#Persephone p9

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Persephone | John Wick x Reader (Nine)

Words: 3412

Warning: Usual JW-verse violence, minor swearing

A/N: Sorry to update so late. I’ve made an outline for the remaining chapters, but the direction of the story ended up going way off than what I planned and getting more complicated, giving me writer’s block. Why do I do this to myself?

Previously: Abram Tarasov strikes a deal that he will ally with you if you look into the rising power, Sokolov, and find out who’s responsible for it. Gavriil Sokolov is revealed to be a man who had no interest in the criminal Underworld until his father died and is resolved to building the family’s power and sought a similar goal of a new system with the help of Rozaliya Romanova, who happened to be an old friend of yours and asks to meet with you.

-

You took a taxi to the location Rozaliya had written in the note, paying the driver with a golden coin to take a discrete route, avoiding the main roads if possible. John wasn’t all too happy about you going alone, but it was what you wanted to do, so he gave you his bulletproof suit jacket and, surprisingly, let Cerberus follow you.

The loyal dog sat next to you, fitted with the bulletproof vest that you made for him. You had added pockets in it with emergency tools and gadgets tucked away with a matching bracelet on your wrist to activate some of the gadgets. You absentmindedly scratched behind his ear, trying to calm yourself as you neared the location.

It was the apartment from your memory, the place where Ophelia had sent you to get rid of Rozaliya, located in the upscale part of New York. It had been so long ago. To think that this Rozaliya Romanova would reach out to you first and offer aid, especially someone from a powerful family, it seemed too good to be true.

You stepped out of the taxi with Cerberus behind, gazing up at the looming building with its European influenced architecture, the penthouse having a wide balcony to overlook the city. You walked up to the bellman and flashed the rose pink star pendant. He nodded, opening the doors to you.

“Welcome back, Miss (Y/l/n),” he said.

The doors opened to a spatial lobby with marble flooring and pillars and a high ceiling with a crystal chandelier. You made your way over to the elevator where an elevator operator waited, maintaining a neutral expression as you walked in. Once the doors closed, you showed her the pendant.

She nodded, saying, “Welcome back, Miss (Y/l/n).”

She then pulled out a key ring filled with color coded skeleton keys. She took the rose gold colored key and slid a panel open. She turned the key in and pressed the red button next to it. The elevator jerked, taking the three of you to Rozaliya’s penthouse.

Your heart was racing in your chest as the elevator slowly crawled up the building. Was Rozaliya a true ally? Even if she was five years ago, she could have changed during the time you were gone. The note she sent didn’t have much details. You supposed that was on purpose so it could be discussed in person.

According to the note, Rozaliya’s father was no longer in power, so her step-mother took over. From what you’ve managed to remember, her father wasn’t a good leader, let alone a good father. He was good at what he did, but he didn’t like playing by the rules, which wasn’t a trait a High Table member should have.

The elevator opened to a long corridor with floral paintings along the walls. You and Cerberus stepped out and used your muscle memory to lead you down the corridor towards a double door.

You looked down at Cerberus for reassurance. He reached up to lick your hand, making you smile. Right. You had him with you. It was tempting to have John come with since his presence was always comforting for you, but you wanted to talk to Rozaliya one on one. You pulled his suit jacket closer around you, his scent still lingering on it, before you knocked on the double doors.

A tall blonde woman with striking blue eyes opened the doors immediately, a large bright smile on her face once she saw you. Finally seeing her face in the flesh, you weren’t sure what you should be feeling. A part of you wanted to cry since you were practically seeing a dear old friend after five years, but the other part of you wanted to be cautious and see how it plays out.

She launched herself at you, wrapping her arms around you tightly. Cerberus jumped into attention, growling at her. She pulled away and looked down at the pitbull who pushed himself in between you and Rozaliya.

“He’s new,” she said, “Hello, there.” He growled, standing his ground in front of you. “He’s very protective of you, isn’t he?”

“Very,” you said, petting Cerberus’s head to calm him down.

Rozaliya smiled. “I’m glad you could come.” You nodded, not knowing what else to say. “Well, come on in. You’re no stranger. We have a lot to catch up on.”

-

The familiar tea set sat in front of you on the coffee table as Rozaliya brought over a plate of cookies. Cerberus sat next to you, still in alert, almost watching her move around the apartment.

She finally sat down across from the two of you and smiled, folding her hands on her knee. “I’m glad that you’re okay now,” she said.

