#anyways this is a biblical painting i want hung up in a museum

[diavolosthots]

DARK DECEPTION - CHAPTER 6

READ CHAPTER 5 here

Pairing(s): Diavolo x reader

Warnings: mentions of torture

You woke up in an unfamiliar bed that morning. It was cold and you felt empty yet again. Diavolo must've cleaned you up at some point because there was not a trace of what happened the night before and you were dressed in a black nightgown now. You didn't dare move around, not even to check your surroundings or if that literal demon was still around. You just laid there, frozen in place, listening to the nothingness, and only after what felt like hours, when you were sure he was gone, did you dare move. 

You moved your arms first, feeling along the satin sheets with shaky hands, looking around the still dark room as you did. The Devildom was truly a dark place, both figuratively and literally. Next, you tried to move your feet and kicked out far enough to double check that no one was beside you. A sigh of relief left your lips when you realized you were truly alone and that's when the tears started to fall once more. 

You covered your mouth, quiet sobs making their way to the surface as you recalled the events from last night. The pain between your legs finally made itself aware and you shut your legs tightly. How could someone do this? You didn't even have a chance. Not with those… supernatural powers. It wasn't fair. It was so unfair. You prayed to Simeon, to God so many times, and neither saved you. What's the point of having an angel when they don't even do their job!? 

The anger wasn't directed at them. You knew it wasn't Simeon's fault. Even if he did come down to try and save you, it would've ended in a fight, and you weren't quite sure the angel would've made it out alive. This wasn't his fight to fight, it was yours; that's what you liked to believe anyway. 

You searched for your D.D.D., though unlucky in your attempts of locating it. That bastard even took away your communication. You wanted to scream, to body slam him to the ground and hurt him just as much as he had hurt you, but you knew it would barely leave a bruise, if even that. 

Slowly, you dared sit up on the bed, your head hung low, trying to figure out what was next. Diavolo had left you here to go on about his merry day, like nothing ever happened, and you? What were you going to do? You needed to get out of here, but how? 

Slowly, your feet hit the cold, hard ground. You noticed the floors were dark Oak and under any other circumstance you might've commented on the looks of it. Your eyes scanned the room once more, noticing things they didn't the night before. 

Paintings of him and what you presumed to be his family, paintings of the biblical stories, and small golden decorations were placed neatly around the room. It almost felt like a museum more than a bedroom; something you come to to relax every night, but hey, at least the colors fit together. Making your way straight to the door, you tried to turn the knob. 

Locked.

Of course. You should've expected it to be locked, really. No way he would leave you alone and not know where you are. You frowned, pulling on it one more time before running across the room and slamming the balcony doors open. 

Honestly the view was gorgeous and the cold wind felt surprisingly pleasant against your skin. You could see all of the Devildom from here. Sadly, you could also see the altitude you were at and there was no way you would've survived the jump. So you just stood there. Staring out into the Devildom sky. Tears started to fall again and you took a shaky breath. Why did this happen to you? How did such a fun experience turn so sour so quickly? 

You pushed yourself off the railing and went back inside, closing the doors back up and turning to the door on your right. A closet, you remembered. Opening the door, you realized how massive the walk in closet was; as big as a full sized bedroom. You could see his clothes on your left and just stopped, staring at them. Most of it was just RAD uniforms, some of it was more fancy, some was casual. You even found a "Los Angeles County Jail" t-shirt and furrowed your eyebrows at it. Why? 

But your eyes ultimately fell on the white suit that was hung neatly at the end of all of it. Your eyes lingered for a moment, recalling the poison of his vows, the firm hand around you during the dance, and… the brutal force of the aftermath. 

You choked, quickly covering your mouth and turning away, only to be met with another side of clothes. This time, you could tell these clothes were meant for you. Beautiful ballroom dresses and casual gowns, but also jeans and t-shirts to represent your human side. Sweats and tang tops, too. And of course, your wedding dress. 

You reached out a hand, gently running over it… "I'm sorry…" you whispered, more so to yourself than anything else, but also to Lucifer, who knew, or at least had an idea, of what happened afterward. It wasn't supposed to be like this, and you apologized for letting it turn out this way. 

