#mephiluciship

Lucinda let out a soft sigh as she walked through the mall with Mephisto. He had insisted that he should take her shopping for some reason, and the fallen angel was more than a little flustered by it. However, his whining made her finally give in and she followed him throughout the stores.

She failed to see why he wanted to buy her anything, but she went along with it to keep him happy. After all, it was actually rather nice to get out of the apartment. 

Lucinda coughed violently, her throat sore. Her face was pale, her cheeks flushed, and had dark circles under her eyes. She could not breathe very well due to congestion, and therefore, had an even harder time sleeping than normal. 

She shivered a bit, feeling very cold. She heard a knock on the door and let out a groan. She really did not want to deal with people today. Unwrapping herself from her blanket where she sat at her computer, where she was searching up remedies for a sore throat.

She slowly opened the door to find a certain tall demon standing there.

Lucinda woke with a start, bolting up-right drenched in cold sweat. She took several shaky breaths, trying to calm her nerves. Wrapping her arms around herself, and looked out the window.

Another nightmare. It seemed she was getting them more frequently as of late. 

The fallen angel let out a soft sigh, before jumping when she heard a knock on the door. Standing up, she made her way to the door and opened it to reveal Mephisto.

The memory started with an image of Mephisto walking up a driveway of sorts, heading towards an older looking house that was surrounded by fields with a couple of trees interspersed near the house. The demon looked younger than he was, and had less of a built look to him, instead looking lanky with youth, and didn’t have any tattoos yet.. He was humming a soft tune as he walked bouncily towards the house, ignoring the feral demons running around his legs that were yapping and chittering in greeting.

The male continued to walk towards the house, a wide smile on his face, as he was on his way to visit his parents after having been away from them for nearly ten years while he reined in control over his Third Eye. He was especially happy to visit his mother, who he loved more than anything else in the world currently. As the demon made his way up the steps and onto the porch, he noticed that it was quieter than normal around the house. The feral demons that had been dancing around his legs had abandoned him as soon as he reached the outside perimeter of the house. That was odd, since they were able to enter the house at any time, and had done so on multiple occasions. He just shrugged it off and opened the door, slipping inside happily.

“Mom! Guess who’s-” He stopped dead in his tracks as he noticed his mother’s almost purely white hair spread across the floor, quickly becoming stained red as the puddle around her continued to grow. His mind started to go blank as he noticed his father, his own father, standing over his mother with blood dripping from his claws. His father had been abusive and prone to rages, Mephisto knew that, but he didn’t think it would go as far as to kill his own wife.

The demon’s tail hit the floor as he took in the entire scene that was going to be burned into his mind for as long as he lived. His eyes immediately swelled with tears as his mind raced with, ‘What to do, what was going on, how the hell was he going to deal with this?’ The male shook his head and took off at his father, even though he knew that the male would probably wipe the floor with Mephisto.

The next part of the memory was completely wiped out, nothing but a blank space that was tinged with red. It cleared a moment later to reveal Mephisto with bloodstained claws and a bloody mask around his mouth, panting heavily and on his knees in front of his mother’s body. He gently lifted her up, parting her hair and pressing a bloody hand to her cheek. In a pitiful attempt to see if she were just barely alive, he pressed two fingers to her neck, trying to find a pulse. Failing to find one, his eyes burned as copious amounts of tears rolled down his cheeks as he pressed his head to his mother’s corpse, rocking back and forth as he muttered to himself in a pleading voice.

“Please don’t leave me… Please, please don’t leave me… I can’t go on without you. Just please, don’t leave me like this.” The demon sobbed loudly as he tried not to have a complete mental breakdown, his clothes and body stained with the blood of both of his parents. The memory ended with a last image of Mephisto clutching his mother’s body, screaming his grief to the sky as the memory wobbled and collapsed on itself.

Lucinda froze, her eyes distant, trying to process what she had just witnessed. Her mind was racing, wondering so many things. Her first question was how was she even able to see the memory. 

That horrible memory. 

Mephisto did not even seem bothered by it, as far as she could tell. However, it must of happened a long time ago, so it made since if he moved on. Yet, Lucinda felt her heart twist and clench with worry and concern. 

It made her think of how she lost Sataniel, who had saved her from her mother. She remember witnessing his death, the horrible, gruesome sight that haunted her mind ten thousand years later. Mephisto loved his mother dearly, she knew that very well, so seeing her lay dead like that...

She suppressed a shutter. His cries for his mother mother not to leave him ringing in her ears. The fallen angel did not think the sound would ever leave her memory, as well as the blood covered child. No wonder Mephisto was so protective at times....

She was so lost in thought, almost in a trance, that it took the demon beside her snapping his fingers to bring her back to reality.

Lucinda looked up at Mephisto, slightly surprised at the sudden contact. She felt her hair being pushed back by a headband of some kind.

“Huh...?”

She felt the top of her head and felt a triangle shape with fake fur. Looking at her reflection on her laptop she rolled her eyes and looked back at her....well she wasn’t sure what to call him.

It was....rather interesting to stumble upon Mephisto. 

She had been flying from a recent battle, one where she got stuck fighting Sariel. It was not a big deal, as she only had scrapes and bruises, which would be gone by tomorrow. 

She tucked her great black wings, which shined in the dim light of the street below the building, tilting her head. 

Lucinda stared at Mephisto, a bit surprised by him coming to visit. She hadn’t invited him over, like she normally did and she looked up at him with a curious expression.

“Mephisto....?”

She noticed he carried numerous bags, a bit confused, as well as curious as to what was in them. 

She stepped aside, letting him in and thankful Maou and Ashiya were not home. They wouldn’t be for awhile actually.