Listen, I love art, but after examining the same pieces on the wall thousands of time, it's not fun. I wish I could request new scenery but there was a very slim chance of that happening. God, I miss home, I miss my cat, I miss life before Nick became Lucifer and demons and angels suddenly existed.

The sound of the key unlocking the door jarred me from my thoughts. "Your food." Meg snapped, slamming the tray on the poor innocent table.

I've had just about enough of her attitude.

"So why exactly don't you like me?" I asked, leaning forward, my head in my hands.

"We were created to steal your soul and then torture you pathetic humans, not run about serving you food." She snapped, her eyes flashing, showing her rage. I tsked and raised an eyebrow.

"You do remember that you were once human as well Meg, right?" I could feel her power level raise, another sign she was becoming enraged.

"What's so special about you?" She asked, slithering closer to me. I twitched, trying to hold back all the comebacks from spilling out.

"I don't know, maybe it's my wonderfully fantastic personality." I suggested. I was slammed against teh wall, Meg's hand enclosing around my throat. Her nails digging in and drawing blood. My nails raked along the wall, trying to find something to help gain leverage in her hold. My air passage was beginning to close, I was going to choke if I couldn't stop her. Meg's eyes flashed her demonic black, but for second I thought I saw something else, behind her human appearance.

"Enough." The commanding voice snapped Meg out of her rage.

"Father." She said, her eyes falling to the floor in respect. I writhed in her grasp, still choking. I'm pretty sure my face was purple, going on blue. Lucifer watched me struggle for a good minutes before flicking his wrist. Meg's grip loosened and I dropped to the floor. Holy Shit! She had a strong grip!

"Leave." Mag glared my way before exiting the room, slamming the door behind her. Lucifer made his way to me, holding out his hand. I rolled my eyes before gripping his hand. He pulled me to my feet, helping me to the bed even. "Why must you egg her on?" He asked, giving me a look.

"She leaves herself wide open."

"I do feel a deep affection for her, she's one of my toughest still alive." Lucifer muttered to himself. He drifted off in thought and I let him, watching how his expressions changed at each thought.

"Is there a specific reason you're here?" I asked, my eyes narrowed.

"Have you given more thought to my offer?"

"I'll take more time to consider it after I have some freedom." I said, huffing and almost turning away from him.

"I cannot let you out of this room."

My jaw dropped and my eyes flashed with rage. "Why the hell not!?"

"Nick doesn't want you hurt. He keeps screaming in my mind. It's rather annoying." That was his reply. Nothing more. My shoulders sagged and my eyes fell to the ground.

"Can't you angel zap me home?" I question, giving him a pleading look.

"No, the garrison would find you and torture you for information about my whereabouts." I groaned and fell back on the bed.

"Damnit, why can't life ever be fair?" I whined, gritting my teeth in defeat. I heard his footsteps fade, but before the door was closed once more I heard him tell me something.

"Think about my offer, it'll benefit us both." the door was promptly shut and locked, the silence echoing in my loud mind.