prompt seventy three: luck

rate: T for Teens and Up

Seventy three out of one hundred.

May or may not be continued… most likely will be hehe

"Luck is an accident that happens to the competent." —Albert M. Greenfield

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Even though she was named Lucy, as in Lucky Lucy, she did not feel lucky at all. Actually, a lot of bad luck had swarmed her in the small span of years she's lived. She was only twenty three but she also had spent the majority of her life in shambles over everything and anything. She can thank her dad for that one and her mother for also dying when she was just a young girl and leaving her with said asshole of a dad.

So no, she didn't consider herself lucky and she hated to be called Lucky Lucy because she was not lucky.

One of the many reasons why she had plopped herself in this bar by herself, drinking like a sailor at seven in the afternoon on a Thursday.

Bad luck followed her whenever she went and even as she had ventured out of her childhood estates to a completely new town and area, it proved her right. She only moved in a month ago and her house has been broken into. Twice. And every time they wrecked her place and didn't even take anything since she didn't have anything valuable, it just made her realize how terribly she was doing.

How terrible the neighborhood was.

How terrible her job was.

And how terrible life was in general.

While Lucy usually tries to see the bright side of things, she was beginning to wonder if this is what she truly was cut out for.

Being on a cushion her entire life with daddy taking care of all expenses, Lucy was not used to living in a small one bedroom in the outskirts of the city where too many robbing and too many crimes happened. But she was determined nonetheless. She couldn't allow her father to control her anymore and seeing how he didn't care enough about her to try and marry her off to some bozo, she had left.

And now it's only been a year and things haven't gotten better. She lives check to check and the things she buys are the bare minimum. Especially since all her belongings keep getting ransacked and destroyed.

Lucy spent a long time at the bar that night. Taking shot after shot and getting drunker by the second.

She wasn't the type to get wasted like this on normal nights but tonight hits a lot harder.

Today was her mothers death anniversary and she wasn't in a good mental space in the first place so her obvious answer to her agony was to get pissed drunk so she could at least mask the pain she was in.

Which was why the last thing she remembered was the disapproving face of the bartender before everything went black.

The smell of smoke and ash is what first brought Lucy to consciousness and as she stirred, a blood curdling scream shook her out of her disarray. She shot up in bed, ignoring the pounding in her head as she looked around her surroundings.

She didn't know how much she had drank last night nor what had happened after she had blacked out but this definitely was not her apartment.

It made her panicky as she tried to figure out where she may be. The smell of smoke and ash worried her and the black satin sheets she laid on were not familiar to her at all. She patted herself, disoriented, and noticing she was clothed and still in her own clothes so she let out a small shaky breath. She looked around the small dark place and she couldn't barely make anything out.

But to her surprise, she didn't have to wait long because as soon as she planted her feet to the floor, something loud like a metal clank filled her ears before a door was ripped open from the side.

Lucy squinted into the shining light that came in from the open door and a puff of heat came rushing in.

Fear filled her small body when she saw the dark shadow of a man standing there and she curled into herself, tucking her knees into her chest.

"W—who are you? What am I doing here?"

"Lucy Heartfillia…" Her name came out as a rumble and it made her shiver at the sound of it.

"H—how do you know my name? Where am I!"

And suddenly, like magic, rows of candles lit up in flames, lighting up the dark space and bringing light forward. It startled the blonde as her eyes nearly bulged out of her sockets at the sight of the candles magically getting lit and she whipped her head over at the mysterious figure to stare with wide eyes, her breath nearly leaving her lungs.

"Is this a joke?" She blurted out before she could even think.

Maybe she still might be a little bit tipsy.

Standing at the doorway was a shirtless man with rosy locks. He was broad and built with loose pants on. The oddest thing for her were the dark horns that protruded out of his head, curling against his ears where she could see the golden dark slits of the man in front of her.

He stared at her with an eyebrow raised, seeing how he was just standing there and watching.

"Is it Halloween? Or maybe you're into stuff like that?" She rubbed at her eyes, blinking rapidly. "I'm sorry, I was really drunk last night and not in the right mind so, uh, if you could maybe show me the way out, I can make this a little less weird and um, be out of your hair." She gave him an awkward pinched smile, holding her hands out. "And uh, sorry?"

