Light bringer|Lucifer x reader| 6

Lucifer paced around the house he was in. He was careful to avoid the fresh blood of the demons he had just slaughtered, and stepped over the dead bodies to get to the living room. His blonde hair was a tussled mess and his blue eyes were glowing with the emotion of irritation. Plopping down on the couch, his gripped a bloody hand onto the arm of the couch and huffed.

This hadn't happen in a long time. Why was it happening now?

He groaned, sitting forward so that his elbows rested on his knees. Recently, he had been facing a couple problems. At first, he had believed it was just his vessel malfunctioning, but he realized that it was him that had been "malfunctioning".

Angels only encountered mating seasons every couple of millennium years or so. Lucifer hadn't encountered a mating season since around the time he had been created. Around that time the pull to do something hadn't been so strong because he had not been around someone that would even be considerable as a mate. His years in the cage had messed up the time his mating season came around so he never experienced any mating season while in hell. Yet, now he was risen and all those escaped mating seasons was coming crashing back to him.

Actually, it was quite funny. He considered a human a mate. A human. The exact thing that he pledge to destroy, he was finding himself drawn to. 

(Y/N)...........

Even the thought of you made him tingle. It was pathetic. He thought about ending your life multiple times before so that he could just escape the torturing urges he got whenever he was in your presence. However, an instinctive part of him screamed at him not to do it, which is why you were still walking. The pull he felt to you was exactly the same reason why he had hauled your ass out of hell and put you back on earth. Even though he fought himself about doing it, he wiped your mind of all memories of hell even if you had only been in there for a couple of days. (Hell time and Earth time was quite different)

Lucifer also considered going ahead in time and just skipping the mating season. You would likely be dead in the future, but he had to deal with the present. If he just transported himself to the future, that could actually just make the outcome of the Apocalypse not turn out in his favor. 

"Grahhh!" Lucifer shouted, running a hand through his hair. He was so annoyed by his emotions and by the fact he was even drawn to you. "Mating season is so unnecessary!" The blonde barked to no one.

His voice echoed off of the empty house. 

"I have to stuff my face with disgusting demon blood just to stop the temptation." He snorted, tugging at his hair. He should have just killed you when he first met you, but no. He wanted some entertainment. He wanted to test you and push you and see how you would react to things. At least, that had been the original plan. After he actually started having conversations with you, and sneaking into your apartment at night to either watch television or dig around in your things, that's when he started experiencing the pull. It was gentle back then, but then he tried to distance himself from you and the pull got stronger. Then you encountered the Winchester boys and he got a bit angry when Dean had pushed you up against the wall. 

The stuff that happened in the motel when he pulled you out of hell was experimental. He had been trying to test the waters and see if you would actually act when he confronted you on the dreams. When you responded defensively, he tried to cover up what he was doing by saying that he wasn't interested. Then he had made you mad, and he felt slightly guilty for what he had done. He wasn't going to let you know, though, and decided to tease you in hopes you would lighten up.

He hadn't been lying when he said humans were emotional.

He had actually offended you, and the best way he could give you some comfort was by giving you some advice to stay inside. Of course, you gave him some bitchy reply and he just had to give you a bitchy reply in return. When you had fallen back to sleep, he had came back and sat in you room to watch over you while you slept.

Guardian angel he thought to himself, shifting uncomfortably as the familiar feeling of arousal washed over him. He sighed, annoyed. He really disliked going into heat like he was some sort of animal, but there was little to nothing he could do about it. The mating season would either just continue to last for the next two years, which was short compared to him, or he would have to confront you about his feelings. He didn't plan on doing the latter. 

Leaning back on the couch, he groaned. This was the fourth time he had jerked off this week, and it was about to be fifth time. Well, at least it subdued the feelings for a while.

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For the most part, you did heed his warning. That was only because you were extremely tired and slept pretty much through the whole day without waking up. When you did wake up, you woke up to hunger and nighttime. You would have suspected that Lucifer would've left you something to sustain your hunger, but there was nothing edible to be found, so you headed out. You were still stuck wearing the same gray hoodie and denim jeans that your wore the day you were forced to leave your apartment, and the clothes smelled like wet dog. 

