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You hated it here with all your might. Working for Valentino was making you sicker everyday. The way his drug Saliva was intoxicating the air around you, making you feel dizzy and tipsy. The way the lingerie hung uncomfortable on your skin, the sweat that pearled off your body made you even sicker than before. The microphone in your one hand was the only thing that made you grab onto the reality. Your child you would be so disappointed that you are standing here, on this stage in front of a Sinner, like yourself. A Sinner like everyone in this pit. The bitter taste of alcohol on your tongue was still sweeter than the glares you were getting from your own team. It isn't the first time you felt this way. In hell, getting backstabbed is one of the least problems. You can't trust anyone. The first days you arrived here, you were lying to yourself. Making a fool out of you, every time. Jealousy, death and pain was normal here. Everyone drowned their problem down with drugs, killing and sex. You were no exception. Valentino was, as always, sitting on his throne like chair, observing your every move. “Dear Kitty, come to papi.” The way Valentino called for you was making you want to vomit. The lust in his voice was unbearable. Your heels were hitting the ground as you walked over to Valentino. “What is it, papi?“ How much you hated that pet name. As much as you don't want to call him this way, he doesn’t accept another from you. His little kitten, his possession. No one should touch his possession. Or else you'd feel his anger with no mercy. “The performance was great as always! I couldn’t look away at those hips. But one thing was missing.“ He tapped on his lap, gesturing you to sit on it. With hesitant you sat down onto his lap. “What papi?“ Valentinos lower hands were now on your hips as the other was caressing your cheek and the other was holding his pipe. “You know I love the way you say it, don’t ya?” Valentinos chuckle was burning down your ears, poison would’ve burn less. His caressing hand was now holding your lip, “You know, I’ve been planning to let you meet one of my favorites. After you, of course.” You squinted your eyes at him, “I don’t understand?” His pipe made its way towards you as you breathed in his toxin. “Angel.”The sudden change of voice was giving you the shills. Another sinner made his way towards you. It was indeed the famous porn star, Angel Dust. “Meet Kitty, the Star in our business.” The said sinner held his head down, almost in submission. “I’m Kitty and you are?” You introduced yourself and shook his hand. He introduced himself to you with full blown energy. Something you didn't expect. You jumped down from Valentinos Lap as you blew him a kiss, “Don’t miss me too much Papi.” He chuckled as he dismissed you. “You sure like him.” Angel pointed towards Valentino. You chuckled in Irony, “I actually hate him.” You confessed to him. You two continued to leave the club. “Wha-? Where are we going?” Angel said scared, his hand latched onto you making you stop in your tracks. “We are going to my room. No Val allowed!” You chuckled as you pulled him towards your room. He stopped. Confused you look towards him, “Actual I have to go to a Hotel.” He said anxious. “Well I could join you?” His face turned fast to fright, “No, NO. It’s okay, the people are very weird, you wo-“ you pinched his skin and he hissed in pain. “I don’t care, bring me to the Hotel.” You'd rather join him in the Hotel, than rot in this place alone. You were so alone these days.Your mouth was gaped as you entered the freshly Hotel, everything was so colorful and yet dark and delicate. “Wow!” Was the only thing you even thought when you looked around. You made your way towards the window and your finger grazed the clean wood of the Hotel. A squiek brought you out of the trance as your eyes shifted towards a blond woman, she looked very humane for a sinner. “OH MY GAWD! WE HAVE A NEW GUEST, EVERYONE!” The sudden shouting made your ear twitch in annoyance. “Wait Charlie! She’s just visiting!” Angel got in between, he shielded me from her hugging attempts. A static sound and a shadow lurked to your left, “Well, Hello my dear! If it isn’t the famous singer, Kitty!” His huge smile was very uncomfortable for you. “What’s the smile for?” You pointed towards the unknown guy as he disappeared and appeared behind you grabbing your shoulders, “A smile is very useful, you should try it.” His sharp nails trailed your lips like you were the Joker. He laughed when you moved away from his hard grasp. “The hell” you mutter. You turned around and looked over to the stairs as you saw another guy with familiar featured with the girl named Charlie. “What’s going on?” He asked and you couldn’t relate more to a question than right now.“Angel brought a Guest, A famous one even.” You waved towards them, “OH, I’M SO SORRY! LET ME INTRODUCE EVERYONE TO YOU!” You hissed at her loudness, damn your ears are sensitive. She quickly apologized and talked a little more normal. "My name is Charlie, I'm the owner of this wonderful resident." You two shook your hands and smiled at each other. “This is Husk, our Bartender.” The said guy waved at you and you politely repeat the gesture. “And this is Alastor, my helping hand.” So Alastor is the name of the wierdo. “This is my girlfriend, Vaggie.” You waved at her and she waved back. “This is Nifty, our cleaning girl.” You looked to the small girl in front of you. “Can I clean your underwear?” You chuckled at the weird question as Charlie Apologized for her behaivor. She pointed towards the guy that looked almost exactly like her, “That’s my Father, Lucifer Morningstar.” If you were alone right now, you’d probably be screaming. The Devil was right in front of you! The pure Evil! “Hello, nice to meet you. And what’s your name?” You bowed quickly as you started to introduce yourself. For the devil he was quite nice. “My Celebrity name is Kitty. My actual name is Y/n. Nice to meet you all.” You already know that the next few days are going to be exhausting. Pretending to be someone you're not. Pretending that you love being you. That you are confident. ______ Some time passed and with the days you visited the Hotel, the more you realized that one person did not like you at all. With your luck it was The Lucifer Morningstar. Oh, and you were so wrong. He wasn't nice at all. He's the complete opposite, since the first meeting. From making rude comments to spilling extra coffee onto your clothes, worst part is, you hate coffee. Always Ignoring you, sharing false Information about you. You don't know what you did to him, to deserve that embarrassment. You really don’t