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Lucifer gripped his cane tightly, his knuckles turned white from the amount of pressure he was clutching it at. The angel smiled, but it was small and unsure, and very vulnerable.
He was trying not to let the doubt seep in.
Because Charlie would walk out, right? She’d walk out and up to Lucifer, and they’d talk, and Lucifer would be able to earn his daughter’s trust. Again.
Right?
Lucifer’s eyes scanned the shadows clinging to the edges of the room. This place didn’t exactly scream “Charlie”, but then again, how would Lucifer know? He hadn’t been the most active parent. He also hadn’t been the most observant either. Surely this was just another phase?
Maybe. Although the last one hadn’t been since…
Since he and Lilith…
There was a creak.
Lucifer’s ears pricked. He turned his head.
“Char—“
And then, wires.
Wires, from the ground and the ceiling. From between the floorboards and from between the metal pillars holding the roof up. They shot out, and they shot out towards Lucifer.
Lucifer grunted as his limbs were enveloped in masses of wires, his arms and legs pulled out and away from his body. His cane was knocked out of his hand and onto the floor.
Lucifer tried not to look shocked. And he definitely tried not to look scared.
This wasn’t Charlie. It couldn’t be.
She wouldn’t do this to him. Right?
Sharp footsteps echoed throughout the empty room, the sound only getting louder as a tall figure stepped out of the shadows.
Lucifer tried not to sigh in relief when he wasn’t met face to face with his daughter.
After all, it’s not like he had any doubt in the first place.
Lucifer studied the sinner standing in front of him. It was the one from earlier, with the TV for a head. The one who had got him in trouble with Charlie in the first place.
Lucifer scowled, hissing at Vox like an unhappy cat.
“Well, wasn’t that easy.” The TV sinner smirked, showcasing a row of sharp teeth. He looked Lucifer up and down, his grin widening. “It’s quite pathetic, really.”
Lucifer rolled his eyes. The insult didn’t affect him at all.
“You’re not the first to say that.”
Lucifer at his binds subtly, testing the limits. It was sturdy. Very sturdy. There was no way Lucifer was slipping out. Especially since these wires seemed to count as part of the sinner… Lucifer wouldn’t be able to just blast them away.
And from the looks of the sinner’s smug face, he knew it too.
This was… pretty bad. Lucifer’s secret was not only out, but it was now actively being used against him.
He couldn’t teleport. Couldn’t shape-shift. He couldn’t even let out puffs of fire from his mouth.
All of it fell under “the use of his powers against sinners”. As long as Vox was touching him, skin or wire, Lucifer couldn’t do anything.
It was totally unfair, but. When were things ever fair for him? He always seemed to be fighting the odds.
Suddenly, a screech of static pierced the room.
It was loud and ear-piercing, but most importantly, it was familiar. A sound that Lucifer had been victim to more than once. A sound that Lucifer had grown used to.
Not voluntarily, of course. But he learned to tolerate it for his daughter’s sake.
Lucifer groaned in annoyance. He caught a glimpse of red. A glimpse of deer ears and then a glimpse of yellow teeth. It couldn’t be any more obvious who the sinner in front of him was now.
Alastor.
And would you look at that? He was tied up just like Lucifer!
“Well then it must be true, your majesty.”
“Red guy?” Lucifer grunted. “Don’t tell me this is some kind of reunion.”
“Reunion?” Alastor repeated, an owlish look in his eyes as he tilted his head. The act was immediately broken by a fit of laughter. “I would consider this more of a wake-up call. While it is entertaining to watch you bumble about like a fool, I could not help but feel pity at your stupidity.”
Lucifer scowled at Alastor from over Vox’s shoulder. “And what about you, huh? From the looks of it, we’re in the same boat!!”
Alastor scoffed dramatically, “I allowed myself to get caught, dear. Unlike the likes of you, who—“
“Will you two shut up?!” Vox interrupted, his wires tightening their grip. Electrical shocks were sent down the wire as he bristled.
The TV sinner’s expression was now twisted in annoyance, the large grin from earlier washed away. His eye twitched as he looked between the two in his care, before settling on Lucifer.
Vox’s eyes narrowed.
“I don’t believe you truly know how much trouble you’re in.” Vox said lowly. “You must have a lot of pride to still be able to joke around. And joke around with Alastor in front of me, no less.”
Lucifer raised an eyebrow.
“I own you now.” Vox hissed. “And unlike Alastor, you have no respect from me.“
Lucifer scoffed, but it was a shaky little thing. “You respect that guy?”