That was the least of your worries, however, as your stomach felt like it was eating itself. You grabbed at your stomach absent-mindedly, stumbling through the town. It was raining outside, which seemed like a common thing nowadays, but the rain was pounding down. You could hear faraway thunder and pulled the hood of the hoodie over your head. The wind was slapping against your face and you couldn't help, but notice that the people around you were experiencing the same struggle you were.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning shot down from the sky and slammed right into the guy that was walking beside you. You squeaked in alarm, being temporarily blinded from the sudden light and shuddering at the spark of electricity the bolt let off. The guy fell over on the sidewalk, dead and a burnt smell emanating from his corpse. As people began to swarm around him, you turned and continued to struggle against the wind to find some food. 

A cafe came to your sight, and you bee lined straight towards it, narrowly dodging another bolt of lightning that came crashing down and killed the woman that exited the cafe behind you.

You stumbled into the cafe and stepped in line, anxiously waiting to get some food into your stomach. Thunder roared outside, it's power causing the store to shake and some of the lights to flicker. You, being a hunter, got defensive and kept a look out for any supernatural activity, but it was really just the storm messing with the lighting. 

The line was short and you were soon up at the counter, ordering you 2 ham and cheese sandwiches, some fruit, and a soda pop. After the normal exchange of money for food, you moved towards the nearest table with your meal in your arms. 

As you sat down, you couldn't help, but hear vaguely familiar voices across the cafe as two new figures walked into the building. Peeking up from your ham sandwich you were unwrapping, you caught site of the two Winchester brothers. The angel wasn't with them, which was a relief. You feared that the angel would immediately sense your presence by just stepping into the place. Taking a bite from your food, you overheard what the two were arguing about.

"There isn't a fast food joint open around here, Dean, we can just settle with sandwiches for tonight. Get over it."

"I don't want any salads, Sam." 

"There are other things than salads on the menu, Dean!"

"I don't want anything from here."

"Fine, starve then." 

You scoffed at the argument. You should be on high alert, but your hunger was really numbing all your defense systems right now and all you could focus on was filling your stomach. By the time you finished your first sandwich, the Winchester brothers had ordered, what looked like to be, turkey sandwiches and donuts. 

Picking at some of the fruits that you bought, you eyed them warily when they took a table not two tables away from your own. If they spotted you, you'd have to grab the food you had left and high tail it out of there. 

"Eat your food, Dean." You could hear Sam say.

"No, I don't want it." Dean protested, folding his arms stubbornly. The taller male just sighed and unwrapped his own sandwich. "Whatever Dean." Sam huffed. 

"Hey, you have any idea what Lucifer has been up to lately?" Dean asked, leaning back in his chair. 

"Nope, haven't had any contact with him since he rose Death, why?" Sam answered, shifting in his seat to give his brother a stern look. The brothers exchanges accusing looks, before Dean finally shrugged and looked away from his brother. You decided to keep your head down, and you were working on eating your second sandwich when you heard an alarm shout from Dean.

Glancing up, you noticed that Castiel had been added at the table, and he was peering at Dean seriously.

"Cas." Dean breathed, righting himself in the chair. The angel nodded at him, and then glanced around the Cafe. His eyes barely brushed over you, which was relieving. You could at least eat your food in peace for a while longer.

"Why are you here, Cas?" Sam asked him. The angel barely registered what the taller male had said, and kept his focus on Dean. "Dean, you realize that Death rising is going to cause catastrophic problems, right?" 

"Cas, keep your voice down. We don't need the whole Cafe thinking you're crazy" The Winchester said, leaning forward in his chair. 

Already too late for that You mused. 

"You do know that, correct?" The angel prodded, leaning forward as well. 

"Of course I know that. He's Death after all." Dean said, putting a large emphasis on Death.

Wait. Wait. Wait. Hold on. Now that the food was settling in your stomach, your mind was coming out of it's foggy state and facing the realization. DEATH WAS RISEN. The DEATH! WHAT!? You coughed on your sandwich, keeping your held low as your body shook while trying to dislodge the food that had went down the wrong pipe. 

You grabbed at your soda pop and drank some of it, sighing in relief when the food finally slid down the right tube. When you looked up, Dean was looking in your direction with a mildly concerned face. "You okay?" he asked.

The hood must have been hiding your face pretty well for him not to notice who you really were. You gave him a small nod and glanced at Castiel and Sam. Sam was also looking in your direction, but Castiel seemed busy staring off into space.

"Dean." The angel called, making the Winchester turn from you and over to him. 

"What is it, Cas?" He asked.

When the blue eyed angel didn't reply right away, the Winchester leaned it further to see if he could get a respond from him. 