know why he hates you that much. Is it self hatred or is it because he doesn’t like sinners at all? And if so, why doesn’t he do those things to the other guest? “Angel, He hates me.” Your voice muffled as your head rested in your hands. Angels hand caressed your back. “I don’t think he hates you. Maybe it’s just a coincidence?” You gave Angel the ‘Are you serious‘ face. “Okayyy maybe he does hate ya, but who cares?” you groaned as you sat back, “He’s Lucifer. The king of hell! Of course I care!” The sudden outburst made Angel wince a bit, he gave you your Mojito glass. “I think you need this.” You muttered a small thanks as you took a huge gulp out of the glass. “I hate when life is so complicated. And in a few hours I have to perform at Valentinos club. I don’t want to see his purple fuck face.” Angel laughed, “Who would like to see him though?” I shrug my shoulders as I stood up. “Was nice spending some time you with you Angel, sadly I have to go.” You gave him a huge hug.When you made your way towards the exit, you saw the one and only Lucifer Morningstar, leaning onto the door. You sigh, why you? “Excuse me sir, I have to pass.” You said polite, not wanting to get into trouble. His red scarlet eyes beamed to you as he finally looked you into the eyes, he rolled his eyes. He didn’t budge, “I wanted to ask you something.” He sigh deeply, his finger tapped onto his cane, “Charlie would like to have you in the Hazbin Hotel.” His annoyance was very obvious, “I don’t know why she wants someone useless like you, but, I can’t change her mind. So, would you like to join?” You blinked up to him, irritated by his strained voice. “Huh?” You were confused, why did Lucifer asked you and not Charlie? “Are you deaf?” His eyes squinted. “I’m just confused. Charlie could’ve asked herself, you know?” His eyebrow raised as he huffed in annoyance. “That’s none of your business, Kitty.” He sassed back to you, still he made space for you, to leave. “Think about it.”______Moving into the Hotel? Is that even a good Idea? It would be nice to not always be in your working environment. There was just one Issue. Valentino wouldn’t allow that. In no universe would Valentino ever let go of his precious Kitten. Not in a billion years. You were after all his main Income. With a sigh you stepped into the V’s huge empire. “Kitty!” The hot pink smoke made it clear who it was. “Where have you been going lately?! You’re missing your studio sessions.” You took a deep breath in, it’s been a while since Valentino had used this voice drop on you. “I’m sorry papi, I was just looking for new clients.” Valentino beamed in surprise. Your puppy eyes were showing some effect. “Such a good kitty cat you are. That’s why you’re the best!” His sudden mood swing doesn’t surprise you at all. That's just Valentino. He never seems disappointed when you bring some new clients. Even though this time you were lying. You sat down in the car that was waiting for you both. The door closed and soon you drove through the pride ring, into one of Valentino’s club. In the changing room the mood was very anxious. Everyone was tiptoeing around Valentino. Valentino also seemed to be very pissed. So, you avoided talking to him. “Kitty, you’re next.” With a sigh you stood up. The pearls on your lingerie outfit were very cold, making your nipple harden. “Let’s get over with this.” Your heels stabbed the ground in an elegant, yet scary way. The music started to play announcing your arrival on stage. You took the microphone as you sang soft yet hard notes into it. “There are no more tears to cryI heard you beggin' for lifeRunnin' out of medicineYou're worse than you've ever been” You moved outside of the curtain which were hiding you. You looked around the room and you saw no one else than Charlie, Husk, Vaggie and Angel. Your brows knitted, what are they doing here? When your show was over, a lot of applause echoed through the shallow walls. With in seconds you were in front of Charlie and the others. “What are you doing here?!” Angel sighed, “Told y’all she’s not going to be happy about it. But no one listens to me.” Charlie jumped up and bowed really quick, you chuckle at her cute antics. “I’m so so soooo sorry! I thought if we come watch you, we’d come more along. You know, support you and all.” she's so cute you thought, “You could’ve at least told me, you know?” Your cheeks felt warm all of the sudden. No one really cared about supporting you ever. Charlie really was different. “Thank you.” You muttered and the others held a thumb up, making you laugh again. “Kitty.” The cold voice of Valentino was like a ghost creeping up behind you, if not even worse. A hard hand landed on your shoulder, making you spin around. “We need to talk. In private.” He said while gesturing towards Charlie and the others. With a shaking breath you bid the other goodbye. Meanwhile they gave you a Sympathetic look, almost. It was weird for you. It’s as almost as if they cared. Your inner insecurities screamed at you. They do not care about you, why would they even? That's what you tell yourself. You're not ready to get hurt, again. You walked next to the stomping Valentino, but all you could focus about was the reaction from the others. Were you friends? Are you even that special to have friends? You and Angel are in a way, you two share the same fate. Sold half of your soul just for some extra money. Pathetic, isn’t it? But that is all what you are, all what Y/n ever was. But now you were Kitty, a superstar. Someone everyone liked. All you have to do is look good and sexy, be dump. Yet what were these faces? You don’t want to see those faces. It was irking you. Your blood quirk started to make your blood almost burn down your veins, allowing you to step back to reality. And all of the sudden, a Slap was all that you felt. You collided the cold ground with a groan. “Kitty, papi is really mad right now.” You didn’t moved an inch, “I thought I taught you better than that. Lucifer’s brat? Really? What is even so special about her?!” You winced as Valentino pulled your head towards him, “You were a bad girl. And you know what happens to bad girls.” Your whole body shook as raw flashbacks came back. A Man you once called your lover, holding you in the same position. You didn't want this to happen. You couldn't control your quirk 100 percent. Valentinos blood vessels started to burst and he coughed blood onto you, “Fucking Bitch!” He clicked a button on a remote, not even a second later an electric shock flowed through your body making you scream. “Useless”. All you could see was your past lover standing in front of you. Not Valentino. Tears streamed down your face as everything went black. “I’m Sorry.”