Vox’s eye twitched again. “Once I’m done with you, there won’t be a single ounce of pride in you left.”
A cackle sounded from behind Vox.
“An attempt to take away the Sin of Pride’s pride? And exactly how well did that work last time?”
Lucifer admired Alastor’s efforts, but last time actually did, in fact, go pretty well for Vox.
He should know that. Everyone knew that. Everyone had seen it, after all.
But it was a bluff. It was a bait.
And, as always, Vox fell for Alastor’s bait.
Using his wires, Vox pulled both of his prisoners towards him. A metal platform rose from the floor, and Lucifer found himself slammed on top of it, a grunt escaping past his lips. Meanwhile, Alastor’s chair was pushed to sit near his head. The sinner spared the angel a quick glance.
“Oh, Alastor.” Vox cooed, a little too sweetly. He stood at the opposite end of the table, at Lucifer’s feet. “I didn’t know you wanted me to take away Lucifer’s pride so bad. You could’ve just asked. I would’ve done it sooner.”
Wires started to tug at Lucifer’s clothing, pulling off his hat, tearing his jacket, and shredding his pants. Lucifer spluttered, jerking as a golden blush took over his face.
His body was suddenly exposed to the cool air of the room.
“WHAT THE—“
Lucifer would’ve never expected this as his afternoon plan. When he woke up this morning, he had expected to spend his day in bed.
Not this. No, definitely not this.
Vox had never presented himself as one of lust to Lucifer. The TV demon had always stood out as one of his. One of Pride’s.
But then again…
Lucifer looked up at Vox. And then he looked up at Alastor, who the TV Overlord was still staring at. He couldn’t seem to pull his eyes away.
And didn’t that just make Lucifer unlucky? Unlucky enough to be dragged in between the two. Unlucky enough to be used as some sort of leverage against the other.
Lucifer twitched as the wires around his body started to explore. They extended out from his limbs, caressing his neck, chest, and thighs. And Lucifer, being the sensitive being he was, couldn’t help but let out a whine.
Alastor’s breath stilled from where he was sitting.
It was subtle. Very subtle.
But not subtle enough.
“I knew it.” Vox growled.
Two pairs of eyes snapped towards the TV Overlord as his claws dug into the metal right beside Lucifer’s foot. The man was quite literally snarling at this point, small sparks of electricity bouncing off of his tense form. “You like him.”
Lucifer tilted his head upwards, just enough that he could see Alastor’s ears twitch from his position. But they did not fall down. Not yet.
“Don’t make me laugh.” Alastor said simply.
“I wasn’t planning on it.” Vox replied.
He crawled up onto the table, slotting himself between Lucifer’s legs and over his chest. His hands slid up to grip the sides of the Lucifer’shead, his fingers tangling up in the angel’s blonde locks.
Vox pressed their mouths together.
The angel below jerked as the sinner’s tongue was forced into his mouth, his instincts immediately having him bite down. To Lucifer’s dismay, but not to his surprise, he was only met with an invisible barrier.
Vox’s efforts only seemed to increase after that. His tongue traced the insides of Lucifer’s mouth, tasting his sweet flavor and relishing in it. He even had the nerve to lick Lucifer’s teeth, as if mocking the fact that despite how sharp they were, they were useless to Lucifer.
When Vox finally pulled away, Lucifer was left panting. A thin string of saliva connected their mouths. It snapped as Lucifer turned his head to the side.
“I’ll make you regret this…” Lucifer swore. “One way or another.”
He was promptly ignored.
Vox’s hands trailed downwards, untangling themselves from Lucifer’s hair with a harsh tug. His claws gripped Lucifer’s thighs, and he rubbed circles into the angel’s now-bare skin with his thumbs. Small shocks followed Vox’s every movement.
Lucifer made an attempt to pull away. The wires tightened even more.
Now that was definitely going to bruise.
After a few more moments of… caressing, Vox’s hands trailed to Lucifer’s crotch. Like a child opening a present on Christmas, he pulled Lucifer’s boxers down.
To his surprise, and even Alastor’s, he was met with the unexpected.
Lucifer’s face seemed to enflame even brighter, trembling in a mixture of anger, embarrassment, and fear as his most hidden parts were exposed to the cold air. He tried to shape-shift. He tried to change into anything less vulnerable than this. But he couldn’t.
And in that moment, Lucifer didn’t know who to be more angry at. Vox, with his wires and wandering hands, or Sera, with her endless rules and restrictions.