"Dean," Castiel repeated "I sense Lucifer's grace here." he admitted.

You perked up and looked around, trying to locate the blonde man, but when you found nothing and turned back to Castiel, you saw that he was staring directly at you. Gulping, you started to ease out of your chair. Stuffing what you had left to eat into your mouth, you downed the rest of you soda pop and left the fruit on the table with the sandwich wrappings.

"Hey!" Your nerves pricked when you heard Dean's exclamation. Without a second thought you took off. It was still pouring outside and you winced at the stinging slaps of wind, but you continued to run. You bumped into multiple people and stumbled about, but when you peeked over your shoulder you could still see the Winchesters were hot on your trail. Taking a sharp turn towards an alleyway, you shoved past the people and stumbled into the emptiness of the alley.

You didn't slow down, but your breathing was getting ragged. The food hadn't completely nutritioned  your body yet and you were beginning to feel a bit light headed from the sprinting. Out of nowhere, you slammed into a wall. Or, what you thought to be a wall. 

It turned out to be Castiel, and he looked pretty cross. 

You stumbled back and was about to sprint away, but found that you were cornered by the Winchester brothers. 

"Where's your fuck buddy." Dean asked, raising an eyebrow. Castiel seemed confused when he said that and sent the green eyed male a confused glance. You, however, only gave him a glare and a frown.

"Well?" Dean said, folding his arms impatiently.

"He's not my fuck buddy." You spat.

"I know you're lying. The Devil himself already admitted that you two have-"

"That wasn't a lie." Castiel cut in, giving Dean a hard look "They have not consummated."

You scoffed, now the one to fold your arms and give Dean a I told you so smirk. Dean looked surprised at first, and gave Sam a small glance before turning his attention back to you and scoffing "That doesn't excuse the reason you've been teamed up with the Devil." 

"Listen, can you just let me go. I'm really tired an-"

"Yeah right." Dean huffed "Castiel, grab (Y/N) and teleport us to the Impala."

The blue eyed angel gave Dean an angry look, irritated that he was being bossed around. You almost thought that he wasn't gonna do it when he reached out and grabbed your forearm. Turning around, he pressed his fingers to Dean's head and he flashed away. He did the same thing to Sam before teleporting you to an empty parking lot. He dragged you over to a black car that Sam and Dean were standing in front of.

"What are you gonna do to me?" You hissed, trying to wrench your arm from the angel's strong grip. Dean ignored your question, and turned around to open the Impala door. Sam gave you a look, which almost looked apologetic, as you were shoved into the backseat of the car. The door slammed shut and Dean and Sam climbed into the car. Before you could just hop back out the car and run, Castiel showed up with a pair of handcuffs. He attached one to your wrist and the other ends to the door handle of the car before you could even blink.

Leaning forward to give the key to Sam, the angel gave you one more look before vanishing. 

"Great." You sighed, pulling at the handcuffs feverishly. When you found out that they weren't a pair of cheap handcuffs and didn't plan on breaking, you slouched with an exasperated sigh and stared out the window of the car as your surroundings sped by.

You must have dozed off. Because when you awoke you found yourself tied up against a chair. Either you had dozed off, which you don't even remember doing, or you had been forcibly put to sleep, which made more sense. 

You scanned your surroundings and found you were in a different hotel room that your own. Sam was on the computer in the corner of the room and Dean was no where in sight. You wondered if Lucifer would come and save you, but you doubt it. After he stormed off like that yesterday, you would think that he didn't want to mess with you for a while. 

You stayed silent and watched Sam until he noticed you were watching him. Once he noticed he got up and walked to a door that was sitting between both of the beds in the room. Swinging it open, you saw that both Dean and Castiel were inside the bathroom having some heated argument. 

"-Innocent, Dean! I am telling you. Demons were massacred, I know, but that is very close the same thing you do!"

"Cas, They are in a tr-"

"They are not in a truce!" He growled

"How can you know!?" Dean shot back. Sam just watched silently as the two males made their way out of the bathroom, still yelling at each other. Castiel was yelling about how Lucifer had made you gather blood for him, which was partly true, and Dean was going on about how you were in an allegiance with him, also partly true. 

"There is no name on (Y/N)'s soul, Dean! And (Y/N) is not a demon. They have no reason to be allied!"

"You said it yourself, Cas, he dragged (Y/N) from hell. There's even a mark to prove it!" Dean barked.