“You knew what happened to me?” you asked.

Rozaliya pursed her lips. “I wish I knew sooner. I knew how stubborn you were looking for the people that killed your family all on your own, and I should have just gone and send people to help you anyways. We didn’t expect Ophelia to act so soon. It had really pushed our plans back, but let’s not get to that yet. How are you?”

You sighed, tilting your head in thought. “My memory has been coming back gradually. I’ve been relearning… things. Just getting by,” you said.

She looked at you with a sad smile. “You don’t trust me,” she said, “I don’t blame you. Go on, ask me anything.”

“Why only now have you tried to contact me? Why couldn’t you do during those five years?”

“There was a lot going on during that time that I had to deal with and we knew that you weren’t in immediate danger. We never knew that John Wick was going to kill Ophelia, either.”

“And what did you have to do, exactly?”

Rozaliya sighed, recalling the memory. “There are things that my father had done that I had to fix, and it wasn’t easy. I’m still trying to fix it. Years of corruption had led things astray.”

You nodded slowly, taking in this information. Although it seemed like she was telling the truth, there was no way of telling if she was your ally yet. You would just have to hear her out for now. “Alright. What did you want to discuss?”

“I’m sure Yevgeni brought in the briefcase for you. Those documents are what you’ve collected, detailing the accounts of key figures of the Underworld that had gone against the rules or gone around the rules to get their way. Ophelia wanted that information for herself and tried to send people after them. Just because this is the Underworld, doesn’t mean it’s a lawless world. My mother and I want to fix that.” She leaned back in her chair, shifting around to get comfortable.

Cerberus scooted closer to you on the couch. You adjusted yourself, one leg tucked under you, and allowed Cerberus to lean on you. “And you kept all that information with you when I was gone?”

She nodded. “I knew where you kept them and luckily, Ophelia’s people didn’t get to them first. It had been locked away until you came back. It seemed that you came back just in time, too, which brings me to the current situation. You were looking into the Sokolovs, correct?”

“Yes… yes, I am,” you thought for a moment, then said, “You don’t happen to be involved with them are you?”

She bit her lip, adjusting herself on the chair again. “He, Gavriil Sokolov, came to me first. He wanted to use my resources and influence to either rid or take over the other territories, thinking he struck a fair deal by presenting evidence that my father was murdered for his seat at the Table.”

“And was he?”

“He was, but with good reason. As I mentioned, he wasn’t using his powers wisely, so my mother and I planned to get rid of him and take over so we could put things back in order again. Gavriil thought that I would be vengeful of my father’s death and wanting to take the seat from my mother. I only agreed so I could keep an eye on him and influence the outcomes of his plans. He wants a new order, but not in the way that we see it. If he thinks that he could take over, he wouldn’t be any better. That’s what you and John Wick are planning on doing, isn’t it? Planning a new system?”

“How much do you know about our plans?” you said, your arms wrapping around Cerberus. He must have sensed your uneasiness as he growled lowly at Rozaliya.

She smiled at how loyal he was and shrugged. “Everyone knows about what happened to John Wick up to how he practically declared war on the High Table. It would make sense for him to go and find you to help.”

“And you are on our side?”

“Of course, (Y/n). You’re my friend,” she said with such genuity it made you speechless. “You may not readily remember or even believe me, but know that I am on your side. I’ll let you decide what happens next.”

-

Rozaliya’s New York-based underground club, Cassieopia, wasn’t much different from Astraea, except that it was bigger and had a large stage for live performances. You held John’s hand as you weaved through the crowd until you reached the bar. John ordered two shots before leaning against the counter next to you.

“This Gavriil Sokolov is going to be here?” John asked into your ear.

“That’s what she said. She invited him over for a business discussion, but, of course, he doesn’t know we’re here,” you said, “She should be here soon as well.”

A drunk man stumbled passed, tripping over someone’s foot, his hand reaching out to the nearest thing to steady himself, which happened to be your chair. He lifted his head, his eyes scanning your body and he grinned.

“Well, hello-” he leered before John cut him off.

“Goodbye,” John snapped, pushing him away and maneuvering his body to shield you from any other clumsy drunkards that try to make a move on you. 

“You’re acting like Cerberus right now,” you teased, nudging him.

He took a scan of the place, then looked at you with narrowed eyes. His hand moved to your wrist at your pulse. “It seems to me that you enjoy it,” he said lowly.

