The meeting is obligatory. I cannot say no or Satan will surely have me skinned alive or something.
I walk into a near full room and see the others waiting already except for Satan himself.
Devil smirks at me whereas Beelzebub, Apollyon and Abbadon glare.
Even though none of us would trust eachother as far as we could throw Devil, there is still an undeniable split between us Demons.
Myself and Devil on one side; Abbadon, Beelzebub and Apollyon on another.
Anyone would think they had the advantage as there are more of them, but Satan has always held me higher than the others seeing as he taught me himself and we have sex two or three times a week. People could say I have a small advantage.
Abbadon, Apollyon and Beelzebub are all near enough middle aged men but have not let their age affect them.
Abbadon is the only one who has been a demon for less time than me after the previous - the closest to the old Lucifer - staged a rebellion against the current one to achieve power he thought was rightfully his.
Needless to say... It didn't go well.
The three men forged an alliance quickly despite their differences. One Venezuelan Beelzebub, one Nigerian Abbadon and one Japanese man Apollyon.
Though none of them could be called friends, if any of them were to collaborate on something, it would be between them.
In a similar way, Devil and I had an alliance, though it was fueled much more by actually liking each other than I suspect the other three's are (even if you cannot trust any Demon).
I sipped slowly on a flask of tea I'd brought with me. It always seemed to amuse Satan and Devil and annoy the others so it had become somewhat of a signature of mine. I occasionally brought biscuits.
Satan walked in then with no warning or fanfare as usual. He did not need it, his presence was intimidating enough for any idle talk to silence at the first sign of him.
We stood as he sat, quickly following suit.
"We have much to discuss." He said turning to Devil to begin.
Dev required no extra encouragement in beginning. "The Black Snakes are trying to cut off our main suppliers so we can't sell the 'food' but have so far failed. I am currently working on cutting off their Russian branch as a warning." Satan nodded in mild approval before turning to me.
"Bangtan is ready for removal," I say simply, my talk with Namjoon the day before still too fresh and raw in my mind for any details.
He nods though his gaze lingers for perhaps a second too long.
Other than this the meeting goes as usual. Abbadon was the one to sort out the buyer and Beelzebub the movement between the compound and the boy's potentially final destination.
The forced collaboration makes me uneasy but it would be too much power for just one demon to have over such an important deal.
BTS were the merchandise. Nothing more. I have to keep telling myself this over and over in my head, or else I am certain I shall forget.
"I mean it, Lucy. I don't think any of us would."
I internally growl. Of course, he would say that I argue with myself. I remember saying so much bullshit in the first months I was taken.
"Lucifer, please! I wouldn't run! Where would I even go? All I want is to see the sun. I think it's making me sick!" And so on and so forth.
Satan's quick movements snap me immediately out of my trance as he gets up to leave. No one is saying anything so I follow suit and just bow as all the others do.
When he leaves, I walk out immediately afterwards - I'm not in the mood for Devil's faux-fearful flirting.
Once again, my thoughts are a mess. Something so unlike me that has become now strangely familiar. A familiarity which I am not entirely comfortable with.
Lucifer and Lucy. Each becomes less and less like the other whilst simultaneously becoming one.
I hear my name called behind me in a deep voice and I stall momentarily before finally slowly turning to the owner. Beelzebub.
I don't speak, too worried that my voice will show my confusion.
Outside of meetings, Beelzebub and I have spoken perhaps twice. Neither being particularly pleasant.
Instead, I raise an inquisitive eyebrow.
"We should discuss the handover." He says coolly, his tone giving nothingness.
"Discuss," I say, aware that I am perhaps pushing a line with how I am speaking. He is after all a demon also.
He bristles but does not comment.
"It has been arranged that we will leave the compound at 13:00 in two days. May we enter the house of Lucifer to retrieve them?" He asks.
I nod once. "I give my permission. Is there anything you'd require that I do with the product?" I ask trying to make myself less confrontational and I can tell he is pleased with being allowed into the house.
Each demon has a house that belonged to its predecessors and it is rare to find one allowed into another - almost forbidden, even when conducting business - though Devil and I have given up on that particular rule.
He shakes his head once in a polite yet dismissive gesture and I turn to leave getting the message.
Though I am monumentally uncomfortable at the thought of Beelzebub in the house of Lucifer, for some reason, I don't entirely picture myself as being there, or it being my house.
At that moment, I realise. I have subconsciously already decided to help BTS escape, be it on my head the axe falls.
{Sorry for the wait. This chapter just wasn't coming together for some reason and I had to rewrite allot. I'm still not entirely happy but 🤷♀️ whatcha gon' do?} Xx
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Abducting BTS
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