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Chapter twelve translated. Finally!

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FEAR


Lucifer cautiously placed himself on his flank, caressing once more the dusty and damp ground with his wet temple.

The room was pitching around him at a maddening speed, adding more power to the nausea that compressed his aching stomach. Again and again the pain...

He never thought to be so disgusted someday.

Him... The Devil... The King of Torment... who simply could no longer bear this searing pain that gnawed at each patch of his body. This night was a milestone: the disgust of the pain and his unfortunate reunion with Alastor.

Lucifer looked tiredly at his former "disciple", who quietly observed the apparent suffering of his former master. Lucifer was surprised that he showed no more joy at this sad sight. Sad for Lucifer, normally jubilatory for Alastor. Lucifer narrowed his eyes suspiciously. A lot of questions swirled in his mind since he'd been brought to Alastor's elegantly shod feet. One of the most obvious was of course: "what was he going to do with him? ", nearly followed by " How was he going to get out of this bloody mess? ". Lucifer didn't particularly intend to grad on here. Being in the same room as a demonic being banished by himself didn't bode well for the Devil's health. Health already extremely precarious.

He looked Alastor. The latter didn't look like the Executioner of the Underworld created by Lucifer, millenia ago. Human envelope could change many things.

" Long live to reincarnation! ", Lucifer thought.

In his memories, Alastor was much bigger. A giant on a man's scale. His bald head was provided with tiny deformed horns, and his face was nothing but a mass of asymmetrical flesh – without any real delimitation for the eyes and the mouth. A wonderful abomination. Having no equal but his cruelty. His body was arched and covered with disgusting blisters, his hands and feet were just sharp and poisonous claws.

Now, Lucifer had before him a rather common human. It was confusing. Alastor as tall as Lucifer... it was already much less impressive than in Hell. His slightly tanned skin was devoid of any pimple. He now sported smooth blond hair falling on his muscular shoulders and framing a face slightly wrinkled by the years. His dull gray eyes stared at Lucifer. The latter appreciated nevertheless his attempts to dress up. He wasn't as classy and seductive as Lucifer, but no one could compete with perfection. Trying was admirable. He also donned a sharply cut black suit for any lambda mobster. It wasn't Armani, anyway...

Details, details.

" Humanity fits you, Alastor...", Lucifer whispered.

Lucifer did everything possible to remain conscious and control his body. If he listened it... only howls would come out of his mouth. He was exhausted. The unconscious seemed to him a mercy for a few minutes. Mercy he couldn't afford to have. Not with Alastor near him. His body was trembling, not because of the lack of warmth, but because of the unbearable tension that he was inflicted to himself to stay in control. He wouldn't show an ounce of weakness to this demon. Never.

Certainly not facing this particular demon. The most cruel demon he ever created.

A mistake that Lucifer had dearly paid. Alastor had left his empire on the verge of annihilation. Creating more chaos than it was physically possible to have in Hell. Alastor was the very first demonic being created by Lucifer, shortly after his Fall. A powerful and profoundly evil being. The very first Executioner of Hell. Cruel, sadistic, greedy, without the least ounce of compassion: a minimum for a demon, could we thought. But Alastor was way beyond that...He had no limit.

At the time, he took a special pleasure in torturing any wandering soul in the Underworlds, without any sentence distinction for each. There was no half measure with him... No dosage of his talents. Alastor scarified tirelessly every soul that crossed his path, using his sword and his demonic whip relentlessly. After a few centuries, the latter finally got tired of this little game. He wanted more. Much more. He wanted to punish long before death and eternal damnation. He wanted to use his powers over human of flesh and blood. Ravaging the mortal world, purifying it by his hatred. A line which Lucifer refused to cross. His role was to condemn sinful souls. Period. No more, no less. A role that Alastor categorically refused to endorse.

A bloody and apocalyptic war broke out between Alastor and the Prince of Darkness. A violent war that led the demons to the brink of extinction. A devastating quarrel during which Lucifer had to use his full power to prevail. A conflict that left him at death's door. He still wore the scars. Marks that he hid from everyone since. Even from Mazikeen. The scars on his back were - unlike these – a symbol of freedom... of independence. Those left by Alastor were just a painful reminder of his failure.