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The ground was cold and hard. Your buzzing head was the only thing that kept you from screaming at the pain your body was in.
Plus, you couldn’t move.
You were sure Valentino would've at least put you somewhere comfortable. But the other outcome wasn’t much of a surprise.
You don’t trust anyone enough to ever do something to help you.
No.
Not even on living humans helped each other. So, who would even consider in hell?
Who’d help a pathetic thing like yourself. Drowning yourself in self pity, that’s how pathetic you were. A whine escaped your mouth and all you could feel was both the mental and physical pain.
The door creaked open, you only saw those leather heels and white fur legs that were similar to Angel. “Kitty!”
Who was that again? Oh right, you.
“What did Val do to you.” You winced as he picked you up from the ground, carrying you out of the club.
It was Indeed Angel.
Everything happened so quickly, in one moment you were walking beside Valentino and the next you were displayed on the cold ground.
Now you were carried by Angel who was running through the streets. What an outcome.
You tried to talk but just a groan came out, “Stay Awake! I’ll get you help!” Help? Why would he try to help you? You tried to stay awake, and it was getting harder every second. Soon even the voices muffled around you.
No good sign. You were just so exhausted.
Angel was in full panic mode the moment he saw you laying motionless on the ground. What has Valentino done to you, that you blacked out that bad? Charlie and the others already left and he just wanted to see if you’re alright.
He knows the best, that Valentino can be a lot.
He burst into the hotel, screaming for help. Valentino could’ve poisoned you or worse, hurt you with angelic weapon.
Angels scared shouting was alerting the whole hotel. Charlie found her way pretty fast to the spider. “What happened?!” Charlie crouched to get a better look at you. You were pale and your whole body was shaking.
“She’ll be alright.” A Voice behind Charlie said, Lucifer. “You say that so easy, she’s shaking!” Angel scratched his scalp in stress. “She’s a Sinner, only Angelic power can really harm her.” He said calmly as he sipped from his tea. “What if she’s gotten hurt from angelic power?! What then?” Lucifer rolled his eyes, “She’s being dramatic. If it was angelic, I would’ve felt it. At least sensed it. But nope, nothing, nada.”
Angel eyes twitched, “Dramatic?” Charlie was also looking in shock at her father. “Dad, she’s hurting. How could you say something like that?” This was very unusual for Lucifer.
Normally he would’ve helped someone in need. Most especially when his daughter cared about the person. But every time your name fell or even you were near him or Charlie, he gets the ick.
He couldn’t explain it himself. You were just so annoying.
Just your present alone was already enough. He wanted to help his daughter, she was too nervous to ask you to stay in the hotel.
So, he talked to you.
The way you talked like your voice was silk was sickening. If you die right here right now, He wouldn’t care even one bit.
Lucifer pointed towards your body, which was slowly going back into a normal state. “See, everything’s alright.” He spun around as he made his way towards his apartment.
You really piss him off.
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After that event, you stayed in the hotel for a while.
Working wasn’t allowed so you chattered with the other’s, when they weren’t busy. Well, everyone except Lucifer. He’s been avoiding you much more lately.
When you’d see him, he was glaring at you all the time. You don’t even understand why he was hating you now more than before. Did something happened?
“I should talk to him, right?” You asked husk with your Mojito in your hand, “I don’t know, kid. He isn’t a fan of yours.” You chuckled, “Oh, really? I just want to live peaceful. If he doesn’t like me, I’d leave the hotel. Easy.” It could be so easy.
You sigh again, your glass clunked when you put it onto the wood. “I just want to know what I did wrong. I don’t like hurting others nor disturbing someone's peace.” Your hands moved up and down your arms, trying to comfort yourself.
“And yet, you are still in Hell,” He sigh, “Do what you want kid, just be careful, kay.” You took a huge sip of the Alcohol, the burning sensation lets you forget the nervousness that raged in your stomach. When you finally had the courage, you started to make your way to Lucifer.
The closer you get towards Lucifer's door, the slower your steps start to be. As the door was in sight, your heart started to pound louder and harder. “You can do this Y/n.”
Your fist raised on the red door, you were shivering in fear. The knock was hard and harsh, making you wince at the loudness. A few rattles were heard behind the door, in the next second the door opened revealing the small king.
“Oh.” His attempt to close the door was stopped from your feet. “We have to talk.” You said serious and Lucifer looked again, annoyed. “Yeah, no.” He opened the door again and walked past you.
“Your highness, please.” Lucifer ignored you, his finger graced onto the wall, “dusty.” He muttered. You ran towards him, “Your Highness!” Still nothing.
“Lucifer!” finally he halted. “Finally I-“ “What did you call me?” His voice was firm and stern. “I-“ Did you do something wrong?
His horns started to grow on his head and your surroundings started to fall into darkness. The lights started to flicker. His tail, you didn’t knew he had, started to flick dangerous behind him.
“It’s already enough that you little scum disturbed the little peace I just had.” The hallway started to get hotter every second. And not in a good way. Your skin felt like it was melting away, the pain was now still bearable.
“I’m so-“ His growl interrupted you, “Stop talking! How can someone be so annoying! Just your presence is so disturbing. I hate it even when you speak!” Your breath hitched, your fear making your body halt in every movement.
His nails started to turn red and a flame started to rage between his horns.
“You should’ve died yesterday!” Flames started to burn around you, burning a bit your skin. Your ears started to ring, Lucifer's words started to stab your heart. You should've listened to husk.
Lucifer didn't look humane anymore. Every soft feature of him disappeared. All you could see was the thirst of blood. The itching in his hand to just kill you limp by limp.
“How can anyone even like, even Love you?! Such a stupid little bitch who doesn’t even understand the concept of peace!” You took a step back, in a blink he was in front of you, holding you tight on your neck.