A mark? What?! How come you didn't notice it.

"H-Hey." You chimed it, earning heated glares from both males. "What mark?"

"You mean you didn't know about it?" Castiel said, edging his way over to you. You only looked at him blankly as he grabbed the end of your denim jeans and pulled it up to your mid thigh. There, right where your calf was, was the marking of a hand print. Actually, it was more of a clawed hand. 

The tips of the hand print narrowed out into claws, which startled you. "Whoa." You gaped. 

"You didn't know about it?" Castiel asked, rolling the pants leg down and standing up. You gave your head a small shake which caused the angel to turn his head to Dean and scowl. "Untie the human." he instructed Dean. "(Y/N) is innocent."

You gazed at the angel thankfully. Who knows what the brothers might have done to you if he hadn't been around to protect you. 

Giving Castiel an annoyed glare, the green eyed man walked over to you and undid the ropes that bound you. Once free, you stood up and cracked the bones that had stiffened while you were sleep. "So, what now? You gonna let me go?" You asked.

"Of course not. I'm not completely sure that you are really as innocent as Cas says you are. You're staying here with us." Dean commanded. 

You glanced at Castiel to see if he would protect you, but he just gave you a stern look and disappeared into thin air. Great, now you were alone with these two.

Edging your way to the nearest bed, you sat down on it and gazed at the brothers expectedly. Sam went back to his computer searching and Dean sat down on the other bed. Digging around in a bag, the green eyed Winchester pulled something out from it and tossed it at you.

"My knife!" You exclaimed when the blade landed in your hands. 

"It was on you when we brought you here. That's a weird looking knife. What's it do?" Dean asked, leaning forward. You couldn't tell if he was interrogating you or just asking a plain question, so you gave him a quizzed look before replying.

"It's a....Demon....Angel knife I guess. The demon traps on the knife are suppose to cause the demons injuries while the angel banishing sigil on it....um...wards angels away when I stab them." You explained nervously, gesturing towards the symbols on the blade. Dean nodded thoughtfully, before turning to glance up at Sam.

"Hey, Sammy! You got any tracking of that Rugaru?" He shouted at his brother.

"Rag-a-what?" You asked. Your limited knowledge of creatures only stretched to demons, vampires, and werewolves. What the hell was a Rugaru? 

"You don't know what those are?" Dean said, surprise obviously present in his voice.

"No."

"Wow, I'm guessing you haven't been hunting for long." He commented, making you frown. "Anyway, Rugaru's are these monsters that feed off of human flesh or 'long pig' as they put it. It would be easy to track one if they didn't look like humans. They practically look like humans up until a certain part in their life when they start craving human flesh."

"Okay....So how did you track this one?" You asked.

"Castiel." Dean answered, rising from the bed and sauntering over to his brother. You watched him go before looking over your knife quietly. Could it really kill a demon? Was the question. You'd have to test it later, when you were free of these two brothers.

Suddenly, Sam shot out of his chair and slammed his laptop shut. "Come on, (Y/N), we're going to hunt a Rugaru."

"W-what!?" You stuttered, staring at them wide-eyed. Were they serious? Dean just explained to you that this monster was a flesh eater and then they wanted you to tag along? This was way out of your comfort zone. "I-I don't know about this."

"You're not getting out of my sight." Dean informed you, grabbing his jacket and walking over to the motel room door. "Come on or we'll force you into the car." he said, holding the door open. Sam grabbed his jacket and headed towards the door as well, giving you an impatient look.

"Okay...." You said, tucking your hands into your hoodie and slinking your way through the motel room door and over to the Impala. 

The whole ride to the destination, which turned out to be some guy's house, was pretty silent. Dean played his music for a while, but then you commented about getting a headache and Sam was already annoyed by the song being played five times in a row. Then you started asking them if they knew what hell was like, since you had no memory of it, and everything got all awkward. Dean simply said "You don't want to remember it." and Sam hadn't even commented on the answer. 

When you finally arrived, they parked the car outside the house and rushed into the house without even waiting to knock on the door. They had instructed you to hold some matches, which they would use to burn the Ragaru since nothing else killed it, and then went off scouting through the house. The man lived alone with his daughter, and when you three stepped into the house you immediately saw the fresh body of the dead daughter. 

You followed them while they scouted, only stopping when you heard the sound of floorboard's creaking.

