The light from his bedroom shined brightly against the golden zippo lighter he held up in his hand, Sunny was sleeping snuggly on his chest. He turned it around in his fingers, running his thumb over the crest. It was a shield with three diamond shapes in it, a knights' helmet resting on top of the shield, with some kind of lush foliage wrapping around it and sitting atop the knights helmet was a hawk or an eagle with its wings spread wide open.
"Who's your owner?" he asked the lighter, folding his other arm behind his head. "If I knew I could give you back and thank him for saving my life."
Sunny cracked open an eye and made a sound that caused Lucien to chuckle.
"Yeah I know I'm going a little nutty." He said, reaching up and rubbing the imps back, making him purr and go back to sleep. He shut his eyes, letting the hand with the lighter fall on his chest, the lights in his room flicking off thanks to Sunny. It was extremely late and he had to get up early tomorrow for another day in the fields.
Suddenly Sunny's ears twitched and he lifted his head, a low growl escaping his throat. Lucien sat up right, the imp sliding down to his lap. "What's the matter Sunny?"
"Outside. Bad man." He growled, going to the window with his human trailing after him.
Lucien looked outside in time to see the porch light flicker on and he felt his blood freeze in his veins seeing the last person in the world he wanted to right now. Robert; carrying a bright red can of gasoline. "Oh fuck no." he snarled, jerking his head up and grinning when the can flew up and hit the man in the head.
Robert groaned as he slowly sat up and rubbed his head, muttering swears under his breath.
"I sure hope to hell that you weren't trying to do what I thought you were." The voice made him freeze and he looked up to glare harshly at the white haired youth as he slowly floated his way down to the ground. "You have a beef with me I don't care." Lucien snarled when his bare feet touched the ground. "But you leave them out of this." He growled, throwing his hand out behind him to motion to the dark and silent house.
"They've become tainted with your evil."
"There are children in there!" Lucien almost yelled, moving his hand up in the air, Roberts's body flying up from the motion. He threw his hand to the side and sent the man back the earth, watching him tumble across it. "How the hell can you justify killing them?" he asked, slowly walking toward the man who tried to get back up but Lucien used his powers to keep him down on the ground. "There is no excuse. I read your so-called holy book. In it nowhere does it say to kill innocent children." He muttered darkly, stopping when he was next to the man struggling to get up.
Sunny jumped up from out of his shadow and grinned at the man before turning around and kicking dirt in his face. He then moved to start jumping on his back, cackling softly to himself as he raked his claws on the mans back; tearing at his clothes and lightly cutting into his skin.
"Sunny that's enough." Lucien said, the imp jumping off the mans back, still grinning down at him. "Despite that I'm not going to hurt you anymore than I already have." He tilted his head up and the man rose up to his feet. "Now get the fuck out of here before I change my-gachk!" his face contorted into pain when he suddenly felt electricity surging through his body.
Sunny's eyes went wide watching Lucien fall to his knees then face first into the dirt. He growled at the human standing behind him, holding some kind of gun like weapon with wires coming out of it and leading to Lucien's twitching body. He looked up and quickly ran away from the hands that tried to grab him, running on all fours back to Lucien's shadow.
"Don't let the beast return to its home in his shadow." Robert ordered, his partner dropping his Taser and rushing forward to kick the small creature away from Lucien's shadow. Sunny tumbled across the ground until he came to a stop, barely able to shake his head before he was snatched up in a thick leather jacket. He growled and clicked his tongue loudly as he struggled to cut his way through the jacket. Robert quickly moved across the front yard with the devil while his companion picked Lucien up under his arm and started to run with him toward the car parked a few yards away from the house.
Robert shoved the small creature into a waiting cage in the back of the car while Lucien was dumped into the trunk. They had both just gotten into the car when Andrew suddenly burst forth from the front door with a shotgun in his hand. "HEY! STOP!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, running toward the car with the shotgun pointed at it as it sped off with a loud rev of its engine. He lowered the weapon when he couldn't get a clean shot and he didn't know where Lucien was in the car. "Damnit! Martha call the sheriff! Hurry!"
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Jessica stared out of the front window of the house, watching her father in his robe yell at the sheriff while her mother was rubbing her forehead tiredly. This all seemed so surreal. She heard about people being kidnapped or abducted in the news, but to actually see it unfolding in front of you and it's someone you know and care about…
She rubbed her eyes feeling tears well up in them and moved away from the window to sit down on the couch.