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The moment he pulled you up and closed his hand around your neck, tight, you wanted to scream. Your nails scratched onto his arms. His skin was hot and burning. His hand that strangles you was starting to break your skin, under the heat and force.
You wanted to scream, shout but nothing came out.
You opened your eyes and all you could see in those red raging eyes from Lucifer, was him. It was a deja vu.
An re-living of how you died all those years ago. This hatred in those eyes. Your eyes started to tear up. You wanted it to stop.
This hate in their eyes.
Your Mother,
Your Lover,
And now Lucifer.
Your boiled blood started to pour onto Lucifers skin, your vocal-chords started to burn from the heat. A pain you've never experienced bloomed and your blood started to form around Lucifer. your body was acting on Autopilot. Trying to protect you.
With one forceful push, a cut formed onto Lucifers cheek, the golden blood dripped slowly onto his shirt. The sudden pain brought him back to reality. Like someone poured freezing water onto him.
He let you go and you fell full force onto the ground.
You couldn’t breathe, your neck was burning hard and your face twisted in pain. The only thing was a bloody screech from you in pain.
Your body was shaking uncontrollable. Your surrounding was black and no one but your mother was standing in front of you. Her nose pinched up.
“
You’re such a disgrace. Who would’v
e ever liked you?
” Your throat was burning,
and every attempt to talk was like a hot iron in your throat. “I-I.. so-“ you coughed out blood, painting the black carped dark red. You scratched onto the wet carpet.
“So-“ another bloody cough. “-rry!” Blood flooded out of your mouth and it was so painful. “You’re so beautiful Y/n, when you’re this broken you know.” Your eyes wandered up to those pretty eyes of him. You raised your arm up to meet his hands, but they glided through. “Who could ever love you.”
You grabbed your head, you want it to stop.
Stop!
Another screech left you but this time, your brain was hot, burning. And the other moment you just switched up. Your body slumped to the floor like a corpse.
Lucifer looked in horror at you.
“Kitty? Kitty!” He ran towards you holding your head in his hands. “What a Show. What a shame it ended now!” Alastor laughed heartily, his body morphed into the shadows.
Lucifer was checking for any pulse, but no. Charlie stormed down the now burned hall, “Dad?” “Call Belphegor right now!” Charlie terrified grabbed her phone. The moment Belphegor was on the phone Lucifer snatched the phone out of charlies hands.
“Bel, I need you. Fast!” He was in full panic.
Why?
He doesn’t have any clue.
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“That’s not good.” Bel muttered as she checked your Vitals. “Her heart is beating but very slow and she’s in a coma. Her Vocal-chords are damaged but she will be able to talk again.”
She closed the curtain from the bed. She sighed deeply, her gaze shifting towards Lucifer. “Lucifer, Why?” Lucifer moved a bit but wasn’t looking at Belphegor.
“Look at me Lucifer. Why would you do that, that’s not usual for you.”
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Lucifer was ashamed.Guilt consumed him, an unrelenting storm within.The hatred he bore for himself was blinding, a corrosive force eating at his core.You reminded him so much of her. Her voice, her defiance, her fragility. Yet you were a Sinner. That much was undeniable. There was a reason you were here, in Hell. You had taken his gift—perverted it—used it to cause harm.His hatred for Sinners, compounded by the agonizing loss of his wife, had overtaken him. It had twisted him so deeply that he had nearly killed you.But in his darkest moments, one truth clawed at the edges of his mind: he was no better than any soul condemned to Hell.Lucifer’s crimson eyes shifted to your unconscious body. Guilt seared his throat, sharp and relentless. Swallowing felt like choking on fire, his very existence trembling beneath the weight of his shame. The image of you sprawled on the floor, engulfed in flames—his flames—was burned into his memory.He’d almost killed you.For God’s sake, he’d nearly wiped you out of existence. The hatred he’d felt was gone now, eclipsed by something far more unbearable. When he looked at you, all he saw was her. The ghost of her face haunted yours, but there was a difference that tore at him.You tried.You had tried to reach him, to understand the rift between you. You hadn’t run, hadn’t abandoned him like the others. And what had he done? He’d unleashed his wrath upon you. He clawed at his own hair in anguish, the memories creeping back like venom through his veins.He was the Devil, after all. The King of Hell.The door creaked open, revealing Belphegor, her purple eyes shadowed with grim purpose. Behind her were the other Sins, their faces pale and silent. Lucifer’s gaze met his daughter’s, but she refused to look at him.“We have a problem,” Belphegor said, her voice like broken glass in the silence. The air grew heavy as everyone waited for her to continue.She pointed toward you, still and fragile, wrapped in bloodstained bandages. “Y/n’s body is fighting for survival. Something in her has triggered... something dark. She’s using her own ability to destroy herself.”Lucifer stiffened. What?The room collectively held its breath. Charlie, the beacon of hope, crumpled beside your bed, her hands trembling. “There must be a way to save her!” she pleaded, her voice cracking with desperation.Belphegor laughed bitterly, her grin devoid of humor. “There is. But it’s not simple. We need to understand why she’s doing this—why she wants to end herself so badly.”Charlie’s face brightened with a fragile flicker of hope. “How? How do we figure that out?”Belphegor’s eyes darkened into endless voids as she turned sharply toward Lucifer. “There’s only one who can do it. Him. He’s the only one who can enter Y/n’s mind and uncover the truth.”The room erupted. Angel stepped forward, his fury palpable. “No! I won’t let that monster near her again! Not in her mind!”Belphegor’s voice dropped, her tone chilling. “Would you rather let her die?”Angel faltered, his protest caught in his throat.