A/N: Welcome everyone to this new story of mine! It's a big project once again and it will not be a light topic. It will be quite some pain and drama involved and I hope you're up for the ride! Prepare to see our Devil suffer, because ain't he pretty when he suffers? This story is gonna be a WIP that will take longer time to update, so just a heads up from my side. I hope you still enjoy the crazy ride! Buckle up Lucifans!

Recommended Songs:

Mysterious Psychological Horror Music - Dukkha

Dark Dramatic & Suspenseful Film Score Instrumental Music - Vyapada

Chapter 1 – Awakening

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The first thing he took note of was that he felt cold. Freezing, spine chilling, teeth-chattering cold.

Then he felt his stomach sink and twist, making him feel sick and dizzy.

The last sensation he became aware of came with an instinctive roll of his tongue to wet his mouth. There was a disgusting gravelly, dusty taste that laid on his tongue and made him grimace.

Cringing, groaning and coughing, he opened his eyes with a few, unsteady blinks. He tried to adjust to the gloomy lighting, but his vision stayed blurry.

He could tell there was something rough and grey in his view and something was dripping onto his temple, making him grimace.

"Urgh… Wh't happ'n'd?" he slurred, his lips and tongue not working the way he wanted them to. They felt tingling and slightly numb.

Lifting his right arm to brush away the annoying moisture from his face, he groaned again and let out an exhausted huff. His shoulder hurt and his arm felt heavy. It was difficult to lift it, almost as if he was willing a limb to move that wasn't his own. Biting through the strangely straining effort, he managed to wipe over the side of his face with the back of his fingers, removing the excess liquid, before his arm dropped back down.

Very slowly, his vision began to sharpen, colours and surfaces coming into view. It took him another minute to realize that the big vertical surface to the left in his vision was actually a concrete floor and he was laying sideways on it. Huffing, he filled his lungs with some much needed oxygen, pressed his right palm to the ground in front of his body and tried to push himself up.

Unaware of where it came from, a sharp, mind-numbing pain shot through him, crushing every ounce of control he had over his body. A guttural scream tore free from his chest and, with his eyes wide from shock and pain, he dropped back down on his side with a heavy, wet thud. His vision darkened again, threatening to fade completely, his lungs rasping.

W-what… the… f-f-f-uck?!

His head was spinning madly and a wave of nausea threatened to overtake him again.

N-naus-s-seous? How t-t-the hell am I feel-l-ling n-nauseous?

It was strange. He couldn't recall having ever felt this sick and like he needed to throw up. His metabolism was supposed to deal with everything his body was put through; Alcohol, drugs, wounds. He could have a car crash and walk away from it unscratched and not even have a headache.

Feeling completely knocked out of his strength and clear senses, he couldn't do anything else but rest for a few moments, gathering his energy for a second attempt. Slowly the strange feeling in his stomach calmed down and the tormenting pain became less. Teeth clenched together and eyes squeezing shut, he pressed his right palm on the concrete floor again and pushed himself up into a sitting position with a long stretched groan. Panting, he fluttered his eyes, forcing his lungs to take deep, rich breaths of air. It wasn't that he really needed the oxygen, but it definitely helped to clear his foggy perception and to keep the sick feeling at bay. Breath after breath his body regained some strength and his eyes began to adjust to the darkness.

A rumbling thunder vibrated around him, followed shortly after by a blueish lighting, flashing and brightening his surrounding. He sat inside a huge room, some sort of warehouse, he figured. The corrugated iron walls and roof above his head crackled under a heavy rain coming down and a puddle of water had formed next to him beneath a rusty gap in the roof.

With his breath still laboured, he turned his head and torso, wanting to look around and get a better understanding of where he was.

And how the hell I got here… And why can't I remember? Urgh…

There was tons of junk lying around. Old, empty and broken glass bottles, piles of cigarette buds, take away boxes and wrapping paper. Massive steel poles along the sides of the building carried the weight of an upper cargo pathway, connected with some sort of crane system. The big side windows were covered with wood panels and old, yellowish, half-torn plastic covers. The building was clearly abandoned since several years.

Another thunder shook through the building, vibrating in the ground beneath him, followed by long flashes of lightning, illuminating the big hall for another few moments, and drowning the interior into an eerie light blue. Looking around to the left, he saw an old leftover wooden crate. It was about four by four foot big and visibly weathered through years of being exposed to rain coming from the leaking roof. His attention was drawn to something black, shiny and pointy, right at the edge behind the crate. He squinted his eyes.

A shoe.

And a person wearing it.

Leaning onto both of his palms, he slowly shifted forward on his knees, eyes fixed on the shoe and its owner. "H-hey! Hey, you!" Inch by inch, he crawled closer, feeling the concrete and small gravel beneath his knees tear through his pants. He didn't notice how the gravel also scratched his skin. At last, with exhausted grunts and heavily panting, he reached the crate and peaked around its corner, freezing.

"… oh, bollocks."

It was a man in his thirties. His arms were splayed out to the sides. His left leg was bent, his right outstretched. Big, glassy blue eyes gazed up towards the ceiling, his mouth hanging slack. The fabric of his green-checkered shirt was drenched with blood where the black hilt of a knife stood out.

"N-Not g-good…"

His mind wandered to the Detective.

I sh'ld tell her…

He tried to think over what he would have to say, what he needed to say, but it was difficult to even come up with words in his mind, let alone think of a whole sentence. Even his thoughts began to sound slurring in his head.

