This chapter is really just about Ella and Lucys relationship, and to be honest it kind of got a little sad during Ellas second part (you`ll see what I mean), and I don`t know about you guys, but after I wrote it I kind of got all emotional for Lucy. Oh and eh, spoiler: stuff happens o-o no not full on smut stuff... but stuff? Eh you`re innocent minds will be fine.

Oh random funny story time; last night I was trying to find Lucifer one shots (don`t judge me XD) and I could only find Lucifer x Sam, which was kind of disappointing because I personally hate that ship . If Sam belongs with any guy, it`s Gabriel... but please... any straight Lucy one shots anyone? Nope... nada... nu... aw T-T

Anyways since were on the topic of oneshots and smut XD (Sorta...?) I`ll just remind you guys that this is a mature story :3 and eventually there will be smut too, preferably sooner than later, but I`m afraid of rushing so it`ll probably be later... Alright, I think this useless notification has gone far enough :D onto the story.

Disclaimer: I own everything... just kidding of course... I cry every time.

Enjoy my darlings C:

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Ella

"What the hell have you done...?" Lucifer blinked at his newly decorated office. Decorated by who, you ask? Well yours truly: me. There were now plushy bean bags instead of chairs, and instead of a desk, I got him a coffee table so he`d be able to reach while sitting on the bean bags. There was also a couch against the wall on the other side of the room, a flat screen on the opposite wall and a 'hang in there' cat poster on the door. But my favourite touch was definitely the fluffy baby blue carpet.

"I decorated." I shrugged, I knew he hated it, heck I styled it this way so he`d hate it. And why would I do that? Because apparently I enjoy annoying him. And on the bright side I had nothing to lose, it was him who paid for it all too.

"Aw, you don`t like it?" I faked a pout "That hurts."

"I`ll be hurting a lot more than your feelings if you don`t take this stuff down." he replied, but he seemed more amused than angry.

Before I could respond, Crowley came in through the door, stopping abruptly as he noticed the new interior.

"Love what you`ve done with the place." he commented.

"What do you want?" Lucifer grumbled, clearly not amused anymore.

"I`ve always wanted a pony..." the British demon thought to himself "But that`s not why I`m here... just wondering what happened to our beloved red head?"

"Well if you`d like, I can tell you what will happen to her." he replied.

Before their conversation could continue, my phone buzzed. The two watched as I awkwardly pulled it out and glanced at the screen. It was a text from Quinn: At the bunker with the brothers, where the hell are you? Are you okay? Are you with Lucifer? Oh am I interrupting a sex session? My bad.. my bad... No, but really: are you alright Ella?"

At this moment I was just so glad nobody else could read that.

"I really should get going..." I finally said.

"About time." Lucifer shrugged.

I rolled my eyes, but he extended a hand forward and I took it willingly. In a blur I found myself back in the bunker with Lucifer by my side. Standing in front of us was Sam, Dean and Quinn, who all seemed a bit startled when they laid eyes on the devil. To be honest by now I thought they`d get used to it.

"I`ll never get used to this..." Sam muttered, eyeing the devil awkwardly. Well that answers my question.

"I`m offended Sam." Lucifer faked a hurt look then glanced at me "Guess I`ll leave you to it, I`ve got an office to redecorate."

With that he disappeared and I managed to hide my smirk from the confused Winchesters.

"How`d he know where the bunker is?!" Dean finally broke the silence "And what the hell happened to my room?"

"Chill." I replied, but regretted it once I noticed the look he was giving me "I mean.. well you see. Okay, listen, remember Abbadon? Well she`s free and came strutting into the bunker this morning. She tried to freaking kill me but unfortunately for you guys; Lucifer managed to save me, so I`m still around."

"Wait... Abbadon was here?" Sams brows furrowed "What happened to her? Is she still alive?"

"Yeah but don`t worry about it..." I thought back to what Lucifer said "Lucys handling it."

"Lucy... of course, frigging wonderful." Dean mumbled absent mindedly.

"Are you okay at least?" Sam asked, at least someone was concerned.

"Better now." I shrugged and he smiled.

Dean headed to his room, probably to clean up and Sam went over to his laptop. Now it was just me and Quinn, and I was more than pleased to see her.

"How`d the hunt go?" I asked.

"Oh swell, kind of got burned to a crisp." she smirked "But no worries, a certain trench coat wearing nerd saved me."

"Oh and let me guess..." I smirked, deciding it was my turn to finally tease "You`ve realized you`re madly in love with him, so you want to get married, buy a little house on the prairie and have at least seven kids?"

"Hilarious." she snorted, then her eyes narrowed and her grin widened "So how was sex with the devil?"