He continued to stand there and blink at her, the two of them just staring and being silent.

It made Lucy more uncomfortable the longer she sat there and she let out a sigh, trying to stand but his immediate command had her quickly moving back.

"Sit."

She was beginning to realize maybe she wasn't really with a man she may have had drunken sex with and she felt a little bit of fear wash over it. Her eyes flickered around the room where she took in her surroundings but there was nothing but the bed and candles in the small room.

"W..what is going on?"

She flinched when the figure approached her and she scrambled to sit up against the wall, bringing her legs up to her chest. Her breath hitched and her eyes widened as she caught a clearer view of his face.

He was handsome, no doubt. Symmetrical set of eyes, strong jawline, broad shoulders with defined muscles. He smelt like a mixture of smoke and ash which made her think if it was him she was smelling earlier.

"I do not wish to startle you but you have to listen to me carefully…"

Lucy swallowed thickly, unsure what to take of this while her eyes darted back and forth between him and the open door behind him. As if the mysterious man knew what she was thinking, he swung his hand up and the door slammed shut, making her shriek in surprise.

"W—what is going on! Who are you! Where am I?!"

"You're in hell."

The immediate response from the man made her grow quiet and she stared at him all bug-eyed as if he had confessed to robbing her, himself.

"What?"

Seeing how this man (could she even call him that?) let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, that was when Lucy could truly see his talons. Sharp black nails that curled around his fingers.

It made her tremble.

"Can I finish talking now or do you want to just keep repeating the same three questions?"

Lucy blinked in confusion and surprise, silently gaping at the one in front of her as he stared at her with an intense expression, his lips pressed into a tight line.

"As I was trying to say, you're in hell."

"What am I doing here!"

He threw his hands up in the air, as if he was given up, and rounded in a large circle in her room. Lucy felt a little bit bad for interrupting this man in his little speech, seeing how frustrated and annoyed he was growing.

"I am the Demon King, Etherious Natsu Dragneel, or what they refer to me as E.N.D. You, Lucy Heartfillia," he pointed a sharp black talon her way and she gulped. "Your life has come to an end and your soul has been exchanged for something greater to the seller's eyes. You are in my castle in the underworld currently and while I figure out what to do with you and figure out what you may be best suited for, you shall remain in the castle."

Lucy didn't know if she was still dreaming or drunk. Was this guy serious? The demon king? E.N.D? Underworld?

"You have to be joking." She deadpanned, finding all of this too hard to believe.

The demon king raised an eyebrow her way, crossing his large bulky arms over his chest while she scooted back up to her bed.

"You cannot be serious right now. Demon king? Hell? My soul has been exchanged?" She echoed before she let out a scoff. "I don't know what kind of weird world you live in but the last time I checked, it was still September so you're a month too early to be playing Halloween."

The demon king stood in his spot, blinking at her, and staring as if she was some kind of rare species.

"I don't know how you know my name but if you could just let me—" She stood to try and brush past him but when he snatched onto her arm in an iron grip, her eyes widened. "Hey, what's the—"

"I don't think you heard me correctly…" his deep voice echoed, his eyes darkened. "You are my prisoner here. Your soul belongs to me, now."

"Like hell it does—!" She tried to wiggle his grip off but it tightened, making her wince slightly. "Hey—!"

"Jude Heartfillia," he suddenly said, making her grow rigid. "Your father," he purred into her ear. "He has sold your soul to me to help his business from going under… he has made a deal with me, in exchange for your soul, he will remain rich and prosperous. You, my dear, died last night, which means, you are damned in hell for the rest of eternity."

Lucy couldn't believe her ears. What he was saying to her sounded so far-fetched but so real, she had no idea what to think. Her own father sold her soul? So he could keep his business? He wouldn't ever…

"Y—you're lying! My father wouldn't just sell my soul!"

The laugh he produced shook her to her core, rattling her and making her quiver in her spot. He had yet to let go of her arm which felt like it was burning and she was beginning to believe this wasn't a joke or a dream.

"All the new souls don't believe it is true in the beginning," his lips spread into a wicked grin and that was when she saw the sharp canines in his mouth.

Her expression switched to horror and she felt the overwhelming fear consumed her.

"Welcome to hell, Lucy Heartfillia, you'll absolutely fucking hate it."

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tbc..?