A/N the usual disclaimer and my author's note is down at the botom this time cause its a little long
Luci pov
After a while I finally convinced myself to get up and move out of the storm. There was no point in me sitting there contemplating why I hate me and my life if I would get sick from being outside. Before long time began to blend together and I felt my limbs groan in protest as I began to move. What's the point in moving though? It's not like you can go home, they obviously don't want you there and... I shook my head. It was bad enough I had to remember my fight with Michel; I didn't want to think of why else not to return home. I numbly stood up and stretched my wings and I winced at hearing them pop. I folded them back up and ran a hand through my wet hair. I should keep moving, even with the almost impossible chance of them looking for me I should find somewhere safer to spend the night. I'd rather not get something like pneumonia or the flu just because I was having my own shitty pity party... I began to walk down some of the streets that were more out of the way and I looked to the sky with a sad smile. Looks like the sky is crying for me too... I thought bitterly. Even though I was walking, my legs felt like they were weighed down by lead. When I lowered my head to look at the streets, everything seemed so dull, even the few bright colors that should've stood out seemed to blur and have a filter on them. The storm was beginning to get worse each moment that passed. A strong gust of wind blew and shook my thin frame slightly. I was shivering at this point, my clothes were practically soaked and the wind was making it so that it felt freezing.
"Stupid fucking storm..." I grumbled as another violent shutter racked my body. My dulled violet eyes roamed the barren streets. I don't know why but I was suddenly hit with this overwhelmingly strong feeling of loneliness. I feel alone... I thought upset and right on cue the other part of me replied back. That's because you are, idiot. That's what you've always been. Were you really foolish enough to believe that they cared for you? Once you fell everyone left you. Why would you think demons would be any different? They realized the trash that you were and wanted to save themselves the trouble of dealing with you as a rogue. The only time they ever wanted you was because they could use you, as a tool, a weapon, a place holder... it never stops, they never cared and you know it. Now that you have no place here, you're useless to them. As much as I wanted to stop the tidal wave of self-pity that was unleashed but no matter what I did it wouldn't stay back. Look at you, you're pitiful. I sighed and I ran a hand through my wet hair. What was the point? My steps continued to feel heavy and another blast of wind assured me that flying home wouldn't be an option. As I walked my mind wandered back toward my time in heaven and what let up to my... my fall. "I-I still need you, I'm sure God would forgive you... so please, hold on..." Michael's voice rang out in my head again. It's too late for me though, I don't need to be forgiven but... I don't think I can hold on anymore. The weight is just becoming too much and I don't know if locking things up like I have is something I can do anymore. I turned down an alley and continued my search for shelter. If I were to describe my state of mind I would go with black hole, because every hope just tends to get sucked up. For once I was cursing my "humanity". I'll be honest and say that I don't need this but honestly who cares, my complaining won't help. I'll find a way to lock it all back up, I had to...
Suddenly I felt the hairs on my neck stand on end and my heart pick up speed. Was someone watching me? I was about to turn around when I heard a very familiar voice call out.
"Hey traitor!" He sounded smug, like he had already won some game I wasn.t aware of. I turned around with a glare but even with my annoyance I couldn't hide my surprise. What the hell did he want?
"What the hell are you doing here?" I said, contempt barely hidden in my voice and I saw the winged prick have the nerve to look disgusted at my questioning him. I raised a brow in question.
"Why would I tell the likes of you? As far as I'm concerned you're the filth beneath my feet at best." He mocked, that smug look returning to his irritating face. I didn't feel like dealing with spot right now, I had enough on my plate as it is. Suddenly polka dot disappeared and I felt my pulse quicken again. Where did he go? I turned my head in search of him but it was only when I looked back in front of me when I saw him again.
"W-What the hell man?" I stuttered as he forcefully grabbed my arm holding me in place for now. Shit why the hell am I freaking out, we kicked this guy's butt before so why am I so wary of him now?
"What are you doing?! Didn't you learn the last time we kicked your ass?" I stated as I tried to forcefully pull my arm out of his grasp. I saw his cold purple eyes hardened into a glare and his grip tightened on my arm more. I could feel the circulation being cut off. When had he gotten so strong? The moon wasn't even out let alone full so he shouldn't have the power that I could feel coming off him
"I wouldn't provoke the one with all the power now would I, Morning Star?" He stated and tilted his head, his blue hair covering part of his face.
"Let. Me. Go." I practically yelled as I tried desperately to pull my arm out of his grip. This was bad, really bad.
"Now why would I do that? Especially when I put all the effort into finding you~" He taunted and he had a chuckle in his voice. He found this funny? When I get my hands on- I suddenly felt the buildup of celestial powers and I knew whatever was about to go down wasn't good. Not with a power build up like he has at the moment.
"J-Just leave me the hell alone!" I shouted in an attempt to distract him. It didn't work. I felt the magic wrap around me and felt the ground begin to shift. I looked around desperately trying to find a way out. I had just spotted Maou running down an alley, with a desperate look on his face when the magic took us away. When we arrived I could feel my energy draining, transporting took a lot of energy from both parties if done incorrectly or rushed and because I had already wasted a lot of energy outside and was weak from the storm and lack of food I could feel my consciousness slowly begin to fade. But not before I saw and heard who Sariel brought me to.
"Good work, any... Mishaps?" a deeper but unmistakable voice called out. I barely felt the shiver that ran down my spine as I recognized who that was
"It all went according to plan... Olba" he said in reply and it was with that I blacked out; leaving the conscious world for one that would give me a blissful break from the world, if only for a little while.
A/N So now our kidnapper's identity has been revealed, did any of you lovely people expect the twist or guess who I was talking about?
( I didn't put many hints now that I look back on it though *sweat drops*)? Also just wanted to say thanks to all those who've Favorited/followed/reviewed so far, I appreciate the feedback on what I can improve and stuff. And also a shout out to CupcakeGangsta and a guest who pointed out a mistake I make in uploading ( new author is still getting used to website system :3) so I will see you next time, till then read on~