"Jess'ca?" hearing the tired call of her name she quickly rubbed her tears away with her sleeve and turned to her little brother as he walked up to her and climbed into her lap. "Why's everyone being noisy?" he asked her with a frown.
"Um, well," she tried to think of something to say, but how do you explain that someone was kidnapped and not traumatize a little kid? "You see Trevy…Lucien is…lost!"
He looked up at her and blinked his sleepy eyes. "He got lost?"
"Yes, he got lost and everyone is going to go find him." She assured him, feeling a little bad that she was lying to him, but it was the best way she could think to break the news and it was kind of true.
"Ooh, can I help?"
She shook her head. "No, it's only for big people. Come on let's get you back into bed." She said while standing up and moving him so she had him balanced on her hip.
"Will Lotion be back soon?"
"Y-yeah! Real soon! You know the sheriff is a great finder of things!"
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Cold water thrown on his face jolted him awake, his eyes snapping open and looking around wildly seeing dirt and straw on the ground and some wooden beams before he was grabbed by the front of his shirt and pulled up to look into the grinning face of his captor. He growled at the man and tried to move his hands, but found them tightly tied behind his back with rough twine, same with his ankles. "Let me go you psycho!" Lucien shouted in his face before he was roughly thrown down onto the ground. He glared up at him and tried to use his powers, but all he could do was barely ruffle Roberts' clothes. Why am I so-? His eyes went wide and he looked down at his shadow. "Wh-what'd you do with Sunny!" he yelled, grunting when the man kicked him in the stomach.
"Silence heretic." He sneered. "I thought you got your unholy powers from that devil. So I tried to kill it, but to no avail." He stepped to the side and Lucien's eyes zeroed in on the small cage in the corner, containing a weakly panting Sunny. They might not have the equipment to kill him, but Lucien could tell that Sunny had somehow made it so that he received all of the pain instead of sharing it with Lucien. That coupled with being so far from him, the poor thing was extremely weak. "Funny, I thought the two of you were connected, but you didn't react to the hits."
"You," he growled through gritted, his bound hands clutching into tight fists. "You're the monster not me!"
"Silence!" He bellowed before kicking the young man in the bottom of his chin and making his head snap back. "Once you are ridden of this world, the spell you casted upon the town will be lifted."
Lucien glared up at him, blood trickling out of the corner of his mouth from his teeth biting his lip from the kick.
The sight of the devils blood sent the same rush as before through his body. He lifted his foot and slammed it down on the side of his head, grinding the heel into his skull and the sound he made caused the grin on his face to grow. He continued to stomp and kick the bound body at his feet, hitting him harder when he tried to muffle his cries of pain. "Sing your pain demon!" he yelled. "Let your master Satan hear it deep within the bowels of Hell!"
"Nngh! Fuck you!" Lucien grunted out, spitting the blood that had collected in his mouth on the mans pants.
"Foul beast!" he growled in disgust, kneeling down and grabbing him by his blood splattered collar. He pulled him up enough to land a well-planted punch on his cheek, sending him onto his side in the dirt of the barn. Robert stopped for a moment to catch his breath, his eyes roaming over the lightly shivering form on the ground. White hair now a dirty gray with splashes of blood mixed with the dirt, the new color pleasing him. It showed how dirty the demon truly was.
Lucien coughed, a mixture of blood and saliva pooling out of his mouth and in the dirt and straw. Fuck I need to get out of this. He thought as he was turned to lay on his back and his eyes found something that both disturbed him and gave him an idea. He grinned up at the man, startling him slightly. "You seem to be taken by this filthy demon. You get off on beating me up there old man?" he asked, nodding his head toward the bulge in Roberts pants. "Seems like you're easily tempted into sin as well. Would you like me to suck you off?" he stated with a mocking tone before licking his lips. "I'm very good with my mouth."
His eyes widened in horror and he stumbled back away from the smirking devil. "Wh-what've you done to me!"
"Apparently brought out your true self!" Lucien said with a laugh. "Do you like making me bleed? I bet you would love to stick your cock in my ass! Or would you like mine in yours?"
"Si-silence!" he yelled, pressing his hands over his ears.
"Oh now you want me to be quiet? But you enjoyed hearing me grunt and moan a minute ago. When was the last time you jerked off pal?"
