Lev thought angry thoughts at him as he ran off and let his eyes turn to the others in the room. “I am Leviathan..Prince of Hell. Open this door.”

The Father struggled to try and throw him off. “You are the one that needs one. This is a different world. You are owned.”

The angels scoffed and turned away immediately, a few more timid demons doing the same. The other demons stared for a moment, hurrying back to their work as one, a young lad, stepped over and stared scrubbing the floor near the pen. “I’m afraid it isn’t that simple, m'lord,” he murmured. “Guards patrol through here constantly, and the punishment for opening the Birdcage is not a risk most will take.”

Lucifer snorted, pulling the father away from the wall only to slam him back again. “I am never owned. You may have paid for an archangel, but you will never have that honor. Never.”

“Then you can inform them that when Lucifer and I do manage to be free, those cowards that hid behind their dusting rags will not be among the ones we liberate!” He said it loud enough that any angels and demons nearby were bound to hear every word.

“Oh but…I already do…see where are you going to go? You think even if you kill me that collar will pop free? No…if you do that it never will.” 

Some of the demons lifted their heads when they heard that, but hurriedly went back to scrubbing when a guard strolled through. The young demon working near Lev ducked his head down, then glanced up once more when the coast was clear. “I’m… I’m sorry, my lord,” he murmured, starting to shift away.

Lucifer had a tight grip, but he frowned, faltering just briefly before his expression steeled again. “Take it off,” he growled.

“Now.” Lev hissed at him. “Are you really going to leave me in this thing?” Lev knew that the loyalty between demons was fleeting, but he hadn’t imagined it was that fleeting.

There was a sound of something rushing before a guard slammed into Lucifer, taking him away from the Father. They shocked him with a taser to get him weaker before restrapping him into the chair. 

The demon hesitated, the command almost bringing him back. He shook his head nervously though, shying away to the other side of the room.

When the guard hit Lucifer, it was like a freight train. His nails left scratches in the Father’s neck, but he hit the ground hard. He had only just started to get up when, a painful shock stunned him. He trembled on the floor, too taken off guard to fight as he was resecured.

Lev growled and resigned himself to having to wait out his time in the cage. Maybe Lucifer was correct. If he was obedient, rather then fighting, he could probably sway the Son into doing most of anything he desired. Lev was known for his quick mind and quick tongue.

The strapped him in tighter this time, aggravating his arm for sure. It was most likely still sore from being popped from its place in Luce’s escape attempt. The Father looked over at him and smirked. He touched the red marks left behind by Luce’s nails. “Well, well. you are a bit more of a fighter then I thought.”

The skittish demon had moved to the other side of the yard, but he still eyed Lev now and then. The humans kept a tight leash, but the being they had caged was his Prince. Could he really turn away?

Lucifer winced some as he was strapped in again, this time even tighter. His whole body ached, but he took some satisfaction at the scratches on the father’s neck. He smirked some. “If you thought the Devil himself would submit so easily, then you mudmonkeys are even dumber than you look.”

Lev didn’t look at the demon another time, he had to concentrate on the Son. Besides, the demons had already proved they were broken.

“These mudmonkey’s beat you twice now.” He informed him. “So perhaps you need to re-evaluate.”

“Well I can’t never mind it, I am curious. Just like how curious you were about me in my room.” She said softly and touched his hand, “my mom said you can tell a person by their hands and on the lines in your hands.

“…Its a private issue. This is not some book I am reading or the color of my drapes. This is my physical body.”

She nodded and then moved her warm hands away and then looked at him. “I see. I am sorry for protesting.” She understood now, it was like the scars that stood out in such a yucky way. “What is the color of your room and what are you reading?”

“I am reading another book on Paris, and my room is forest green and black.”

She smiled and then began to laugh. She was laughing so much, she slowly calmed down and moved the wetness from her eyes. She looked at him gently, “thank you, Lev.” She said and then leant over to put a small kiss upon his forehead, “go whenever you like Lev, I am gonna take a shower.” She said getting up.

Lev watched her, eyes widening some at the kiss. He went to go sit down on the couch. “..Alright, I will wait here.”

“If you want.” She said to him as she walked up the stairs and went to take a shower. She felt much cleaner now. She got into a nice outfit making sure her scars were covered and came back down the stairs.

Lev was exploring the home, looking over different parts of it. He was exploring the different rooms.

She found him about to enter her art room. She quickly went over and quickly shut the door. She went in front, “access denied.

“Why? What is in there that you don’t want me to see?” He asked.

“What is behind this door is the same thing you felt when I asked for your gloves to be taken off.” She said softly leaning against the door, “it’s a big no no.”

Lev rose a brow. “But you still want to see what’s under my gloves, same as I still want to see inside there.”

“Well I guess none of us are going to get there way.” She said with a small huff, he wasn’t going to win this argument.

Lev frowned and looked away. “I could show you what’s under my gloves..”

“Just to get in here?” She groaned, she covered his eyes then entered a code for the door. It opened and she removed her hand but now it was in his. She soon pulled him into her room full of different art works. Some in water color, some in charcoal, and the rest in normal paint. “Welcome to my art studio.” She said with a small sigh.

