A guy was brought in with his body in shackles. He had committed the most horrible crime that one could ever commit against the king.
On the throne sat an incredibly handsome man whose name many feared to pronounce. He emmited a dark and extremely frightening aura.
From the look of things the thrones occupant was in a foul mood.
No one ever dared look into his eyes and lived to tell the tale.
His name alone ignited fear in many. He was the personification of death.
A person who would never think twice before killing his own blood.
He was well known for his ruthlessness. He had the ability of killing all his enemies with his eyes closed.
The chained guy must have inherited a very terrible luck from his ancestors for he was brought before the king accused of a sin much worse than treason.
The prisoner gnashed his teeth when he found himself looking into a pair of the darkest eyes he had ever seen. The same eyes that everyone dreaded looking at.
Looking at those eyes was akin to an instance death sentence. He lost all hopes of coming out alive.
" What is his crime?" the one on the throne asked in a calm but fatal tone. The ones who had brought the convict felt like fleeing the sight.
" He was..." he said with trembling lips." He was merciful to..." he was interrupted by a growl from the king.
" Did you just say that he showed someone mercy?" the throne's occupant asked with his face burning in anger.
The narrator could not muster enough courage to keep on talking in the presence of a guy with such a frightening aura.
" It's not what you think. I was doing my misdeed when a pregnant woman witnessed it. I know I should have killed her but I only erased her memory for the sake of her unborn child" the shackled guy tried to defend himself.
" Was she carrying your child?" the king asked sarcastically yet in a threatening manner.
" Please spare me. It will never happen again" he pleaded though he knew it was all worthless.
The dark eyes were now glowing red. " Are you asking me to go against my own rules by showing mercy?" he asked.
The shackled guy was now having shaky knees. Adrenaline crept over his blood.
He knew what the devil's wrath meant and how he would end up if he dared defy him.
Lucifer could stand someone who conspired against him but never a weak person.
The poor guy watched as Lucifer's claws elongated and he stepped down from his throne.
He held his chin and stared at him with those scarlet eyes.
" What did you do to the man?" Lucifer asked softly. The convict felt a glimpse of hope from the devil's tone.
" I gave him a silent death" he replied. An evil smirk formed on Lucifer's face.
" How about I show you my generosity as well and give you a painless death?" the devil asked sarcastically.
The convict felt cornered from all sides. If he agreed then Lucifer would not blink before putting an end to him but disagreeing would make his death extremely painful.
" I still want to live" he said desperately. The smirk on Lucifer's face was replaced by his angry face that always signified death.
" Perhaps you have not gotten my question. I give you two choices. One of which I kill you without harming you or I give you a chance to defend yourself on a duel" he said.
Fighting the devil was something that even a lunatic would never imagine doing.
" I choose the first one but I still think you should..." those were the last words he ever uttered.
Lucifer held his chin and melted him into crimson cream.
The shackles were left holding nothing for his body had been reduced into crimson and he was no more.
The devil dismissed the narrator and called for his sidekick. Castiel came in immediately.
" How is my little project doing?" Lucifer asked passively. " No progress yet" Castiel responded.
" Make it quick" said Lucifer. Castiel went silent for a while before speaking again.
" Once the job is done who will take care of him?" he asked. Lucifer looked at him with a knowing smirk.
" Who else can do it if not you?" he asked with a grin.
" So shall I do it my way or your way?" Castiel asked.
" Your way" replied Lucifer. A bright smile formed on Castiel's face. He nodded and left.
Lucifer was disappointed when Leviathan did not attempt to reach him. He had expected him to give up up and come begging him on his knees.
However, the opposite happened. Leviathan seemed not to be experiencing any problems.
Lucifer would have to think of a better way to make Leviathan give up.
Only when he was at his most vulnerable state could Lucifer use him for his purpose.
He pitied all his five sons for having gotten a father like him.
He was the worst father ever and he knew that yet he preferred and liked things to remain that way.
He was the devil and cared for no one at all. All his children had a purpose to fulfill to him after which he would either bring an end to them or let them serve him some more.
Leviathan had tried to act smart and take the devil's place.
Lucifer would have killed him had it not been for the fact that he still needed him.
However he was not ready to keep on petting ( to be specific, keep on pretending to be petting) a brat that could at any moment turn the tables upside down for him.
Only people who could not think on their own suited the devil's purpose.
Lucifer had made sure to fill his children with his ' truth ' but Leviathan managed to find his own ' truth ' too.
Luckily for the devil, time was on his side and it would only be a matter of time before Leviathan was back on the right track again.
After that the world would be his and not even the God would be able to stop him from doing what he wished to do.
Fortunately for him, the world was filled with people who were always willing to make a deal with him.
Since Leviathan was no longer on his side, Lucifer was left with the choice of forcing him into submission.
In the mean time he could perhaps pay a visit to a very old friend who seemed to have forgotten about him.
He would consider paying Leviathan a visit some other day.
For now he would just let him be and enjoy his freedom while it lasted.