Robert screamed loudly and quickly ran out of the barn, away from the smiling demon and his mocking laughter.
Lucien's face quickly became serious and he turned his head around, looking for something to cut him free. "Hang on Sunny I'll get us out of this." He muttered to the imp, his eyes finally landing on an old hatchet on a wall behind him. "Bingo." He smirked before his face became one of extreme concentration. He didn't have a lot of power, but he theorized he could do small things if he put a lot of focus on it. For a few long minutes the hatchet only shook before it fell off of the wall and onto the ground. He tried to move it over to him but despite his extreme concentration it wouldn't budge. "Damnit." He grunted.
It hurt to move but he pushed passed the pain and used his bound feet to push himself backwards toward the hatchet. He had to be quick, he was sure that after Robert stopped his freak out he would just come charging back in, angrier than before. Finally he reached the hatchet and he turned himself onto his side, pressing his ties against the dull blade and starting to move it up and down. "Come on, come on." He muttered, sweat beading on his brow and making the dirt and blood caked on it run down his face.
He felt the twine start to snap off and he pressed into the blade harder, eyes darting where the mad man ran out before looking behind him at what he was doing. The rest of the twine snapped off and he let out a cry of success, grabbing the hatchet from behind him and struggling to sit up before he started to rub the blade into the twine around his ankles. Hearing the creak of wood his head snapped up and saw Robert had returned and quickly found where he was.
"Hey!" he shouted, running toward him as Lucien pushed down harder on the hatchet and cut the rest of the twine. He sprung up to his feet and slammed into the mans chest, sending him crashing to the floor.
He tried to jump over him but a hand grabbed onto one of his rope burned ankles and he fell face first into the dirt. Lucien turned onto his back before Robert tried to grab him and hold him down. "Get off of me!" he screamed, making his voice crack as he tried to fight the larger man off.
Robert growled having a hard time pinning the devil to the floor. Finally he released the boy's hands and grabbed onto his neck, squeezing with all his might.
Lucien coughed loudly, kicking out harder and grabbing onto the mans face, pulling at it and clawing his skin with his blunt fingernails. The grip only tightened and he saw spots dance in his vision as a sense of dizziness came over him.
He released his grip on the slim neck when Lucien's hands fell down limply to the ground. He panted heavily staring down at the motionless body beneath him, the slight rise and fall of his chest and the sound of his wheezing breath informing him the devil was still alive. He swallowed thickly feeling the stirring in his loins and slowly turned the young man over, steadily pulling down his sweatpants to reveal the globes of flesh underneath. He ran his hand over the smooth skin before seemingly snapping out of a trance. "This demon." He growled, standing up and grabbing onto the devils arms to drag him to another part of the barn. "I'll make you pay for tempting me into sin."
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"Missing?" He repeated around the lit cigarette balanced on his lips.
"Yeah. Since last night."
"Feh, it's a little disturbing how quickly word can spread through this town." He huffed, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and grinding it out in the ashtray next to him. "It was that religious whacko wasn't it?"
"Seems like it. Can we leave now?"
"Leave?"
"Well since the kid is missing and probably dead by now, shouldn't we leave?"
He smirked rising up from his chair. "No we won't be leaving. I want to see how this all turns out for the little diavolo."
"Are you going somewhere?"
"Yes, we are going on a field trip." He answered, his hand reaching out for the leather belt on the back of his chair. "Whatever this thing is, it led me to him the first time."
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"Ah!" this time he was jarred awake by a sharp pain in his ribs. He opened his eyes and found himself staring at a rotten wood, looking up and saw that his hands were bound above his head and to a wooden beam.
A hand grabbed his chin and tilted his head back, making him wince from his sore neck. "Finally awake demon?" Robert asked him in a mocking tone of voice. "You…you tempted me with your flesh." He said with a chuckle that put Lucien on edge. "But that's because you looked like a woman with such long hair." He tugged on the now extremely short and slightly spiky hair on the back his head. Though that was hardly on Lucien's mind now.
"What are you planning?" he muttered before his face was pressed into the wood again and he was finally aware that he wasn't wearing a shirt. "I'm not afraid of you, you know!" he shouted when the hand moved away from his head and he looked over his shoulder to see what the man was doing. His eyes went wide seeing a fire lit in an old kiln.