Slowly, you continued through the closet, finding shoes and expensive underwear; jewelry too… and then you hit on another door, which you opened to reveal a grand bathroom. It was surprisingly light, compared to the rest of what you've seen. Light grey marble counter tops and bathtub were contrasting the white marble floors and golden accents. 

Gold. 

So much gold. 

Towels were a weird lavender and you could see that there were clothes beside one of the things. Yours? How did he know you'd go in here? It made you question; does he know your every move? 

The thought scared you and a shiver ran down your spine before your eyes fixated on the big shower in the corner. You needed that. To wash away the sins, the dirty, and to just be alone with your thoughts. 

Your gaze turned toward the open door and into the closet and you quickly moved over there to shut and lock it, praying that you'd have at least this little bit of time to yourself. With quick movements, you rid yourself of the night gown and glanced into the mirror. His hand left bruises on your hips and you gently brushed over them, tears brimming in the corner of your eyes. Your eyes moved upward. Your hair was a mess and your eyes were red. Really, you can't blame yourself, and you silently told the image staring back at you that it's okay, that it will be okay, before stepping away and going into the giant shower, turning the water on. 

For a while, you just kind of stood there, listening to the water come rushing out, feeling the warmth of the droplets hit your skin and breathing in the hot steam. It brought comfort to you, and it also hid the tears that were falling again. 

Sadly, your alone time was short lived. Failing to see, or even hear, the Demon enter the bathroom, you shrieked awake and out of your thoughts when you felt arms wrap around your waist, immediately trying to pry them off of you, but they only tightened, "good morning, my Queen." It still sounded as mocking as it did the night before and you continued to struggle against his iron grip, "let me go!!" Your voice sounded helpless, no matter how strong you meant for it to sound and you could hear Diavolo chuckle behind you, his naked form pressing tightly into your back while he leaned down, close to your ear, "I'm never letting you go, (Y/N)." You screamed against him, hearing your voice echo off of the bathroom walls, but no matter how shrill and pitched the sound was, neither of you gave up. 

Eventually, Diavolo did let you go, but only to turn and wash your hair, "you know… this could be a lot easier for you." You scoffed, trying to swat his hands away and out of your hair but he just continued to massage the shampoo into your scalp as if he didn't even feel it, "if you would just be a good little pet, a good wife, I wouldn't have to do all this." You pushed yourself away from him, almost slipping on the tile but he caught you just in time, "Stop fighting me and things will be more… pleasant for you." His eyes were narrowed at you and you knew what he meant but you refused. You refused to be his little doll and submit to such a beast. "Never… I will never submit to you, you monster! Go rot in hell" he laughed at your words once more, grabbing your lower jaw in his hands while pushing you up against the shower wall; he leaned in close to your face, "I'm already ruling hell, dear, you on the other hand… if you weren't so important I would gladly watch you rot in the pits of my kingdom. " You knew he meant it and your eyes grew wide in fear. 

Diavolo placed a soft kiss to your lips before turning the water off and stepping out of the shower, holding a towel open and ready for you, "now come on. We have a lot to do." Your head was lowered as you stepped out of the shower, letting Diavolo wrap you tightly in the towel before he went to dry himself off. 

Images of the fiery pits of this place flashed across your mind. Pictures of endlessly tortured souls; people being burned in fire over and over again, crawling their way out of lava pits only to fall back in, being devoured alive by demons, or serving as slaves to whomever could afford them. It was horrible and it made you wonder that, if you ever served your purpose and Diavolo would not hold any more use for you, would he throw you there too? 

The thought alone was scary and you turned in his arms, eyes wide once more. Diavolo furrowed his brows in confusion for a second; he really hadn't said or done anything this time, but his face turned expressionless just as quickly, "Don't." But you didn't care. You pushed past him, running out the bathroom, through the closet and back to the front door, only to be body slammed against it. 

His whole being was behind you, pressing you into the wood of the door and keeping you there. You could feel the anger radiating off of him as he pushed against your body, making you groan in pain, "s-stop…" 

"I told you not to run, little one. But you don't listen, do you? I warned you. Again and again. Just know that you brought this upon yourself. This is your fault." You didnt know what he meant but you felt him step back and grab your arm roughly, opening the door and dragging you down the hallway, into an even darker part of the castle.