Licking his dried lips, he cringed at a bitter taste of blood and reached up to see if he had accidentally bit through his lip. But the moment he looked at his own hand, he startled. It was completely covered in blood. All of his fingers were coated by it, including his palm and the back of his hand. The sprinkles went as far up to his forearm, right where his sleeve was rolled up to. Lifting his left hand in simple reflex, he released a shocked sound when he saw it was covered in blood as well.

What the...? What… what th' hell happen'd?

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He could tell it wasn't his own blood as there weren't any cuts in his palms. Looking down on himself, he gasped again. The front of his light grey dress shirt was also soaked with blood and pulled halfway out of his equally ruined pants. Glancing back and forth between the man and his own attire and hands, a horrifying thought creeped up in a dark corner of his mind. His pulse skyrocketed and he swallowed.

D-did… did I… kill him?

With another rolling thunder above him, he fell into a sudden, powerful shuddering attack that went through his shoulders and caused the maddening pain to return. Feeling a hot piercing rush in his back, he dropped back down onto his palms and groaned in agony.

W-what's goin' on h-here? W-what 's happ'n'd t' m-me? W-why 's it hurt s' much?

Rasping, he turned his head, trying to pry over his shoulder, but the straining muscles of his back and shoulder felt ripping and the overwhelming pain caused him to release another harrowing scream. He felt the sting of tears as the pain was close to unbearable, but then his unique and unchallenged willpower kicked in and he clenched his teeth in defiance.

"FUCK!"

He would not surrender to the pain. He was the King of Pain. Forcing himself to endure the horrendous ache in his back, he managed to turn his head a few inches further until he laid eyes on something white and red and he froze yet again.

Bones were sticking out of his back, cracked and bare. Muscles and sinews were torn and twitched with tiny movements. Devoid of the white thicket they usually carried, he looked horrified at two grotesque stumps.

The sickness returned to the back of his throat, but before it could make him gag, his vision blurred and he sank back down onto his side.

They are gone.

My wings... are gone.

Swallowing down the bile, he began to tremble, staring ahead in front of him with nothing in focus. The atrocity of what had been done to him came crashing down on him like a tsunami.

Someone removed them.

Someone took them.

Someone fucking butchered me!

Unaware of it, his tears spilled onto the gravelled floor, silently disappearing in the dust and rain, and a seed of anger began to blossom inside of him. Trying to remember who had done this to him, and probing against the black hole in his memory, he suddenly felt a distant vibration against his thigh. Blinking out of his trance, he reached into his pocket with a trembling, bloodstained hand and held his phone in front of him.

At the sight of the picture on the screen, his heart made a painful but relieved leap. Shakily pressing the speaker button, he took the call and before he could even say anything, Chloe's voice rang, sweet and lovingly concerned.

"Lucifer? Hey! I thought you were coming over tonight. Is everything alright? Were you held up at Lux?"

He squeezed his eyes as if it would help him recall the events, but even his thoughts were stumbling and trembling. L-Lux? H-have I been-n at Lux b-before?

Breathing hard through his pain, he tried to keep his voice steady, but it was in vain. His strength was waning again. "D-Detectiv-v-ve? I- I- I d-don't..."

"Lucifer?" Her tone instantly switched to seriously alarmed. "Lucifer, what's wrong?"

Looking around through blurry eyes, he shook his head, not remembering that she couldn't see him. "I… I d-don't… I don't... k-k-know…" he stammered, releasing a whimpering whine. "D-Det-tectiv-ve, I… I th-think I m-might h-have-"

Killed someone.

But she cut him off sharply, her voice now clearly filled with panic. "Lucifer, are you injured?"

It was hard to keep his eyes open and his surroundings quickly began to slip away. He wondered if maybe he had suffered too much blood loss or if it was the pain that made his consciousness crumble. Eyes squeezing and reopening slowly, he huffed out a pained laugh, grimacing over his situation and her words. "You c-could s-s-say that…'' he slurred exhaustedly. Thinking on the horrid condition on his back, he added with a groan, "P-please…Detectiv'... C-c-call Maz-z-keen…"

There was a short pause on the other end of the line, but then Chloe's voice returned, composed, concise and calm, but nothing less demanding. "Okay, Lucifer, listen to me. I need you to tell me where you are. I'm coming to get you."

Looking around at the things he could see, he grunted. There were no signs. No plates with names or logos. "I… I don' k-know… But..." He paused, staring at his bloodstained hands, seeing double. "D-Detectiv', th-there is-s somethin' wrong. I can'… r'member..."

"Alright Lucifer, please, you have to stay on the line. I'm tracking your phone. Just stay with me, okay?"

Exhausted he closed his eyes. The darkness felt comfortable. At least it wasn't straining to have his eyes closed. But the horrifying thought from before crept back up in his foggy mind as it started to drift. "I… I think… I did s'm'thin'... horr'bl'..." The cold and dark surrounding him were gentle. They were easy on him. Much easier than staying aware of all the pain and blood, the exhaustion and all those confusing thoughts. It was better to just let it rest. To let it all go.

"Hey! Hey, Lucifer, stay with...! Keep talk...! ...hear me? Lucif… Need... say someth...! LUCIFER?!"

It was really nice to hear her voice, to have it vibrate into the darkness. Into him. It was like a soothing lullaby, despite her panicking tone. It was so sweet. Like milk with honey.

It was wonderful to fall asleep to.

A/N: And that's it! The first chapter of many more to come in this crazy story. I hope you enjoyed this opening scene and ready for more! :) Stay tuned and leave me your thoughts if you like!

- Luni