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“This stupid box, what the hell?” Lucifer tugged at the restraints on his wrists and ankles, but to no avail. What even was this? It felt like a limb being tingly after its circulation was cut off, but through his whole body and a thousand times more excruciating. He had never had his power forced out of him like this, it was torture, one of the worst things he had ever felt.
Wires came out of the restraints on Lucifer’s wrists, he looked up right as one of them rushed towards him and sank its prongs into the flesh of his abdomen, “Fuck!”
Lucifer tried to pull himself free again, but it was useless. He writhed and flinched as more cords pierced his body, panic creeping up his back. Lucifer barely got any warning before the new cords also began draining his power, ripping a desperate cry from his throat.
There were usually breaks between the painful sensations, but now it was almost constant. Tears pricked Lucifer’s eyes as the torture continued, he felt his throat starting to hurt from screaming.
The pain was growing more excruciating by the second until his vision went dark and he went limp in the restraints.
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When Lucifer regained consciousness, his head was spinning and he was confused before he remembered where he was. Most of the pain had stopped. Whatever machine he was in wasn’t on anymore, but the cords were still stuck in his flesh.
Then he heard someone singing. It was muffled, but one of the voices was familiar… angelic. Was it Lilith…? Was she finally back? When he tried to lift his head to see, he felt a wave of lightheadedness crash into him. He slumped back to where he was hanging from the restraints before.
When he listened closer, he realized it wasn’t Lilith, it was Charlie singing with her little hotel friends. Were they coming to help him…? Were they celebrating? Did they forget about him…? Oh… Charlie was still mad at him… she would probably be helping other people first…
Lucifer’s head was feeling more fuzzy by the second, his thoughts muddled and nonsense. He needed to get out- but how? He couldn’t break angelic steel, even if he could, he was too weak.
As if on command, the room suddenly went dark, his restraints unlatching. This would’ve been great if Lucifer wasn’t hanging limp and fell as soon as he was released… and if the cords hadn’t either been ripped out of his back or pushed deeper into his chest when he fell on them.
“Sh-shit- fuck…” Lucifer muttered as fresh tears formed in his eyes. He shakily pushed himself up into a sitting position and pulled the cords out of his skin, breathing shallowly. Lucifer’s breath caught when he saw his golden blood staining his shirt, there was a lot more than he hoped there would be. He stood up and took a moment to steady himself before even thinking about walking.
Lucifer leaned heavily on the wall as he made his way to the panel Violet (?) had gone through to get to him. Wait- why didn’t she come back for him…? He shoved the thought away for later, she probably just forgot about him, everyone did at some point.
The singing had stopped when Lucifer crawled out of the panel. While Lucifer was on the ground, a jolt of electricity went through him again, making him groan in pain. He lifted himself out and stood up as best he could, “Hah, don’t go down there! It’s a place of pain…” Lucifer lost his balance and fell forward onto the ground, his body steaming.
Charlie rushed over and put her hand on his back. She was in the middle of asking if he was ok when that snake guy’s face appeared on a large screen that Lucifer hadn’t seen before. He was about to reply when Charlie’s face lit up. She started talking to the snake- Pension or something, he didn’t quite catch his name.
Lucifer groaned and stayed limp on the ground while Charlie got caught up with the snake. He felt the blood spots on his shirt slowly growing, he hadn’t stopped bleeding. He needed help, but he didn’t want to interrupt Charlie’s conversation, she was already mad at him…
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Alastor was standing out of the way, observing the area where they had destroyed Vox’s weapon. He saw Angel, Husk, and Cherri standing together, the Vees retreating, an older angel hugging the younger angel that had “saved” him. He hadn’t even needed the help, he had everything under control. But what caught his eye was Lucifer flopped on the ground next to Charlie who was having a grand old time talking to Sir Pentious. She wasn’t doing anything to help her own father who was bleeding out on the ground. It didn’t even seem like she knew he was there.
Although Alastor couldn’t care less about Lucifer, he couldn’t let Charlie tarnish her image like this. Ignoring a pathetic man, bleeding out at her feet, let alone it being her father. He figured he would kill two birds with one stone; he wouldn’t see that pathetic excuse of a king being miserable and Charlie would trust him more. All he had to do was patch up the idiot’s wounds, he knew how to do that.
Alastor let his shadows envelop him and take him to the spot right next to Charlie. He tried to hide his disgust as he lifted the barely conscious Lucifer into his arms. His blood was staining his nice coat, how rude of him, “Charlie dear, I’ll be taking your father to patch him up”
Charlie blinked, surprise clear in her face, “Oh! Uhh, sure! Thanks Al,”
“Oh it’s no problem at all,” Alastor’s smile widened into a sharp grin. His shadows took both of them to Lucifer’s room. Ducks were everywhere, they were basically carpeting the floor, taking up every space in every shelf, lining the sides of the stairs, it was ridiculous. He shook his head and laid Lucifer down on his- duck bed…? Oh, come on now, this was just childish.
He started working on unbuttoning Lucifer's jacket, internally cursing at having to get through three layers of clothing to even reach his wounds. When he uncovered Lucifer's chest, he saw the true extent of his wounds. There were even pairs of deep, scorched puncture wounds scattered over Lucifer's chest and back. Had Vox used cords to take more power out of him? He shivered at the thought of being in Lucifer’s place, he just needed to get this over with.
Alastor snapped his fingers, summoning the necessary medical supplies to heal Lucifer; gauze, medical wrap, scissors, and ointment. He first pressed on the wounds to stop the bleeding, worked to cover the wounds on Lucifer’s front with gauze and ointment. He realized that he would have to lift Lucifer into a sitting position to get his back and wrap his torso.
It wasn’t as hard as Alastor thought to prop Lucifer up, the hard part was to keep him from falling again. He gritted his teeth when he gave up and let Lucifer fall forwards and lean on him while he wrapped his back. Alastor froze in place when he felt Lucifer move, he couldn’t have him waking up in the middle of helping him. It was embarrassing enough that he was doing it, let alone him knowing.
Lucifer hadn’t woken up though, he just shifted a bit in his unconscious state. Alastor let out a breath and went back to wrapping the bandaging around Lucifer’s chest and abdomen. When he finished, he snipped the end of the wrap and shoved Lucifer back down onto his bed. He could get into a more comfortable position when he got up.