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Chapter 8: Help

The devil was unrecognisable. 

The powerful, feared across the universe sort-of angel was completely broken, shattered in fact.

His hair was messed up, little curls poking around his head. His bright eyes turned swollen and bloodshot. His suit was slightly ripped up and very crumpled, covered in mud and her blo....nevermind. 

His penthouse looked like a tornado had swept through it, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake and worse. 

Angels are far more powerful than some little earthly occurrence. 

Especially a destroyed one. 

Lucifer was slumped against his bookshelf, barely acknowledging the absolute wrath he had incurred on his penthouse. 

He stared blankly at nothing, a bottle in his hand, the same little words replaying over and over again. 

I love you, Lucifer. 

Get out of my head. 

I love you, Lucifer. 

Please stop, leave me alone. 

I love you, Lucifer. 

You're not actually here. 

I love you, Lucifer. 

GET OUT OF MY BLOODY HEAD. 

He threw the bottle against the empty wall, his eyes flaming as he watched the innocent bottle shatter into thousands of pieces. 

Still not the most broken thing in the room. 

I love you, Lucifer. 

Bloody hell. 

He slumped back down and let out a frustrated cry. It was useless. His mind simply loved torturing him. 

It made him see the beautiful warm smile that made him so proud of himself, 

the striking blue eyes that could pierce right through his soul,

 the lovely sweet voice that always brought calm to the storm. 

The cruel reminder that they now only exist there. 

The never-ending realisation that they weren't real and only in his head. 

The bright billboard sign that screamed THEY ARE FUCKING GONE. 

Forever. 

Ha! 

It was sort of funny actually. 

His punishment to rule over hell was monumentally better than this. All this time, his true hell-loop was.....wait for it, 

His own bloody brain! 

Isn't that fun? 

The nasty thing just loved seeing him in pain. Ha! He dare say it was a better torturer than Maze! 

And then when he finally found an escape out of his interesting little hell loop, just as he was on his way out, Dear old BLOODY Dad, took away the key. Snatched it right out of his hands and let the door slam close on him. 

Bravo Dad, BRAVO.

 You know I'm here for you right? And I you, Detective. 

Ha! 

He lied, he lied to the Detective! Of all people! The Detective! HA! He wasn't there for her! She died in his bloody arms! Ha! 

He grabbed another slightly filled broken bottle on the ground and downed the rest of the liquid.