Supernatural Imagines

Timid Angel << LuciferxReader

imagine you are an angel. Very timid and shy. Lucifer kidnaps you and takes you down to hell. He uses you for missions, but when you get extremely injured on one, he finds he has a soft spot for you.

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It was an absolutely lovely day in heaven. As always. The sun is shining down. The gentle breeze spinning by. The delicate grass shifting along side the wind. The trees dancing to the music of the birds and the clouds floating along. Yes, everything was perfect.

You, Y/N, were laying down in the grass. Periwinkle wings spread out to an impressive wingspan. Almost 15 feet. Your wings were basking under the bright sun. You we're throughly enjoying yourself, that is, until you heard another set of wings.

You shot up and looked around you. Looking left, then right, forwards, and then behind you. Behind you, the scary direction everybody always fears. Maybe you watched a scary movie. We're home alone and heard a couple creaks of the house. Whatever the situation. No one likes looking behind them, but you sucked that up and looked anyways.

Lucifer. You quickly got to your feet, eyes wide with fear. He smirked at you. You bolted.

Running. Your wings hugging your body. Your bare feet slapping the ground. Your breathing heavy. The wind angrily slapped your face as you made a break for it. Almost there. Almost to the door that would lead to safety. Suddenly, a moment before you reached the door, somebody tugged your wings.

An angels wings are the equivalent to a humans soul. Any harm done to them was extremely painful.

The tug was more of a pull. Pain wracked through your body and you fell to the ground screaming. Lucifer knelt down and smiled. You tried backing away, but that only resulted in him poking and prodding at your wings. The most sacred, private part of an Angel and he was just overlooking that. Lucifer, the fallen angel.

You started crying as he kept messing with your wings. Pulling out random feathers. Never before had you experienced such pain. Such agony. He was ruthless.

He eventually stopped. When he did, you were crying and almost passed out.

"That. My dear. Is for running." His voice was pure icy. It dripped venom and shot cold icy spikes down your spine. You whimpered in fear he would do more, but he scoped you up and snapped his fingers.

No longer were you in heaven. No longer did the birds sing or the trees dance. No. The wind was long gone, as are the birds and the trees. The music ended. The gentle breeze fled. The atmosphere was now dark and foreboding. Fire crackled around on torches hanging on the walls. Screams of pure agony and despair echoed all around. Darkness warded off by the minimal light of the fire. Iron bars holding souls of the damned. This was hell. Hell in all of its glory.

The pain Lucifer inflicted and the fear from being in this place of sin immobilized you. Paralyzed you complete excepting for the shaking. Terror raced throughout your body making you shake and shiver. Whimpering and he carried to over to a cell.

It was small. Very small. It had almost no room for your wings. The bars on it rusted and blood stained as well as the floor. If you were a human, you'd be dead within a week. The spiders crawled along the top edge of the cell. Rats walked in and out of it as they pleased, but those things didn't scare you. No. What scared you were the chains. Small chains that you could never slip out of. Small chains that would keep you their as long as they remained attached.

Lucifer opened the door to the cell. You tried struggling against him, but you were to weak and he was to strong. His placed you on the floor and used his magic to keep you put. He clicked on the chains as you sobbed and pleaded. He only smirked as your ankles and wrists were now chained. He took a quick glance at your wings and how cramped they were. How mangled they were from how he punished you. You didn't catch it, but he was sympathetic, if only for a moment.