Author's Notes:

This is my first The Devil is a Part-Timer! fic, just couldn't get this story out of my head (sorry Lucifer).

I've not read the manga yet so don't come for me when I take creative license on the details.

As always, I've been inspired by the existing works in this fandom and wanted to have a go myself.

Fair trigger warning, this gets pretty dark so please - explicit assault/rape in 1st chapter, don't like don't read.

(added the underage warning just to be safe as Chiho is 16 and Lucifer looks like a teen)

/ Earlier /

Urushihara had sensed the oncoming danger before the rest of their group had. Saving his game with a weary sigh, he alerted the others and was 'politely' ordered to stay behind with Chiho where they'd be safest. Dumb idea, keeping the supposedly weakest members of their team in the one spot the enemy already knew about. But, then Maou had that face on, and Alciel had leapt to agree with him. Stupid lap dog.

It didn't take a genius to figure it out. Once their main fighters had been drawn away, the easier targets were left unprotected and vulnerable back at the Devil's castle. Lucifer had done what he could, even drinking their stash of vitamin water to temporarily boost his celestial magic.

He'd stood his ground against their multiple assailants, keeping Chiho behind his white wings and shields for as long as possible, but their escape routes were blocked, and his endurance just wasn't as reliable in this world. Much to his dismay, it was all for nought. A well-placed blast got past his magical barrier and quickly had them both disabled and unconscious.

- - -.

/ Now /

Urushihara grumbled, he was cold. This was exactly why NEETs weren't supposed to venture outside, they weren't built for it. He'd only had on his ratty t-shirt and shorts to begin with, and wherever they were being held must be below ground level. 0* from him. Would not recommend. Shivering, he wrapped his thin arms around himself and glanced over at Chiho. They'd been placed in the same damp room but were tied up in separate corners. She had a nasty bruise on her face but seemed to be otherwise unharmed. Well, that was a relief. Although he was sure once they were out of here that mark would end up being all his fault. Satan had never taken kindly to his favourites being mishandled.

The door creaked open to their left and Lucifer narrowed his eyes and shook his head softly, hoping Chiho would understand not to try anything stupid and to stay quiet. They were likely hostages, neither of them high profile enough for gathering intelligence. As he mused on their predicament, a burly figure he didn't recognise came in. The way he walked betrayed him as some sort of demonic entity, but exactly which kind Lucifer couldn't tell. The bonehead laughed openly at the pair's defiant silence and approached Chiho's position. Dammit, now he was going to have to try and intervene somehow.

The imposing lout leaned down to Chiho's level and roughly grabbed her by the chin. She let out a sharp squeak of pain as he added pressure to her already bruised flesh. Tilting her face in assessment, he ran his free hand over her chest before dropping lower to toy with the hem of her skirt. Chiho's obvious fear was ignored, and he licked his lips before humming to himself. "Well, you're a pretty one, aren't you?"

Tsk, that was low. Miss Saski was still in school for fucks sake. Her uniform attested that fact to anyone but the most brain dead. Standing as much as he was able, Lucifer projected his voice from his own corner. "Oi! Leave the girl be! Believe me when I say it's in your own interest that she remains unharmed."

The assailant peered over his shoulder to grunt at him, mildly irritated by the distraction, before returning to the helpless girl. Lucifer couldn't see exactly what was happening but unfortunately, he could make a pretty good guess from Chiho-chan's sharp inhalations and murmurs of discomfort. "Hey! Loser! What the fuck do you think you're doing? She's a kid! Even the demon realm has rules against attacking children like this, you sick fuck."

Letting Chiho fall back to the floor, the man-mountain turned around with a smirk. "Oh, and I suppose you're going to stop me, are you? Fucking angels, giving commands like they're so high and mighty. When we all know you're as bad as everyone else."

Lucifer rolled his eyes, how original. "Yes, angels are creeps' blah blah blah", he'd heard the rhetoric a hundred times and more. Biting his tongue from elaborating further, he knew this wasn't the time to argue for recognition of his own demon status. Some of his former brothers did have a lot to answer for but there wasn't time for thoughts of them either. He scoffed. "You're the one getting off on scaring a child half to death. It's clear there's only one pervert in here..."

Annoyed, the oaf approached him with a frown but once he'd gotten a good look at Lucifer's small frame, crouched and bound as he was, a lecherous look crossed his face. Pausing, he rubbed his thumb and forefinger over his chin, pretending to be deep in thought before his face lit up with false glee. "This ought to be good. Are you volunteering yourself to be used in her stead? You're not quite as pretty as the lady here, but I'm sure we can make do."

