"Are you going to say something or is lumbering over me like an idiot just your kind of thing?" Crowley smiled, a bit amused, down at Mar, who—despite the chains suspending her arms and the half-dried blood slightly screwing her vision—was glaring up him. Mar twisted her wrists a bit in the chains grimacing slightly at the pain. 'Shit, they're already rubbing raw.'

"Just trying to figure out what's so special about you, love. My boys found you cuddling with my hellhounds." He scratched at his stubbled chin still looking curiously down at her blank expression. Crowley raised his eyebrow at her as she let out a soft laugh.

"Well, I was shot in the chest, woke up here. I wasn't sure where I was but," Mar moved her head back and forth in lieu of gesturing, "Kind of got an idea now. Died,hell, not such a mystery."

"Now you," He pointed at her, grinning and moving back from the wall she was tethered to, "You remind me of a squirrel I know. When you die and your twisted little soul is sent down here, you don't simply appear in the main hall. So, yes, a mystery indeed." Mar found him taxing but had to admit that he carried a certain charm with him.

"If you're waiting for me to tell you, I've got bad news for you. I have no fucking idea." Mar rolled her neck to stretch the stiff muscles as Crowley thought over her words. The strangeness of ending up near the throne room hadn't dawned on her, given that she was a bit preoccupied with hell in general. The hellhounds, Crowley, it was all pretty odd.

"Well love, for your sake, I hope that's true," His accent dripped from every word and he smirked at her in, what she assumed, was supposed to be a threatening way. Mar simply followed his steps with a dead eyed glare, her eyes lingering for a moment on the dungeon's heavy door as it slammed shut. 'Well shit.'

Nearly every one of Mar's muscles was stiff and sore and breathing didn't come easy. Her chest was tight and with each breath the half-healed wound in her side sent a shock of pain through her. "Ahh," she let out a groan as she pulled herself back to more of a sitting position, relaxing her head against the cold stone wall as the light clang of the chains echoed throughout the room. Mar mentally traced the wound on her side, grimacing a little as she remembered Crowley's torture sesion from a few days ago.

"You're quite handy with a knife. You should teach me sometime," Mar had bit out, as he simply placed the still blood covered knife back on the tray across the room.

"Alright meat sack- food," A demon had shuffled into the room, snapping her out of her thoughts. He was a skinny man who glared down out her with snarky annoyance. Mar had grown to hate the run-of-the-muck demons much more over the past few weeks. They were even worse than Crowley's little 'sessions,' always trying to act as if they were high ranking and terrifying. He set it down at Mar's feet, who only returned a glare.

"No thank you?" Mar didn't respond and He backhanded her across the face, causing a loud 'pop' to echo through the room. "You know, I could let you out at any-time," The demon maintained his grating tone of voice as he dangled a group of keys just inches from Mar's face. The keys caught her attention.

"What, you think taunting me is gonna score you marks with the king?" Mar was taunting him now, adding in a scoff, "You're nothing to him but expendable." Judging by the look on his face, it was working. He stepped forward to probably hit her again but Mar kicked him as hard as she could in the gut. The demon stumbled back with a loud grunt and dropped the keys, which Mar quickly slid next to her. He had luckily stumbled into the table and was taking a moment to collect himself as Mar bent over, retrieving the keys in her teeth and transferring them to her hand. The demon had finally gotten to his feet and his eyes darkened, glaring at her in anger. Shit, the Key wouldn't go in the lock. He rolled his neck before stepping toward her. 'And...Got it,' Mar's hand's dropped from the shackles just as the skinny demon neared her.

"Not so fast," It smeared, pinning her hard against the dungeon wall. Mar took one look into its black eyes way too close to her face and jerked her head forward, sinking her teeth hard into its neck. Adrenaline seemed to fuel an animal instinct in her as she latched on, finally pulling back with his throat still in her teeth. He let out a gargled noise as he fell to the ground. Mar spit the blood from her mouth, coughing as it ran down her chin. The demon was sprawled out on the dungeon's floor, in what was a mostly red mess. Mar's thoughts were spinning as she grimmised at the demon's sight, rubbing her hand in fleeting discussed over her stained chin. Her head spun and she stumbled back a bit, using the wall near the door to steady herself till the room stopped moving. Mar wiped at her face again before making her way slowly out of the door, hand running along the stone. Judging by the hallways she had been drug down, the dungeon was a great deal farther down than the throne room but Mar knew she probably shouldn't make her way up there. Maybe it was how deep in the earth she felt, the haze of dirty red-yellow lights, or the blood drying on her teeth, but Mar suddenly felt like she was being buried alive. She started running down the halls, turning arbitrary as her heart pounded in her ears. Mar's breathing became heavy and she stopped to catch her breath as her ears popped. Her eyes caught the large doors at the end of the hallway. They were just smaller than the ones to the throne room but much less ornate, instead looking as if they were made of thick black driftwood. Mar traced her hand along the back of her waistband, sighing as her fingers didn't make contact with a gun. She groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose before making her way to the doors. They creaked way too loudly but she squeezed through and cushioned them as they closed so they wouldn't echoe. The room was significantly larger than any of the others she had seen, how much larger she wasn't sure, because the room's edges seem to fade into a black abyss. In the center was an iron cage, held by thick chains attached to the top. Mar squinted at the cage, trying to see inside its bars only illuminated by a ring of fire surrounding them. With a flicker of a flame she saw a tall blonde figure with its back to her, standing in the cage's far corner.

