WHO: Lucifer, Mary Magdalene WHEN: Backdated to February 8th WHERE: Desert WHAT: Just torture WARNINGS: Torture
Lucifer had enjoyed the last few days in the desert, walking beside Mary Magdalene. He had offered her tiny sips of water twice, just to drag this out, but he was getting bored and tired now, so it was time to end it.
He had forced Mary to walk, almost from the time he met her until now, though somewhere in the second day he had let her have a few hours of sleep. He had offered her no food, of course, because she hadn't needed that to keep her going.
The sun was starting to set, and Lucifer pointed to the tree they were closing in on. It was a straggly thing, tall and dry, and it offered little shade. "There," Lucifer said to her, "you can rest." To be fair, if she didn't die there of her own accord he was going to kill her. But he knew she was close enough to it anyway. Die or sell her soul, those were the options. "Go sit."