"Oh shut up." I groaned "We`re not in any sort of relationship, and I`m not having sex with the devil... like seriously drop it."

"So you`re not in any sort of relationship?" she repeated.

"Well I mean I guess we`re friends..." I thought to myself "Actually, probably not friends... but not acquaintances and I mean... Augh I hate you."

"I know." she smiled one last time before heading towards the kitchen.

Quinn

"So boys..." I walked into the kitchen where the brothers were coming to meet up with me "How`s the blade recovery going?"

"We`ll grab it tomorrow morning." Sam replied "Ella doesn`t suspect anything, right?"

"Mhmm." I nodded, personally I hated hiding things from her; but it was necessary. She had a soft spot for the devil, and we couldn`t let that get in the way. The devil had to go, he just had too. Call me bias, but I`m pretty sure Satan being free can`t end well.

Ella

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, and before I knew it I was in my room. Oh speaking of which, I finally decided which room in the bunker I`d like for my bedroom. At the moment it was pretty plain, but I`d get around to decorating eventually.

The bed, luckily, was comfortable and before I knew it I was asleep, the clock reading 11 p.m.

Soon I found myself strapped to a table, practically naked with leather bindings across my chest, hands, feet, hips and mouth. Looming over me was a familiar man, where had I seen him before? I didn`t have time to think back though considering he was holding a large metallic knife in his hand. Oh my...

"Well, well, I for one adore this view." the voice was feminine and also familiar, and as a matter of fact it sent shivers down my spine. Abbadon. Struggling, I managed to crane my neck and see her sitting on a dark throne with the familiar knife-holding man in front of her.

I wanted to ask what the hell was happening, but the binding around my mouth muffled my voice.

"Probably wondering what the hell is happening?" Abbadon suggested. At least she isn`t stupid, and at least this is a dream... it is a dream right?

"Well my dear." Abbadon mused "After I see through the eyes of a person, I kill them. But you, managed to survive, these are the side effects. I can get into your head, I can make you suffer and trust me, I intend too. Now you know Alistair right?"

I swallowed hard, suddenly it hit me, the man in front of me was Alistair: one of the best torturers in hell.

"I`ve been in your head, so I know you`ve seen him on... TV?" she smirked "But tonight you`ll get a better seat. Oh and yes, it is a dream, but I assure you it`s going to feel real. Very, very real."

Oh fudge.

As if on cue, Alistair grinned murderously and commented: "Let me know if this hurts?" suddenly he brought the blade down on my lower stomach and I screamed out in agony, the bindings muffling them.

"Hmm guess not?" he muttered as I breathed heavily, wincing at the searing pain "I suppose I`ll continue then."

I tried to scream for him to stop, but obviously couldn`t utter a word as he stabbed me again, the blade easily tearing through the flesh. Once again I screamed to no avail.

"If you don`t like it, you can just ask me to stop?" he teased.

After another stab I felt the pain becoming too much, I was pretty sure I`d black out from it any second, can you even black out in a dream?

"It seems you`re getting bored of our game?" Alistair continued "How about only one more?"

I felt a little relief at that, but the relief turned into boiling agony as he tore through me twice. What happened to only one more?

"'Oh, I never was good at math." he grinned wickedly "Let me try again."

I don`t know when it finally stopped, but eventually I found myself screaming in bed. I was covered in cold sweat, the room was dark and I could barely see. But it didn`t stop me, I cried out, curling into a ball at the headboard. That was terrifying, heck I could still feel the pain in my stomach, but I didn`t dare touch it.

I needed comfort more than anything at this moment. I considered going to Quinns room, but I didn`t want to move. Every corner seemed to be hiding a monster, and the shadows were suddenly intimidating. Not knowing what else to do, I muttered one name: "Lucifer? "

In a matter of seconds he was at my bed side, he actually looked concerned as he gazed down at me.

"Ella...?" his voice was soothingly calm "What`s wrong?"

I couldn`t speak, and slowly Lucifer extended his hand towards me and I shuddered inwardly, but allowed it. His hands grazed my shoulders as he wrapped them around my back and brought me into a firm hug, resting his chin on top of my head. I relaxed instantly, I felt secure around him: I felt safe. Which is completely crazy considering he`s the devil and all, but ever since I got to this dimension: when has anything not been crazy?

I breathed deeply, resting my head against his chest; I could faintly hear his heart beat. Everything felt peaceful, calm, still and quiet. The only thing that mattered was the beating, a constant reminder that the devil did have a heart; well it wasn`t actually his heart, but it still got the point across.

"Okay..." he took a deep breath of his own "Now tell me, what happened?"