“Then shut up,” she hissed. “Lucifer is the only one capable. He’ll do it. Or she’s gone forever.”After a long, tension-filled silence, Lucifer sat heavily beside your bed. His hands trembled as he placed them on your fragile frame. “I’m sorry, Y/n,” he whispered. A soft glow enveloped you both as Lucifer’s eyes darkened, pulling him into the abyss of your mind._____It was dark.You were terrified.The endless void stretched around you as you fell, powerless and weightless, for what felt like hours. Was this death? Was this the final punishment?Your body ached as though you were splintering apart from the inside. Memories flashed before your eyes—fire licking at your skin, the unbearable agony of being burned alive. The screams ripped from your throat until you thought your voice was gone forever.Your hand lifted weakly, and you saw it: flames dancing across your skin, devouring you. A voice echoed in your mind, venomous and cruel: “You’re a disgrace. Who would ever love you?”The words hurt more than the fire, searing through your soul. You hadn’t wanted to hurt anyone. You’d tried to be good, but you had failed, hadn’t you? You were poison.The pain surged, and you closed your eyes, wishing for it to end.Then a blinding light erupted before you.“Kitty!” The voice was familiar—Lucifer’s. His tone held a desperation that made you hesitate.You reached toward the light but froze. Was he here to hurt you again? To finish what he started?The light condensed into a silhouette, and Lucifer appeared, his wings outstretched as he caught you in an instant. His hands, cool and steady, dispelled the fire on your skin, though the pain lingered deep inside.“I took the flames away,” he said, his voice breaking. “Why are you still hurting?”Your laughter was bitter, a broken sound. “Because I don’t belong here. I don’t belong anywhere.”Lucifer’s scarlet eyes widened, anguish etched into his face. “Don’t say that. Charlie needs you. I need you.”Your grip tightened on his collar, pulling him close. “You don’t get it. I destroy everything I touch. And you—” Your voice cracked as tears burned down your cheeks. “You proved it to me.”“No,” he pleaded, his voice raw. “Let me help you. Please. This is all my fault.”“I’m done pretending,” you whispered, your words sharp and final. “I won’t survive for someone else’s sake again.”Lucifer reached out as you slipped from his grasp, your body falling back into the void. His wings flared, desperate to catch you, but you didn’t fight it anymore. This time, you wouldn’t let anyone else decide your fate.“NO!” Lucifer’s scream tore through the darkness as he dove after you. He reached for you, fingers inches away.And then, impact.Your body shattered against the ground below, blood pooling like shadows. Lucifer collapsed beside you, his hands trembling as he cradled your broken form. “No,” he choked. “Kitty... don’t leave me. Please.”His powers surged, golden and furious, as he forced them into your lifeless body. The void erupted in violent light and shadow, a chaotic struggle of life and death.“I’ll save you,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Even if it means losing myself.”Painful seconds stretched into eternity before your body jerked violently, golden markings flaring across your skin. You screamed, the sound echoing in the endless void.Lucifer’s wings spread wide, casting shadows over the glowing thorns around you. His power consumed everything, binding you to him, forcing life back into you.The void fell silent.And then…“Who are you?” you asked, your voice quiet and unfamiliar.Lucifer turned, his eyes wide. “Kitty?”You tilted your head, a serene smile curving your lips. You looked towards an unfamiliar Man. A chill ran through Lucifer as another voice spoke, soft but chilling. “My name is Sharen. Nice to meet you, Y/n.”Lucifer’s eyes snapped toward the source of the voice, his chest tightening. The figure who called himself Sharen wore a disarmingly pleasant expression, but something about him was deeply, profoundly wrong.The air around him seemed to warp, oppressive and stifling, as if it carried the weight of something unspeakable. Lucifer’s skin prickled. He could feel it—a predator hidden beneath the mask of civility, its intentions coiled and waiting. Sharen’s smile stretched just a fraction too wide, his gaze holding a glint of malice that flickered like a shadow in candlelight.“Who... are you, Sharen?” Lucifer’s voice was low, strained, the edges sharp with suspicion. His hands itched to summon his power, to defend himself against whatever this was.Sharen tilted his head, the motion unnatural, a marionette moved by invisible strings. When he spoke, his tone was soft, almost mocking, each word curling through Lucifer’s mind like smoke.“Does it matter?” Sharen asked, his grin widening. “After all, I’m not the first version of myself you’ve met.”Lucifer stiffened, his breath catching as his surroundings began to shift. The void around him twisted, peeling back like scorched paper. He was no longer standing in nothingness but in a hazy, distorted memory—one that wasn’t his own.There you were. On your knees, flames licking at your skin as you screamed, your voice fractured with despair. And standing above you was him—Lucifer. Not the man he thought himself to be, but a monstrous version, his expression cold, merciless.Sharen’s voice echoed behind him, a venomous whisper:“Recognize yourself yet, my King?”
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Your laughter rang out like a soft melody, filling the cozy little café you and Sharen frequented.
The warm glow of the hanging lights bathed the space in a golden hue, casting a soft shine over his impossibly perfect features. His golden hair caught the light just right, accentuating the sharp angle of his jaw and the mischievous glint in his eyes. How had you gotten so lucky?
It had been a month since you and Sharen had made it official, and every day since had felt like a dream you never wanted to wake up from. He wasn’t just attentive—he was thoughtful in ways that left you breathless. The flowers he sent weren’t just bouquets; each arrangement seemed to carry a message. The letters he wrote weren’t just words on paper but pieces of his heart laid bare for you. And the dates? Every single one was magic, from moonlit strolls to surprise candlelit dinners under the stars.
Today was no different. You sat across from him, sipping on a perfectly brewed latte, as he leaned closer, his smile soft and inviting. His presence had a way of making everything else fade into the background.
“And then Darien said we should go find a woman for him because he feels so lonely,” you said between fits of laughter, clutching your stomach as you recalled the ridiculousness of the moment. Sharen chuckled, his deep, velvety voice melting into the warm air around you.
