#nihidis

   Her hands were chained together and cuffed to an impersonal, stainless steel table. The light above her head gave off a WEAK light, and she figured that light bulb had a week left, tops, before it would flicker out and need to be replaced. She could hear voices from behind the one-way mirror; her senses sharper than most. She lifted her gaze to the mirror, looking right where she heard him speak — Special Agent Dean Winchester. She could sort of see past the mirror, and realised she was looking him right in the eye. She smiled knowingly, and gave him a little wink.

   The BLOOD on her hands had dried. She wasn’t here by accident, she had planned the entire thing. For months, she had been leaving messages at her crime scenes for the handsome agent to find. Little notes, little words written on the walls, anything she could get her hands on at the time, really. They were short and sweet at first, just TOYING with the agent. But they progressively got more detailed — because he hadn’t just been watching her, she had been watching him, too.

   But she had decided to get caught with this one, see Dean up close and personal. She had LAUGHED as they had disarmed her, smiled as they put her in the back of a cop car, and she was smiling still. They had no idea what they were dealing with.

   Mismatched golden and blue eyes followed Dean as she watched him through what was supposed to be a one way mirror, and watched him leave the room. She looked at the cops behind the glass.

      “Do you get the feeling she can see us?” one of them asked another uncomfortably, and she smiled wider.

   Her gaze tore away from the mirror, and she once again made eye contact with Dean as he had now entered the interrogation room. Lucifer moved to sit up a little straighter and watched as he put down her file in front of her. The Devil, it read quite simply. She smiled sweetly. That’s what THE MEDIA had been calling her.

   Her hands balled into fists, and then relaxed, a repetitive motion as she worked up the strength to force the rest of THE CELESTIAL METAL out of her body. She inhaled sharply and spit out a bit of black blood that had made its way into her mouth. It tasted just like regular blood did; metallic and rusty. Her eyes had gone black and red, head tilted backwards against the backrest of the chair she was in. The ripped skin in her cheek had began to sag from its own weight, exposing some of her meat suit’s teeth and gums to the air. Some of that black blood had leaked down from the rip, down her jaw, and onto her shirt.

         CLANG.

   Another blade had been forced out of her and fell onto the ground. She rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck. Her right arm was now entirely devoid of the blades. She balled her hand into a fist again and began to pull up. Her face was nothing but PURE CONCENTRATION.

   With the sound of ripping leather, her right arm came free. She relaxed in her seat and brought her hand up to run her fingers through her hair. She grinned to herself. She moved to pull another blade out of herself and brought it up to look at it. The design of these were vastly different of how they were back home. The colour wasn’t even the same. ARTHANIUM in her world was of brass or gold; it depended on how they were forged. This was a silver, almost white gold colour. She twirled it in her hand, deciding that the weight and design wasn’t too awful.

   Blackened and red eyes stayed focused on the door, twirling the blade every so often. When THE WINCHESTER returned, it took every bit of will power she had to not throw the blade straight center into his forehead. Instead, she toyed with him, throwing it and having it hit the door frame just beside his head. It sunk into the wood with a satisfying thunk.

   The sight of her crash was barren. Trees burnt to a crisp, still smoking ever so slightly; grass blackened. It went on for as far as the eye could see. She stood in its center, the only thing out of place in the ruin — THE MORNINGSTAR.

   This place was not her own. It could be felt within THE ENERGY around her. The corner of her mouth twitched as her chest filled with anger and her hands balled into fists. Somehow they had succeeded in their quest; but such a thing was not going UNPUNISHED. She would find her way back, it didn’t matter how long it took. Patience might be a virtue, but she did not lack it.

   The day was spent investigating the area around her, for anything that may have gone with her through that portal. She found NOTHING, but that bothered her little. She didn’t expect to find much here.

   Another presence was felt, and it was drawing in closer. Another SOUL come to investigate the area, she supposed. It must have made quite the sound. No matter, whoever it may be, it was no threat to her. Lucifer would take the necessary precautions with the world’s supernatural life; but not with humanity. Humanity was WEAK no matter which version of the universe you entered.

   Eyes lifted toward the sun, hand coming up to shield her eyes a little. The universe seemed the same as her own, thus far, which bode well. She knew some of the universes out there were UTTER CHAOS — pure misery. She hadn’t seen them, she had only heard of them; but it wasn’t hard to imagine that the worst possible world was a reality, somewhere.

   She could still taste THE ASHES in her mouth, her eyes still feeling prickly from the atomic light. If she had responded half a second later, both she and Dean would have lost their lives. Lucifer had never thought she would witness earth dying and live to tell about it — yet here she was. It hadn’t been her earth, of course, that’s where they were now. The God from Dean’s universe was almost more unpleasant than her own, with an even stronger murderous streak.

   They had lost Sam, Lucifer hadn’t been able to save him. Everything had happened so fast, she could barely even remember how it had all gone down. She had just enough time to grab the only other person alive besides herself, and perform the spell she had read in their library the day she had arrived there. She hadn’t told either of them she had known how to go home for MONTHS. She had made a promise, and she wasn’t breaking it, even though things had been rather hard, as she was frequently running out of energy over there due to lack of connection to her own Hell.

   They arrived in Lucifer’s universe through A RIP in space and time. Immediately Lucifer felt a lot better, more normal, more herself. But she didn’t have a whole lot of time to enjoy that. Not only did she have a lot of things to do now that she was here — she also had to figure out how he was doing. In the short time she had known both Sam and Dean, she had realised they had quite an unhealthy codependent relationship, and even without that, losing your own brother wasn’t easy. Lucifer knew a lot about that herself.

   It had honestly been a DREADFUL couple of days. Lucifer didn’t enjoy confined space, and she was glad to hear it that they had caught wind of one of the supposed end of the world activities. She had joined the two brothers on their hunt; a WEREWOLF pack who were supercharged by the full bloodmoon. It wasn’t even the time for a bloodmoon, not to mention the moon was much closer to the earth than felt normal.

   The pack was much bigger than a normal pack, almost as if every werewolf in Northern America had gathered together, and Lucifer honestly felt like that might’ve been the case. They looked nothing like the werewolves from her own world; these weren’t even turning into actual wolves. Regardless, Lucifer helped to take them out, either using her hands or using her POWERS to move tree roots, create barriers, and anything else that would cross her mind.

   When things started to look hopeless, Lucifer told them to keep shooting for as long as they could, and focused all her energy on THE MOON. Changing the moon phase wasn’t exactly difficult, but it did require a lot of energy, as well as the fact it came with its own set of RISKS — but at the moment those risks looked more enticing than continuing to fight a couple more hundred werewolves.

   As her hands lifted from her sides, the moon returned to its silvery colour, and shifted its phase just enough where it was no longer full. It caused everyone to return to their normal selves, and Lucifer let Sam and Dean deal with them from there — whether they would EXECUTE them all or try to help them was really none of her concern.

   They had returned to a motel afterwards, as the two humans had been too tired to drive back to THE BUNKER, which was fine by her. She didn’t like that bunker very much anyway. At least the motel had windows. She had draped herself down on the sofa in the corner, completely clean of all the blood that had been spilled on her during the fight.

   She propped her feet up on the coffee table, resting her elbow back on the arm rest as she observed the other two.

❛ ow, I’m on fire! ouch! ❜

   Green eyes had never looked more JUDGEMENTAL, resting one hand on her hip as she raised one of her eyebrows. She slowed down her chewing of the ghost pepper, but looked clearly unbothered by its unforgiving heat. She threw the other half of her pepper onto the kitchen island of their Kansas home.