LUCIFER ◆ N. Mikaelson

18 // Death Is A Party, Invite All Your Friends

"Why do I have to go with you again?" Damon grunts out.

I angrily spin around to glare at him, "Because I helped you with your brother. You could have the decency to help me with this."

"That's the thing, I don't know what 'this' is," He air quotes dramatically.

The tears threaten to fall if I don't distract myself. So instead of thinking about Niklaus dying, I think about going to pay Carl a visit in Hell. It's a cheap glass covering what's really happening, but it works well enough for me.

He rolls his eyes, "Fine. Don't tell me. But what does it have to do with Hell?"

"We need to talk to someone here. You're familiar with him," I turn to continue walking towards the special area of Hell I've placed him.

Damon follows, a bit confused. I'm sure the light bulb goes off as we reach his cell. I lift up my hands in a pronounced way of presenting him.

"Carl," His eyes are sharp, watching the chained Demon carefully.

Then his glare gives attention to me.

"What?" I notice his pained expression hidden behind the glare, "Trust me, if it wasn't necessary I wouldn't have brought you here."

He focuses back on Carl, and I do as well. He sits against the back wall, not even looking at us. It's like he's ignoring our existence as some form of control or to feel powerful. I don't like it so to let him know who's in control, and to let out some of my frustration, I force him to stand. He looks at me, startled by the sudden head jerk.

"Lucifer," His eyes glaze over beside me, "And Damon? Wowie, I didn't think you'd visit little ole me. Well? How's it going pal? Your brother doing alright?"

The last sentence sets him off. I don't bother holding Damon back, letting him express his anger on the bars. It seems Carl's time sitting here without me torturing him has led him to acquire false confidence. His ego has only had time to grow in this small room.

"You get lippy, I get hitty. Got it?" I stare him down until he makes eye contact.

Whatever sense of a smile he had wipes off at my tone.

"What are we doing here?" Damon's seething, staring for an answer.

I take in a slow breath and step closer until I can whisper. 

"Niklaus is going to die. Carl may be my only link to someone who can help. Or at least a start," It pains me to say it out loud. But it's no worse than having it linger in my head.

When I pull away Damon sends me guilty looks. I smile softly, letting him know it wasn't his fault for his previous rudeness. He didn't know how important this is. Abrupt laughter makes our heads turn.

"So Loverboy's finally going to kick it, huh? My, my, I wouldn't have saw that co—

His words are shortchanged when air punches him in the shins. He takes another blow to the gut, all while I stare emotionless. Why did Carl have to be such a dick? Well, he will be put in his place after I settle things with Niklaus. Once I have the assurance I need that he'll be fine, I'll be taking some me time to hang out with Carl. Ha.

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Carl's POV

I lean against the bars, recovering from the sudden attacks. I frown at the humiliation of being a rat in a cage. This is not a fitting look for me, and I need to find a way out of here. And then hope that Michael hurries up with his part of our deal, in killing Lucifer and handing me her Grace. Oh how much I will gloat as the King of Hell! And why stop there. . .