“Who doesn’t want a tall, dark, and handsome man protecting them?” you grinned, fluttering your eyelashes. John huffed, shoving the shot glass into your hand and held his up. You clinked glasses and drank at the same time.

Rozaliya cleared her throat, looking between you two with a raised eyebrow. “I know you two aren’t the partying type, so I’m sure you want to get straight to business,” she said, her hand resting on John’s arm.

Your eyes caught this immediately and John could feel your pulse picking up. “Rose, our supposed friendship will be in danger if you keep that up,” you found yourself saying. John looked away to hide a smirk. Your cheeks heated when you realized what you said.

Rozaliya removed her hand with a knowing smile. “Okay, you two, follow me.”

You hopped off the bar stool and grabbed John’s hand again, following Rozaliya through the crowd up the metal staircases to one of the private rooms. John squeezed your hand gently as the two of you entered, revealing the room to have a fish tank and a wallpaper filled with stars and galaxies.

Rozaliya sat on one of the leather couches and gestured over to to the wide fish tank at the front of the room. “There’s a door behind me that leads to a hidden room right behind that tank. It’s a one way glass, so you two can see and hear everything. Cameras are installed around this room, the bar, dancefloor, stage area, and the stairway, which you can monitor on the screens. There’s another exit that leads to the main stairwell of the building,” she said.

You walked over to the wall where Rozaliya pointed at, running your fingers along the wallpaper until you felt an indentation hidden in the Rose galaxy. You fished out the pendant from your pocket, the star slotting in perfectly. You cranked the pendant counterclockwise until you heard a click. John pushed the wall, revealing a dimly lit room, then stepped aside to allow you to enter first. The wall clicked shut behind the both of you, the lock returning back to its position.

You made your way over to the monitors, spotting a man that fit the description of Gavriil Sokolov making his way over to the private room. He was of average built with slicked back blonde hair, donning an all black suit. He had brought two guards with him with Yevgeni leading them over.

“How are you, friend?” Gavriil greeted, opening his arms for a hug.

Rozaliya smiled, giving him a short hug before sitting back down. “Drink?”

“Of course.”

Rozaliya nodded at Yevgeni to call in a waiter before turning to Gavriil. “I’ve been made aware of new developments,” she began.

Gavriil chuckled. “That thing. You are resourceful.”

“That’s why you came to me,” she said.

They both laughed it out. “It was a decision I made after much consideration. Thanks to you, the others that are second in line to be the leading crime lord of their territory came into an agreement with me.”

“Agreement?” Rozaliya cocked an eyebrow, her eyes trying to read every facial tic and microexpression on Gavriil’s face even as the waiter came in with the drink and two glasses before leaving without a word.

Gavriil sighed, leaning forward to pour two glasses. “Details. Things you shouldn’t worry too much about. Not everyone agreed, of course, but enough. Word on the street, this Persephone has been gathering up allies as well. Most of the people that disagreed or hadn’t answered had a previous history with her. Do you know of this person?”

Rozaliya hummed, taking the glass from him. If Gavriil got this much done before she found out, how many other plans had he done without her knowledge, using her name to gain influence?

“I suppose you haven’t heard of Persephone. You’ve only been in the Underworld in the past year while she’s been gone from action for almost five years. I’ve heard many things about her. She’s very skilled, very deadly. Even killed a man twice her size with a stiletto shoe.”

“A stiletto shoe?” he asked in disbelief.

“A stiletto shoe.”

John broke away from the monitor and turned to you with a raised eyebrow. “Impressive, but it’s your style. You do love to slice and stab things,” he whispered.

“Didn’t you kill someone with a fuckin’ pencil?” you whispered back, nudging his arm.

John shrugged. “Once or twice.”

Gavriil took a shot of vodka before setting the glass down. “Can you refresh my memory? Killing innocents are against the rules even in the Underworld, too, right?”

“Yes, of course. Why?”

He sighed, pouring himself another drink. “From one of my sources, they say that she’d killed countless of innocent bystanders as well,” he went on. You stiffen, wondering who exactly was his source that would tell such a thing. “They say that she just gone mad and massacre the other residents in her apartment complex. After that, she went missing.”