"Even if I can't kill you." The man said softly, Lucien barely able to hear him as he put on a pair of fireproof gloves. "I will make it so no one will be fooled by you again." He chuckled, grabbing the iron rod stick out of the fire and pulled out a large cross made of just two pieces of iron rod, glowing a bright angry red.
Lucien's eyes went wide and he understood why he was tied the way he was. He pulled harshly on his bounds, digging his feet into the ground and trying to pull himself free.
"Ho-ho look who's afraid now." The man smirked, walking toward him with the cross turned upside down. "Hold still. This is going to hurt."
"N-no! No!" He screamed pulling harder on his restraints. He felt the intense burn of the hot iron almost instantly when it was pressed against his already heavily scarred back. The sound of his sizzling flesh drowned out by his loud howl of pain.
Robert pulled the iron away and took a moment to admire the freshly made mark on the shivering back. It was placed perfectly along his spine with the arms of the cross extending out at his waist, the top leading down to the cleft of his ass. "There was that so bad?" he asked with a smirk.
Suddenly the trembling abruptly stopped and he raised an eyebrow. "You want a demon." He heard the young man hiss softly. "Fine." An odd sounding chuckle came from his throat that made Robert take a step back.
Lucien tilted his head back impossibly far, a large grin on his face and his eyes shut for a few moments before they snapped open to reveal glowing white eyes. "I'll show youa demon."
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"Whoa!" The driver slammed on the breaks when a large dust cloud began to form up ahead of them. The cloud slowly taking the form of a tornado that climbed up in height toward the late afternoon sky. "Is…Did that tornado just build itself from the ground up?"
"Go towards it."
"What!"
"That's where he is. Now start driving before I shoot you."
"A-alright."
The tornado didn't last very long, it quickly dissipated as soon as it appeared, but as they grew closer smoke began to trickle into the sky. As they got even closer it became apparent that a barn was engulfed in large bright flames.
The black car stopped a safe distance from the fire and he got out of the passenger side, taking a few steps toward the burning building.
"You aren't going to run in there are you?" his driver asked, looking at him rather alarmed.
He smirked and pointed to the building. "I don't need to. Look."
A small figure slowly emerged from within the fire, their body completely black with glowing bright white eyes staring in front of them. A beam broke off over head and fell down onto an invisible dome around the figure as it continued to walk out of the barn, a person slung over their right shoulder.
"Wh-what is that thing?" the driver asked, taking a step back while he took a step forward, grinning at the sight before him.
"That's power."
The figure walked forward until it was half way between the burning building and the parked car. It dropped its baggage on the ground, the man letting out a groan as a result before opening his eyes and looking up at the pitch black figure standing over him. His eyes went wide and he quickly backed away from it. "D-demon! Devil!" he shouted, pointing a shaking finger as the figure narrowed it's white eyes.
"Hey! Don't go near it!" he ignored his panicking driver and continued to walk toward the black figure, kicking the sputtering man on the ground when he passed him.
"Be quiet you." He growled down at the cowering weakling before turning his attention to the motionless human shaped being before him. He took one more step but stopped when a hiss sprung for from the creature, it's glowing eyes narrowing further.
"Wielder." It growled, taking a step back before slamming its foot on the ground. A shockwave of air rushed toward them and he held up his arms to protect his face from the sudden blast.
When it calmed, he lowered his arms and scowled slightly seeing that his target was completely gone. The scowl steadily turned into a smirk. "You can't be rid of me that easily little diavolo."
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Lucien panted as he tiredly stumbled down the side of the road he had found. It was in the middle of the night and not even the biting cold could take away the searing pain of the brand burning into his spine. "Co-come on." He panted, falling to his knees on the road and bracing his hands out in front of him. "Someone…has to…drive by."
He didn't remember how he had gotten where he was. He had woken up on the side of the road just as the sun was setting. Whatever happened, he was glad to finally be away from that insane man.
He slowly lowered his tired and battered body onto the road. "I need…Just a minute…that's all." He muttered softly, his eyes falling shut and his mind descending into darkness.
He didn't wake when the light from head lights appeared on him, but he did when a loud siren sounded for a few seconds. He sat up quickly, making him hiss in pain as the burn on his back throbbed harshly. He held his hand up to shield his eyes from the bright light, trying to make heads or tails of the car slowing to a park. He heard a car door slam shut and the crackle of a radio before a figure entered his field of vision. "Wh-who are you?" he asked, unable to see the person clearly.
