Seven | BTS ✓

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Life without a soul is fun for Lucy.

Lucifer keeps trying to keep her on a leash since she keeps killing his loyal slaves.

But she doesn't care anymore. So she crushes their hearts and rips them to shreds without blinking an eye.

Sometimes, they look at her wrong. Or they don't say please or thank you. Demons these days. No manners.

So she punishes them.

Because she wants to.

But there are other people she's excited to see. Seven men whose blood will paint the walls of this palace.

She doesn't care about what her brother wants.

Bring them back to him so he can imprison them.

Blah. Blah. Blah.

Sure, she'll bring the boys to her brother. Eventually.

But she's having her fun first.

She'll destroy their lives on Earth from the inside out.

She'll do it because her thirst for bloodshed is immeasurable. And because she's just in the mood to destroy everyone in her path.

After her fun with them, she'll bring them to her brother.

And then she'll kill them in front of him.

And after, as an added treat, she'll rip her brother to shreds.

Sure, she'll die too. And Hell will erupt into chaos.

But guess what.

She. Doesn't. Care.

She doesn't feel anything. She doesn't feel pain. She doesn't feel happy. She doesn't feel sad. She doesn't even feel angry.

She's numb.

Which is fine. Because now she can play.

And she fucking loves to play.

"Lucy," her brother yells, snapping her out of her thoughts.

She glances up at him, her empty red eyes locking onto his white ones.

"If I let you out of this cage, will you finally obey me and stop killing my men?" he snaps.

Lucy cocks her head to the side, a smile plastered on her face.

"Let me out and you'll find out."

"You useless bitch. I'll figure out how to get you under control," Lucifer says through gritted teeth, kicking the bars of her cell. "I'm very patient. I'll train you to be the obedient filth that you are."

"Careful," she says in a singsong voice.

"I'll come see you again in a few centuries. Maybe then you'll learn some respect," he spits at her and then stomps off.

"Temper, temper," she whispers to herself as she lays down on the dirty concrete floor.

She holds her hand up in front of her face, spreading her fingers apart to let the overhead light flood through the spaces between them.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5..." she sings to herself.

"Stop singing! Fuck, I'm going to rip your vocal cords out if I have to keep hearing you and your psychotic shit," the guard snaps at her.

"Once I caught a fish alive..." she continues to sing and the guard hits the bars.

"Knock it off, bitch!" he growls.

Lucy slowly stands up and stares at him smiling. "6, 7, 8, 9, 10..."

"That's it. You don't need your vocal cords to do your job," the guard yells, unlocking the door to her cell and stepping inside.

She immediately jumps at him and lands on his shoulders with her legs wrapped around his neck. She pulls her weight down and they both fall to the ground, with her legs still locked around his throat.

"Hello fishy," she says, smiling as she gouges his eyes out with her bare hands.

He screams in pain as she loosens her grip on him and stands up.

"Then I let him go again..." she sings as he continues to scream and hold his face.

Four other guards rush in and two of them pin Lucy against the wall while the other two drag the injured guard out of her cell.

"My apologies for the mess," she says, grinning while the two guards struggle to move her to the chains in the corner. "I wasn't expecting company. Would you like me to make you some tea?"

"Shut it, psycho!" one of them grunts as they slowly move her backwards.

"So strong," she coos, laughing as she finally stops pretending that they're actually overpowering her.

They widen their eyes when she stares up at them with her head cocked to the side, not moving an inch as they struggle to get her into the chains.

"Let me feel your muscles," she grins as her eyes twinkle in delight.

She reaches forward and shoves her hands into both of their chests as they scream out in agony.

"What strong muscles you have," she compliments as their hearts are pulled from their bodies and they fall onto the floor.

Lucy looks at the two hearts in her hands. "Wow, two men have given me their hearts. How heart warming."

She drops the organs on the floor as she hums absentmindedly to herself.

After stepping over the two bodies, she walks out of her prison cell and immediately feels the barrier on her powers lift.

She paints a message on the dungeon wall in blood before standing back to admire her art.

Come after me and I will kill them all.

"Hickory dickory dock," Lucy smiles. "The mouse ran up the clock."

"The clock struck seven."

"The mouse ran down."

"Hickory dickory dock."

Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Time's running out for her little toys.

It's time to play.