Alastor had been defeated and Lucifer had sentenced him to live for all Eternity alongside the humans he so much wished to destroy, as one of them. Without powers. Mortal and relentlessly reborn in a physical envelope, enduring forever the weakness that he'd so much desired to crush. A richly deserved punishment.

Lucifer exactly knew what he was up against with him. With or without powers, Alastor will make him endure the most terrible sufferings. Taking his time. Slowly. Until Lucifer will no longer be able to do anything else but begging this foul demon.

Option which Lucifer categorically refused to consider. He had his pride!

He had to buy some time. Hold on and hope for providential help. From Chloe or someone else. An angel or a demon: two precise names weighed on his mind. Amenadiel and Maze...

Maze would come running as fast as possible, that was sure. No need to worry about her. He hoped she was already on her way. Amenadiel... It was much less sure. Why would he help him? Alastor could kill him, it would be a great favor to this feathered dick. His celestial mission was to bring him back to Hell, by any means. Lucifer hoped, however, that his older brother would once make common sense. Be compassionate. Or whatever else that drives him to lend him a hand. For once, Lucifer would greatly appreciate it... He was much too weak and in bad shape to use more his abilities.

Lucifer therefore began – without much conviction – to pray the idiot who was supposed to be his elder brother while watching Alastor with a weary eye.

" Am' Am'… SOS... I repeat... SOS... Satan Outrageously Seductive in delicate posture...Hellooooooo? "

Alastor smiled softly before squatting near Lucifer, looking him up and down. His cold gaze stopped on his leg summarily bandaged with his late jacket. Lucifer felt the demon's fingers stroking his calf slightly over the bloodstained fabric strips before strongly pressing his palm on the sensitive area. Lucifer, who had closed his eyes for a moment, instantly opened them and stiffened. An unbearable discharge palpitated along his limb, causing a stifled groan at Lucifer's. The latter had bitten his lips to the blood, holding as well as he could the cry stuck in his throat. Alastor stared at the Devil fighting the growing pain, challenging him to remain silent. Lucifer held his gaze, continuing to groan softly without screaming.

" Never...", seemed to say the Devil's dark eyes.

The demon's smile widened before he withdraws his hand from the tormented limb. Lucifer let out a gasp of relief, still panting under the pain felt. His leg was still pounding faintly on contact with it, needles piercing each of his muscles. He swallowed and focused on his wheezing and jerky breathing. The darkness gently tickled his field of vision without completely submerging it. Lucifer felt in a daze. Like if he was out of his own body. Feeling only partially the pain and discomfort inflicted to it. Trembling violently from head to toe, he focused his unstable attention on his executioner and gave him a charming smile.

" I'm very flattered by your advances, Al'… Sadly, I'm not interested! You're not my type, so..."

Alastor laughed out loud. A hoarse laugh that sounded fake. Gross and rude, without charm. He shook his head and gave a weary sigh.

" Oooww Lucifer...I must admit that I missed your humor! You always knew how to hide your fear behind some kind of sick jokes. Some things never change...", observed the demon.

" Well...I hate to break it to you my dear Alastor, but...The only thing likely to frighten me in this room is the dust! ", Lucifer corrected in a sharp tone.

A half truth. The dust soaked his wet clothes, ruining them for good. Lucifer seriously thought of giving the pressing bill to the police station. They had to learn how to respect branded clothes! Alastor smiled again before grasping Lucifer's wounded leg firmly, his fingers closed on the bloodstained limb like sharp fangs. Lucifer's body bent under pain, the latter widening his eyes under this new influx of suffering. He tightly contracted his jaw, fighting and grumbling against his firm hand. A while-hot metal rod seemed to have replaced his bone... burning flesh and nerves around. Dangerously bringing Lucifer to his limits. The latter pressed his thin lips firmly, refusing categorically to scream or express by violent sounds the pain that assailed him. It would take more to break the Devil. His onyx eyes glowed with Hellish Flames, staring at Alastor.

