~ Hell's Greatest Son ~ Lucifer as (MASC) Reader's father figure ~

~Barely Here~Chapter 3~

Y/N's POV:

My eyes fluttered open, I still laid in a fetal position from my crying last night. I groaned as I stretched my body out and let a hefty exhale escape my lips.

I rolled onto my back, looking up at the ceiling. I didn't feel sad, really, nor happy, in fact I didn't really feel anything at all. Except for the little bit of grief that taunted me from the back of my mind.

I begrudgingly sat up, my head immediately hurting as I did so. I closed my eyes as I let my body adjust to the upright position. After a few moments, I opened my eyes, though not fully, to look around the room.

As my eyes landed on my nightstand, I saw a small rectangular box and a note taped onto it.

I picked up the box, peeling off the note and reading it.

I saw that you didn't have a phone, so I went ahead and got one for you. I hope you don't mind that I kind of let myself into your room, I didn't want to make you socialize with anyone since it seems to me that you might not be up for that. Which is fine! I already have mine and everyone else's in the hotel's contacts saved in there, if you need anything, just ask!

-Charlie

A faint smile pulled at the side of my lips before I opened the box and took out the phone.

It was definitely new, a good one too. I checked all the contacts and sure enough, everyone was in there with their own picture to further show who they were.

I nodded as I set the phone down on my nightstand, making a mental note to pick up a case for it soon.

I threw the blanket off of my legs, swinging my legs over the side of the bed before standing up.

I reached my arms above my head, scrunching my face slightly as I stretched.

I slumped my body back into a tired standing position and decided to check if there was any clothes in the closet for me to change into 

"I need a shower" I groaned, walking over to the wardrobe and opening the doors.

I saw a few comfy, basic outfits. T-shirts, some sweatpants, a couple simple dress shirts and some black jeans.

I shrugged, grabbing a t-shirt and some black sweatpants. 

"Let's just hope these fit" I murmured to myself as I walked into the bathroom, setting the clothes down on the counter before walking over to the shower.

I sighed as I fiddled with the handles, finally getting it to work, I stepped back for a second, assuming it would take a bit to warm up.

While I waited, I shirked myself of my dirty, bloody and sweaty clothing, feeling relieved to finally get clean.

I took a look at myself in the mirror, analyzing my scars decorated with the dark red blood, now dried on my skin, and the bruises that were surrounded with dark purple and blue colors.

I sighed before looking away from the mirror, stepping into the shower.

Initially, I winced. Feeling the warm water trickle through my hair, hitting my head wound as it did so. I felt the water seep into all my cuts, the pain from it making my face contort into an expression of discomfort.

After a few moments, the pain dialed down slightly and I was able to move without my whole a wave of pain shocking throughout my body.

I picked up the shampoo that was in the shower and carefully washed my hair, being weary to not let it get into the wound on my head too much.

I took a deep breath as I dipped my head into the water, letting the constant drops rinse the soap out of my soaked hair.

After that, I repeated the process with conditioner and continued to wash my body, picking off the dried blood that clung to my skin around my wounds.

After I was clean enough for comfort, I stepped out of the shower, the cold air making me shiver. 

I grabbed a towel that was hung on the rack beside the shower, wrapping it around my waist as I shook my head to get my hair to stop dripping.

I basically threw on the new clothes and headed back into my room.

I picked up my new phone, sliding it into my pocket before grabbing the door handle, swinging it open and walking out, closing the door behind me.

I walked down the long hallway, it was about 11am so I assumed most everyone was awake.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, now redownloading the apps I had on my old phone.

I walked down the stairs and into the bar area, finally looking up from my phone to sit down at a stool.

The feline demon, who's name was "Husker" I believe, stood behind the counter, chugging from a bottle of who knows what.

After he tipped his head back down, he caught sight of me and walked over to stand in front of me.

"Can I get a drink" I said tiredly, trying to be polite and not sound rude.

"Well whaddaya want" Husk said, shrugging, he seemed just as tired as I was.

"Anything, anything that'll get me drunk enough to not care much about anything" I said, resting my elbows on the table, letting my head fall into my hands.

"I've been there too, don't worry" The demon spoke, grabbing a glass and a couple bottles, pouring them both into the cup, his tone didn't evidently show anything but exhaustion and maybe a bit of the persistent grumpy-ness he seemed to cling to most of the time.

He slid the cup over to me, I lifted my head out of my hands and grabbed it, chugging basically the whole thing in one go before setting it back down.

Husk shrugged, taking another swig from the bottle he was holding.

I murmured to myself "This fucking suckss" I sighed.

"The majority of stuff down here does, kid." Husk said, sighing.

I let out a barely audible chuckle "I know, trust me, I was born and raised down here" I said, looking at him.

"But, it's a whole 'nother level of sucky when the whole rest of your family just got killed basically right in front of you"

"You've got a point, that's some tough shit to have to go through" Husk said, his tone showing the slightest bit of sympathy.

I nodded, drinking the last few drops of the content in my cup.

For the next hour, me and Husk talked, kinda getting to know eachother a bit. I kept my guards up, of course, but he didn't seem half-bad.

Lucifer's POV:

I was once again sitting in my office. I still thought about that family that had been murdered during the extermination.

I tried to figure out how i could help that survivor. However, I didn't know how or where to find him, or even where to begin looking.

I sighed, closing my eyes and thinking for a moment before picking up my phone on my desk beside me.

"I guess I'll visit the hotel to talk to Charlie about this, see if she has any ideas."

I scrolled to my daughter's contact, pressing the call button and holding it up to my ear as she picked up

"Hey kiddo, I was wondering if I could drop by tomorrow to talk to you about something"