"I'm with the sheriff." He heard a mans voice grunt and he almost instantly relaxed.
"Thank whatever God there is!" he breathed while slowly pushing himself up. He didn't see the fist that hit him and the sudden strike made him stumble back until he fell down on the dirt next to the road. "Wh-what the hell!"
"Our town was perfectly fine before you showed up!" he heard the officer yell and he felt anger rise up in his chest. "Before the others come I'm going to give you a sound beating, maybe then you'll take the hint and leave!" the man buried his boot in his already bruised side and sent him flat on his back in the dirt, making him cry out because of the fresh burn on his back. The man kicked him onto his stomach and whistled at the burn on his back. "Wowie, Robert sure did do a number on you. Hehe no one will be able to tell the difference between the bruises he gave you and the ones I'll leave."
Lucien dug his fingers into the dirt, gritting his teeth so hard that he thought they might crack. "Please. Stop." He growled.
"What was that? Please hit you? Alright!" he said before kicking the burn on his back.
Lucien's eyes widened in anger and he sprung up from his feet, yelling loudly as he hit the man in the cheek, using his powers to make it extra hard. "I am sick and tired of people hitting me!" each word was broken up by hit after hit to the rather portly officer until he fell down. He jumped onto his stomach and grabbed his shirt, continuing to beat on him and using his powers to make sure that he couldn't reach for the weapons on his belt. "I laid down and took it! But no more!"
By the time another officer appeared and pulled Lucien off of him the police man was close to being unconscious and Lucien had a small amount of blood on his knuckles. "He attacked me first!" he yelled at the officer as he pulled him back from his groaning brother in arms.
"Quiet!" the man grunted, slamming his head down on the hood of his squad car, wincing at the sight of the burn on his back but took out his handcuffs anyway. "Sorry kid but you're under arrest for assault of a police officer."
"WHAT!" he shouted as he was pulled up from the hood and lead toward the back of squad car. "Bu-but he struck me first! He was going to beat me! I was defending myself!"
"Watch your head and don't lean back against the seat, you'll just irritate that burn." The officer told him in a monotone voice as he sat him in the back of the car. "Look I'll get ya to a hospital, but I still have to charge you."
"But-but."
"It'll go to court. You might not be convicted." He said before shutting the door and going to his radio. "I've found the kid but I got an officer down, I repeat officer down." He stated into the radio walking over to his fallen comrade and leaving a wide eyed Lucien in the back of his car.
"I…I hate my life." He whispered, pressing his forehead against the piece Plexiglas that separated the two halves of the car.
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"Sorry sir but no visitors." The uniformed officer said, stepping in front of the shut door and blocking the path of the blonde haired man holding a bouquet of flowers.
He raised an almost bored eyebrow before slipping a small wad of hundreds into the officer's hand. The man looked down at the cash before quietly pocketing it and stepping aside.
He silently opened the door and shut it quietly behind him. He almost grinned at the sight of the young man sitting on the edge of the window. The morning light of the sun shining in his short white hair and giving it an almost unearthly glow. The back of his hospital gown was slightly open and he ran his eyes over the massive amount of bandages on that lithe back. He looked toward the bed, seeing the restraints they must have had him in laying harmlessly on the bed and the IV silently dripping its contents onto the floor.
"I hope you aren't thinking of jumping." He said, breaking the silence and snapping the young man out of whatever trance he'd gotten himself into. "I would have wasted five hundred dollars."
"Who the hell are you?" Lucien asked warily, turning around on the window sill and eyeing the man who appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties that entered. He was very tall, a head taller than Lucien with well kept golden blonde hair smoothed back and a small wave in the front. He had a well defined strong jawline with a small layer of stubble along it. Bright blue eyes were looking at him strangely, he didn't know how to place what it was and it was making him on edge.
"What? You don't recognize the face of the man that saved you from drowning?" he asked in a deep smooth voice that had an accent that Lucien couldn't place.
Black eyes widened and he hopped off the window sill and ran up to the man. "That was you?" he asked a bright smile on his face and his eyes almost dancing with glee.
"Yes, I want my lighter back by the way." He said with a chuckle, taking a step back when the slightly shorter male hugged him.
