WHO: Henry and Iestyn Ceredig, Lucifer and then likely Michael, Saint David and Addy WHEN: Friday afternoon-evening WHERE: The sheriff's basement dunegon! WHAT: Please make Krampus leave me alone WARNINGS: Lucifer, no torture though, he just doesn't know how to talk to people
It was supposed to be a nice walk around Central Park on a summer afternoon, though that wasn't what it ended up being. Henry and Iestyn had been strolling happily, hand in hand, taking in the sights. Neither of them had been in a hurry to get anywhere, really, and then it was like the lights went off.
Henry woke up first, with literally no memory of Lucifer appearing in front of them and letting his mask slip a little to make them both lose consciousness. It was like his mind had wiped it clean away, rather than remember it. He groaned his body stiff and aching. He sat up to find himself somewhere he didn't recognise. And as his head cleared, his stomach dropped because he was in a cell. A basement with...eight cells, to be precise.
Not again. No no no no-
His cell was the closest to what looked like a door leading upstairs, and Henry glanced over to see Iestyn locked in a cell beside him. He gasped and with his heart in his throat, he crawled over to the bars separating them. In the cell beyond Iestyn, there was glass littering the floor, and a board had clearly been nailed over a window. If Henry had been paying any attention at all he would have assumed that window had been shattered, but his entire focus was on Iestyn now. Oh god, was Iestyn hurt?
Before he could even think about who had done this, Henry needed to know if his husband was alright. "Iestyn!" he yelled, reaching through the bars, though Iestyn was lying a little out of reach. "Iestyn, honey! Wake up! Oh god, please wake up."