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

~Beautiful Boy~Chapter 8~

(The song doesn't really fit with this first part, but bear with me) 

Y/n's POV:

I was running down the streets of hell, breathing heavy, I heard the screams and cries and pleas for help from my family, I couldn't stop running.

I tried with all my might to stop, to turn around.. but it's like I had no control over my body.

I just kept running.. and running... Until things started spinning.. black shades mixed into the red tinted color palette that hell adorned, as the contrasting colors wove between eachother, intertwining in almost hypnotic motions. After a few moments, everything spun into black.

I was still running, but I couldn't tell if I was moving. It felt almost as if I wasn't a physical being, i felt weightless... like a breeze of wind.

It was absolutely sickening.

I suddenly heard my sister, Chloe, speak out from within the darkness.

"You pathetic coward. You couldn't just turn around and save us? Are you that selfish? I was hurting, Y/N. I was being crushed!"

I tried to hear where the familiar voice was speaking from, but it was almost like it was everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

I willed myself to call out to her, my efforts, however, where in vain. I couldn't speak, nor could I move.

My mother's voice called out.

"I am ashamed, Y/N. I thought I'd raised you better than that."

Tears welled up in my eyes.

I began to cry.

My dad's voice came next

"Oh and now you're crying? Over being held accountable?  I thought you were stronger than that"

I started to sob, my breath began to quiver as the darkness became cold and windy. 

The new silence was louder than I could've ever imagined.

I sobbed now, the weightless feeling turned heavy, as I felt the sensation of being dragged down into the nothingness below me.

It felt as though my hands and feet were bound in chains as I fell faster, and faster.

I tried to scream, but my mouth wouldn't even open.

I was paralyzed from head to toe.

Suddenly, I shot up from bed in a cold sweat.

The covers felt like they were sticking to my skin. I looked around, still heaving quick breaths as my heartrate barely slowed down.

I lifted my hands to my head, slightly grasping my hair as I looked down at my hands, slowly floating back to reality.

"Weird ass dream" I muttered, grabbing the covers and swinging them off my body, standing up from the bed as I grabbed my phone from the nightstand.

"Goddamn, I woke up late" I said to myself as the time showed on the screen.

I trudged into the bathroom, flicking on the light and seeing myself.

Tear stains still lay on my cheeks, evidence that I had actually been crying.

I sighed and decided not to go downstairs for today, I didn't want the others seeing me like this. I didn't feel like answering their questions.

I switched the bathroom light back off and walked back to bed, flopping down onto it and groaning.

I thought about my dream, I still remembered it in extensive detail. It all seemed so real.. Their voices... They didn't even sound any different from the ones I knew as my family.

I was pathetic.. I could've saved them.

I felt a lump in my throat and my fathers words from my dream came back to me.

"Oh and now you're crying?" 

I willed myself to swallow that lump.

I heard a knock on my door.

"Hm." I mumbled, loud enough for the person on the other side to hear.

"Y/N? It's Lucifer.. You haven't come down today since I arrived, I'm a bit worried, but I can leave if you want.." He said, his voice warm, comforting, and fatherly.

"Don't leave, please, give me one second." I said, getting up from bed, walking to the door and unlocking it.

As I pulled the door open, I saw him, standing there, with a worried look on his face.

"May I come in?" He said, with a quieter volume than usual.

I nodded and stepped aside, allowing him to step into the room.

"Y/N, are you okay? I have a feeling something's wrong. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I am worried. I care about you." He said, looking at me.

I sighed, deciding I'd tell him.

"Stupid dream about my family. Driving me crazy ever since I woke up" I said, my voice still quivering slightly from me swallowing my tears.

"Oh, Y/N.." He whispered as I sat down on my bed, Lucifer sitting down beside me.

I held my head down, I felt so weak.

"Hey.. It's okay to have emotions, it's okay to feel. Feelings are normal.. I can tell that your holding something in, it's okay, you can trust me." He tenderly spoke.

I began to cry with those words, Lucifer gently rubbed my back, consoling me as tears rolled down my face.

I told him everything in detail, he sat there, rubbing my back and listening attentively to what I was telling him. 

After I was done, I just cried, with him sitting right beside me.

A few moments later, he began to sing..

Beautiful boy, by John Lennon (Im too lazy to actually put the lyrics, just play the song)

I started to feel much better as Lucifer began to sing, his voice was so comforting . The feeling reminded me of how I used to feel when my father would sing to me, the very few times he ever did when I was younger.

I felt so safe, so loved, so cared for. It felt unreal honestly, I finally had people to count on again, people to trust.

Lucifer finished the song and I lifted my head to look at him.

"Feeling better?" he asked with care.

"Much better." I said, cracking a smile.

"Good" He smiled as well.

A few minutes later, he left my room, telling me to come down and eat soon if I would like to.

I smiled at him as he closed the door softly, flopping back down into my bed.

"I really hope it stays this good forever" I hoped out loud.

But something inside me told me that I shouldn't get my hopes up too high....