The latter was gloating in front of this picture. He held his grip for a few seconds, which seemed to last for years to Lucifer, before bringing his blood-soaked fingers to his lips. He watched the carmine liquid, intrigued.

" I heard that you were living on Earth among mortals in recent years, but I didn't think you'd adopt each of their features...Lucifer: mortal...It's interesting, very interesting...", he whispered, licking blood on his fingers.

" Y-You know me! ", the latter hardly gasped. " I'm the type to invest a hundred percent in all my projects! "

" Amenadiiieeeeel!...Wake up you bastard! ", he yelled mentally.

Lucifer tried to calm his shallow breath. He had no more strength, holding his screams of suffering required more energy than he actually possessed. What the hell is Amenadiel doing? And where was the detective? He wouldn't hold out long if Alastor picked up the pace. What he would do sooner or later... Lucifer knew him too well to question this fact.

The demon straightened up and put his hands in his pockets.

" You live this weakness much better than I do! ", he was surprised. " I have been reborn indefinitely among them for over two thousand years... I still hate human life. ", Alastor confessed, disappointed. " But I had to deal with it. At least, I could find at each rebirth a profession quite similar to the one I was practicing by your side! Executioner, torturer... Humans don't lack cruelty, this is the only positive point that I can concede to them. In recent decades, I have found a place of choice within... How they call that?...mafia? Never mind! I'm a kind of butcher: I punish bad recruits, traitors and so on... Thanks to this criminal organization I could finally got you! I didn't want to bring it to Maze's or your brother's attention... An one-on-one interview is much less pressure for both of us, don't you agree? "

Lucifer, still lying on his side, rolled his eyes, astounded by Alastor's behavior.

" Seriously?! ", he thought.

He was really going to do him the hero/bad guy monologue shot?! It was too much torture for Lucifer. Couldn't he just finish him off?! It was preferable to this odious farce. The worst cinematic cliché in the world! Alastor continued calmly to tell him his ten thousand years of mortal lives, as if they were both long-time old friends catching up lost time. Lucifer took advantage of this calm to reiterate his prayers until then unanswered.

" Brother in danger to angelic tight-ass brother for immediate assistance..."

" Oh, I forgot! ", suddenly exclaimed the demon before him. " Lucifer? "

" Mmmh...? ", mumbled the latter in answer.

" It's useless... He won't come ", Alastor explained him in a low voice.

Lucifer stared at him without understanding the meaning of this. What was that supposed to mean? It was Alastor's turn to roll his eyes before the apparent incomprehension of the man lying at his feet.

" Prayers... If I use your terms: the angelic tight-ass brother won't help you. Sorry...", he simply apologized.

Lucifer widened his eyes, incredulous. He could hear him prey? How? Alastor had no more power. He remained a sadistic bastard, but that was it! Lucifer assured it ten thousand years ago. Hiding his confusion, he sneered and arched a questioning eyebrow:

" Me... prey? That's clearly not my style, you know that... I'm more like the type to speak my thoughts out loud. For example... I think you're a badly dressed sadistic bastard and bloody predictable... 'See? I never keep my thoughts for myself! I'm so generous! "

Alastor stared at him for a moment before shrugging his shoulders, indifferent to the insults of the Devil towards him.

" It's useless, I'm telling you. I block your powers... and those of your little pet. It was more complicated with your brother, but not impossible..."

" I'm so jealous, you know? ", Lucifer replied, smiling at the demon. " I'd love to live like you in the same waking dream... 'Must be wond..."

The words died into Lucifer's mouth. He froze and looked with a certain apprehension at the Alastor's left hand covered with dark, viscous filaments impregnated with demonic energy. Alastor quietly continued to knead this energy before looking again at Lucifer, a wicked smile rising on his lips.

" You seem skeptical... It's better that you be convinced at one hundred percent! ", he said.

