Sam normally wasn't claustrophobic, but recently he'd been have a spell of if. Since he had been stolen from his life, capture had been a series of one small room to the next. It had taken some adjustment in the beginning but he was well used to the prospect of being inside indefinitely by now. But there was something about this room that was unnerving. The walls were a light shade of pink, something you wouldn't notice unless everything else was perfect white. And that slight change, along with the increasingly crushing walls Sam was starting to get nauseous. This room seemed more like a closet to Sam then the grand bed room of a cult leader.
A cult was Sam current theory on what this place was. At first it had been police, the military, after than a gang he had pissed off now he mind had turned to a cult as the answer. Sam's thoughts were rudely interrupted by the obnoxiously loud squeak of a door which ricocheted of the pressing walls. A single person was admitted inside.
The man didn't walk, he glided into the room. Sam could tell from the man's stature and smile he was the same person for the dark room, but now in the light Sam could see he was fairly attractive. His hair was the color a fresh hay and eyes were a pale blue that the smile on this pinkish lips did not reach. He seemed too young to hold a position of power like a cult leader. Maybe it was the real guys assistant.
"Sam Winchester, I must say I'm impressed." He lower his gaze from Sam to a stack of papers in his hands that Sam hadn't noticed a moment ago. "The speed at which you retrieved these is remarkable. Almost as incredible as this artwork here. Now Sammy don't worry, you're still very special and have lots of potential, but this, this is someone who has reached their potential. Did you happen to catch a peak of any of these?"
Sam shook his head. He honestly hadn't wanted to see. For months now he'd heard on the new reports about this roadside killer. At first his interest had been piked, thinking it might be his brother. That faded though when they kept finding the bodies in such obvious places. Dean would know to hide them better. After the worry for his brother diminished, it because just another murder. If he'd wanted to see he would have hacked the police records before now.
"Well why don't you take a look and tell me what you see?" He thrust the glossy photos into Sam's lap.
Honestly he was utterly indifferent on what Lucifer called "art" but the technicalities were stunning. The precision at which the blade was used to make the swooping curves of the abstract shapes cut in the skin was the first thing to catch Sam's eye. The guy must have been so used to the tension ripping skin would create and how to counter that with pressure in the blade. Also the planning and detail he must have went through to know exactly how to put the most symbols on one body and how the blend them so they coordinate screamed professionalism. Like one where the photo depicted a little boy laying on his bed with designs starting at the feet and working up to draw the viewer's eye to the focus point on the boy's chest. It looked like wings, strong and muscled, were encasing the boy. His very flesh made to look like it was protecting him. Even the placing and arrangement of the body made to maximize the desired effect. One in particular that really caught Sam's attention had a man laying face down on a strip of smooth concrete. His arms spread wide out, feathered designs dominated his back and drawn on the concrete in between his arms and back, with only half the grace his skin held, were the rest of the feathers. They were drawn in with his own blood.
"I think his guy knows how to use a knife pretty well," Sam replied to the formerly asked question.
Lucifer looked some what flustered, like if you were to tell someone their favorite book was absolute garbage. "Yes, I know, but besides that," He took the pictures back from Sam and began reexamining them. "What do these pictures tell you about their artist? How they live? where that came from? I'm trying to get you to think outside the box Sammy boy." There were twenty or so different snaps shots and with each new question Lucifer pulled out a new photo and shoved it on Sam's lap for him to look at.
Sam rolled his shoulders, sat up straighter, and pushed the extra papers off his lap. "I told you to call me Sam, and I was just answering your question. I my only thought was 'that guy must be good with a knife'."
"Well Sam," He put a little bit too much emphasis on his name; it made a slight chill roll up Sam's spine, "objective number one when you start your training is to start time a little more creativity."
"What training?" A look of puzzlement began to form on Sam's face again for the twentieth time today.
A weak smile broke over Lucifer's face. "She actually didn't tell you? The one time I'd've let it slide if that dumb whore Meg went blabbing about everything and suddenly mum's the word." Sam's look of confusion grew as Lucifer took a breath to reset his temper. "I'm in the business of gathering the best of the best to myself, and you, Sam Winchester, do qualify for that position. In fact, you over qualify for a desk job like most of the people here so I'm prepared to ask you, Sammy boy, if you would be willing to train for a leadership role in our fine organization. If you play your card right you might even get my job one day."
"I still don't even know where I am!" Sam nearly cried.
Lucifer rolled his eyes so hard his head did a partial rotation with them. His patience was clearly gone, and his earlier anger that seemed almost childish was gone. "You know the people you're dear old daddy used to rant on and on about when he was drunk? And the same people who torched you house as a kid? Yeah, that's us. Welcome to the Infernum Nocte." Sam sat down on the only bed in the room, a faint memory of his father mumbling rolled through his consciousness. "But don't blame me personally for those things. They were the doings of former management. Now that I'm in charge I'm more interested in cyber crime. There's less risk and less casualties, bigger effect with more to gain. Now with that having been said and the whole situation clarified, Sam we've been watching you for a long time and I know'll be perfect for the job. So what do ya' say?"
"I think-" but Sam didn't get to finish his thought before a loud explosion sounded right outside the room and the building shook with it's impact.