You shake your head, backing away from the fish tank in denial, but that night of the break-in of your apartment flashed through your mind. You knew that it was one of the Instructor’s people that you killed, but there was still a missing piece between that time and when you were holding the body of an innocent, their blood staining your hands. You weren’t sure if you had killed them, or you simply assumed that you had because you were holding them. But to say that you had killed everyone in that building? It must be a mistake. If you had, the Adjudicator would have been looking for you from that point on and not even Ophelia or Caius could evade them.

Something’s off. The plan was to have him reveal everything and then get rid of him and restore the territories back to Tarasov. You and Rozaliya were convinced that he told everything to her, given how new he was to this business life he would confide in almost every decision he made. He was, after all, using her money and influence to even achieve his goals.

“John-” You started to say, but he was already ahead of you, making his way over to the other door. “Wait.” You rushed over to him and pressed your lips firmly on his cheek. His eyes widened before pulling you closer and captured your lips roughly, pouring every unspoken word into the kiss.

He finally pulled away, running a thumb along your bottom lip. “See you in a bit,” he said before heading out through the narrow hallway behind the room that led to the stairwell.

You caught your breath and turned back to the fish tank, your nerves spiking up again once he left. You tried to focus on the mission, listening intently to the conversation.

“Back to the subject at hand,” Rozaliya said, reminding him, “I thought we agreed that we would be sharing decisions within our partnership. After all, without me, you wouldn’t be able to obtain even half of the power you gained.”

“This is true,” he admitted, “but with my new allies, I don’t think I need you.”

“Excuse me?”

“Especially when you have gone behind my back as well. I may be new to the Underworld, but I am a fast learner. You want to know what I’m planning? Justice to be dealt with on every member of the Table, every leading crime lord, and every Continental manager.” Gavriil smirked, knocking back a shot before standing. He fixed his suit and looked directly into the fishtank. “I’m sure we’ll run into each other in due time, but I really hope not.”

With that, he left with his guards, pushing passed Yevgeni. Once he was out of the room, Rozaliya told Yevgeni to start evacuating the club before making her way over to the hidden room. She walked straight towards the monitors, her blue eyes honing in on Gavriil’s retreating figure. She swore under her breath, pressing a button to eject a disc from the recorder.

“We need to get out. Now,” she said firmly, opening the other exit.

You followed close behind, hearing the ruckus of people spilling out of the club as the music stopped. Rozaliya took her high heels off and rushed up the rest of the stairs, putting them back on once the two of you had reached the ground level.

Yevgeni was already waiting for you two outside, leading you to safety away from the building. An explosion erupted, shattering the windows of the first floor. You swiveled around, looking for Gavriil and his men. The sound of screeching tires caught your attention and you moved towards the sound to see a car speeding towards the block. Three heavy armored black cars rolled up in time as the car opened fire at the evacuated crowd, shielding everyone. They shouted, ducking for cover while the rest of the security guards tried to calm them down and control the situation.

“He thinks he can mess with the Romanovas?” Rozaliya spat. “I’ll show him.”

Once the car drove off, the crowd began to disperse, guiding by the security guards. John stepped away from the window of a nearby building, turning to see his captives, Gavriil’s two bodyguards along with three other men working under him. They struggled against their ropes, blood and sweat trickling down from their foreheads and obscuring their vision.

John walked up to the three men and crouched down to their eye level. “I wonder what Nastya Romanova would do if she finds that several of her men have betrayed the family,” he said.

“I’d imagine she’d be extremely pissed off,” a female’s voice said in Russian.

John turned to see a woman with graying mousy brown hair stepped out of the shadows. John slightly lowered his head in respect. “Nastya,” he greeted.

Nastya grinned. “It’s good to see you again, John. Now, tell me who is trying to hurt my daughter.”

-

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You’re Now Mine (P9)

TITLE: YOU’RE NOW MINE (PART 9) SUMMARY:  I’VE DECIDED TO CONTINUE THE DRABBLE REQUEST INTO A THREE PART SERIES CONSIDERING THE REQUESTS TO WRITE MORE OF IT!

“FULFILLING A REQUEST FOR @lets-personofinterestontumbir! – “COULD YOU DO A DRABBLE FOR THE PERSEPHONE AU I DON’T KNOW IF YOU’VE SEEN ONCE UPON A TIME BUT THE EPISODE 1X07 REMINDED ME A LOT OF THIS STORY WHEN THE EVIL QUEEN RIPPED OUT THE HUNTSMEN’S HEART IF YOU COULD DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT IT WOULD BE AWESOME. THANK YOU.” “ WORDS: 1,755 WARNINGS: DARK AF, EMOTIONAL/MENTAL ABUSE

MASTERPOST || PERSEPHONE || PART 8 || Part 10 || Fanfic masterpost

Your door was open again. You were wringing your hands, biting your lip, contemplating about leaving it again. It was only just ajar but the last time you’d found the door open, Lucifer had done that awful thing with that fake Sam.

