Nova Winchester, the nephilim

a mile in the devil's shoes

Reading gives us someplace to go when we have to stay where we are.

Mason Cooley

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Lucifer's POV

"Okay rude, you could be a little more gentle. I have feelings you know," I tell the alternate dimension Micheal who just punched me in the face.

"How do you get back!" He yells at me for the hundredth time.

I sigh, "Do you think if I knew how to get back I'd be chained up getting interrogated by my basically dead brother?"

He lets out a frustrated shout, knowing I'm right, as always.

Micheal goes and talks with some other angels while I focus my powers elsewhere, and by elsewhere I mean my son.

I've been trying to communicate with my son. I know he's alive because I can feel him.

I'm sure the Winchester's have him, they always seem to cause trouble and interfere with my plans.

Poor boy, I better hurry and get out of here before they completely corrupt him.

I turn my attention back to the angels, a boy walks in. He looks fairly young, scared too. He seems to be carrying some kind of tab.

I snort, they really think he's going to hurt me? He's nothing.

All of a sudden all the angels hold me down, "Hey guys, if this is a kinky thing...I don't really swing that way," I comment with a cocky grin on my face.

Micheal smirks, he grabs a knife out of the back of his pocket and says, "This might hurt a little."

"Uh oh," I say.

Micheal slides the blade across my neck and I see my grace go into a bottle he has.

I gasp loudly and fall over.

I'm barley awake when I hear Micheal say, "Make sure you kill him, we have his grace to complete the mixture. We can then open the rip and invade the other dimension."

That doesn't sound fun, I better leave before that happens.

I wait until all the angels have left the room, they must think I'm asleep. Better for me.

I try and lift my arms, only to find they are pinned down. Huh, weird.

I try to burn through the ropes but nothing happens, I mean I know I was going to be weak but I didn't know I was going to be this weak.

I suddenly feel myself getting heated with anger. Stupid Micheal, not fair, I already defeated you once.

I pull my arms up wanting to hit something.

Only to realize my arms are free, I look down and see I burned through the ropes tying me down.

Wow, I guess channeling anger into your power really does work. Who would have thought, dad was right about something.

I quickly run out of a back door in the old shack they had me in, do people not have any class these days? I mean come on!

If you're going to kill someone at least take them somewhere with concrete floor.

It seems like I've been walking forever in the rough terrain before I see a white glowing line.

At this point I'm so weak I can barley think straight.

What?

As I get closer it kind of looks like the rip that I came through.

I walk closer and touch it. I see a bright flash and then I'm in a busy city.

I smile and shout, "Yes! I'm out of there! I did it, all by myself!"

I get stares from people walking past, I yell, "What you never see the devil celebrating before? Move along!"

I make a shooing motion with my hand.

I really hate these hairless little apes.

I'm hungry. I need my grace back.

I've been looking for an angel, I need grace even if it's temporary.

I spot a Cupid in Missouri, not far from where the rip is.

I grab him and take him into an alley.

I slit his throat just like Micheal did to me, but instead of putting it in a bottle I inhale it.

I look at him and mutter, "Without your grace you're a human, and trust me it's no fun. I'm doing you a favor."

I shove my fist through his chest and watch him fall to the ground.

As I feel the grace running through my veins, I quickly go to steal food.

Knowing the power surge isn't going to stay.

This was a very interesting POV to write in.

Lucifer is a complex character and I hope I got the gist of him.

Song: "A well respected man" The Kinks