Sold My Soul *editing*

Eleven - Too Good To Be True?

I paced impatiently outside of the throne room door, wondering when Lucifer was going to call on me.

After Westley's arrival here, everything seemed to occur in such a rush. Through this blur of memories, however, I could still recall the way Westley's eyes met mine as he lay there in a crumpled heap on the floor. He looked like a man reborn after seeing me; his demeanor changed completely.

He struggled to sit up, but when he finally did, his eyes never left mine. Our eye contact was broken, however, when I felt a sharp pain on my thigh. I jerked my head towards the pain and it turned out to be Lucifer's hand gripping my leg tightly. I placed my small hand on top of his in a silent gesture that pleaded with him to stop. He released his grip, but his hand stayed on my leg.

Looking back to Westley, I watched as his face fell slightly when his eyes landed on Lucifer's and my hands. I slowly removed my hand from its position on Lucifer's and placed both hands in my lap, lowering my gaze so I didn't have to meet Westley's.

The tension in the air was thick, even the air felt heavier as I breathed in shakily.

The unbearable silence was finally broken by one of the demons clearing his throat.

"Master, if you will," he spoke clearly, "we need your instruction as to what to do with the boy."

"He can burn in the hottest pits of Hell for all I care," Lucifer grumbled quietly.

I jerked my head up to stare at him. Surely he didn't mean that...

"Pardon, sir?" the same demon inquired.

"Send him to the oubliette. I will find a way to deal with him later," Lucifer commanded, loud enough for everyone to hear this time.

With a curt nod, the demons lifted Westley once again and dragged him back out of the chamber. His eyes never once left mine.

And now I was here, waiting outside Lucifer's door as he had called upon me rather abruptly.

After what seemed like ages, the solid door finally slid open, revealing an empty throne room. I stepped cautiously inside, peeking around suspiciously.

"Hello?" I called out meekly, stepping further in to the room.

An angry voice growled out from behind me, "You knew."

I whipped around to face Lucifer, his arms crossed and dark eyes glaring down at me. But past his façade of anger, I could sense an inkling of paranoia.

"Knew what?" I asked calmly.

"You just... knew," he replied, dropping his stance, defeated. Apparently someone hadn't thought this all the way through.

"Lucifer, how could I have known? You've kept me locked up in that room, and most of my time there was spent sleeping. When would I have had the opportunity to plan a scheme like this?"

"I-I don't know! Why is he here? He could ruin everything!" Lucifer's hands tugged on his hair and he crouched over. I was slightly - scratch that - extremelydisturbed. Lucifer continued to surprise me, showing these extremely vulnerable sides that I never knew existed.

I knelt down next to him and put my arms around him. Why was I doing this? I can't really give you a reason.

"Lucifer, don't let his status cloud your judgment. He was brought here because of his ability, and he should be given the same choice that everyone with the ability has: to stay or be damned," I murmured into his ear.

Lucifer shook his head slowly. "You want to save him. You want to help him. You... want to leave me."

Okay, now he was being scarily crazy.