The Orinia (Part 2 of Nellwyn's advetures)

Famous Friends (Part 4)

The concert hall, or, the small bar we seemed to be in, was packed, I could hear it from backstage where I sat on the couch in the room where Lucifer was fiddling with a guitar. It was hard to believe that he had killed someone on the way here.

"I read once that you were the angel of music." I muttered as he looked at the electric guitar in disgust.

"Even angels need to practice. Which I haven't done, at all." He smirked back at me as the woman who had tagged along with us poked her head in.

"Are you almost ready?" She asked.

"Yeah give me a minute." Lucifer muttered, waving her away. She left.

Lucifer looked back at me.

"Beelzebub is at the door letting people in." He said.

"I know." I crossed my arms.

"Sam and Dean, those other two. They'll be coming to get you any second now." He said. I nodded. He smirked a devilish smirk. "So you understand why I have to do this." He stepped towards me. I stood.

"Do what?" I asked, ready for a fight. Lucifer was quick, we struggled for a moment before he had me pinned down. I felt two sharp punches to the face that disorientated me for just a moment before I collected myself and ripped one of my hands free, launching my fist into his face. He grabbed that arm and slapped what looked and felt like handcuffs around the wrist. I felt my power drain away from me. I struggled, I was flipped over, face shoved into the ground as my other hand was twisted behind my back to be locked in the cuffs. Lucifer stood up. I coughed and got to my knees, ignoring the blood trickling out of my nose.

We stared at each other.

"The show's about to begin." Lucifer breathed, lifting me up and tossing me into a corned of the room where I hit the wall and then the ground with two loud thuds.

"What's going on in here?" That woman had come in, and, in one swift movement, Lucifer had snapped his fingers and killed her.

"She was annoying." He said to me as the door was thrown open again. I looked to see Castiel and Crowley standing in the doorway. "Guess the show will have to be delayed for few seconds." Lucifer muttered, cracking his knuckles.

Castiel lunged at him first, brandishing an angel blade that was grabbed by Lucifer, who punched his little brother in the stomach and threw him across the room.

"Cas!" I pushed myself up, only to be stopped. Crowley was in front of me.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked, inspecting the cuffs on my wrists.

"It wasn't planned." I muttered as he managed to set one of my arms free. I looked up at him, then behind him. "Crowley look out!" I yelled as Lucifer beat him over the head with the guitar he was fiddling with earlier. Lucifer smirked when Crowley went down and then kept hitting him, over and over. I still didn't have any strength, but I grabbed the now broken instrument anyway. "Lucifer stop!" I yelled, pulling back on it and moving him away from Crowley. Lucifer looked back at me. I stared at him. "Just. Stop." I said. He glanced back at Crowley, who was bloodied and bruised now and rolled his eyes, throwing the guitar to the side. He grabbed me by the arm.

"Let's go. Sam and Dean are probably waiting for the show to start." He muttered, dragging me with him as we left the beaten angel and demon duo behind.

Lucifer and I took the stage and people cheered. I scanned the crowed, Sam was centered, Dean was in the back. They looked at me with shocked and concerned faces, I flashed them the handcuff on my wrist, if only to show that this was all against my will. Even though I had come here with the devil willingly, and stood idly by as he killed two people and brought in all of these unsuspecting fans. It was against my will, I swear. Lucifer put me to the side of him and grabbed the microphone.

"Hello my loving fans!" He called out, the crowd roared. I could see Sam and Dean frantically searching for a way to get them all to leave. I glanced a Lucifer. He was a bit distracted, trying to hype up the crowd in the most double-meaning way possible. I looked down, trying to think of any type of plan and coming up with none. I glared over at Lucifer, who was currently not paying me any mind. I scanned the room and, quickly, slipped away and backstage.

I felt bad, moving past Castiel and hopping over Crowley to get to the fire alarm, I pulled it and water rained down from the sprinklers on the ceiling, an alarm blared. I heard shouting out in the crowd and I helped up Castiel and Crowley before heading back out to see that Lucifer was trying to shut the doors with his forceful power. Sam and Dean were just managing to hold it open as people fled into the streets. I couldn't do anything with the cuff still around my wrist so I did something I would probably regret.

As the doors closed one the multitudes of people who were trying to get out still, and as Sam and Dean struggled against the power of Satan, I grabbed the handcuff around my wrist and yanked on it painfully, I felt it scrape mercilessly against my skin. I had no more than 20 seconds left. I pulled, and pulled, and there was blood, there was a crack. I stifled a scream and threw the cuffs off to the side, holding up my non-injured hand and forcing the doors open, pushing everyone out before falling to my knees and groaning loudly through my clenched teeth as I clutched my hand that had started healing itself.

"You little-" Lucifer snapped angrily, I felt a blunt pain in my side as he kicked me hard off the stage, sending me rolling across the empty floor.

"Nellwyn!" Dean was at my side. I looked up at Lucifer, who didn't look happy at all. Castiel and Crowley were on the stage now, Sam was standing in front of Dean and I. Beelzebub had left his vessel, I couldn't feel him anymore.

"Why are you doing this?" Sam asked.

Lucifer stared at him for a little while.

"Why not?" He smirked, then started laughing. "Because I made nice with dad?" he crouched to be eye to eye with Sam from the stage. "Where's he now? Do you really think he cares what I do?" Lucifer growled. He glanced at me as I pushed myself up. His vessel didn't look too good. It was too late to fix that now. "What's wrong Nellwyn?" he asked as I glared. His eye began to glow. "You still haven't tried to kill me."

And, just like that. He was gone. Vince Vincente was dead. And we all ran.