Inching closer, you were debating back and forth. You peeked out of the crack in the door. The hallway was empty. Just like it had been last time. No, you better stay in here.

Just as you were going to back away from the door and close it, a face appeared in the crack and you screeched, jumping back. The door flew open and one of the demons that usually kept an eye on you stood in the doorway looking… gleeful?

She wagged her finger at you. “Trying to escape again?”

“N-no. I was going to close –”

“Don’t lie.” She smiled then. “Lucifer isn’t going to be happy. And to think, he’s been treating you so well lately. And you still aren’t appreciative.” You opened your mouth but she pressed on. “I’ll enjoy knowing that for once you aren’t being pampered.” Now she sounded resentful.

Two other demons showed up behind her in the doorway and despite feeling scared, you were angry too. Your fists clenched and her eyes trailed down to your hands before she smirked. “Thinking about getting violent, are you? Good.”

Good?

You didn’t have time to process it before she turned around, stabbing one of the demons behind her, its body alighting before it collapsed to the ground. The other demon was holding its weapon, ready for her to attack him.

She shot him a look and said, “More believable this way if there’s one of us dead.” Her eyes were on you again. “Means she tried really hard to escape. Better think of an excuse fast. I gave him a call.”

You gaped like a fish, going rigid. What would you be able to say? It was their word against yours.

Cutting your time, Lucifer appeared in the room, not five feet from you, his wings flashing briefly on the wall as the lights flickered at his sudden celestial disturbance in energy. His eyes quickly took in the scene around him and you swallowed sharply.

He was on you, peering down his nose at you threateningly. “What. Did. You. Do?”

Stammering, you said, “N-nothing. I swear.”

Lucifer waved his hand around and snapped, “This is nothing? “Damnit! Everything was just starting to get better and then you do this!” He sounded so disappointed and your heart sank. It wasn’t a good sign. He rubbed his mouth angrily. You were too focused on him to notice the female demon smirking smug to herself in the corner.

You choked out, “I told you. I didn’t do it!”

Lucifer continued his voice tight, “Y/N, what were you hoping to accomplish?”

“I didn’t!” you tried to protest, tears stinging your eyes.

Lucifer saw the tears and he stiffened. You choked on them, trying to bring yourself back down from your anxiety. Deep down, you felt the shift in his features was reassuring.

He looked pensive, his eyes avoiding you.

Your voice was meek, “Lucifer, I promise…”

Suddenly, his rage turned towards the demons in the room. “Tell me the truth.” They stared at him stunned and his face twitched in annoyance and he dipped his head, snarling, “Tell. Me. The. Truth.”

One of the demons stammered, “I don’t know, my lord, the door was open slightly, she was inside. She was peeking out…”

Lucifer sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes annoyed. Throwing his hand out, he asked his tone exasperated, “Did she try to leave?”

Shifting uncomfortably, the female demon answered, “Yes.”

Suddenly angry, you exclaimed, “Liar! I did not!”

There was something in Lucifer’s face, looking at you before his eyes snapped back to the demon. “If you’re just going to lie to me, I should just do away with you.” He raised his hand to snap his fingers and the female demon held out her hands.

“My lord, please no! I’m sorry. She had just come to the door and peeked out. I don’t know what she was going to do next, I swear!”

Throwing his hands out mockingly, Lucifer demanded, “So then why did you call me here?”

“The door was open?”

“And!?”

“The… door was open. And she was there. And then she killed the demon.”

“YOU killed the demon! I didn’t lay a hand on it!”

Her look was murderous. This was not how she was expecting this situation to go down.

Lucifer had been advancing on these demons threateningly, his gaze boring into them. They had shrunk back the closer he got to them. “So, let me piece this together. You called me because you opened the door. Since there is no way Y/N could have opened it from the inside. And you wanted her to go out and tattle tale like a bunch of five year olds. And then killed your lowlife, good for nothing friend. And your plan was to pass it off on Y/N so I would… what?” He inhaled deeply before exhaling sharply. He straightened out his collar and coat and asked, “What would that accomplish for you?” The demons said nothing and Lucifer clenched his fist, the demons immediately choking, grasping at their throats. Clawing even. “You wished to harm her, didn’t you?” the demons tried to choke out a response but it only solicited a tighter fist clenching from Lucifer, further cutting off their air supply – or whatever they needed to exist.