“You’re cruel, you know that? Laughing at Darien’s misery like that,” he teased, though the sparkle in his eyes told you he was thoroughly enjoying your happiness.
“I can’t help it,” you said, grinning. “It was just so unexpected!”
Your cheeks were starting to ache from smiling so much, but you didn’t care. Sharen had this way of making you feel alive, truly alive, like he saw you in a way no one else ever had. He didn’t just love you—he cherished you, celebrated you. You’d never known love could be like this, an endless cycle of giving and receiving that left you dizzy with joy.
The feeling was intoxicating, like riding a roller coaster at its peak, the rush of adrenaline and exhilaration so powerful you almost forgot to breathe.
You glanced over at him again, and for a moment, it felt surreal. His golden hair fell perfectly against his forehead, his lips curving into that easy smile you’d come to adore. How had someone like him chosen you? How had this beauty—inside and out—become yours?
“Are you even listening to me, hun?” His voice broke through your thoughts, and you startled, realizing he’d leaned forward. His face was mere inches from yours, his warm breath tickling your skin. Had he always been this close?
“I—I am,” you stammered, your voice a little breathless.
Sharen tilted his head, his amber eyes narrowing playfully. “Mmm, I’m not so sure about that,” he said, his smile quirking mischievously. “But I’ll let it slide this time.”
You giggled, the sound light and effortless, and he joined you, the two of you dissolving into laughter that felt like it could chase away any shadow.
For a moment, the world outside the café ceased to exist. It was just you and him, the aroma of coffee and pastries wrapping around you like a cocoon, the steady hum of conversation fading into the background.
As your laughter subsided, Sharen reached across the table, his hand brushing against yours. His fingers were warm, strong yet gentle, as they entwined with yours. His thumb traced small circles on the back of your hand, a simple gesture that sent sparks up your arm.
“You know,” he began, his voice softer now, almost tender, “seeing you happy like this... it makes everything worth it.”
Your heart fluttered, the sincerity in his words wrapping around you like a blanket. He lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a feather-light kiss to your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours.
“I mean it,” he continued, his gaze holding yours with an intensity that made your cheeks flush. “You deserve this, Y/n. All of it. Every flower, every letter, every moment like this.”
You smiled, the kind of smile that came from somewhere deep inside, and squeezed his hand. “And you deserve it too, Sharen. You’ve given me so much... more than I ever thought I could have.”
For a moment, neither of you spoke. The world outside moved on, but in that little café, time seemed to slow, stretching out this perfect moment between you. You wished it could stay like this forever, this feeling of safety, love, and warmth cocooning the both of you.
If this was a dream, you thought, let me never wake up.
_______
Two years. Two beautiful years, and your love for Sharen had only grown deeper with every passing day. The two of you had become inseparable, like two halves of the same soul, woven together so tightly that the thought of being apart felt unimaginable.
Sharen’s hand was warm against yours as he leaned in, his lips brushing tenderly against yours. The kiss was soft, unhurried, filled with a quiet affection that made your heart flutter every time. “I have a surprise for you, mon chéri,” he murmured against your lips, his golden eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and something deeper—something unspoken.
You smiled, letting him guide you outside into the cool evening air. The sky was painted in shades of twilight, and the shimmering lights from the pool danced across the surface like tiny stars. The moment felt almost too perfect, as though the universe itself had conspired to bring this scene to life.
Sharen stopped near the pool’s edge, turning to face you. His hands were trembling slightly as they cradled yours, and the weight of his gaze made your chest tighten. He seemed nervous—an unfamiliar look on a man who was usually so composed.
“I’ve wanted to ask you this for so long,” he began, his voice low, each word deliberate. “But I needed it to be the right time. And now... now, I know it is.”
Confused but intrigued, you tilted your head, your e/c eyes searching his face. “What is it, Sharen?”
He exhaled deeply, as though steeling himself for what was to come. Then, with a sudden, graceful motion, he sank to one knee.
Your heart stopped.
“I love you, Y/n,” he said, his voice steady now, but his eyes glistened with emotion. “I always have, and I always will. You are the light of my life, my goddess. Just one look into your eyes makes me the happiest man alive.” He paused, his free hand reaching into his pocket to reveal a small velvet box. “So, I’m asking this to the one and only person who holds my heart…”
The box snapped open to reveal a stunning ring, the diamond catching the pool’s lights and scattering them in every direction.
“Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?”
Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over before you could even think to stop them. You nodded, your voice trembling as you gasped out, “Oh my god, YES!”
Sharen’s hands were gentle but firm as he slipped the ring onto your shaking finger. In the next instant, you were in his arms, his embrace warm and steady as he held you tightly, grounding you in the whirlwind of emotion. You buried your face in his shoulder, your tears soaking into his shirt as you whispered, “I love you, Sharen.”
“I love you more,” he whispered back, pressing his lips to the top of your head. In his arms, you felt something you’d never truly known before: peace.
The day of the wedding was like a dream brought to life. The venue shimmered with golden hues, filled with the laughter of friends and family. Sharen’s entire family was there, their warmth and love enveloping you, and your closest friends stood by your side, sharing in your happiness.
But there was a twinge of sadness that you couldn’t completely push away. Your mother wasn’t here—and perhaps, deep down, you’d known she never would be.
“You’re a disgrace to the family.”
The venomous words echoed faintly in your mind, a shadow that hadn’t entirely faded. Your nails dug into your palm, grounding yourself as you forced those memories away. That torment was over.
No more.
There would be no more nights crying into a pillow, no more eating what she forced out of you, no more cruel barbs that left scars deeper than you could bear. You were free now. Free to build a life filled with love, warmth, and joy.
And at the center of it all was Sharen
.
He stood beside you now, his arm wrapped securely around your waist. His touch was tender, yet it held a quiet strength, as if he knew how much you needed him in this moment. He leaned close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “You look breathtaking, mon amour.”