"Thank you so much!" he said, his voice slightly muffled by the dark suit the man was wearing. Realizing how he was acting he quickly pulled away with a cough. "I mean." He placed his arms by his side and bowed to the amused man. "Thank you very much for saving me."
"Gold man!" Sunny's voice suddenly chirped from his shadow and Lucien's eyes widen when he sprung forth from the darkness of his shadow, surprising the blonde man enough to take another step back. "Gold man!"
"Oh so you can talk?" he asked with a raised eyebrow at the happy looking…thing.
"I-I." Lucien stammered for an explanation as he tried to push Sunny back down into his shadow, but the persistent little imp just ran out from his hands and under his hospital bed.
"Relax." He said, putting his arm out to stop the young man from chasing after his little companion. "I saw it when I pulled you both out of that churches font. I thought it was a cat at first." He tilted his head to the side watching the black creature slowly emerge from under the bed. "What is it?"
"Um, he's, uh." Lucien scratched at the gauze wrapped around his wrist, trying to think up an explanation. "I call him an imp. He's, um, an extension of me basically and all of my negative emotions."
"You must not be very negative. He's puny." He chuckled when the imp stuck his tongue out at him.
"Mean gold man!"
"Why does he keep calling me that?"
"He doesn't know your name and that's the best way he can describe someone. He can talk, but he's a bit like a baby when it first learns to speak. But he doesn't grow out of it." He explained, Sunny trotting out from under the bed and jumping into Lucien's arms. "His name is Sunny." he said with a small smile, rubbing the purring imp's head.
"Well I suppose I should introduce myself." He held out his free hand and Lucien hesitantly took it. "My name is Dante Contiello. What's yours?"
"Lucien." He uttered softly, letting his hand fall back to his side when the man let go of it.
"Lucien?" Dante repeated, rubbing his chin and looking at the bed. "Here these are for you." He said handing over the bouquet of black flowers to the young man.
"Th-thank you." He stuttered, trying to juggle the bouquet and the content imp in his arms. He sniffed one of the black flowers that branched off from the one long green stem and smiled at the smell. "They smell so nice."
"They're black orchids." Dante explained, picking up his chart and looking it over. "Your chart says your name is John Doe."
"Are you allowed to be looking at that?" Lucien questioned, setting the flowers on the bed along with Sunny.
"If I say I am."
Lucien huffed and sat on the bed, pulling the flowers into his lap and starting to study them. "I have amnesia." He muttered, fingering the smooth petal of one of the orchids, noticing that it had a bit of a red tint to it rather than being truly black. "I don't know my real name. I have a tattoo on me that says saint Lucien, so I just went with that. Better than being called a John Doe all the time."
Dante laughed and set the chart back down. "Are you aware how incredibly ironic that is?"
"If there is a god he doesn't like me very much." He sighed before realizing something. "Hey wait a second, how did you get in here? I'm under police custody."
"Remember that five hundred dollar's I mentioned? That's how much richer that fine police man out there is." The blonde said with a wave of his hand. "Speaking of which, seems like you've gotten yourself into a lot of trouble."
The paper wrapped around the black orchids crinkled when he tightened his grip on them and glared at his lap. "He hit me first. He said he was going to beat me and no one would be able to tell he did. I got so angry, I just attacked him and punched him until he was almost unconscious."
"Ah, another fine example of this towns police force." He stated sarcastically, walking to stand in front of Lucien, tilting his chin up and taking a look at the dark ugly bruises that nearly completely covered his neck. "Life seems to be beating on you non stop doesn't it?"
He felt heat rise to his cheeks and turned his head free from light grip. "I'm kinda wishing you didn't pull me out of that water right now." He grumbled, setting the bouquet down, Sunny sitting up on the bed and whining softly until Lucien rubbed his head.
"Sunny loves Lucien." He crooned happily.
"Lucien loves Sunny too." He murmured with a soft smile on his face but a sad look in his eyes.
"Such sad eyes." Dante observed sitting down next to him on the hospital bed. "You look like they already convicted you."
"They might as well have." He sighed, rubbing at his face tiredly. "I already know the jury will take the police man's word over mine. I was told that I would be raped in prison." He looked up at the other man with a frown. "That's not true right?"