He grew tired of watching them writhe before he clenched his fists one more time, their bodies flashing.

Lucifer stared at their bodies for a few moments before stating, “Didn’t want to ruin another one of your gowns with blood splattering.”

You huffed, glaring down at the female demon’s body. Rushing forward past him, you kicked the demon’s body angrily wanting to get some frustration out. It didn’t help much but it did a little. Lucifer, however, was not impressed.

“Do that again and I’ll spank you!” Lucifer snapped at you and you huffed again before turning around and storming off towards the bedroom. Shaking his head, Lucifer muttered, “Petulant child.”

Moving after you, he caught your arm and turned you around. There were tears now, your anger and apprehension you felt earlier getting the better of you finally.

Tsking, Lucifer reached up, wiping them away. “I knew you weren’t lying. I could feel it.” The way he said that made you think it was different than him saying it simply. There was something deeper. A calm washed over you at his touch. He looked over your face before murmuring, “You incite a lot of jealousy I suppose. Demons are pricks.” You said nothing to this and he gave you a quick kiss on the forehead. “I’ll clean up your living room and you get some rest.”

Lucifer moved away from you and left you in the bedroom. You watched after him curiously.

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A couple of days after the incident with the demons, you were lying in bed after Lucifer had left. Someone was shaking you awake.

“Y/N!” they hissed, sounding rushed. Again, another shake, “Y/N!”

Your eyes fluttered open and you blinked, trying to push the sleep from your eyes.

Dean was staring at you and you cowered back away from, completely wide awake now. “Not doing this shit again. This is the second time we’ve been down here and I’m not leaving empty handed this time.”

He grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him. You whimpered because again, he felt so real. For some reason, you let him pull you to the edge of the bed and he threw the covers off of you. Immediately, he looked uncomfortable. “Christ,” he muttered. You remembered you were wearing a blue babydoll. Dean snatched a blanket from the end of the bed and wrapped it around you before forcing you to stand up.

Sam was standing at the doorway with… Crowley? You stared openly in shock at him.

“Still playing dress up, I see,” Crowley commented.

“Put some clothes on her at least. She can’t go through Purgatory like that, Dean!” Sam protested a second after Crowley.

Dean sighed annoyed and snapped, “We don’t have time –”

“You need to make time. I agree with Moose.”

“Aren’t you the one who said in and out because your neck is on the line?” Dean retorted.

Crowley glared, “And yours isn’t? Especially if Lucifer catches us?”

Sam looked annoyed now, “Just… stop arguing. Y/N, get something else to wear. It doesn’t matter if it’s a dress.”

You were still in shock. Why was he doing this? Was it because he didn’t actually trust you and didn’t mean that he knew you weren’t lying?

“No,” you said defiantly.

“Not this shit again,” Dean growled, rubbing his mouth as Sam said, “Y/N, you’re coming with us.”

“No!” you pleaded, putting your hands up to your ears. They were fake, they weren’t real. You couldn’t succumb to them.

The hit on your head sure felt real though.

Sam and Dean both stared down at your unconscious body before Dean looked up murderous at Crowley. “Don’t look so upset, squirrel. She wasn’t going to agree. Lucifer’s got too strong of a hold on her. I’ll carry her if that makes you feel better. You’ll just need to have my back when we are going through Purgatory.”

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Lucifer walked into Y/N’s room, sighing loudly. He was at his wit’s end and had exerted some frustration smiting a demon who had brought him bad information on a Hand of God, getting his excitement up, only to squander it on something false. He called out for her when he didn’t see her in the living room.

“Y/N?” Lucifer called out, walking into the room further when she didn’t answer him.

Nothing still. He peered into the kitchen, his heart beginning to hammer. Something wasn’t right. He couldn’t feel her. He had felt a strange sensation earlier in the day but had brushed it off. It had been a snap deep down, as if something had broke through.

Entering the bedroom, he found that empty as well.

“Y/N?” he called out much more hoarsely, considering he was at the end of his rope of places to find her. He had to accept she was gone.

And instantly, he felt rage. The little brat had been trying to escape a couple days ago.

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