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This chapter is post-Sam.
The fallen angel was practically buzzing with excitement. It was Valentine's Day, and that meant one thing: chocolate! Lucifer loved getting chocolate almost as much as he loved when demons groveled.
Lucifer paced back and forth, placing dead roses around his cage. Satisfied, he sat down on a red loveseat. His cage may be trapped in the depths of Hell, but that didn't mean Lucifer couldn't twist reality to make his little home cushy.
A glass of red wine in hand, Lucifer leaned back and waited expectantly for the chocolate to come pouring in.
Minutes passed and nothing happened. Annoyed, Lucifer turned to the demon guarding him today. "Where is my chocolate? I will NOT have a chocolate-less Valentine's Day!"
The demon shifted back and forth nervously. "It's supposed to be here soon, sir."
Lucifer rolled his eyes. 'Soon' in Hell could mean anywhere from one second to one century.
"I want my chocolate NOW. Find someone and make it happen. TODAY!" The demon scurried out of the room, leaving Lucifer by himself.
He rubbed his temples. Why did he have to do everything by himself? Snapping his fingers, a box of chocolates appeared in his lap. Hell chocolate wasn't as good as the chocolate upstairs; it was one of the only good things the worthless humans created.
As Lucifer munched on his chocolatey goodness, he thought about what was happening above. Did Sam miss him? They used to have the best Valentine's Days together.
Lucifer gave Sam a box of chocolates, only to have him open it and see it filled with maggots, bugs, and sometimes a real heart. He did that one many times, filling the box with something different, more disgusting, each time.
Sam thought that he was safely back home, hanging out in some bar with his brother. Sam and not-Dean (Lucifer pretending to be Dean) joked around, not-Dean hitting on some girl so it seemed more realistic. Then, when Sam fully believed he was safe and sound, Lucifer had everyone start to die, blood pouring out of their eyes, their screams piercing his very soul. When everyone had dropped dead, Lucifer showed Sam his present. The bodies of the dead had fallen into the shape of a heart. "Happy Valentine's Day!" He shouted at Sam's pale face.
Lucifer also played around with pulling Sam's heart out a couple of times, but that one usually killed the boy. It wasn't as much fun tormenting him when he died during the process.
Lucifer was pulled out of his reminiscing by the sound of footsteps.
"Sir, I've got your chocolate."
Looking through the bars of his cage, Lucifer saw a huge box of chocolates. "It's about damn time. Feed them to me."
The demon sighed and walked over to the cage. One by one he took a chocolate out of the box and pushed it through the small opening in the bars into Lucifer's awaiting mouth.
Once the box was empty, Lucifer fell back onto the loveseat, content. Closing his eyes, he called out, "Michael, are you sure you don't want some chocolate?"
The archangel gave Lucifer a loud "harrumph."
"Okay, party pooper." Lucifer smiled, thinking back to the fun times he had with Sam.