10 Years Ago

/Please take notice, that in all of the "10 years ago" chapters, I'll be writing in third-person. Look out for that to avoid confusion. /

School nursing rooms aren't exactly the cosiest places of all, and kids know that. All the bright white, the scent of chemicals and cleaning products, and of course, the very reason that you can get in there is just unnerving for most children, and so they hope to avoid it whenever they can.

There were exceptions, of course, or rather only one.

"I like your company, you know, but I'd be really happy if you'd come here less often"  the middle-aged women scolded the entering boy with a soft smile. Despite his obvious distress, and wounded state, the kid forced a cheeky grin on himself, and straightened up obviously fighting some pain that had come with the movement.

"You'd miss me" he replied, his voice small but hearable. He slowly limped to the bed and sat upon it. Having done this so many times, he was already very aware of the routine.

The woman just followed the boy with her gaze, hiding her pity and empathy that the sight awakened withing her, especially because the kid was easy to anger, and she didn't really want to make him upset.

"You should speak to your headmaster about these boys being mean to you" she suggested while walking up to the wounded, and beginning to clean the small cuts and wounds, along with the dust from his bruised arm.

"Harvis? He wouldn't care"

"Mr Flecher, you mean?" she corrected with a smile, which the boy quickly mirrored. He didn't really like his teachers, and usually called them informally, just to annoy them.

"Anyway, you don't have to worry, I've won... There were just too much of them so I got a few scratches too"  the boy lied without a flinch or shame, even though it was painfully obvious, that he didn't and wouldn't win.

He was thin, and underfed, quite short for his age as well. His dark brown hair could only remind one of a lost stray-dog, and no signs of muscles or fighting skills for that matter were to be found in him (which isn't surprising for a ten-year-old).

"I see. Well even if you wouldn't have won, I'd be proud of you for standing it so well, Seth"

Penny never called him out on his obvious lies. She just didn't have the heart, especially after seeing that spark of joy and pride in the small boy's eyes, whenever she complimented him. She could tell, he didn't get much praise at home, but that was something almost the whole school knew... Seth was, unfortunately, only the "other Wilson boy", in most everyone's eyes. The more troubled one, the less smart one. The one that should've just "been more like his brother".

"I could call your parents... tell them what's going on in here"  she suggested, searching for the boy's gaze. Would've probably been quite a beautiful sight, without all the scars, bruises and with a little more food in his system.

Seth's greenish eyes filled with terror in a second and shook his head numerous times, before swallowing his fear enough to speak.

"I'm fine, there is no need."

"Yeah but-"

"Please don't call them, Penny" he cut her off, his huge eyes now widening even more. He hated asking people for stuff... he hated saying please, but it slipped out easily when it came to his parents.

It's not even about the beating... He just didn't want to see his mother's disappointed gaze again, and again. He didn't want to hear about how Mark brought a 98% test home again... He was fine anyway... He was fine.

Penny just watched and searched the boy's face for a little while, still trying to hide all the pity she felt. She desperately wanted to help, but sometimes getting involved would turn out even worse for the child, especially when the parents are so reluctant to love their own blood.

"Have you drawn something lately?" She changed the subject swiftly, witnessing with a soft smile as Seth's face lit up in complete excitement that she asked about his works. He was a talented boy, though very impatient with his drawings... Regardless of that, they were better than you would've expected from such a young kid.

"Yes... should be somewhere in my backpack..." He jumped off of the bed, ignoring his more serious injuries without even a flinch.

He searched his bag for a few seconds, before pulling out a little crumpled paper, and straightening it on the bed, to put on display for the doctor.

"Whose that?" She questioned, scanning the picture. It was a tall dark man, shadows surrounding him, and an unpleasant grin forming on where his lips should've been. Despite the yet not very good expressive skills, the drawing somehow left the doctor unnerved as she was looking at it.

"Just a dream..." the boy shrugged, remembering his borderline nightmare about the strange figure. He wasn't frightened of him though... Just the setting. It was strange and seemed real, yet dreamy. But he loved his voice, it was soothing, like a dark lullaby.

"Well now I'm going to have a bad dream too!" she chuckled, turning away from the piece because, despite the joke, she really did feel uncomfortable about the drawing so just decided not to look at it anymore.

***

"Wha-" an odd, low mumble filled the huge bedroom, as the demon shot up into a sitting position, still panting from the strange, and unescapable dream that had hunted his slumber. "Demons weren't supposed to dream..." Is all he could think about while trying to calm his nerves. The silk covers stuck to his toned body, due to the cold sweat that he was practically bathing in at this point, but he was only torn away from his thoughts when someone disturbed them.

