[Belle]

"Tell me... Belle." The pretty golden eyed demon said, his voice sending shivers down my spine. I didn't know if it was a good or bad thing. "Do you know why you're here?"

A feeling at the back of my mind knew that it had something to do with the demon I killed in the hall that night of the convention. But I didn't know for sure.

"No?" I answer. It sounded more like a question then a statement. The pretty demon I had yet to know the name of just nods, then steps away from his post on the wall and steps closer to me. I take a step back stumbling over my chained feet. I didn't realize how tall he was until he stood in front of me. The demon had to be 6'5ft (195.58cm) to my 5'7ft (170.18 cm) frame. He toward over me and to say that I wasn't the least bit intimidated would be lying.

He smirks, showing his fangs. "I don't like being lied to human." I could've sworn his eyes turned a deep red, then back to their original gold. Mentally shaking my head, my gaze never falters from the demon.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I say truthfully, well half true.

He doesn't need to know that.

"See that's where your wrong, my little Divine." He chuckles but hit came out more like a low growl. "I think you know very well what I'm talking about." 

I shake my head innocently, but his smile only grew. He leans close and I flinch.

"W-what are you doing?" I stutter feeling scared as his forehead touches my own head.

"Shh...this will only hurt a bit." Golden eyes said.

That's when the pain started.

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(Lucifer's p.o.v)

Okay I lied.

She was going to be in more pain than she has every felt before.

Filing through someone else's memories isn't something I would normally do, but this the situation was different.

Did I feel bad?

Of course, who wouldn't when you're literally defiling a person's mind.

My protected withers in pain, and I could see her holding back her screams as her body collapses against me.

I breathe heavily as her memories play through my mind like a movie. Evey memory she's ever had plays, from her first steps, to losing her front to teeth, first day of middle school, and even the most embarrassing. I saw everything. A part of me knew I should've just looked through just to find the particular memory that I need, but I couldn't. 

When I finally get to the memory of that night, I pulled my forehead away from hers, but I didn't let go of her waist. The pain was so unbearable her brain shut down in a coma like state. I could still hear her faint breathing, but a nagging feeling tugged at my core. Getting a better look at her, I see blood trickling from her nose.

Damn, what in the seven gates of hell have I done?!