Then, you were being pushed up against the wall by some guy who was practically drenching in blood. His skin looked like there were worms crawling under it, and his eyes was a pitch black color, it was so disgusting. You found that you couldn't breath as he shot his hand up to wrap it around your throat.

His other hand retracted backwards, as if he was going to punch you, and you found yourself rasping out for help.

Dean and Sam appeared, drawing the Rugaru's attention from you and allowing you to dig around in your pocket for matches. Wait, where did they go? They weren't in your pocket!

Shit shit shit You cursed in your head, trying to bend your head to find the matches. You found that they had fallen out of your pocket beside the doorway, which was a long ways away. 

"Sam." You rasped "The matches!" 

The taller Winchester looked from you to the matches by the doorway, and made a wild dive for them. However, the Rugaru saw what he was doing and was quicker. Running across the distance from you to the doorway with amazing speed, he kicked Sam in the side before he could grab the matches. 

The Rugaru swiped up the matches and pocketed them himself.

"Aw! Come on!" You exclaimed, which only caused him to whip his head back to you.

"(Y/N), Run to the car, now!" Dean shouted, holding up his gun. What the heck was that suppose to do? Bullets didn't effect it! 

You didn't move at first, frozen to the spot when your eyes met the man's black ones. This wasn't the eyes of a demon. This was something far worse! When he started towards you, Dean stepped up to stop him, but the Rugaru easily brushed him off and threw him at the nearest wall. 

That's when you started running. 

You could hear the Rugaru's quick steps behind you as you fled through the house. You were almost to the front door when you felt a hand clamp around your arm and wrench you back. Painfully landing onto the floor, you moaned when your head came into contact with the hard floor. "Shit!" You cursed, sluggishly blocking off the Rugaru as he stooped down to wrap a hand around the back of your neck. You were still trying to recover from the dull pain in the back of your head and you dully noticed that the Rugaru had actually sniffed you. It seemed to be basking in your scent for a moment, placing it's nose to your neck and taking a giant sniff. 

It was really creepy, but you had no time to think about it as it opened it's bloody mouth to bite dow-

Suddenly it started screeching, scrambling away from you as flames engulfed it. You slid backwards on the ground, trying to avoid any burns from the burning Rugaru. You looked around, planning to see Sam or Dean, but you saw no one.

"Dean?...Sam?" You asked, getting up and walking away from the burning monster. 

"Sam....." You asked, peeking around the corner into the living room where you had left them. You only saw the blonde man standing there, no brothers in sight. 

You actually slumped, disappointed. Was he keeping you on a leash of something?

"Lucifer." You breathed, annoyed. He was glaring at you, her blue eyes holding some icy expression in them. He was angry, you figured, since the lights of the house were flickering violently. 

"Do you have cotton in your ears?" He asked, tilting his head to side. His voice was calm however, which confused you. 

"Excuse me?" You asked "Where's Sam and Dean."

"Back at the hotel. I have altered their memories so that they think they let you go. They will forget why they are even in this town and move on with their life.....or whats left of it." He said, taking steps towards you. 

As many steps he took towards you, you took the same amount of steps away from him. The smell of burning flesh was floating into the air, and you dully noted the dying groans of the Rugaru in the kitchen. You were really just focused on the intimidating angel...no...devil that was approaching you with a nerve-wracking calm look. 

"I said stay in the motel and you just go running about! You nearly died, again!" He shouted. 

You screamed, not because he had shouted, but because the lights in the kitchen shattered and rained glass on the two of you. The only light was the dying flame of the dead Rugaru and the pale moonlight streaming through the windows. 

"A-Actually...." You bravely interjected "You suggested that I stay in motel...." 

"Silence!" He boomed. The burning corpse's dying flames exploded into brand new fire, and you cowered backward, the light of the flames flickering off of both of your figures. Lucifer's bright blue eyes were burning holes right into your courage, and you actually felt afraid. You hadn't felt this scared since you first met him, a couple months back. 

"I don't think you realize how grateful you should be. I saved you from that monster. That monster, who was sniffing you and...." he paused, his eyebrows furrowing "...it was going to eat you."

"Lucifer, I....Um...I'm sorry?"

"I didn't tell you to speak." He snorted, backing away and giving you some breathing space. 

"C-Can I just go to my motel room, please?" You squeaked.

"What? Just so I could flash away, and you go off and almost get yourself killed again?" He huffed, his eyes still gazing into yours. The unyielding eye contact was actually making you nervous and you attempted to look at other things than the blonde male, but you kept finding yourself looking back at those blue eyes.