The dark algae condensed in the center of his palm, turning into a black sphere the size of a tennis ball. Lucifer didn't have time to do anything, not even to think or swear. Alastor levitated the demonic energy to Lucifer's belly at an unthinkable speed. The latter was violently thrown against the wall till then one meter from him. The air left his lungs and his eyes rolled back. His mouth opened on a silent cry as the filaments scarified the muscles of his belly, his alabaster skin dyed a carmine red and colored his white shirt in a fraction of second. Lucifer let out a lamentable shouting and felt the ferrous and unpleasant taste of his own blood filling his mouth and dripping down his chin. The horrible pressure in his abs finally faded, leaving Lucifer half-slumped against the wall cracked by the force of the impact. He struggled to open his eyes and watch Alastor move slowly towards him. He seemed quite satisfied by the damage caused by his unexplained powers.

Lucifer, half conscious, didn't understand what was going on. That wasn't possible...Alastor had no more powers! And yet, he was embedded against the wall, the abdomen burning like hell after suffering a minor demonic attack.

" H-Ho...?! ", he whispered weakly.

Alastor stopped a few centimeters from Lucifer, taunting him with his cheerful smile.

" Let's just say that...a good soul stretched out her hand and that I caught it! ", he answered happily.

Lucifer frowned, confused. He coughed, his ribs painfully recalling to his mind with each single move. Who? Who could give powers to a demon? No one, except him, could accomplish this. No one...

" 'See, this good Samaritan doesn't like you at all. So do I. If not more! He thought that we could...help each other! I help him, he help me...Simple, isn't it? " , he said.

Lucifer glanced at him before asking with a weak but how hateful voice:

" W-What d-do...you w-want? "

Alastor shrugged his shoulders and pinched his lips before rubbing his hand against his forehead.

" It's a bit annoying for you...I'm rehearsing this hatred for so long! I really need to let off steam and get back what is mine...", revealed the demon, falsely sheepish. " I want your throne. Hell, demons, all of this! "

Lucifer had a mocking grin and rolled his eyes.

" I'll gladly give that shit to you! I don't want it anymore..."

" Thanks, but it's not enough! ", almost apologized Alastor. " You know like me that I can't proclaim myself King of Hell just like that...I have to wear the symbol of this power..."

Lucifer stiffened and plunged his onyx eyes into the mocking eyes of his executioner.

The ring.

He wanted his ring. The Mark of Hell. The jewel that contained his demonic essence – a huge source of power – and which could controlled the Underworld and the creatures that resided there. But it was impossible. The ring was sealed to Lucifer. His Soul...his vital strength was connected to it. He had tried to remove it at many times. Something unfeasible without killing him.

Lucifer widened his eyes and clenched his jaw, finally figuring out what were Alastor's plans. The latter gave him a large smile.

" Now, you understand! Good! We can begin...", he exclaimed before rising his hand towards Lucifer.

Yes.

Lucifer understood now. There was only one way to separate him from that damn ring. A way that didn't bode well for him.

He had to die. Not physically. It would only bring him back to Hell. Lucifer had to die. Cease to exist. Alastor wanted to destroy his soul...to destroy him. Kill him...Permanently.

Lucifer felt himself lifted and immobilized against the wall by the powers of the demon. He struggled with rage. Ignoring the pain, his broken bones. He struggled against these invisible bonds with full force. Alastor burst out laughing and move his fingers slightly. Additional and equally invisible bonds blocked his neck and shoulders. He could no longer move. He opened his eyes wide with terror.

" Are you sure you're not afraid? ", whispered the demon as he approached his hand full of demonic energy near his heart.

Lucifer remained silent. He looked helplessly at Alastor sticking his nails at his vital organ, the fabric of his shirt tearing easily at their touch. The nails sank into his shin and Lucifer closed his eyes, a grin of suffering deforming his sweaty face. The filaments migrated to his heart and surrounded it, causing a wave of harmful energy that reverberated throughout his body. Something broke into him. It was unbearable. His Soul was slowly drawn, tearing apart every part of his anatomy with cruelty.

Thought he had sworn not to do so, Lucifer could no more resist and screamed.

A scream that transmitted an inconceivable emotion for the Devil.

Fear.


To be continued with..."Chloe"


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