Hey guys! So I just finished the first season of The Devil is a Part-Timer! and I am in love with both the show and Lucifer! I stayed up all night reading all the fanfiction with Urushihara whump I could get my hands on and ran out waaayyyy faster than I wanted to - so here I am, attempting to keep the next poor soul from running out as quickly as I did. Hope you guys like!

Lucifer watched through swollen eyes as Satan - or as he called himself here on Earth, Maou - drained himself of nearly all his magic from his body piecing the city of Tokyo back together.

Why? Lucifer wondered. He is powerful enough to go home, and he gives it up for this!?

But here the king of demons was, giving it up. For this.

What even was this ? Lucifer had been on Earth awhile now, and aside from video games and high-fructose corn syrup, he didn't see anything special about this world. Certainly nothing exciting about the inhabitants that Satan was working so hard, giving up so much to protect.

His mind was wandering in circles and Lucifer fixed his swollen eyes on the fragments of bridge as they settled in place, anything to avoid the fact that he was bruised terribly and his weakened body was threatening to give out on him under the pain and drain of magic.

No, he had to believe he still had a chance. A chance to slip away without the devil catching him. A chance to slink back to his abandoned schoolhouse and lick his wounds and eat the cheap chocolate he had stolen from a nearby convenience store a few weeks back.

He had been saving it for a bad day, and this most definitely qualified as one.

Magic fizzed in the air as the last chunk of building slid back into its place, and Satan - no, Maou - lowered his arms. The demon king's next breath was a bit airy, but otherwise he seemed fine.

It's not fair . Lucifer growled to himself. His power is not fair! He can use it to its last drop and be just fine and when I use mine I get so freaking weak this is not fair!

It was true; even if the physical wounds hadn't been there Lucifer would have required a good fifteen hour's sleep, and soon. As it were his body wanted nothing more than to drop unconscious this moment and stay like that for a week, and it was starting to mutiny.

No! Lucifer commanded. I have to get away from here! I have betrayed Satan himself, there is no telling what he will do to me!

Maou stood looking at the repaired city a moment, admiring his work before turning to Alsiel (what was he called in this realm again?) and Lucifer.

"Well, I suppose we'd better head home now."

Alsiel wriggled a disgusted finger in Lucifer's direction. "And him? "

Maou frowned. "Well I guess he's coming with us."

Lucifer sucked in a breath - wait, what!?

Alsiel seemed just as repulsed by the idea. "But, sire! How can you-"

"Chill out, Ashiya." Maou said. "He doesn't have any power left to hurt us. It's not like we have anywhere else to take him, anyhow. And we can't exactly leave him out on the street!"

Actually, I'd be fine with that...

"But, my king!"

"Alright!" Maou brushed his hands together and stared forward. "Come on - and don't leave Lucifer behind!"

Lucifer watched, frozen in fear as the demon king marched off, and the next thing he knew Ashiya had his upper arm and was practically running to catch up.

He would have yelped, but his swollen face and aching chest only allowed a small squeak as he was dragged alongside his fellow demon general, his feet more raking along the pavement than walking on it, as the king's right hand had him lifted so high only his toes could reach to ground anyway.

He had no time to think as the pace continued, Ashiya's hand digging into his already badly bruised skin, his wounds and aches jerked with each of the demon's footfalls, until he was set on his feet, dizzy and disoriented and feeling like he was about to be sick, in a dim hallway next to a cheap wooden door.

His eyes were almost swollen shut now, and what he could see was blurred as Maou opened the cheap door and announced he was home in a flat tone.

A female shriek stabbed at Lucifer's ears, and it was immediately followed by more voices shrieking and he couldn't think and couldn't move and somehow forgot how to breathe, not really remembering properly until someone shoved him in between his shoulder blades, forcing his lungs to move.

He coughed weakly but desperately, stumbling forward from the small impact and he would have fallen had Ashiya not caught his arm again and propped him back on his feet.

People were talking around but they didn't seem concerned in the least. Nor did they seem fearful or upset - no, they were bantering good-naturedly, giggling and talking loudly and Lucifer wanted to sob the pain was so bad and now he was trapped here and couldn't they have at least killed him instead of leaving him helpless and in pain while they chatted over what they were doing for dinner?

Somewhere in the blur of everything Lucifer found himself leaned against a wall, and with his stiff legs too shaky to hold him up he slid down. His head fallen to the side on his own shoulder and his chin hung limply over his chest, Lucifer didn't even bear the strength to open his eyes to see what was happening around him, much less do anything about it.

Surely they would kill him soon. They had to. Why wouldn't they?

Struggling to draw in meager breaths through his broken nose, Lucifer finally collapsed into nothingness.