going to happen. His vision was freed and he to blink and squint, until his eyes adjusted. He was in what he guessed was a warehouse setting, the floor was unclean cement, with red stains, was that blood? The walls were made out of thin plaster from what he could see and above him was another level made from metal.
Lucifer looked down as someone entered the room, he looked human! Humans in Hell? How? Why? What the fuck? The person that entered was no bigger than Alastor, but he looked entirely human, black hair, a really expensive looking suit, shiny black shoes and sunglasses. As he stepped past the threshold he pushed the glasses on top of his hair and took in the sight of what Lucifer hoped, was not pitiful.
“What is this you have brought me?” His accent was thick, heavy Romanian.
“It appeared inside one of our shipments sir. We know you don’t take kindly to stowaways. Its not human, siren, ghoul, werewolf, shifter or djinn. No clue how it got there.”
Lucifer turned his head slightly, he could see the room a bit better this way, it was stuffy and full of wooden crates, four other men stood in the room, all armed with guns.
“Why is it not dead yet?” His voice was raised, temper flaring, Lucifer turned back to the man and watched as hair grew on his face.
“We tried!” The man speaking backed up, like a dog being yelled at by its master. “When it bled, it was gold. We have no idea how to kill it.”
“Simple.” The boss took a gun from his supposedly incompetent lackeys and aimed at Lucifer.
“Wait!” Lucifer shouted, but it was too late, the trigger was pulled and the bullet was slicing through the air, aimed right at his head.