Your chest swelled with emotion as you turned to look at him. His golden eyes were filled with so much love, so much adoration, that it made your heart ache in the best possible way.
Your life was perfect now. No more fighting. No more pain. Only him. Only love.
And as the two of you danced beneath the twinkling lights, surrounded by those who celebrated your happiness, you knew that this was where you were meant to be. Forever.
_______
Your hands were trembling, slick with sweat and blood. Everything around you was a haze of crimson—splattered walls, dripping curtains, and the sticky pool at your feet that clung to your shoes with every move. The gun in your hand felt impossibly heavy, its barrel still smoking as it gleamed under the dim, flickering light. At your feet lay a lifeless woman, her once vibrant eyes now dull and vacant, her face frozen in a mask of terror.
A strangled, broken laugh tore from your throat, bouncing off the suffocating silence of the room. It was a sound that didn’t feel like your own, an awful mix of hysterical laughter and soul-shaking sobs. Your chest heaved with the weight of emotions clawing at you from the inside—grief, guilt, rage, and despair blending into an unbearable cacophony.
You hadn’t wanted this. You never wanted to take another life. You weren’t a murderer. But it didn’t matter. You had done it.
Because it’s what he wanted.
“I just... I just wanted him back,” you whimpered to no one, your voice raw and trembling. “The real Sharen. The caring Sharen. The man who loved me…” Your words dissolved into a guttural sob as you looked at your hands—shaking, bloodied, foreign.
But Sharen wasn’t that man anymore. He had become a monster, a hollow version of the man you loved. And to keep even the faintest glimmer of that love alive, you’d done unspeakable things for him. You’d slept with strangers to satisfy his whims. You’d pulled the trigger to line his pockets with blood money. All for him.
Your clothes clung to your skin, soaked through with the sticky warmth of the woman’s blood. The metallic tang filled your nose, making you gag. Your body felt as if it were crumbling under the weight of your crimes, yet your heart screamed for the life you had lost.
“For us!” you cried out, your voice echoing through the empty house. Your trembling hand went to your stomach, clutching protectively at the small swell there.
Lucifer watched in silence, unseen within the boundaries of your memory. His crimson eyes widened with horror as realization struck him like a lightning bolt. “She’s pregnant…” he whispered, the words barely escaping his lips. His hand flew to his mouth, unable to stifle the cry that threatened to escape. He wanted to save you, to pull you out of this nightmare, but he couldn’t. Not yet. He was trapped in your memory, forced to watch your pain unfold like a gruesome play.
“You don’t deserve this, Y/n,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “They care about you—Charlie, the others—they love you. Please, hold on.” But his words fell into the void, unheard and unacknowledged.
Your steps were heavy, dragging across the bloodstained floor as you made your way to the bedroom. Each footfall echoed in the silent house like the tolling of a death knell. Your hand hesitated on the cold iron door handle, but you pushed forward, your trembling grip turning it.
The sight inside was a knife to your already bleeding heart.
There he was. Sharen. The man you had given your heart, your body, your soul to. And he was entwined with another woman, their limbs tangled in an embrace so intimate it made your stomach churn.
“Sharen?” Your voice was weak, breaking on his name. You looked at him, your bloodied hands trembling at your sides, your hollow eyes pleading.
Sharen froze for a moment, his golden hair tousled and his perfect face clouded with irritation. He slipped away from the woman, wrapping a robe around his body with casual ease. His eyes scanned you with disgust, taking in the blood-soaked dress clinging to your form.
“God, look at you,” he sneered, his voice cold and venomous. “You’re pathetic.”
Your breath hitched as you took a step toward him. “I did what you told me to do,” you murmured, your voice cracking. “I did it for us, Sharen. So we could be together.”
Sharen stepped back, laughing bitterly. “You stupid bitch. You actually did it?” He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. His laughter wasn’t warm—it was sharp, cruel, cutting into you like shards of glass. “Good thing I married such an obedient little lapdog.”
“Sharen… I… I love you,” you whispered, tears streaking down your bloodied cheeks.
His smile twisted into something monstrous as he reached for the knife on the nightstand. “Love?” he spat. “You think this is love? You’re nothing to me. Not as a wife, not even as a woman.”
The world tilted as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking you down. You gasped, pain shooting through your scalp as his words hit you like a series of blows.
“And more disgrace,” Sharen spat, his voice dripping with venom as his cold eyes raked over you. “A mixed thing growing in your stomach. How utterly disgusting.”
You staggered back, clutching at your abdomen protectively. Tears blurred your vision, but you could still see the gleam of the knife in his hand as he took a step closer. “Sharen… please…”
The words choked in your throat, thick with desperation.
But he wasn’t listening.
He never listened.
The blade plunged into your stomach with a force that knocked the breath from your lungs. You screamed, a bloodcurdling sound that echoed off the walls, but it wasn’t enough to stop him. With a cruel twist of the knife, pain exploded through your body like fire, searing and unrelenting. Blood gushed from the wound, hot and sticky, soaking the front of your dress and pooling at your feet.
Your knees gave out, and you crumpled to the floor, clutching at the wound in a feeble attempt to stop the bleeding. “No… no, please…” you sobbed, the words barely audible over your gasps for air. “My baby… my baby!”
But he didn’t stop. Sharen kicked you savagely, the impact sending you sprawling across the blood-slicked floor. Your head struck the corner of a nightstand with a sickening crack, and stars danced in your vision. The pain in your womb was unbearable, a relentless reminder of the life being ripped away from you.
“My child…” you whimpered, your trembling hands pressed against your abdomen. Blood seeped through your fingers, warm and unyielding, as the reality of what he had done crashed over you like a tidal wave. “No… my baby…”
Your scream tore from the depths of your soul, raw and guttural, a sound of pure, unadulterated anguish. It echoed through the house, but it brought no help, no mercy. It was a scream for a life that would never be. A scream for the only thing that gave your shattered existence meaning.
