Lucifer X Reader

Chapter five- Cages & Hounds

Y/n pov

You wake up to screaming. You don't know how long You've been asleep but it doesn't matter. You see Crowley show up outside your cage, Lucifer growls at the sight. You notice dried blood on his lip.

"You saw them. They're looking for me." You state, Crowley growls and unlocks your cage. You wait for him to come in and then you attempt to kill him but another demon pulls you off of him. You smash the demons head into the cage bars. And kill him. But Crowley stops you from moving.

"If you are to be turned you will listen." You growled at him attempting to break free of the invisible force.

"I'd rather get tortured for all of eternity. Then listen to you." Crowley puts more cuffs on you.

"If Sam and Dean don't kill you then I will." You warn.

"Oh, threats now darling, how flattering." He laughs.

"No threat, but a promise." You smirk and Crowley's face darkens and you feel your ribs crack and lungs burn, you whimper and growl. When he lets go you drop to the ground. He was about to address another demon. When you started laughing. He and Lucifer who's attention on you fully.

"I'll kill you and burn hell down." You jump up at him your blood everywhere. But are pinned by a hell hound. Crowley stands and stops it from mauling you. But it tears the skin from your arm and leg making it hard to stand. Crowley kicks the back of your knee and you fall down.

"Nice try, but I think you forgot who's playground your in." He snickered.

"Burn, Crowley." You say. Crowley growls and drags you buy the cuffs to be tortured. You see Lucifer isn't smiling but looks slightly concerned.

Lucifer's pov

I watched her drift asleep. She wasn't afraid of me, hell she even stood up for me. What am I saying Humans are weak and imperfect.

They hurt more than they heal. So why am I affected that she decided to help me.

She stirs awake to Crowley, she has this fierce look on her face, it's kinda cute when she's mad. She attempts to fight but makes a few good hits, Crowley will end up beating her though.

I was just observing until I heard Crowley say; "If you are to be turned you will listen." Is he planning to make her a demon? If so, why would it matter so much so quick... unless, he wants her for crowning day, she'd be quite the weapon, and with her connection to the Winchesters, She's valuable to him. Does he want her to be his "Queen" I growl at the thought and feel my cold skin heat and blood boil.

I see her lose to one of the hell hounds. The hound notices me and looks sad that I'm in here. I miss the throne too. She gets dragged away grunting and covered in blood. I can hear new screaming, normally i wouldn't care, maybe find joy or comfort in it but, having it be her it's different. She makes me feel different, I see her come back out her clothes stained with blood and her eyes puffy but determined. She gets thrown back into her cell with new cuffs on and she falls to the ground. She slowly stands and takes deep shaky breaths.

"Come here and I'll burn those off." I offer to her pointing to her cuffs, she nods and agrees. She takes a few steps before falling due to her pain, her body may've been rebuilt but the pain won't go away for about another hour at least with the damage done, maybe longer.

She got back up and walked towards me. Interesting that even in her weakest state he trusts me. But the thing is I can't find a reason for her to not to. I should want to hurt her but I can't bring myself to. Why? Is this an illusion? A trick meant to punish me, like Crowley does with many.

I hear the clanking of metal and the cuffs are in front of me. And look down, I grab the cuffs and they burn off, I see her wrists burned and bleeding from the cuffs. I don't let go and feel her eyes on mine. I instead heal her wounds, the sound of ribs cracking back and my graces flowing around her, she smiles.

"Thank you, Lucifer."

"Your uh welcome."

"Lucifer, why help me, I mean thank you but what's you game?"

"I'm not gonna want the Winchester cell mate to be annoying for all eternity." I joke she giggles and I notice I was still holding on to her wrists and I let go and she looks and rubs them.

I hope she doesn't give up. If she does she won't be herself, I don't know why I care but I do. Agh humans!

"So, why'd you start hunting with the brothers dumbass?" I ask sitting in the cage on the side closest to her cell, to talk.

"Well it was about five years ago when I started living with them but Bobby singer raised me for 14 years before that. I knew they brothers in that time but I didn't live with them, just occasional hunts against bobby's will of course."

"Who's your real family?" I ask, knowing afterwards I shouldn't have asked. She picked up on this but continued anyway.

"I don't know, died when I was to young." You pause and ask the big question.
"Lucifer, Why do you hate humanity so much."

"They're weak, the pests, cause pain and hurt more than they help. Father asked us to love them, how do you love them? They're evil. They kill each other. They destroy everything around them."

"Lucifer, Angels are the same, so are demons. It's not just humanity. Hell, you killed Gabriel, Cas killed countless others out of love, Meg killed demons to save herself but also Cas. She killed a hell hound for the brothers and Cas. I had to kill to save people, and some were human. People of any species seem to be at war with themselves quite often. And all of us are pests of a greater being. But some 'pests' help the greater being. And when angels nuke things and you want an apocalypse, doesn't seem very careful of the environment around you. Lucifer, I'm not saying humanity is perfect, but..." She paused to think.

"Do you like music?" I nod so she can continue. Still taking in all of her opinions.

"Humans sing, they love, they dance, and sometimes they destroy, they can disappoint, but a lot of us try our bests. And humans are stubborn, we'll never give up. In a way, we're all the same Lucifer. We're all trying our best to help those we love or impress those we hate. It's creature's nature." She said softly, her voice was enchanting. It soothed me. I cared what she thought of me, I'm Satan, a murder, a monster, but I want to... I need to hear it from her.

"So, you think many things have good in them. Even me?" I laugh but wanting to know the answer.

"We can't change what we're born with, but we chose how to use it. I think you made a mistake in how you used it. The mark, it hurt you, as well as you father pushing you down here, not everything that made you the way you are was your fault. But the killing, the apocalypse, the feud with Michael, you can't blame that all on your father." I looked at her normally I should be attacking her or yelling, ranting and complaining. But I just listened. She wasn't wrong, but I hated to hear it, but she made it easy to hear.

I went and looked into her deep e/c eyes, I loved staring into them. But she's below me! But, is she really...?

She looked into my eyes and I felt my anger die down. Why is she doing this to me?

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