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Alright so this chapter went extremely dark, I didn't even mean for that to be the case so just be warned to really pay attention to the trigger warnings. I like to think every being has the ability to just snap, since the only thing that really stops us from attacking one another are morals, and laws, what we consider to be right and wrong, things like that. I also find Lucifer intriguing to write about since I think he was just designed so beautifully, of course their are others who I also think the same of. Yet either way I hope you enjoy today chapter.
Please don'tclaim this writing and aesthetic as your own. Also if you make any aesthetics and don't mind letting me use them I'll make sure to credit you and thank you for your work. Also if you have any good song recommendations I could listen to on repeat I would greatly appreciate it!
That continuous noise irked you, you could hear the time, your time being taken away from you, by this demon. Not even just your time, you've lost just as many material things, as you have more personal things. Lucifer was anything but fair to you, fairness? Did he even know the definition of the term? Their wasn't even the need for any such term, so long as he got what he wanted, what he needed, or who, it didn't even matter in the long term because in the end you were still all but a pet to him no pet deserves fairness. A pet is a pet, who obeys their master, who listens to commands, no complaints, nothing. He saw you as a pet, and that was just the way he treated you, stripped bare, with nothing but a collar, as scars, and bruises littered all around your body. Punished if you displease him in any way.
Yet you could never do anything about it yet that would all change today, as the clock then struck midnight the more larger and prominent bells beginning to ring. You struggled to prop yourself up against the wall, seeing as how most it felt to be dead weight, since you found it difficult to so much as breathe much less move. You pressed the palm of you hands against the concreate, as it scrapped against your skin and injuries as you pulled your body to the wall, yet you couldn't feel it much, due to the multiple other aching, and bloody parts of yourself, dulling practically all your other senses. Yet your groans of agony that escaped your lips, fell only on deaf ears, since you no longer could hear the footsteps that once echoed the stairwell, that lead to the attic.
