InsaneJournal

He had only eaten half of his lunch. That was a fact he was going to think about over and over again for the next few weeks. He had been sitting in the cafeteria and he had only managed to finish half of his food. The fries and half a sandwich he had allowed to go into the garbage were going to haunt his dreams.

By the time his classes ended for the day, he was more than ready to head out on the road towards Joey's family home in Sleepy Hollow. Joey had dropped off the key the previous day and Henry's bags were ready for him in his car.

Unfortunately so was someone else. And the very second Henry caught sight of the demon lying in wait, he passed out and was bundled unmercifully into the back seat. Once there, he was driven out of the city centre and to Lucifer's home.

By the time Henry woke up, he had been dumped on the damp floor of a basement and left. He groaned and rolled onto his side, willing his head to stop throbbing. It took a few seconds for reality to filter through. For him to realise he was in an unfamiliar place - and in serious trouble. But by the time he was able to rise unsteadily to his feet, his heart was pounding in his chest. "Oh no-" he breathed, glancing around the basement to take it all in. There were stairs up to a door and Henry stumbled up them, only to find the door at the top locked fast. "No!"

"'s locked," came a voice from below him, and Henry shrieked and turned around, his back pressed against the door.

"Whose there?!" he called out, his voice shaking. Oh god, this was bad. This was so bad.

"Wouldn't believe me if I told you," the voice replied. It sounded weak. Henry drifted back down the stairs and towards the shadowed corner where a skeletal figure was sitting.

"Fuck. It's- It's Lucifer. Isn't it? I mean, not you. The person who...locked us down here."

"Alright, maybe you would believe it. I'm Hermes. Been here...I think it's been months. And yes. It's Lucifer."

At that revelation, Henry's knees buckled, refusing to hold him. A god was here. Had been here for months. Lucifer was somewhere upstairs, and Henry was locked in with no hope of escape if a god couldn't escape. Wasn't Hermes a trickster? A god of doorways? Fuck. This was it. He was dead. "Oh fuck!" Henry wailed. Iestyn had broken up with him to keep him safe, only to have Henry end up in Lucifer's basement anyway. Nothing had even been done to him yet, beyond an abduction, but Henry still covered his face with his hands and cried.