Saving Lucifer

Falling for The Devil

As soon as I thrust my blade into the demon's chest, the body was limp, falling to the floor when I withdrew my blade. Running out of the room and down the long twisting halls, I stumbled on a lift on the floor. Looking down I noticed the floor was uneven. Running my hands over the crack I felt a cool breeze rising from beneath.

Feeling around for a way to open the trap door, I shoved my blade into the small crack to try and pry it open. Nothing made it budge. Deciding it was just an uneven part of the floor, I climbed to my feet, stumbling once more into the wall. A part of the wall gave way under the pressure of my arm, the floor beneath my feet began sliding backward revealing a staircase.

Once the floor was fully retracted, I descended the stairs quickly but quietly. Approaching a door that was opened just a crack, I heard voices within.

"I find it funny that the woman who killed you in the first place is now trying to save you. What spell do you hold over her?"

It was Cleo's voice. Peeking into the crack I could see him circling a man I had never seen before. This man had dark hair, a slim build, and a long torso which told me he was probably tall but since his back was facing the door, I couldn't see much of anything else.

"Why so quiet now?" Cleo taunted over the man.

Was this Lucifer's new body?

Angel, where are you? There's a swarm of demons coming and more are behind them.

Castiel's voice was panicked.

Hold them off as long as you can, I believe I've found him. I just need a little time.

"Answer me you piece of plankton!" Cleo demanded, backhanding him across the face.

The man didn't flinch he continued to look straight ahead of where he was sitting.

Cleo reached out grabbing the guy's shirt, yanking him off the ground throwing him against the wall. The man slid down the wall to the floor, glaring up at Cleo as he approached. His hands were cuffed in steel cuffs with sigils etched into them.

"You wait until I am back to 100%. You and all of your followers will wish you never accepted the demon fate."

The loathing behind the man's voice was surely Lucifer's.

Luce?

Hi eyes darted towards the door then quickly back to Cleo.

"That's not going to happen, see, that plaything of yours is here looking for you. She's up there fighting off my fellow companions as we speak. Busy with wave after wave of demons piling in. Hopefully being torn to shreds and if you know what's best for you, you'll hand over those powers and stalk off to your humanity. Or, you can refuse and die... again."

"She's not a plaything. She never was." Lucifer growled between clenched jaws and fisted hands.

I couldn't see Cleo's reaction but his shift in his stance told me he was both shocked and amused.

"Developing a soft spot for the Winchester's, are we? Lucifer, the king of hell, befriends the one family sworn to do everything in their power to kill the devil and end all evil; cares about the Winchester's. The Winchester's." he seethed in disgust.

"You're pathetic. You're old. You're last week's news. And you're weak. I'm ashamed to even be in your presence right now." Cleo spat. His hand rose quickly, mimicking a choking position.

Lucifer gasped as he scratched at his throat, struggling to breathe. Cleo squeezed his hand tighter as he threatened Lucifer's life.

"Hand over what I want and I'll let you live the rest of your days locked away in that cage of yours."