"I don`t want to talk about it..." I muttered nervously.

"Ella it`s-"

"Please." I interrupted.

"Alright." he sighed in defeat "What would you like to talk about then?"

"Anything." I replied "Anything and everything. Distract me... tell me a story? I don`t know... tell me about god? About heaven? About creation? About you?" After I said that he went silent and I wondered if I had crossed a line? I was asking him to tell me about his rather dark past after all, perhaps I shouldn`t have said anything.

"Well..." he spoke slowly "When I was much, much younger, I accidently destroyed the dinosaurs. But Gabriel helped me cover it up with a meteor." At first I didn`t believe him at all but then considering how serious his tone was, perhaps he`s telling the truth? I couldn`t help but laugh a little now.

"And god?" he continued "Well I`m really not the one you should be asking, but if I had to answer... well he was wonderful. He was respectable, loving, kind and everything you`d want in a father... well until you humans came along. Before you used to be these small gray fishes, and I honestly didn`t mind you, but even then you knew to be afraid. Whenever I'd come near; you`d all just swim away. But my other brothers you seemed to adore, well that was until Raphael accidently stepped on one of you."

I could tell he was smiling a little now, which I found odd.

"Heaven was heaven." his voice was getting more tense "It was warmth, security, love... it was home and I loved it. I`ll always love it, always crave it, always want it. Yet here I am... cast away from my home by my own father."

I pulled away slightly, not breaking away from the hug but managing to look up at his expression. He was definitely smiling, not smirking, not grinning, just smiling a genuine, peaceful smile. And his eyes, there was a warm tenderness behind them now.

"Why so happy?" I asked hesitantly and he laughed a little.

"I`m not happy." he replied calmly "I`m sad."

My heart was aching for him, I know sympathy for the devil was bad, but how could I not sympathize his pain? Heck, I had never seen him this vulnerable, this open, this sad. I cared about him. I freaking cared about the devil, and something tells me he must care too; or else he wouldn`t be here. And for a while now he`s been the one comforting me, how about I return the favour?

Standing up a little straighter, I managed to run a hand through his hair and his grip around my waist tightened. I brought my free hand to his face, and gently touched his cheek while my eyes locked with his.

"Do you regret it?" I asked hesitantly.

"Sometimes..." he looked away now "But it doesn`t matter."

"Yes it does." I assured him "But you don`t have to worry about it, I promise things will get better. I promise I`ll fix you."

"There isn`t anything left to fix."

"I don`t believe that."

"Why are you so determined to save me? What makes you think I`m the one who even needs saving? I`m fine, why won`t you let it go."

"Because I care." I replied bluntly.

"You shouldn`t." his expression changed a little.

"I know." I managed a smile "But I can`t help myself."

He looked at me in confusion, then slowly matched my smile and suddenly I could feel his lips against my own, at first the kiss felt like a light brush, but then it became more forceful, his teeth grazing the bottom of my lips: demanding entrance. Nervously I granted it, parting my lips for his tongue as he deepened the kiss. There was a new but pleasant sensation taking me over as I tangled my fingers into his hair, tugging a little and causing him to moan into the kiss.

Finally after what felt like forever, he pulled away and I was kind of disappointed. But at least he seemed normal again, his expression smug and his posture: defensive.

"Well.." I finally muttered "I guess you really do have a forked tongue."

"Makes it easier to get into tight places." he teased and I chuckled lightly before he continued "You`re so innocent sometimes, did you know that? You`re just like a little lamb, oblivious to the fact that she`s in a slaughter house."

"I swear Lucy... if you sacrifice me like a lamb..." I glared for a second and he shot me a playful smile.

"You need to get back to sleep now, humans are irritating when they`re not fully rested. Well actually you`re always irritating, but it`s still necessary."

"You don`t say..?" I raised an eyebrow then rolled my eyes "I don`t know though... I had a seriously freaky nightmare."

"I`m sure you`ll live." he muttered and I gave him a look.

"Could you at least stay?" I patted the side of my bed.

"Inviting me into bed already?" he smirked devilishly and I looked down in embarrassment.

"It`s going to take a lot more than a few kisses to get me into bed with you."

"And here I am." he watched as I laid down on my side of the bed.

"Yeah but... where not going to do anything dirty. You know what I mean, stop being such a tease." I grumbled and turned away from him as he laid beside me, a small distance in between us.

"No promises." he replied, and slowly the room darkened.

"Oh what? No lullaby?" I asked sarcastically.

"Not tonight." he chuckled a little "Go to sleep little lamb."

I rolled my eyes again at the nickname, but managed to curl up against the bed covers; his presence making me feel safe as I drifted back into sleep.