"Luce?"

It was a moment of silence, as they simply looked at each other through the bars.

"What are you doing here?" He sounded genuinely confused and was holding on to the cage's bars. Mar didn't respond but walked closer to the cage. Lucifer's expression changed from surprise to worry as the fire illuminated her face, "What happened to you?"

"Oh, this-this isn't my blood," Mar spoke quietly, tracing her thumb over the dried blood on her face. Her eyes ran over the thick iron bars of the cage, flickering between them and Luce's face. Despite the situation she couldn't help but smile up at him, "It's really good to see you Luce."

"It's good to see you too, love," His somber expression broke a little with a small grin, "But still Mar, what are you doing here," The grin disappeared as quickly as it came.

"Well unfortunately this isn't a rescue mission," She attempted to lighten the mood, "I was shot in the chest and I woke up in the hallways of Hell," Mar explained bluntly, "I'm not sure why and apparently the 'orderlies' here aren't sure either." He peered at her for a while, rubbing his lip with his forefinger on his lips as he thought.

"It's because of me."

"You did this?" Mar's forehead creased, looking through the firelight in confusion.

"Not directly no. Our bond-my grace I suppose-it brought you here." Mar looked down at the stained floor, pinching the bridge of her nose, "But now that you're here, you need to leave." A sudden anger started burning in Mar's chest at his words.

"Luce, I'm not just going to leave you here."

"That may not be your blood," He pointed to the crimson on her chin, "But that is. It isn't safe for you here," She looked down to see the blood from her side leaking through her shirt. 'The running must have made is bleed again,' Mar thought to herself. His tone was cold and it hurt more than the wound.

"Against my better judgement, I actually did what you asked. I haven't tried to get you out of this literal hell hole, but I'm here now. I died, I've been tortured, and I'll be damned if you think I'm just gonna up and go without you." Her tone was bitter but she spoke with passion. The fire reflected in his eyes as he looked at Mar—who was glaring back at him. A distant sound of running caught their attention as both snapped their heads up to the door.

"This is the last place I want to be but it is not worth you. Leave," Lucifer attempted to make his words sound firm but Mar only locked her jaw and didn't move.

"And how do you suggest I do that," Mar was still angry, gesturing sarcastically about the room as she spoke as so key him into the absurdity of escaping. Lucifer began pacing around the cage, eyes down with a finger still over his lips.

"The ring I gave you, do you still have it." Mar only raised her hand to show him she was wearing it, the dark metal reflecting a reddish glare, "You can use it to leave."

"How?" She raised her eyebrow, her thumb running over the ring on her finger.

"I gave it to you because we had planned to come here and knowing you, well I didn't think you would give up your life of hunting so easily. It is engraved with enochian magic. Hell is like a different dimension not location so It enables you to leave here just as you should be able to see other creatures usually hidden from the human eye." She continued to trace the metal band, taking notice of the engraved symbols.

"So I'm what, supposed to 'Wizard of Oz' my way out of here?" Her tone still carried a remnant of bitterness but it wasn't anger that kept her cemented to the floor before the cage, that she knew. The echoing sound of heavy footsteps grew louder and Lucifer locked his eyes with hers.

"You focus on where you want to be. It may seem strange but it's similar to angelic travel."

"That seems strange too but alright. Luce," Mar broke her sentence, sounding softer but still firm as the fire reflected in her eyes, "Being locked up in a dungeon won't do either of us good but don't think for a fucking second that I'm not getting you out of here." He nodded and the large wooden doors began shaking loudly, the footsteps halted and now trying to enter. Mar locked her jaw and closed her eyes, thinking of the street outside of the bunker. She tried to focus on the trees and the pavement as the sound of the demons banging on the door pounding in her ears. Her brain felt like static as the shuffling and clanging faded into silence.