Urushihara channelled a calm façade to wrap around himself. He was over ten thousand years old; he knew he didn't look it in this form, but the trauma he'd endured in his pointless life so far was surely worse than whatever this lumbering fool could dish out. There was only one option and, unfortunately, no matter how grossly unfair the situation, he was it. They had no idea how long Emi and Maou would take to find them. If he could ensure Chiho's safety by keeping this idiot occupied, the decision was an easy one. Glaring up at their captor, Urushihara tsk'd and rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

The giant smirked, enjoying the carefully blank and almost bored look on Urushihara's face. "Yeah, we'll see how long that insolence lasts. How deliciously today has turned out. The great fallen general whoring himself to save some human chit. I always knew you were pathetic, Lucifer. Why else would the King have kept you at his feet? And now that you're a traitor, it's our turn to see what all the fuss was about."

Chiho gasped, they couldn't mean... Sitting up she frantically shook her head, her doe eyes filling with tears. "Urushihara! You d-don't have to do this, please."

For fucks sake. Lucifer was working hard enough as it was to keep this creep's attention fixed on him. Pursing his lips, Urushihara quickly slid around his assailant as far as he could to meet the girl's gaze. "Not another word, Chiho! It's ok. Just keep your eyes focused on the door-"

Unaccustomed to being ignored, a large hand snatched a fistful of purple hair and viciously dragged Lucifer back towards him. The grip was so tight that the demon general's weight was held aloft by the bunched hair valiantly fighting to stay on his skull. The brute licked his lips appraisingly at the openly pained expression he'd caused. "Ahhh, there we go. So eager to have me all to yourself Lucifer. Typical fucking angel, only one thing you're good for."

Urushihara knew what was coming and tried to brace himself, but even so, the unceremonious backhand across his face threw his slight body backwards. Toppled by the sheer force of the hit, he'd felt his head bounce sharply against the wall before he'd landed in a soft heap. The idiot then took advantage of his dazed state to crawl on top, pinning him down and shoving an unwelcome thigh between his legs to restrict him further. As if he could move anywhere, tied up like this... what a moron.

As though sensing his thoughts, a pair of hands wrapped themselves around his throat and closed in with increasing pressure. Struggling against the unrelenting grip, he desperately clawed at the oversized fingers squeezing his neck. His rising panic started to overwhelm him; Lucifer was intending to live through this unpleasant ordeal, thank you very much.

After an achingly long wait, his larynx was suddenly freed and Urushihara sucked down as much air as he could. His oxygen starved brain misinterpreted the moment of relief as an act of kindness, and he'd almost thanked the wayward demon. He didn't, of course, the return of his senses stopped that idiotic notion. Apparently, the brute had other plans and just needed his hands free.

Immobilised while his clothes were roughly ripped and torn from his body, Lucifer was distracted by the thought of having to ask Alciel for an advance on his allowance. Surely, that wouldn't be too much trouble given the circumstance. He could imagine the look of dramatic horror on the blonde's face 'oh, so now you need clothes? and there's a delivery charge? don't you know how long our poor sire has to slave to afford such luxuries!'. That point rankled Lucifer, it wasn't like Maou had to stay at McRonalds forever or anything. There were plenty of other jobs that paid better, but he'd learned there was no point arguing about it while the Scorpion General backed the King's every move. Especially, given the fact that he wasn't financially contributing himself…

Suddenly forced over onto his front, Urushihara was dragged back into his body and sharply reminded of his current situation. Awesome. The skin on his knees had split open, scraping against the bare concrete as his legs were forcibly spread. He could only hope that most of this was blocked from Chiho-Chan, knowing she'd keep her eyes averted for his sake. As his cheek was roughly shoved and held in the dirt, he had nothing left to lose and couldn't resist a final chance to rile this guy up. Amused that the fool thought he'd risen to general by keeping Satan's bed warm (what a joke) Lucifer snarked out of the corner of his mouth. "This isn't very romantic; couldn't you have gotten us a proper bed? King Satan always kept me comfortable when he indulged himself, you know. I'm only used to the finer things. We'd sleep on the softes-" he was cut off and had the wind forcefully knocked out of him, as the brute held him down and took what he wanted.

