Prince of Darkness (Supernatural/The Originals crossover)

The rabbit and the king of hell

I let out a deep sigh as I roamed around Lucifer's castle. I passed through one cell to the next, the lost souls reached out to me as if I were some sort of savior coming to save them all. Save them from the cruelty and endless torture. Their cries rang my ears, asking to be helped, asking to be saved, to be freed.

The smell of sulfur was getting stronger and stronger by the minute. My nostrils couldn't support the smell any longer, so I decided to turn back, but I couldn't remember from which hallway did I come from. I tried going through the right first, but in the end, I seemed to have been going around in circles.

I decided to take the left hall next, but I somehow ended up in the throne room. No one was in sight. No demon, no Nathan, and no Lucifer.

"Hello? Anyone here?" I called out, but I've received nothing but silence in return.
I looked around and slowly made my way to the throne of hell. I took a seat, resting my arms on the armrest.

So, this is the throne of hell... The seat is pretty comfy, but a little too big for my taste, but I guess that's how Lucifer wanted his throne in the first place. His butt must never get sore, this throne was practically designed for butt comfort.

I begin to fantasize of being a ruler of hell. Instead of tormenting human souls, I would torment demons the hunter's way rather than the queen of hell way. I would carve devils trap in their vessels and have them go for a little swim in a pool filled with holy water. I doubt exorcising would work, considering they are already in hell, or maybe it still might work, only they might end up some other part of hell.

As far as the human souls who are trap in hell, I guess Lucifer could deal with the once who made a deal with the devil. As far as the ones who done wrong with their lives, I guess the demons would have that covered.

Getting lost in thought, I realized that the worst person in history is somewhere here on hell. A goofy but yet creepy grin suddenly appears on my face. Hitler is somewhere in hell, probably in one of the worst levels of hell.

The thought of wanting to torture Hitler thrills my mind. I want to witness his torture. I want him to pay dearly for what he had done. He is a monster, both inside and out. He deserves to be tormented about a thousand times worse than what the Jews had suffered.

My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of vibration coming from underneath the throne. I crouch down and spot a tablet. I reach for it and see it was just a bunch of game notifications. The lock screen was a picture of Lucifer, sitting on his throne, scolding at whoever took the photo and flipped them off with both of his hands.
I swipe off the screen and see he had a picture of us kissing as his wallpaper. A soft smile crept my face, remembering of the day when he had taken that photo. We were being all lovery dovey as usual and kept taking numerous pictures of me. I begged him to stop and hid my face behind my palms. He then insisted on letting him take more picture and made me blush by coming up with an excuse that he could never have enough pictures of me. Then we kissed, and he snapped the picture.

It was a fun day, and yet it is sometimes hard to believe that Lucifer is such a romantic. It's something anyone would least expect.

I look through the apps and see there were mostly games. He had Angry Birds, Game of Thrones: Conquest, Plague Inc., and the list just keeps on going. I guess he must really get bored in hell, or he prefers to play a bunch of video games rather than deal with a bunch of paprework and demons.

I press the lock button and the whole screen goes black. I leave the tablet under the throne, where I found it. I was on my way out until I heard a familiar voice.

"Hey, bunny rabbit."

I stop my tracks and look around, trying to find the source of the voice.