Chapter 5: Dirty Bastard

Lyrisa woke as she felt something touch her face. But the first thing she realized was that she wasn't at Adam's anymore. there was a bright light, blinding her momentarily as she opened her eyes. She was lying down on a metal table.

"What is this?"

"You don't remember?" Said a voice from beside her, she jumped. "We ran into each other earlier. Silly girl, giving up your soul like that."

Lyrisa didn't understand what was happening, what he meant... Who he was. "Wh-where am I?" She asked.

The man in front of her looked around before he replied. "In a safe place... A quiet place."

Lyrisa sat up with difficulty, her head hurt like hell. "Dammit." She whispered. "What did you give me?"

"Oh, I didn't give you anything." He stated.

Lyrisa looked at him, worried. "Then what did you do to me?" She just realized that she was only wearing her underwear.

"We just talked... Mostly." He added with a sneaky grin, sending shivers down her spine.

She looked away. "Where's Adam?"

His smile faded slightly. "You don't have to keep turning your life upside down for him anymore." She had her back to him and he stared at the back of her head, his smile returned. "That's over."

She realized who he was and her heart sank. How had he found her?

Lyrisa glanced at a cracked mirror the other side of the table, and the first thing she saw were bruises on her arm, neck and shoulder.

"Don't worry, We- I had a good time." He told her.

Lyrisa looked down at the finger print shaped bruises on her wrists and whispered. "Dirty Bastard."

She picked up a knife, beside the mirror and as fast as she could attempted to stab him with it.

But the devil was too quick for her. He grabbed her wrist. "I'm not gonna give up on him." She whimpered, trying to sound braver than she felt, unsuccessfully. The tears didn't help.

Lucifer was practically crushing her wrist. He looked into her eyes for a moment, then to her surprise, he lifted her off the table and crushed her against the wall, making her grip on the knife vanish.

He grabbed her chin with his free hand and lifted her up a little bit lower than his eye level.

"This isn't about you and Adam. He is nothing. He is fly, with a lifespan of a fly." He stated sternly. "You'll never see him again. You can run away, but you'll always come back."

His lips were getting closer and closer, but his voice was seductive. No. He sounded angry at her.

"You mean I'll keep leaving you..." He gripped her wrist and her chin harder. "And you'll always have to drag me back."

He chuckled then kissed her forehead. He let her go, and she almost fell over, she was at least two heads smaller than he was, so it wasn't exactly a graceful landing.

Lucifer placed both hands on the table, clearly thinking about something. Lyrisa saw this as her chance to escape, the door was already open, so it wasn't like she was locked in.

Half way to the door, his voice stopped her. "I hope you're not going back to Windom. Or should I say back 'home'... That chance went a long time ago." He stated.

Lyrisa stood, staring at the door way. "He'll hate you forever." She could feel fresh tears falling from her eyes again.

He shook his head. "No, you'll hate me forever. Adam will won't live that long." Lyrisa's vision became blurry. "And, Adam won't know. To him you'll always be the little fairy girl who traded her soul and vanished when the going got tough."

Lyrisa still didn't turn around, she couldn't bare to look at him. "I'll never keep you're secrets." She stated as calmly as she could.

Lucifer frowned. "Hm...What about your brother and that red head friend of yours, Lyrisa?" He asked. "Would you keep my secrets for them?"

Lyrisa's heart sank, how did he know so much about the people she cared about more than anything in the world? "Its tiresome, I know. But I'll kill them if I have to." He wasn't joking.

"No!" She shouted. "No..." She whimpered, knowing that raising her voice to Satan wasn't a good idea. "Kill me instead." She begged.

Lucifer, now leaning on the table behind him. He looked her up and down, taking in every detail, including the flowery pattern on her bra.

"No..." He stated. "No thank you... I like this." He gestured to her tears. "This is good."