"You look... distressed." The demon raised his gaze to face the blonde, almost white-haired fallen, who was at the moment getting dressed.

Well fuck... Why is he in Lucifer's bed? He should really stop drinking... He could barely remember what he did last night but judging from all the bruises that covered Lucifer's body, it wasn't hard to find out.

He frowned, not exactly regretting the situation, but just generally being displeased with his life and his mood, as he gave a small massage to the bridge of his nose.

"I just... keep dreaming about some strange child. It's all very bizarre" he mumbled, getting out of bed.

"Jude, tell me you aren't into kids... that's just ewww" probably no one would've guessed what kind of faces the devil could make, that just made him look like an insolent teenager, but if someone knew him enough, it was apparent that he was more childish and petty than anyone could imagine. The demon rolled his eyes in distaste for the very thought and looked around to find his clothes.

"Not funny" Jude growled under his breath, his mind still wandering away, trying to recall parts of his dream. Why is he seeing this boy? Who is he... and why is he so damaged? Like, literally.

"Care for a shower gloomy-boy?" Lucifer mocked, while the other got his pants on, not in a hurry, but obviously not planning to stay either.

"I have to get home"

"Won't you ever fuck me sober?"

"Isn't it better this way? I mean, if I would remember, you couldn't lie to everyone that you're a top" Jude now grinned, quite amused by how annoyed Lucifer was, adjusting his tie, as he flashed a dominant look towards the devil.

"Keep fucking your dream-child then... Sounds healthy" the other said, a little grumpy for being called out like that. He is a top... exception proves the rule.

Jude frowned at the very thought of being with a kid. He didn't really like children, not just sexually, but anyhow. Annoying, whiny and too much energy to take care of, not to mention their cries... Oh god, that petrifying sound made him want to commit mass murder.

Before either of them could've said anything, the door opened, and a raven-haired, beautiful woman walked through it, her amused expression fading as soon as her eyes found Jude.

"Good morning Vixen..." Jude purred, with a malicious smile curling onto his lips. He knew all too well how jealous the woman could be over Lucifer, and though he wasn't actually his lover, he took every opportunity to annoy her. It was well known how much distaste Jude had for Vixen, for no apparent reason at that.

"You just love your bad habits, don't you Lucifer?" she rolled her eyes, hiding her irritation, stepping more inside the room, and Jude took this as a chance to leave, but as he made his way to the door, he stopped next to Vixen, placing his hand on her closest shoulder gently, and he leaned in, to reach down to her ears.

"Oh, he more than loved it..." he whispered, enjoying every second of the hurtful, and angry expression that settled on the demon woman's face. He then by-passed the dumbfounded fallen and walked out the door, waving to Lucifer as in a good-bye.

Lucifer could only roll his eyes at the scene... He honestly didn't know exactly why did Jude decide to torture certain people, more than others, but it didn't bother or surprise him either. He knew well that Jude had a sadistic need for these mind games, and it wasn't like he had any means to stop them.

"Tough night, My Lord?" Mindy asked in her usual cheery, and flirty tone, (that Jude ignored so thoroughly that it was almost painful) as she accompanied the demon down the stairs.

"Look, sweetheart, this is my "I'm hungover, don't talk to me" face, hope in the future you'll recognize it"  The demon pointed at his expression, which truth be told was the same as always: Cold, sarcastic and unreadable.

Mindy shut up promptly, leading the Lord out of the mansion without much of a word.

"Before you go, sir, The Lord wanted to know if you'll be attending the pet auction tomorrow..." Mindy questioned quietly, knowing he just asked her not to speak.

"Unfortunately I have important matters to attend to. I wish him fun though"  Jude said quite politely, before finally leaving the other's company. Truth be told, he had exactly nothing to do, but he just really wasn't interested. All the pets were already so broken by the time they've come to hell, that he just couldn't bother to care about them. When submission was a given, it bored him to death.

As his thoughts wandered back to the previous night, or more like, his sleep, he could only conclude one thing, that would calm his nerves enough for him to finally forget the visions.

"Just a dream..."

/ Just a smaller chapter, but I hope it'll be interesting nonetheless c: The next chapter is out soon, so be on the look-out for that. Love you all, and your comments actually make my day (we all have awful humour, and I love it) /