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

~Family First~Chapter 9~

Y/N's POV

I had always felt guilty ever since the incident happened, but that dream.. The horrible torturous nightmare, that made oh so much worse.

Now I sit in bed every empty moment I ever have. I didn't even listen to music, my thoughts were overstimulating enough.

Her voice, Chloe's voice, rang through my ears throughout every day, I'd look around, wondering where it could have come from, no one there.

The ringing of my ears, the ringing of her voice, it made the already agonizing pain so much worse.

I had a feeling she was alive, that she was out there somewhere.

She wasn't though, I insisted to my mind of that fact. Even if she was alive, she'd hate me, I left her, I left our family in the rubble to be crushed and brutally killed. There's no way she wouldn't resent me at the very least.

I couldn't escape myself, my mind teased me relentlessly.

I wanted to crawl out of my skin.

I wanted the noise to stop.

I curled up in bed, everyone was worried, Lucifer had talked to me many times but it had failed to make the constant teasing static in my head cease.

It made me feel decent though, the consistency of knowing these people made me feel at least decent most times.

Right now, however, I just felt blank.

No longer was I a person, no longer did I have a mind, no longer was my personality mine, nor was it anyone else's.

A blank slate of a person is what I now am. 

Alastor's POV:

I listened to Y/N's unbreaking sobs, It was irritating. I wondered what they were always crying about.

If I found out, I would be able to make that deal.

I decided to dig deeper into this.

After a excessive amount of research, I found that Y/N's twin sister, Chloe, was the only other one of his family that had survived the incident.

I decided to track her down. I was not giving this up.

I decided that when I did find her, I'd wait to make it known. Wait until Y/N thinks I gave up.

Chloe's POV:

I found out that Y/N had survived the incident.

I didn't care. I didn't care.

 At least I told myself that.

I resented him, I really did. He left me in that damned pile of rubble, to die along with our parents.

I miss the memories we had, the long talks, I missed everything, but I'd never admit that I missed him, never would I say that out loud, even to myself.

I was alone though, I never had anyone but my family, and now, I had no one at all.

I spent my nights at clubs and bars, my days on the streets, miserably window-shopping for things I could never afford.

I felt like a background character in my own life.

Every day was vaguely the same, nothing ever felt new.

No new people, no new foods, no new places, no new clothes, everything stayed sickeningly repetitive.

I was a shell of a person, the grey side of the person I used to be.

I cried on the streets, fought in alleyways, drowned my thoughts with alcohol in clubs.

I wasn't Chloe.

I wasn't anybody. And no one was me.

A blank slate of a person.

Lucifer's POV:

I had a feeling something was up, I let Y/N know, he brushed it off.

Something is going to happen, something that will spin everything sideways, and not in a good way.

I kept trying to tell him, but he says he's got it handled, I really hope he does, if doesn't let me help, I fear I won't ever be able to.

Narrator's POV:

The other members of the hotel tried to help Y/N they tried to cheer him up, but it never worked, he stayed in his room, staring at the cieling for hours, when he ate, it was never much.

It seems as though he didn't find joy in anything any longer.

The person he once was disintegrated into a fragment of a personality.

They tried to help, they brought him his favorite things, they comforted him.

But nothing seemed to change.

Was he too far gone?

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Sorry for the short chapter my luvvs! I lost motivation for a bit, however it is summer break now so I should be able to write a lot more, I luvv you all!!

Sincerely,

Reed