Or maybe even himself. Himself, Lucifer, who had walked into this building voluntarily.
“You sure are falling short of all expectations, Lucy.” Vox snickered. He prodded at Lucifer’s cunt with his wires, tracing it with no amount of gentleness.
Lucifer gritted his teeth.
Vox scoffed as he played with the angel’s pussy.. “What is it so you find so interesting in him, Alastor?”
Alastor didn’t reply.
Lucifer was too focused on his own body to pay attention to the man sitting at his head, but he could almost feel the discontent radiating from Alastor. Or was it anger?
Two wires plunged into Lucifer’s hole.
The angel let out a choked gasp. A screech of static followed.
Not only were the wires long, but they were also warm. Thrumming with electricity, the wires twitched and jerked inside of the angel, almost as if they couldn’t stay still.
They would brush against Lucifer’s pleasure spot, but only for an instance, and it was driving him insane. He couldn’t help but grow wet at the teasing touches, his back arched and his nails digging into his palm.
“Hah! S-shit!” Lucifer moaned.
Alastor watched Lucifer’s face with a strained expression.
Vox watched Alastor’s face with a grin.
“Is it the way he gets angry?” Vox goaded. Another wire was added with a squelch. Lucifer’s eyes watered. “Or is it the way he trembles? The way he cries?”
Alastor’s antlers were growing at an alarming rate. His eyes were constantly flickering to radio dials, while his shadow paced on the floor in distress.
“Vox…” Alastor warned. His ears were pressed down onto his head.
Meanwhile, the wires inside Lucifer’s cunt slipped out, leaving his hole red, gaping, and ready. The angel weakly tugged at his binds as he peered upwards with wet eyes, tense at what was to come.
It was as if he could taste the tension in the room. The anger from Vox. The discontent from Alastor. The fear from him.
One of Vox’s hands slid up to cup Lucifer’s throat. His hand didn’t quite close over Lucifer’s neck, and refrained just enough from completely choking him. Instead, it just sat there, a heavy weight reminding Lucifer of his place. Vox’s other hand settled on Lucifer’s hip.
“Oh, I know!” Vox crowed. “It must be the way he screams.”
A few wires retracted from Lucifer’s body to slither back to their owner, unbuttoning Vox’s pants and pulling out his cock. Like the rest of his body, his cock was dark blue, but it’s tip was highlighted with a neon turquoise.
It was clear Vox was already hard. His cock was constantly twitching, erect and excited as his wires lined it up with Lucifer’s pussy. The size difference was almost sickening.
“Are you scared, Lucy?” Vox murmured into his ear.
Vox’s tip traced the angel’s wet folds, gathering his slick as some sort of mercy lubricant. Lucifer’s legs trembled.
He started to push inside Lucifer’s puffy rim…
“Vox.” Alastor blurted.
His voice was pained. It was increasingly obvious that the cracks in his mask were starting to grow.
“Don’t. Please.“
To Alastor’s credit, Vox did still.
But it wasn’t for long.
A huff. And then, a grin.
“And tell me, Alastor. Why exactly I would give you the mercy you denied to me all those years ago?”
Vox’s claws tightened around Lucifer’s neck, and with a single movement, he plowed himself all the way into Lucifer.
It was all too much, all too soon.
Lucifer screamed.
It was a sharp pain. One that rattled his senses, that made him see stars. One that put his nerves into overdrive, that made him twist and tremble as his body instinctively wanted to move away.
Lucifer was sure that if he could use his powers, half of the warehouse would’ve been blasted away by now. But it wasn’t, and Vox was still here. Still pinning him down. Forcing Lucifer to simply lay there and take it.
“Uh— Uhm, sh-shit…” Lucifer stuttered, the tears finally breaking past his waterline and down his face.
“Fuck!!” Vox crowed. He rolled his hips, moaning. “It wasn’t any of those at all, was it, Alastor? It was this tight, fucking body that you had found interesting all along!! Tell me, how long have you been eyeing him up? How long have you wanted to fuck him? How long have you wanted to do what I’m doing right now?”
“You are lower than scum.” Alastor snarled, his words obscured in static. The man was thrashing in his own binds, looking seconds away from tearing Vox’s own throat from his body. “Trash comparable to the likes of you deserve their own pit of Hell.”
Vox cackled, grinning wide in front of the agitated Overlord in front of him. He was thrusting hard at this point, his movements not only deep, but fast as well.
