Title: one who is touched by the sun
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Carly Simon.
Warnings: non-con slash; possible blasphemy; future!fic
Point of view: third
Notes: thanks to my mother, now I can’t stop thinking about badly written Balrog/Gimli porn. *headdesk*
He is a creature of sunlight, so Lucifer knows this is the perfect Hell. It is a small room, no bed and no chairs, no table and no toilet. There is no window and no door. The walls are cream, all the better to show blood, and there is only light when Lucifer allows it to shine.
Dean Winchester looks beautiful in darkness, but beyond stunning in sunlight. It is one of the reasons Lucifer dared challenge the Creator for the boy’s soul. Creatures that shine are always the most fun to darken.
The boy does not break. Human days pass, turning to months, and he never begs, never whimpers, never even groans. He does not ask for food or water, does not whisper for mercy. Lucifer has taken personal interest in him, something that hasn’t been done since those few moments the Son spent Below.
Demons line up outside the room, salivating at Lucifer’s feet, asking for the honor of hurting the boy; Lucifer denies them all.
Eventually, the brother(BoyheirreplacementKing) will come. A reckoning will be had, and no permanent harm must be done to Dean Winchester, lovely creature that he is.
Almost, watching the boy writhe beneath him, painting the wall with his gorgeous, sweet blood, Lucifer wishes sunlight shone in Hell, in this prison of only his own will. He has seen Dean Winchester in sunlight, when he went Above to claim him, when the weak, frail human stood strong in front of him and did not cower away.
Only Lucifer’s brother has ever stood before him, even as all other angels cringed back from his fury. Dean Winchester is a most impressive human.
I hope you know what you do, Michael had whispered in the back of his mind.
Lucifer had shot a jaunty grin to the sky and taken the boy Below, locked him away, played with him at his leisure.
The BoyKing is coming, that child of moon and sun, the child handpicked by the Creator. Lucifer will not be able to stand in his way, once his full potential is realized.
Here, Below, in this realm Lucifer fashioned, he has been unchallenged for eons, for longer than even he has measure. But the end is coming, hidden behind floppy hair and a frail human body.
Dean Winchester is strong enough to not shatter beneath all of Lucifer’s attention. His brother(BoyKing) is stronger still, with enough power to tear Hell down to the foundations.
I hope you know what you do, Michael had whispered, still able to love his arrogant brother after everything.
I know exactly what I do, Lucifer thinks, unknowing if Michael can hear him through Hell, Earth, and Heaven.
Samuel Winchester is coming for the one thing left in existence he cares for, and his wrath will be great. His wrath will lash, not just at Lucifer and demons, but at the Creator for allowing it to happen.
Samuel Winchester is chosen, son of light and dark, but not just by the Creator.
Lucifer caresses Dean Winchester’s face and the boy does not flinch, just watches him with resigned eyes.
The boy is not broken. The boy will not break, and his brother is on the way.
“Remember,” Lucifer murmurs into his ear, scooping a handful of blood out of his chest cavity, where it pools and overflows. “When he is here, remember why I do this.”
Dean Winchester says nothing in response, but after all his millennia, Lucifer can read human gazes. This human is as dangerous as he ever was Above, merely biding his time.
It will be Samuel who rips down Hell and Heaven, but Dean Winchester will destroy Lucifer, when the time finally comes.
He will be glorious, this creature of sunlight. And Lucifer will die with the knowledge that the last victory is his, when Samuel storms Heaven and it burns.