As his violation progressed further, Urushihara picked out a spot on the grubby floor and worked to control his breathing; a task that would be easier if the dust wasn't aggravating his nose and eyes! Going limp, he could almost envision that he was soaring, his black wings carrying him high above all this filth.

Drifting in and out of consciousness, the sliver of hope that his rescue was imminent wouldn't abate. Was this how the humans he'd attacked had felt, cowering in wait for Emilia the Hero to come rescue them? Closing his violet eyes against the unpleasant thought, he grimaced, it was typical of his mind to make him feel worse in this moment. Apparently, he was still a glutton for punishment and wouldn't Sariel be amused to hear that! Too much residue left from a past where atonement and forgiveness actually meant something. A further smack to his head cleared his mind entirely and the oncoming darkness brought a welcome reprieve.

- - -.

/ 12 hours kidnapped /

They were informed afterwards that they'd been rescued within half a day of being taken, although Chiho and Urushihara both attested that it felt much longer. The lack of natural light in the basement had prevented either from orienting themselves, plus it didn't help that they'd woken up down there groggy with no idea how long they'd been out.

Lucifer hadn't been able to sleep at all during their confinement, being repeatedly attacked and beaten until he passed out didn't count as far as he was concerned. Several more had 'joined the fun' at various points in the night. That was before his original tormentor had insisted on not missing his chance to 'really make him pay'. Pay for what? He wasn't sure. Lucifer had always considered himself a decent leader to the demons under his charge. Sure, he wasn't without fault, and the odd clan took offence to his heritage and had needed a firm hand, but he'd never been an overbearing monster. Had he? When he got out of this, he would ask Alciel if there was anything to be done. Lucifer could hardly afford for his list of enemies to continue to grow, and he was too lazy to watch his back alone. Of course, that was assuming his fellow demon comrades wouldn't also prefer to see him similarly punished.

It was in the early hours that Suzuno and Emi had fought their way into the cellar where their friends were held. Taking one look at the pair's condition, they'd ran to Chiho-chan first, cut her loose and pulled her into a warm embrace.

Sighing, Lucifer was pleased he'd managed to do one thing right. If anything nefarious had happened to Chiho without his knowledge, he would have heard furious and outraged exclamations from the Hero by now. She'd have rounded on him in an instant. Emi instead protectively bundled Chiho into her arms and carried her outside, leaving only Suzuno to approach him herself. He was surprised at his relief that it wasn't one of the guys. Since when had he become so comfortable with their resident high inquisitor?

Before reaching Lucifer, having noted his current state of dress, Suzuno began collecting his scattered clothes with a blush, before dropping them in disgust once she saw the mess they'd been left in.

Huddled in on himself, Urushihara was past the point of being embarrassed. "It's ok Crestia, just untie me please."

Suzuno was incensed, what had happened to their comrades down in this dank basement?! The good Urushihara had clearly been through a violent ordeal. She strongly suspected, and knew he wouldn't admit, that his condition was likely for young Chiho's sake whom they'd safely recovered. The young girl was tired, and a little shaken up, but physically fine. Deftly untying her outer kimono, Suzuno wound the fabric around Lucifer's waist, ensuring his lower half was fully covered. She'd have preferred not to be left dressed in only her thin robe and under garments, but his need was greater.

Tugging the patterned silk closer around himself, Urushihara had never been so thankful for such ill-fitting clothing. He felt his eyes start to prickle with moisture. Why was this the moment his emotions had chosen to unravel? Meeting Suzuno's kind and understanding gaze, he looked at his feet and attempted to clear his throat. "Let's go, goodness knows what those idiots have done to my laptop."

Internally cursing that they hadn't gotten here sooner, Suzuno nodded and carefully scooped the fallen angel up into her arms. He weighed next to nothing, and she wondered if he'd always been this small, or if it was his diet of snacks and meagre pork bowl rations. Urushihara had seemed on the verge of protesting their arrangement, but his weariness won out and, in the end, he tiredly looped his arms around Suzuno's neck before snuggling into her warmth despite himself.

Once Lucifer had fallen asleep, Suzuno gritted her teeth at the sight of the visible marks across his alabaster skin and started to lead them through the abandoned building and out into the sun. She was filled with a determination to see Lucifer safely home. The group parted without question as she'd passed through, sensing the fury rolling off her in waves. Her small form fully embodying the phrase: if looks could kill.

They all owed Lucifer a great debt, Suzuno concluded, and this time she was adamant that he'd get the respect he deserved.