"No." You strained. 

"Lying." He pointed out "I don't know if I should just chain you up and leave you in some room or waste my time being your personal bodyguard." 

Kinky. You thought to yourself. 

Lucifer gave you a frown. 

"Why do you care anyway." You snorted.

"Do I really need to repeat myself? I do not like people .Touching. My. Things." 

"I am not your thing!" You shouted, throwing your hands out exaggeratedly. "Ugghhh. I hate you!"

Then there was Silence......

The flames of the monster's corpse died away and you found yourself not being able to see much except the glowing eyes of Satan and the moonlight that barely lit the house. Suddenly, unexpectedly, the blue eyes were right in front of you and with it came tension. 

"No you don't." He growled, grabbing your chin. Your eyes widened, and you tried to shift away, but then his lips were upon yours. It was so sudden and so rough, that your mind couldn't register any actions at first. 

,but then you were kissing back.

and now both of you were kissing. 

If someone was to walk in on you two right now, they wouldn't have known that this blonde man was the Devil himself and you had just been lucky enough to win his favor. Actually, you had done more than that. You had sparked his interest.

Then, the kissing was over, and you two parted, a trail of saliva stringing between both of your mouths. 

Okay, what just happened? Was your first thoughts.

His blue eyes were still glowing, but they were half lidded now and he gazed at you, hungrily. "Lucifer." You breathed, taking a couple steps backwards. He looked like some kind of predator now, rather than the normally bipolar, annoying Lucifer you were used to.  

He advanced towards you, and you could instantly sense that something wasn't right.

The real Lucifer wouldn't do this, would he? No. He told you himself. He wasn't interested, but why was he looking at you like that. 

"Lucifer, w-what's wrong with you?" You stuttered. 

He didn't reply, but continued to stalk forward. His lips drew back and his tongue licked over his lips. It was startling, and kinda hot, but you were still scared of why he was acting like this. "(Y/N)" He breathed. You found yourself pinned now, as your back hit the counter and prevented you from backing up anymore. 

"Lucifer." You whispered, staring wide-eyed. 

"(Y/N)" He replied, standing a couple of feet from you. He leaned forward, his breath hitting your neck and, almost instinctively, you tilted your head to the side to give him more access to it. He attacked your neck, biting and sucking at the flesh as if he was starving. 

"(Y/N)." Lucifer growled, sending shivers down your spine. He pressed his body closer to yours, hands exploring their way down the gray hoodie covering your body. "(Y/N)....(Y/N)...." 

He blinked, drawing himself away from your neck. The ice that was in his eyes melted off, and he stared at you in surprise. You, on the other hand, was breathing heavily, your eyes half lidded while your breaths came out in pants. "Wha-wha..." You began, as he stepped back a few steps. 

"Dammit!" 

You yelped as he slammed his hand down on the counter, leaving the surface of it shattered and cracked where his fist impacted it. "Uuuugghhhh. I can't take this. This is torture." he muttered. He was probably addressing himself, but you stepped forward and reached a hand out anyway.

"What?" You asked.

The blonde male flinched back as if he had been stung, and sent you a glare. When he didn't move, you dropped your hand and moved back to pressing yourself against the counter. Yet he continue to glare at you, until you finally turned away and made your way across the kitchen towards the door.

"I'm....in mating season." he mumbled finally.

You paused, trying to register what he was saying. 

"Oh." You spoke.

He growled, rolling his shoulder in frustration. "I can't be around you." 

"Why not?"

"Because! You're so...you're so tempting and I don't know how longer I can keep this up." 

"Then don't." You huffed. You moved closer to him, hoping to console him or....do something, but he snapped towards you with blazing blue eyes.

"You are human. I want nothing to do with you!" He snarled. However, it sounded like he was just trying to convince himself instead of telling you this. Suddenly, he reached forward and grabbed your arm and the world rushed by your face. 

Now you were in a room. A concrete room with no windows, and only two doors. The room you were in had a cream colored couch and small black television. There was a couple pictures hung up, but most were crooked and cracked. "Lucifer?" you asked, your voice echoing through the room.

You didn't see him, but his voice echoed through the room "This is a warded area, you will be safe here." 

"So I'm a prisioner?!"
 
There wasn't a reply.

"Lucifer!?"

Still it was silent

"God damn you!"