Five days after that, Jas had given me the tour of the place. It was, naturally, endless and only showed me key spots and how to get there. On the fifth morning he was going to show me to a general common room, but when he woke me up I knew instinctively that we were going to do something differently. "Lucifer says it's time for your first class with him," Jas tells me. I yawn and stretch as I sit up. "Can you use magic to get me ready?" I ask, rather excited about learning my own magic. I hadn't even known I had had magic until Lucifer had told me. Jas smirks and snaps his fingers. My hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and I was wearing yoga pants, a tank top, and sneakers. "I'm not allowed to be in the room once your lessons start," Jas warns me. I feel anxiety bloom in my stomach at the prospect of being alone with Lucifer, but I push it down as Jas leads me out the door.
I follow him into the same room I'd been in before. Or, well, we'd entered through the same door but it had transformed and now looked like a...dungeon. The couch remained. Jas waited until I was in the room before backing out the door and shutting it. I heard the lock click and I felt panic rising up. Just as I was ready to go bang on the door, screaming, Lucifer stepped into my sight. He looked the same as he had before, wearing a spotless suit. "Why did the door lock?" I ask warily. Lucifer smirks. "So we won't be interuppted."
Before I can so much as flinch he snaps his fingers and suddenly I'm chained down on the stone table that's sat up at an angle, the soft leather straps so tight they bite into my flesh. My clothes have also been removed, but more straps cover the, well, vital areas. By this time, I'm in full panic as Lucifer stalks closer, bending over me, his face next to mine. "You should have picked a different side," he hisses. And then I realize.
I was tricked. Jas used me and then threw me to Lucifer. "Am I even capable of stopping the never-ending winter?" I choke out. Lucifer straightens and walks around me to a rickety metal table containing several impliments. None of that had been there seconds ago. "Oh, yes, I suppose you are, even though you're completely ordinary," he remarks. I flick my eyes up in surprise. "What?" I demand. He picks up a small tool that looks like a knife, but thinner. "See, the horsemen, they're going through a pesky Pagan god phase. They want a human sacrifice. Since Dallas cozied up with you, you would be ideal. You could put them off the idea," he murmurs.
Before I get the chance to reply, he brings the knife-like tool down, carving into the soft skin in my stomach. It hurts, but I've felt worse. I don't try to stop myself from whimpering. No matter what I do, I've already lost.