Lev looked around the art studio, eyes looking it over. It was all kind of sad. “…Did..you make these?”

“Yeah… I did… I do things when I am not hunting you know.” She said blushing a light red.

“I figured you did things. But I wasn’t aware it was this?”

Lev finished cleaning and dressing her wounds. ‘There…better?”

“Yeah I guess… thanks…” she said muttering the last part. She crossed her arms and looked away after he was done.

He watched her as she looked away. “What is wrong now?”

Her cheeks slowly turned red and so did her ears. “N-Nothing… it’s just been a long time since someone tended to my wounds.”

“…I see. Maybe that is because you complain, kick and scream the whole way.”

She stuck the middle finger to him, “not always. I just don’t like people touching me. Is that so bad. I never did that with my mom.” She said and looked at him, “but thanks for helping me even with all the kicking and screaming.”

“Yes, everyone is the same as your mother.” He rolled his eyes at her. “People touching you is part of existing. Better to just accept it may happen.”

“Well sorry I am not use to kind touches.” She replied and then rolled on her side looking up at him. “Do you like hands come down and holding you in order to touch you?” Shadows of nightmares were in her eyes as she said this.

“Don’t be a moron. People trying to help clean your wounds are not the same.” He said. “I am a demon, I have had plenty of torment. You remember?”

Sinking Salem

Lev settled back in the chair. “Its alright my Prince.” He said with a smile at him. “I made you the bed.” He nodded at the idea of the ram. “Yes, I agree. And it would be less exhausting.”

Lucifer smiled, enjoying the title, as always. “Thank you then, Lev.” He nodded his head, waving a finger to make tiny scorch marks on the ceiling; cats, ravens, snakes, etc. “Much less exhausting. A serpent is hard to detect, but oh it’s so tiring after a while.”

Lev nodded and watched the scorch marks. He knew that Lucifer liked it when he called him things like King and Prince. He smiled. “Are you interested in a drink?” 

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Sinking Salem

Lev settled back in the chair. “Its alright my Prince.” He said with a smile at him. “I made you the bed.” He nodded at the idea of the ram. “Yes, I agree. And it would be less exhausting.”

Lev finished cleaning and dressing her wounds. ‘There…better?”

“Yeah I guess… thanks…” she said muttering the last part. She crossed her arms and looked away after he was done.

He watched her as she looked away. “What is wrong now?”

Her cheeks slowly turned red and so did her ears. “N-Nothing… it’s just been a long time since someone tended to my wounds.”

“…I see. Maybe that is because you complain, kick and scream the whole way.”

She stuck the middle finger to him, “not always. I just don’t like people touching me. Is that so bad. I never did that with my mom.” She said and looked at him, “but thanks for helping me even with all the kicking and screaming.”

“Yes, everyone is the same as your mother.” He rolled his eyes at her. “People touching you is part of existing. Better to just accept it may happen.”

“Well I can’t never mind it, I am curious. Just like how curious you were about me in my room.” She said softly and touched his hand, “my mom said you can tell a person by their hands and on the lines in your hands.

“…Its a private issue. This is not some book I am reading or the color of my drapes. This is my physical body.”

She nodded and then moved her warm hands away and then looked at him. “I see. I am sorry for protesting.” She understood now, it was like the scars that stood out in such a yucky way. “What is the color of your room and what are you reading?”

“I am reading another book on Paris, and my room is forest green and black.”

She smiled and then began to laugh. She was laughing so much, she slowly calmed down and moved the wetness from her eyes. She looked at him gently, “thank you, Lev.” She said and then leant over to put a small kiss upon his forehead, “go whenever you like Lev, I am gonna take a shower.” She said getting up.

Lev watched her, eyes widening some at the kiss. He went to go sit down on the couch. “..Alright, I will wait here.”

“If you want.” She said to him as she walked up the stairs and went to take a shower. She felt much cleaner now. She got into a nice outfit making sure her scars were covered and came back down the stairs.

Lev was exploring the home, looking over different parts of it. He was exploring the different rooms.

She found him about to enter her art room. She quickly went over and quickly shut the door. She went in front, “access denied.

“Why? What is in there that you don’t want me to see?” He asked.

“What is behind this door is the same thing you felt when I asked for your gloves to be taken off.” She said softly leaning against the door, “it’s a big no no.”

Lev rose a brow. “But you still want to see what’s under my gloves, same as I still want to see inside there.”

“Well I guess none of us are going to get there way.” She said with a small huff, he wasn’t going to win this argument.

Lev frowned and looked away. “I could show you what’s under my gloves..”

“Just to get in here?” She groaned, she covered his eyes then entered a code for the door. It opened and she removed her hand but now it was in his. She soon pulled him into her room full of different art works. Some in water color, some in charcoal, and the rest in normal paint. “Welcome to my art studio.” She said with a small sigh.

Lev looked around the art studio, eyes looking it over. It was all kind of sad. “...Did..you make these?”

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“Hey, if it isn’t… Devil… Dog… Wait, what the fuck where you again?”

“Neither.” He said with an eyebrow raising but a smile softening what could easily have been disdain. “Lev, and how are you Sylar?”