Devil's Hell

The first thing that Lucifer did was stare. And stare. And even stare a little bit more. After that was all over, he stared a little bit harder.

And then he spoke.

"Security!" He called, making every hair on Lucy's body stand up in fear. "There seems to be a underaged child here... I do wonder who let her in..."

"No, no, no!" Lucy cried out as Lucifer began to make his way towards the dance floor, seeming to forget the little girl he left already. "Please, no! I... I can't go out there!"

"Not my problem." Lucifer replied as he took a swig of his alcohol, watching from the corner of his eye as bouncers rushed over to the girl, ready to drag her out of the building.

"I... I can't go back to the police!" Lucy cried out as she reached out and grabbed Lucifer's arm. The moment that her hands touched the Devil, however, he whipped his body away from her. His eyes burned in disgust as Lucy let out another plea. "You need to help me! I... I don't have anyone else!"

"I don't need to do anything, darling." Lucifer responded, his voice cold as hands grabbed at Lucy's arms, making her scream.

"Please! Please, please, please!" Lucy begged, tears vibrant in her eyes. "I'll do anything! Just hear me out, just help me!" When Lucifer only ignored her cries, Lucy's voice turned only thicker in desperation, her body still struggling against the men holding her, who were, in truth, having a hard time taking her out of the building.

"He's looking for me!" Lucy cried, her very last bargaining chip. "Please, he's looking for me!"

The words, despite their simplicity, did the trick. They intrigued the devil and made him feel... slightly guilty. She was young, too young to just be thrown into the streets like that... and if someone was looking for her, then Lucifer would feel responsible if she got killed. But the mention of her wings still slightly haunted him, what if she was just some angel trying to bring him back to Hell?

So Lucifer spun around and slammed the hood off of the girl's head, finally bearing her face to the world. She was beautiful in the same way that children are. Beautiful because she possessed a blossoming youth and innocence that curved and wrapped her features. She looked pure, like a small budding flower right about to bloom. Soft features that told Lucifer that this girl must be no more than twelve and she held an Asian and Western complexity judging by her skin tones and shapes.

But two things stood out about her, one of which happened to be her eyes. They were dark, so dark, that they almost looked like pits, but at the bottom of the darkness, stood fear. There was no anger, no happiness, or deception. All there was in her dark, alluring eyes, was fear that would make a murderer cry.

The second thing was her hair, once again raven black matching her pupils. But her hair wasn't smooth and shiny, instead, it looked like a bird's nest. It seemed to be grouped in dozens of clumps, and looked almost graying at the edges. It was wrapped into a loose bun, but Lucifer could already see that were some bald spots, either from malnutrition or from someone forcefully yanking them out. Lucifer didn't know which scenario he would bet on.

Seeing her like this only confirmed Lucifer's beliefs. He never saw this girl before. If he did, then he would've remembered her soft, trembling voice and fear ridden eyes. He knew deep in his heart that he would've remembered her. He just knew it.

Which meant that she wasn't an angel.

"Who?" Lucifer whispered softly as Lucy simply shook her head.

"I don't know his name." She whispered, her voice shaking. "But he's looking for me. Said he wants to help me, that... that I'm special."

"And why didn't you follow him?" Lucifer questioned as Lucy took in rapid breaths, the guards still holding her still.

"It... It didn't seem right." The girl blushed at how stupid she sounded, but it was true. Her instincts, her voice in her head, just told her that she couldn't listen to the man who was tracking her down like a hunter to a deer. "He's been... looking for me ever since..." She gestured to her back, to the place her wings should lie, and Lucifer straightened his back.

"Alrighty lads, scatter off. Go find some illegal drug dealing or stop some fist fights, I got this." Lucifer stated as he roughly grabbed Lucy by the arm and dragged her towards the elevator, her entire demeanor finally softening as they went to one of the top floors.

Once they entered the large room with a window for a wall, Lucifer pushed her into the center and turned around.

"Show me the wings, darling." He stated as his eyes faced the wall. "I won't look, promise. And the devil always holds his word."

At his words, Lucy blinked once before she simply took off her backpack and cleared her throat, a signal for Lucifer to turn around. He did so within a second, only to widen his eyes at the sight.

The back of her bag was cut out, as was the back of her sweatshirt, which revealed a pair of wings. The wings were beautiful to say the least, they were white with flicks of tan and light brown feathers. Almost on instinct, Lucifer walked over and touched them, his eyes captivated by their beauty. At the feeling of the authenticity, of home, Lucifer almost sighed. These were real. However at the unfamiliar feeling of Lucifer's hand, Lucy flinched, her wings extending to their full length.

