Stargaze Pack

Lucifer

Asher woke in a desk chair hands tied behind his back and a man in front of him, also in the same chair. Asher's sight blurred with tears as he saw the man from before standing by him.

"P-please..I c-can't.." Asher choked out. The man from before sighed in frustration.

"SHUT. UP." The man smacked him across his already damaged face. The man in front of Asher shot up and pushed the cruel man back.

"DO. NOT. TOUCH. HIM. I AM IN CHARGE, NOT YOU, DAVID!" The man's voice was like ice, ice with fire laced in it. David backed away with his hands up and bowed his head.

"Sorry, Lucifer." Lucifer scowled at David with fury.

"He is mine. You will not touch him without my permission from now on."
David nodded and stepped back to his position staring blankly at Lucifer.

"Leave us." David nodded and left without a word. Lucifer sat down with a sigh. "David's such an asshole."

Asher's head drooped down, he could barely keep his head up on his own. His face now had a new bruise forming on his cheek. His body wasn't much better, bruises, cuts, and scrapes all over. He had only boxers and athletic shorts on. Dried and fresh blood was all over his body. He stunk like copper and cheap cologne.

Lucifer looked up and lifted Asher's chin with his soft hand.

"It's alright, Asher, you're safe now."
Asher couldn't believe the stranger and only groaned at Lucifer's gentle touch. His jaw had been broken and healed at an awkward angle.

"I've learned many things about you, Asher. Learned what you are, what's become of you. And most importantly I learned that you need a Pack. You need a family."

Asher's eyelids drooped and his body went still. Lucifer knew the sign: Asher's body was giving up. Lucifer quickly pulled out his phone and called his father. His father was going to kill him.