Sharen sneered down at you, his face twisted into a mask of contempt. “How can someone like you be so damn annoying?” he hissed, his tone laced with disgust.
You didn’t have the strength to reply, didn’t have the air to scream again as the knife came down once more. This time, it pierced your throat.
Pain erupted anew, and you gurgled helplessly, blood spilling from your lips and staining the floor in crimson rivulets. You tried to scream, tried to cry out, but all that escaped was a wet, choking sound. Your hands clawed weakly at the floor, at him, at anything, but there was nothing left to hold onto.
Sharen leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. “Farewell, you stupid bitch,” he hissed, his voice cruel and unfeeling. “Who could ever love someone like you?”
The final stab came with deliberate precision, the blade plunging into your skull. The pain was blinding, like shards of glass driving into your brain. Sharen used his full weight, forcing the knife deeper, the sickening sound of bone cracking filling the room.
Your body convulsed, every nerve screaming in agony, but you were too weak to fight back. The darkness crept in, slow and suffocating, as your vision blurred and your thoughts faded into nothingness.
There was one last snap—a grotesque, final note in the symphony of your suffering—and then, silence.
That was how you died.
Lucifer’s eyes widened in horror, the scene before him an unbearable tableau of carnage and despair. Blood pooled beneath her lifeless body, staining the ground a deep crimson, the metallic scent hanging heavy in the air. His knees buckled, and he dropped to the ground with a thud, his breath hitching as an agonizing whine escaped his throat. He had seen many things in his eternal existence, but this—this was a nightmare that cut deeper than any punishment he had ever endured.
He tried to speak, to form words of defiance or comfort, but all that emerged was a strained whimper. His gaze snapped upward at the figure looming above her broken body—Sharen, or what had been Sharen. The man stood tall, the flicker of a smirk curling his lips. But there was something wrong with him, something off.
Lucifer’s voice was low and trembled with fury. “You… you did this to her. You’re a monster.”
Sharen chuckled, the sound low and mocking, like the scrape of nails on stone. “A monster? Oh, Lucifer, you give me too much credit.” He leaned down slightly, his golden hair catching a faint, eerie glow from an unseen source. “Do you really think I’m Sharen?”
“What are you talking about?” Lucifer’s fists clenched against the floor, his voice tinged with desperation.
The figure straightened, an unsettling grin spreading across his face. His form began to shimmer and warp, the edges of his body blurring as though he were made of smoke. “I am not Sharen. I am her torment.” His voice was layered, a mix of Sharen’s tone and something far darker, more insidious.
Lucifer froze, his jaw tightening as the figure continued.
“I am not real. I am what she created in her mind to protect herself from the truth. To make sense of the pain, the loss, the destruction. I am her fear, her guilt, her self-loathing—and her hope twisted into despair.” The figure stepped closer, his movements fluid, unnaturally smooth. “And guess what, dear king…” His grin widened, a sinister glint in his eyes. “You’re part of me.”
Lucifer’s breath caught, his heart pounding as the figure’s form flickered again, and suddenly, he was staring into his own face. The same crimson eyes, the same cruel smirk—an exact, malevolent mirror of himself.
“You’re one of her tormentors, Lucifer,” the dark reflection sneered. “You are me.”
“No!” Lucifer’s voice thundered, his hands slamming against the floor as he surged to his feet. “I am nothing like you! I didn’t…” His words faltered, his memories flashing unbidden—of her screams, her tears, the fear in her eyes when his rage had burned out of control.
The dark Lucifer laughed, a sound that seemed to echo from every corner of the void. “Oh, but you did, didn’t you? You hurt her, you burned her. You broke her spirit when she tried to reach you.” The shadow leaned in close, its voice a whisper that wrapped around Lucifer like chains. “You and I are the same, King of Hell. Both of us destroy everything we touch.”
Lucifer recoiled, his hands trembling as he fought to push back the flood of guilt and memories. “No. I won’t accept that. I can still save her.”
The shadow smirked, folding its arms across its chest. “Save her?” it taunted, its voice dripping with malice. “Look at her. She’s gone. She’s dying, slipping away even as we speak. There’s no returning her from this. She’s too far gone. You’ve already lost.”
Lucifer’s eyes blazed with fury, a fire igniting deep within his chest. He stepped forward, his jaw set with determination. “Watch me.”
The shadow tilted its head, amusement glinting in its eyes. “Oh, Lucifer,” it purred. “You don’t understand. Saving her means more than pulling her body back to life. You’ll have to face the depths of her pain, her memories, her torment. You’ll have to face me.”
The void around them seemed to pulse, the darkness growing heavier, suffocating. The shadow began to dissolve into tendrils of smoke, its laughter echoing as it disappeared. “I’ll be waiting,” it hissed, the sound slithering into the air like a serpent. “You won’t survive her truths.”
Lucifer stood frozen, the weight of the challenge pressing down on him like a mountain. He turned back to her fragile form, lying broken on the blood-soaked ground. Her face was pale, her breath shallow, her soul flickering like a dying ember.
He knelt beside her, his fingers brushing against her cheek as his resolve hardened. “Y/n,” he whispered, his voice shaking with a mix of fear and determination. “I’ll bring you back. Even if it destroys me, I’ll bring you back.”
The ground beneath him began to crack, the void itself splintering as if in protest. A sudden gust of wind whipped around him, and the world seemed to fracture, pieces of the memory falling away into nothingness.
And then, a voice—soft, broken, but unmistakable.
“Lucifer…”
His head snapped up, his eyes locking onto hers. Her lips barely moved, but the sound was there. Her soul was still there.
Before he could respond, the world crumbled around him, dragging him into the abyss once more.