And that's when Lucifer realized just how small they were. Angel wings are typically two times the wingspan of their holder, and Lucy's wings were no more than 3/4 of her height. They were so small that Lucifer could only hardly remember a time when he last saw wings so tiny.

"They... they appeared five years ago." Lucy whispered, her voice still shaking as Lucifer's hand continued to follow the curvature of their structure. He could believe that for sure, the wings felt new. Young. Just like the rest of her. "When... when I was ten."

"You're fifteen?" Lucifer questioned, confused. She looked too young to be fifteen. At Lucy's nodding, Lucifer wrinkled his eyebrows and removed his hand from stroking her feathers. "Who would've thunk it..."

"They started out as a bump... My... my parents took me to a doctor and they told us that that bone wasn't suppose to be there. They tried to remove it..." Lucy took a gulp of air, her eyes burning in tears as her wings retracted. But they didn't disappear, instead, they simply folded against her back. "But they couldn't even cut my skin... so they brought in some scientists when my parents took me out of their program. They didn't like watching doctors putting lasers against my skin..."

"You're an angel." Lucifer whispered as he looked back at Lucy and crossed his arms. "But why would Father make some human an angel..."

At the word, Lucy frantically shook her head and even let out a little laugh. But the laugh died as quickly as it came out, her shoulders shaking as she swiped some stray, black locks from her face. "I'm... I'm not an angel... I don't even believe in that kind of stuff..."

"Interesting." Lucifer replied, finding the sad irony in the situation before another voice spoke up.

"Interesting indeed."

At the sound, Lucy whipped her head around to spot no other than Amenadiel, a man with skin as dark as night and the clothes to match. And, as if to intimidate the two, his own wings were out, their black feathers casting a shadow over the back of the room.

"Get away from me!" Lucy screamed, her soft, innocent demeanor changing completely within a second. She scrambled backwards, her wings extending as she stared wide eyed at the man.

"It's been a while, Lucy." The man spoke, obviously referring to the young girl. "I see you've met Lucifer."

"I'm sorry, but do you two know each other?" Lucifer questioned and crossed his arms as Lucy stuck out an accusing finger at Amenadiel.

"He's... He's the one trying to take me." Lucy whispered harshly as Lucifer let out a laugh.

"Really, brother, this is quite a new low. Kidnapping human girls." A smirk approached the Devil's face as Amenadiel only shook his head, his eyes still focused on Lucy.

"Trust me, brother, that is no human girl." The Angel replied as Lucifer took another glance at her. Despite her now defensive stance, there was still fear in her eyes. Fear so vivid, so pure, that it almost engulfed her face.

"Well, she said so herself, she's not an angel." Lucifer replied and crossed his arms. "And she doesn't exactly seem like a demon now does she? So, I suppose that only leaves one last option..."

"Father chose her." Amenadiel stated and advanced towards Lucy, making her take five steps back. "He was tired of your little games, Lucifer."

"Dear old Dad got tired of me?" Lucifer asked jokingly as Lucy glanced around frantically, desperate to find a way out. "I thought that was impossible."

"He said that if you were so attached to Earth, to your life here, then so be it... but that doesn't mean that nobody is going to guard Hell."

And it was then, when Lucifer put the pieces together. Amenadiel not insisting to bring him back to hell, the talk of Lucy trying to get away from her kidnapper, her innocence in her eyes. It was crystal clear.

"He wants her to rule Hell?" Lucifer questioned and looked back at Lucy, his entire body in shock. "That's absurd! What the hell is that old man thinking?"

"Father isn't to questioned, brother!" The Angel screamed as he continued to stalk towards Lucy, her back finally hitting a wall.

"But this is... is evil!" Lucifer cried out in response as Lucy took in sharp breaths, her wings wrapping around her body, curling her into a tiny ball. "You can't do this! It isn't what she wants... If this is your way of getting me to go back to Hell..."

"I don't want to do this, Brother." Amenadiel whispered as he finally turned to Lucifer. "But it's the only way... the underworld has gone mad without your supervision."

"She won't even know what to do!" Lucifer shot back as Amenadiel simply shook his head, looming dangerously close to Lucy.

"Father has a plan for her."

"I don't know who your messed up family is!" Lucy screamed, her voice suddenly overpowering the both of them. "I don't know who the hell your Dad is, but you can tell him to go screw himself!" Her sudden bravery and lack of pauses in her words was surprising that it startled the two of supernaturals. The girl who used to be so quiet and helpless had suddenly morphed into a spitfire.

"We have no other choice, Lucifer." Amenadiel whispered as Lucifer almost rolled his eyes at his words.

"You always have a choice."

It was Lucifer who threw the first punch.

Bam. :)