A Deal With The Devil

Chapter #4: Pain

*Creak*

I open the door to my bedroom after wandering the halls of the hotel for the past 10 minutes. Why would anyone switch the rooms around when rebuilding it?! I walked into Lucifer's room, and Angel's. Both were equally traumatizing. How does Lucifer even live with that many rubber ducks in his room? It should be impossible. What an idiot...truly. Time to focus on the task at hand.

I shuffle over to my bed, a large thing with dark silky red sheets and a large black wooden frame. I turn and sit down, sinking deep into the soft fabric. Oh, how badly I just want to go to sleep and forget about all of this...alas, I cannot. I'm about to bleed through and pass out, so I need to take care of this problem.

I sit up straight, or as straight as I can without pulling a staple out, and slowly unbutton my dark red coat. Under I have a red button-up shirt, with a simple pattern of black stripes. I quickly unbutton it, and as I do, I can see that blood has already gone through the thin fabric. Luckily, my coat is decently thick, so the blood hadn't gone through that yet. As toss the two garments to the side, and assess the damage. The wound is oozing deep red blood out of the sides, and I can see a bit of bone here and there. It is about 3 inches deep, from the bottom right of my stomach to the top of my left boob. The bright red flesh around it was pulsating, it looked somewhat angry. Just looking at it makes me sick. To think someone as powerful as me could be taken down by a simple slash. From someone as simple as Adam! You're a WEAK PIECE OF SHIT.

"Ah!"

I let out a cry as one of the staples pulls at my skin. I just need to take care of this... I place one hand gently on the first staple, and yank it out as hard as I can

"AGRH!!" I try to stifle a scream, but I can't because the pain is too much at this point.

Okay, only two more staples to go. I reach over and grab one of the dry, not blood-coated pillows and shove it on my face. One...two...three, pull!

"Ah!" My scream is stifled by the pillow this time.

One more...and, pull!

"Agh!" This last one was a bitch. But now, all I need to do is patch myself up and hope it'll heal.

Now, I don't have a lot of experience with angelic weapons, but from what I've seen they are deadly, the only thing that can really truly kill you down here. That's what I've seen from past exterminations. I, myself, have never been harmed. Ever. This one is new. And absolutely NOBODY can know about this. I'll just have to hope that no one heard my shout from earlier...at least until I'm patched up. And even after that, I'll have a lot of cleaning to do. The hard wood floor of my room is coated in blood, and handprints of mine are all over the walls. There is no way Niffty is going to be able to get this out. And even if she could, there was no way I could let her clean it without learning about my injury. I really hope that I didn't have blood stains in the hallway...

I reach into the air and conjure up another stapler, this one a bit stronger than the last. I pull the strap of my bra away and place the cold metal on my shoulder. One...two...

"Knock, knock! Can I come in?" Lucifer's cheery voice rings loud and clear from the other side of the door.

Shit. Ugh why?! This is the worst thing that could have happened! Lucifer?! Out of all people?! Ugh, what do I do?

"Sorry Lucifer, I'm busy at the moment. Come back in the morning." I shout back, trying to keep my voice even and painless.

"Alastor open up. I... I know what happened."

What did he just say? Oh, god, I'm really screwed this time. I reach over and grab my shit and coat, throwing both on quickly, over my pitch black bra, which is now dripping in blood. Hopefully it doesn't bleed through. I head over to the door, sliding my hand against the wall, so I don't slip and fall on the hardwood. As I reach the door, I position myself so that Lucifer can not see into my room, and the mess inside. I reach the door and flick my hand quickly, and it opens right up. Just a crack.

"Why hello Lucifer, what could you possibly know that I don't already?" I say as I widen my smile.

"Alastor, give up the act."

"What act? Who's acting?"

"Just let me in for a minute." Lucifer tries to move past me, but I throw my body, with all my might, in front of him. This small motion makes me so weak, I feel like I'm about to pass out. One of my hands fly up and grab the post of the door.

"Woah easy there Bambi, I don't have to come in! Didn't realize you were that tired..." Lucifer backs away from the door. Phew.

"Yes, your majesty, ever so tired, must be off to bed now!" I slowly start to shut the door, but then curiosity gets the better of me.

"Wait...what do you think happened to me?" I say

Lucifer does a double take, and turns to face me, smirking.

"Oh I see, all of a sudden you wanna know?" He smiles and moves towards me

"I always have. Never said I didn't." I widen my smile and move closer towards him.

"Well..." He says as he takes a step closer to the door.

A small, creeping heat travels up my back and to my cheeks as he moves closer towards me. Could he have found out about my deal with... Lilith?! Or the one I made with Charlie?! Or any of the other ones?! Or what about my—

"Bambi, stop overthinking it. I was just going to check on you, I thought I heard something coming from your room. Anyway, I know why you didn't want to play card games with us. You were too scared you'd lose to ME!" Lucifer says, his bright red cheeks glowing at this point.

Oh my gosh. Phew. Oh, wow, okay well that is...amazing. Wow, I never thought that I would say Lucifer being a dick is incredible. Well, there's a first for everything. And it might be my first time passing out if this short annoying devil doesn't get out of here, quickly.

"Oh well, your majesty, I suppose that you are correct, as always. Congrats! Goodnight, I must be headed to bed now!" I say quickly, sarcasm dripping off every word, and slam the door in his face. Literally.

I can hear him yelling faintly behind the door, but it doesn't matter anymore, because right now, I'm losing a lot of blood. I had no idea that anyone could lose this much blood this fast. I stumble back over to my bed, and pick up my stapler. I rip my coat and shirt back off again, and staple all three staples along my wound, one after the other. The pain is a bit better than taking them out, but after all of that, I am exhausted. I fall backwards against my silky sheet, and fall asleep right there, shirtless and stitched up.