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Yandere Alt. Gabriel X Male!Reader (ROMANTIC) (Fluff) (PART 3)

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The first few days were a blur to you.

You woke up to be in a room full of colors of black, gold, silver, white, and your favorite color. The bed was comfortable and nice, but the piercing gaze of two icy blue eyes that watched you when you awoke wasn't. You shivered in fear as he gently raised his hand to graze his cold fingers against your cheek softly. "Awake already, my little boy?" He spoke quietly, sweetly, smiling as if this had happened for many years. With the same voice you have heard him say with before, the quiet, seemingly monotone raspy whisper that was terrifying to hear and yet so comforting and beautiful as for now. You asked where you were.

He chuckled, seemingly kindness in his cold blue eyes. "Home, my little boy." Lucifer replied. "Your new home. Do you like it?"

You were too scared to respond. You froze, your own eyes caught into his, ensnaring your attention all to him. 

He gently smiled again. "Worry not, my little boy." He spoke. "You are safe here, within my haven within the dangers outside. You would think not to step a foot outside, yes?"

You tried to protest, but his eyes shadowed quickly, giving you a glance that could melt you to the floor in terror. 

"Yes, my little boy? You will obey my very words... won't you?"

Lucifer's voice was dangerously low, and had an air of authority. He sounded very... threatening. His voice struck fear within yourself, and your heart skipped a beat. He sounded so cold, so distant... You wouldn't want to go against his words, would you?

You nodded quickly, gritting your teeth closing your eyes shut. 

Right away Lucifer's face returned to normal, caring and full of serenity. He still looked very beautiful in your eyes... but, did you ask for this? You never asked to be in this position. You squirmed uncomfortably in your position under Lucifer's piercing gaze and felt a sting of pain from your thigh. You hissed and felt your leg, feeling bandages. 

Oh yeah. You got stabbed by that... TV intruder... whatever...

"Oh, worry not, my baby boy," Lucifer reassured you calmly, a smile on his face. You couldn't tell what he was feeling behind those beautiful eyes or that convincing smile... His smile felt unkind, but kind, but seemingly neither... and both at once. "It will heal... eventually." 

You weren't comforted by that. The way he said it made you think he... enjoyed your pain. You shook that thought off, unnerved that you have thought of such things. 

"I was planning on visiting my garden," he spoke sweetly, standing up quietly and elegantly. He walked over to the bedroom door that led to the hallways, and put his hand on the door handle. Before Lucifer opened the door, he turned to you. "Would you like to come with me?"

You had a feeling that if you said no, you would be facing his wrath. So you nodded, and tried to get up. You hissed in pain and fell on the floor, on your knees. God, that thing really did some serious damage with his knife. Ugh. You struggled to get up, to Lucifer's sadistic glee. After some support from your bed you managed to get up, and limped to him. He raised a hand, and you took it like a sensible and tactical person. Who were you to refuse his offer to hand holding? 

And so those days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. 

Months turned to years. 

Years turned to decades....