Death Doesn't Discriminate •|• Sequel To If You Ever Come Back

4 - Rock Bottom

He doesn't know how long he has been locked up in here. It doesn't matter. He is patient.

He knows it won't be long now. There is a time for everything, and his time has come.

They left him to rot here. To die. But he has never felt stronger

He has heard their thoughts through all the layers of earth and has fed himself with their emotions. They think they can start this again, but do not know that this is a game that he can play so well.

He is a disease. When you think it is gone, it rises up again and kicks you down twice as hard. And he plans on rising up higher than he's ever been.

He is the darkness tugging on their heartstrings. He is the bacteria that eats away their soul. He is the thoughts that make them want to go to Earth just to die there.

He is Death. And he is alive.

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As he hears the door at the start of the corridor open with a creak that echoes against the stone walls he doesn't turn around. He doesn't look. He smiles. It is now.

The sound of footsteps is coming closer. He laughs silenly. The last time he has heard footsteps like this was a long time ago. He has ruined the person who matched the footsteps. And he will ruin this one too.

"Come closer", he whispers in a breathy voice, that he can hear makes the heartbeat of the person approaching fasten. "Or are you afraid?"

"I'm not here for you", the person says hesitantly. "Leave me alone."

"Young angel", He says without raising his voice. "Of course you are here for me. Why else would you be here."

The angel shivers. He knows what the man in the shadows says is right. He is here for him. He might not have thought of it himself, but his unconsciousness has always meant to lead him here.

"Now, child", the shadow continues. "Answer this for me." That wasn't a question. It was an order. The angel couldn't do anything but obey.

"The only two types of beings that deserve being locked up here are murderers and maniacs. Please tell me which one I am."

"You're both", the angel says, clenching his jaw. "And you know that. Now stop asking irrelevant questions and let me be."

"So you truly didn't come for me", the man states, barely able to hide his surprise.

"Must be weird, huh?", the angel taunts. "Not getting the attention for once."

"Please don't pretend you know anything about me", he gets as a sighed response. "It only makes you look more ridiculous. But tell me now, if you are not here to ask about your dear, dead friend, then what do you want? I've almost forgotten his name, you know. What was it? Dan?"

A sharp, sucked-in breath escapes the lips of the angel. "What do you know about this?"

"Why do people always think it's me when something happens?", the shadow seems to ask himself.

"Because it is always you", the boy snaps. It is too dark to see but he swore the man he was speaking with shrugged.

"Can't argue with that. Did you know that if I were human I would have been put in prison so many times it would have taken half a millennium to get out of there?"

"For fuck's sake, Lucifer!", the angel shouts. "This is not a game! Answer my damn question!"

"Is it not?", Lucifer hums sweetly. "I quite liked playing it. But you need more practice, Peter Wentz. Otherwise you will never win."

Pete Wentz takes a step towards the indestructible glass separating him from the Devil. "I swear, if this glass wasn't here-"

"Oh, trust me, you wouldn't want that."

"Could you stop interrupting me!", Pete shouts so loud his voice cracks slightly. "What the hell happened to Dan and Phil?"

"Well", Lucifer starts. "Just to make things clear, this wasn't my idea. The blue-eyed angel came to me himself. I just helped him grant his wish."

"Fuck", Pete whispers breathlessly. "What did he want."

"He was desperate, heartbroken and willing to do anything to see his beloved boyfriend again", Lucifer says in a wailing, dramatic voice. "And by that I mean anything."

He puts so much emphasis on the last word Pete raises his eyebrows and his heart skips a beat. "What", is the only thing he spits out.

"You know what", the Devil smiles. "I heard you guess it yourself."

"Goddamnit!" Pete turns around and slams his fist against one of the stone walls. He ignores the sound of Lucifer laughing behind him, not loud and maniacally, but soft and innocent and terrifying at the same time.

The angel tugs on his hair and grunts. "This is so fucked up. So Dan is alive?" He looks up and the innocence is glistening in his eyes.

"Why ask when you already know?"

"Fuck", Pete says again. "Fuck!", he repeats, louder this time. "I should've saved him. I should've known. I should never have been here in the first place."

"Then leave." Lucifer hisses in the same voice he once told Pete to wake up. "You've been free to go ever since you came in. But there is one thing keeping you here, Peter Wentz, a thing you would rather die than admit. You need me."

"Fine", Pete snaps. "But I hope you know I'm the only one who even thinks of your existence. You're alone, Lucifer. You'll never rise."

Lucifer stays silent. He has turned his back towards his visitor and seems to no listen anymore. Pete has just turned around and is about to walk away when he is interrupted.

"Oh, young angel, I shall rise. It may take me years, or even centuries, but when I rise, you'll be the first to fall."

"I've hit rock bottom", Pete says emotionlessly. "I can't fall that far anymore." Having said that, he leaves Lucifer behind as if he's nothing but a memory. And oh, how Pete wishes he was.

But the shadow left to rot away in his cell is far from a memory. He is real. And this has only made him stronger.

He knows when to attack. And it will be soon.

He shall earn everything back. His pride, his wings, his throne. He shall rule Heaven, just like he always should have. And no one will be there to stop him.

They are all too weak. They can't kill. They feel love. They are pathetic.

He scoffs. The angel said he had hit rock bottom. The angel knows nothing, he knows nothing of the voices, the abyss, the darkness. The angel knows nothing of him.

Because he has hit rock bottom, and kept digging.

A/N: Oh my GOD this chapter was such a pain in the ass to write!! I kept having writers block and couldn't write more than three sentences a day. That's also why this is a bit shorter than other chapters.

But in the end, I finally did it and I'm pretty proud of the result. And school started again, but since I have like 0 homework now I can still update and I'll really try to update more frequently, I know I'm a mess with updating.

Oh and I saw Suicide Squad and it's like my favourite movie at the moment, even though I'm normally strictly a Marvel fan. So yeah, that's basically all I have to say rn.

Leave a vote or comment if you liked it and don't forget to vote on my last chapter because it has no votes yet :/ (I'm so sorry, I sound so thirsty) Anyway, byeee

~Panda