Supernatural One Shots

Lucifer x Male! Reader

I bit my lip in frustration and pulled as hard as I could on the shackles that trapped me in my chair, desperately trying to escape my bonds. I froze when I heard the door open and close, and glared at my foster parents. I felt tears prick my eyes as I thought of all the times they had beat me, called my useless and kicked me out the house. Ever since I was born, all I could remember was pain and betrayal from my foster parents, my real parents giving me up soon after I was born, with no reason as to why. My foster parents had never loved me (as they so often told me), and I had purely been fostered for some witchcraft experiments. I had never been locked up like this however, and I knew that I would never forgive them for this; whatever was happening, I knew it was bad, and I knew it was big. Whatever it was, I was sure that I would do my best to be no part of their crazy plan.

"Stop fidgeting!" My foster mother snapped, sending me a glare. I glared back, before turning my attention to the table where both my parents were laying numerous objects out for a spell. I frowned, wondering what they were trying to do.

"Now, this may hurt ____, but you'll be thanking us later." My foster father said, bringing up a syringe and placing it against my neck. "Now, you are about to undergo vast changes, both physically and mentally, but don't worry; your mother and I will be with you every step of the way."

"No you won't." I snarled, glaring up at him. "You never have been, and never will be."

"We'll see." The male said, before piercing my neck with the syringe and forcing the substance inside my body. At first I felt nothing, and I saw my foster mother frown.

"Has it not worked?" She asked, and my foster father scrutinised me.

"Wait a minute dear..." As soon as those words left his mouth, a burning sensation filled my body, and as the seconds passed it quickly got more intense. I let out a shout of pain as a blinding white light filled my vision and surrounded me, pressing against my body. I let out one last cry before the light was replaced by darkness, and I quickly passed out.

"It worked!" I heard muffled voices pushing through the silence, and I moaned, blinking my eyes open. As my eyes adjusted to the light I knew that I had changed in some way, and there was a strange weight to my back which I had never felt before. I looked up to my foster parents who were looking at me in awe, and when I looked behind me my eyes widened. On my back were four large wings which were black, and shone a harsh white light. I felt my heart begin to race, and I jumped up, breaking out of my chains with superhuman strength. I felt my fear begin to take over me, as I had no idea what was going on around me. All my senses seemed heightened, and I knocked over the table in the small basement as I swung myself around as I tried to get used to standing up and walking around; I felt weird, like I was trapped in a suit or something.

"What have you done?" I eventually turned on my foster parents, who were looking at me with wonder in their eyes.

"We did it..." My foster mother said, turning to look her husband in the eyes.

"I know..."

"What have you done?" I asked more firmly, but they still refused to answer me, causing my frustrations to grow. They spoke softly between each other, and I suddenly lost it.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!? ANSWER ME!" I shouted, a blast of air sending my foster parents flying the wall. They looked at me stunned, but soon recovered, putting on charming smiles for me.

"What do you think we have done? We have turned you into an angel!" My foster father said, walking up to me and placing a hand on one of my wings. I flinched away from him, and he frowned.

"Don't be like that son..."

"I AM NOT YOUR SON!" I shouted, and with a flick of my hand sent him flying into a wall. "I will never be your son." I said, tears coming to my eyes. I looked over to see my foster mother starting to recover, a hint of fear in her gaze.