13; Satam

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Ryna groaned and sat up from the floor, rubbing her head. Dried blood was on her face, and she had moved from her previous spot.

She stood up, looking around.

"Hello?" She asked. The room lit up and a man she had never seen was sitting in an armchair about 20 feet away.

"Hello." He answered, sipping something from a cup.

"Who are you?" She asked, walking closer. She kept walking, but after 30 seconds of walking she realized that no matter how far forwards she walked, she could never get closer.

"Sit." He smiled, waving his hand slightly as she fell back into an armchair like his.

"Who are you?" She hissed, leaning forwards.

"Why don't you relax a little? You're so riled up all the time!" He waved his hand again, and Ryna's body fell back. She tried to sit up, but her body was completely limp. It wasn't numb, she could feel her body parts and everything else, but it's almost like her brain was disconnected from her body.

'Can I still talk?' She wondered, not wanting to try. She wanted to know, but had nothing coherent to say.

"Yes, you can. I won't judge you if you try it out, and the only thing you can say is that you want to punch my daughter, everyone does," He said, sipping again before setting the cup down onto nothing.

"Why am I here?" Ryna asked, getting more and more frustrated and nauseous as she tried to move.*

"You passed out in my domain," He explained," I wanted to chat. You've been here before."

"It's gotten even more ominous and revolting."

"Well, that's what it does, what with all the uglies dying constantly," He explained," You're surprisingly not asking what you want to ask."

"What do I want to ask?" She said, almost like a statement.

"Who are you, who is your daughter, why is she so worthy of punches, who was talking to me earlier..." He counted off on his fingers as he listed. The more Ryna thought about it, the more she realised that that is exactly what she wants to know.

"I knew it." He smirked," I am Lucifer II, my daughter is Glaze, She needs punches because, well, you know her, and I don't know who was talking to you earlier. Probably some demon who talked to you as a teen, telling you to drink and smoke and hit... The works."

"Glaze is a girl!?" Ryna asked, genuinely surprised.

"Yes?" Lucifer answered.

"I thought-"

"Glaze like to tell people she doesn't have a gender, but she is wrong. She can't do that."

"Next you're gonna tell me you can't be gay, huh," Ryna said sarcastically.

"No."

"Well, you went to Hell."

"Gay is a bad insult, and you should feel bad, but you would know they don't all go to Hell, because not only were you told that already, you aren't in Hell." He explained

"What?!" Ryna would've sat up if she wasn't paralized," I'm gay?!"

"Yes."

"Since when!?"

"Since you were born."

"Fuck you," She glared. He just figured her out before she could, taking away her fun years experimenting and trying to map her brain to the best of her ability.

"Fuck you, too, my dear." Lucifer grinned.

"Whatever. Let me go." Ryna struggled and tried to get up.

"If I suddenly let you move you would get a nasty case of pins and needles everywhere.

"If it let's me leave, then do it." She gritted her teeth as he shrugged and snapped his fingers.

"Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow." You see, I would go on, but she sat there like that for like 5 minutes, and I don't think you want to see that.

"Okay," She finally stood, shaking, "Where's the exit?"

"That way," He pointed.

"Thanks, you dick." She shoved the chair back as she walked away in anger

"The pleasure is all mine."












"Thank the me she left," He said, sipping on some tea, thinking about how he hates Glaze a lot.




















*(Once my foot fell asleep during Orchestra, and the more I tried to move it the more I wanted to throw up. It was weird so I put it in here okay bYE OMG)

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