Lynx

Deep in the Underground, a singular man stands in the middle of a blood-soaked room, a hammer dripping with blood and other excrement dangled in his left hand while the phone was in the other. His prisoner’s phone, to be exact, which was going to give him everything that he wanted. He was quite pleased with his actions, realizing that if this is going to happen, then he’s going to have to make sure that it will go the way that he desperately needs. The minute that he laid eyes on the boy behind the counter, he wanted him, and he wasn’t going to give him up to anybody else. He would rather kill them than allow it to happen.

But when he hear his boy talking so bravely, like it was going to protect him, it made him smile. A deadly, intense smile that shook the core to everyone whom saw it because they knew that Lynx Romanov was not a man who smiled. Standing there, covered in the blood of his enemy, he looks like the Devil himself, and his men saw that. They were afraid of him. They were afraid of what he is capable of. Afraid that the mintue that they were of no use to him, they too would be obliterated by his hammer or gun. Maybe even a knife. It continued to depend on his mood.

With Lynx, you could never know which direction he was going to go. But to see that kind of smile on his face, that terrified everyone around him because they know he does not smile. They know that he is dangerous and when you’re not sure what he is thinking, that is something that would worry them even more. It is terrifying to think about what could come from it, and how they are not sure what he would do.

“Sir, is everything alright?” One of the men dares to ask, keeping his gaze off of the mutilated corpse on the ground, “do you need any assistance?”

Lynx stuffs the phone into his pocket, his smile growing much colder as he shakes his head, “no, it’s alright. I just need you to clean up this mess and make sure that they are disposed of properly. I don’t need the cops around right now, everything is too crucial.”

Everyone knew this. One slip-up could ruin everything, take away everything that has been built. The Underground was one part, an exlusive place to kick ass, make money, have a drink, and even have sex. It is a place of possibilities, but it is also where the Mafia has its front. Lynx is the leader, the one that people turn their attention to, and he also has the police in the palm of his hand. Still, he needs to be careful because it would be seriously bad if someone else from another department got wind of what he is doing.

So for now, there’s very little that he can’t accomplish because if he continues down this path, everything is going to go right. And now that he has his precious little pet in his grasps, it is only a matter of time before he gets absolutely everything that he could have longed for. 

The person who makes him feel everything in just a little bit of time. The person who makes him want to have a forever.

He might have done it the wrong way, but he is doing ti for all of the right reasons. And the minute that he fully gets his pet in his hands, then everything is going to be alright.

Judas

In the middle of the forest, Judas wakes up in an unfamiliar room, his body feeling tense. When he looks down as he sits up, noticing how he is just wearing an oversized shirt that bunched around his waist, showing off his tight boxers. The blanket is comfortable though, soft and cool, enough to make him feel like this is home. Unfortunately, he knew that it wasn’t.

Where is he?

What happened after…

Everything comes flashing back to him on what happened with Lucifer, and it kind of made him feel like an idiot. He knew that he shouldn’t have gone with him, realizing that after everything, that wasn’t someone who could be trusted. But what was Lucifer’s goal in this? What did he think was going to happen when he ended up knocking Judas out?

He needs answers.

He needs to know a lot more. He needs to have all of the answers. But as he tosses the covers off, nervously gnawing on his bottom lip as he tries to get out of bed, he feels the cool metal wrapped around his ankle. Almost instantly, he realizes what it is, his lips parting in confusion when he looks at it. 

A metal cuff is wrapped around his waist, almost too tight, and it is connected to a chain around the bedpost. He tries to lift the bed to be able to free himself, but the bed weighs like a ton. There is no way that he is going to be able to lift it by himself. 

The doors to the room open and that’s when Lucifer walks in, looking as perfect as usual in casual clothing, carrying a tray of food. He doesn’t seem surprised that Judas is awake, barely acknowledging him as he sets the tray of food down by Judas.

“What are you doing here?” Judas asks him, trying to hide his fear because this is like nothing he has ever felt before, “why am I chained up like this? What did you do, Lucifer?”

Lucifer just smiles and states, “sorry, Judas, you are my prisoner until he says otherwise. So for now, you might as well make yourself comfortable.”

Before Judas could protest or even say a word, Lucifer was walking out the door, making his stomach sink. He doesn’t know why, but something tells him that he put Cory and himself in immense danger, and nothing was going to prepare him for what was going to come next. He supposed only time would tell, but he would need to figure it out quick before he loses everything.

He just needs to figure out how to get out of here… 

And alive.