“Not so nice being the jealous one now, huh?”
Lucifer’s cries were increasing.
He urged his body to relax— urged his body to accept the intrusion. It would hurt less if he did. It’s be less painful if he did.
But then again, when was this for Lucifer?
Multiple bursts of electricity crackled from Vox and down his wires, electrocuting Lucifer in every possible way. His arms. His legs. His chest. Even his insides.
Lucifer shrieked, his teeth clattering and his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He was left gasping, his back arched and his muscles clenching.
Vox groaned as Lucifer tightened around him. “That’s it… don’t loosen on me now, whore.”
“Please… s-stop this…” Lucifer sobbed.
Being fucked had never felt this demanding before. This… degrading. He was quite literally being used as a cock sleeve— as a flesh light— not only for Vox’s pleasure, but for Alastor’s displeasure too.
Lucifer was nothing but an object. A tool.
And that’s what hurt the most.
Something pressed softly against Lucifer’s forehead.
The trembling angel was able to pull himself out of his spirals just enough to make out what was happening.
“Alastor…” Lucifer murmured. He didn’t know whether to be in shock or relief.
The cold-hearted sinner that he thought he knew had leaned forward and pressed their foreheads together. It was an act of comfort. A touch to ground the angel.
Lucifer’s day couldn’t be any more surprising, really.
Vox growled at the intimate act. His wires attempted to pull Alastor away from Lucifer, but the Radio Demon stood steady. If anything, Alastor was barely budged an inch.
Vox’s eye twitched as he started to thrust even faster. Even harder.
He was slamming straight into Lucifer’s pleasure spot at this point, scratching thin lines of blood into Lucifer’s skin. The hand around Lucifer’s throat tightened, and Lucifer’s moans were cut short as they were choked out. He could barely utter a word now.
“You’re a fucking fool, Al.” Vox grunted. “You’ve allowed yourself to fall for the Devil’s temptation. You’ve allowed yourself to fall for the Devil’s tricks.”
He was glaring at the angel below himself with every amount of hate he could muster, reveling in every tremble and gasp. In every tear and choked sob.
“He doesn’t feel the same way for you in any fucking way at all!” Vox cried. “All this stupid angel can think of is his wife. Not you.”
Every thrust pushed Lucifer more into Alastor. So much so that Lucifer could feel every strand of hair that brushed his cheek. Every breath that left Alastor’s mouth.
And it seemed to be quickening.
Another thrust.
Another shock of electricity.
Lucifer blacked out.
He didn’t know when, or even how. He didn’t know how much time had passed either.
But when he did come back, Vox was still going at it. Vox was still using his body for all it’s worth.
And wasn’t that a scary thought? That Lucifer didn’t truly need to be there to be used? That even when he was pushed to his limits, they would keep on going?
And then that’s when Lucifer felt it.
Vox’s seed.
Splattered against his stomach. Against his legs. His thighs. His cunt.
Vox’s seed was inside Lucifer’s cunt.
And it wasn’t warm. It was dry.
It must’ve already been quite some time since it had been released inside of the angel.
“N-no…” Lucifer croaked. “No, no, nononono—“
Lucifer looked up at Vox with teary eyes. Did he know? He had to know.
Had to know what he had just done.
“Ah. You’re finally awake.” Vox said. The sinner slide inside of Lucifer once again. He didn’t seem to care about the angel’s now-sloppy hole, various liquids spilling out around his cock as he moved. “It was about time. Alastor over here was throwing a fit.”
“Hah— ah, w-why did.. a-ah, uhm, uh…” Lucifer trailed off into a series of unintelligible sounds. “A-Alastor…?“
Something wet dropped onto Lucifer’s forehead.
“I’m sorry.”
Lucifer’s eyes snapped upwards.
His vision was blurry and his mind still felt far far away, but he was sure Alastor’s expression would be ingrained into his very soul.
Alastor… he was… crying.
For him.
“I’m so so sorry.” Alastor whispered.
His stare was raw with emotion. Intense too, in a way only Alastor could be.
Lucifer felt his heart tug for the sinner. Because despite everything, they were in the same boat here.
This wasn’t Alastor’s fault. Lucifer wanted to tell him that.
But before he knew it, his mind was lost back into the pleasure. Back into Vox’s hand, back under his control.
“I’ll make him pay,” Alastor murmured, Lucifer’s cries lacing his every word. “When I get out, I’ll make him pay.
I promise you that, Lucifer.”