"Oh no, it's very true." He stated, reaching a hand up to tug on one of the long locks of hair that framed his face. "Pretty boy like you doesn't stand a chance." He watched him put his head into his bandaged hands. "Unless, of course, that pretty boy had some kind of secret power."
Lucien's head snapped up and looked at him with wide eyes. "You're beginning to make me uneasy."
"I apologize for that." Dante pushed white bangs from his face making the young man flinch slightly. "But from what I've seen, you seem to be a powerhouse."
He leaned away from the man and picked up Sunny, holding him to his chest. "What have you seen?" he asked in a low tone.
"I saw objects levitating around in a circle when that man tried to drown you. Then I saw you look like a you version of that little imp you have there."
He frowned at the second one. "What are you talking about a me version of Sunny?"
Dante raised an eyebrow. "You don't remember that? Odd, you spared the man a fiery death, I thought you knew what you were doing. But then you called me a wielder and disappeared."
Lucien's eyes went wide and he scrambled away from the bed. "Y-you're a wielder?" he stuttered, pressing his back against one of the walls and ignoring the pain from his back.
"So you might know what this thing is." Dante said standing up and unbuttoning his suit jacket, pulling it aside to reveal the brown leather belt around his waist with several small pouches on it. "It lead me to you, you know."
Sunny growled before jumping into Lucien's shadow as his shaking legs gave out from under him and he fell to the floor, covering his head with his arms. "Please don't hurt us!"
This could be either interesting or very troubling. He thought, rubbing his chin as he walked over and knelt down before the shuddering male. "No need to be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you. I don't even know what it is, all I do know is that I can't get rid of it and it seems to like you."
He shook his head, almost curling himself up into a ball against the wall. "I'm not going to believe that! People always say they won't hurt me but then they hurt me!"
Damnit, this isn't going as I planned. I think he's more terrified of me than the man that tortured him. He sat down next to him on the floor and grabbed his arm when he tried to run away. "Uh-uh little diavolo." He tsked, pulling him down onto his lap with his injured back against his chest and wrapping his arms around the terrified young man to keep him there. "I've gone to a lot of trouble to get this close to you, I won't have you running away again."
Lucien gulped, wrapping his arms around himself to try and stop his shaking. "Please don't hurt us." He pleaded softly.
"Stop shaking. I'm not interested in scared little puppies." He said firmly with a frown on his face. "I'm not going to hurt you, now calm down and explain to me what a wielder is."
He slowly stopped shaking and looked up at him curiously. "You really don't know?"
Dante nodded. "I really don't know what you're talking about or what you're afraid of. All that's in this belt is a gauntlet. How it fits in there escapes me."
The door slowly opened and a hushed voice said, "You need to leave. Doctor is coming in five minutes." Before the door shut again.
"Seems like our time for today has run out." Dante muttered, standing up with the injured young man in his arms and carried him over to the bed. "We wouldn't want them to know you can escape these straps now do we?" he asked, carefully strapping the leather and cloth restrains around his injured wrists. He moved the flowers from the bed to a stand next to it.
Lucien tugged on the restraints and glared at them with a growl, tired of always being tied up. A hand gently grabbed his chin and he was suddenly looking in bright blue eyes. "I'll come back tomorrow, prepare an explanation for me hmm?" he said in a low tone of voice. "If you do I'll give you a little reward." He murmured, gently dragging his thumb over his plump pale pink lower lip.
Black eyes blinked rapidly as a blush rose up to his cheeks, his mouth silently opening and shutting as he watched the amused man leave.
"Until tomorrow little diavolo." He said as he left, winking at him before shutting the door.
Lucien stared at the door before letting his head fall back with a groan. "Ugh, fuck me."
Dante couldn't hide his smirk as he met up with his right hand man, Jeremiah Martinez, who was waiting down the hall. "You look happy, did it go well?"
"Depends on what you mean by well." Dante said to him. "He's afraid of me and seems to be a little damaged mentally."
"Why are you smirking then?"
He pointed to the odd belt around his waist. "He knows what this is, he'll give me an explanation tomorrow."
"I sense an 'and' at the end of that sentence." The man said opening the door to the outside for him.
"And he has an…bellezza strana to him."
He rolled his eyes. "You know I don't know Italian."
"He has an odd beauty to him." He explained, still smirking.
Jeremiah tsked in disapproval. "Do you really think this kid can be a valuable asset or do you just want to screw him?"
"Both."
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