WHO: Henry Claus, Lucifer WHEN: Forward dated to Wednesday night, 6/10/21 WHERE: Basement WHAT: Torture WARNINGS: Cuts, burning, Lucifer, homophobia, the F slur
Somehow, Lucifer seemed to realise that Hermes had been slipping Henry food, and now when Hermes was fed, he was checked after to make sure he hadn't squirreled away any scraps for the boy. Because of that, Henry hadn't eaten since that apple core and slice of bread so very many days ago.
At least, he mused while he was tied to the chair listening to Hermes slurp down some soup, at least he wasn't thirsty. They still had their basin of water and while the level was certainly lowering, it was still well over half full.
And then Lucifer came back to him, and Henry turned his face away as much as he could. There was pain coming. God, he was so tired of the pain. He wanted to go home. He wanted Iestyn to hold him and tell him everything was okay.
He wanted a fucking cheeseburger.
"Look at me Henry, or I'll burn your eyelids off."
How did Lucifer do that? How did he say such dreadful things, and make them sound so innocuous? Henry opened his eyes, and he looked up at the devil, pleading. He was seeking mercy, but there was never going to be any. Not here. "Please," Henry whispered, but he didn't even know what he was asking for.
Lucifer knelt in front of him, and he tsked at Henry. "There's barely an inch of skin left to cut. I might have to switch to something else, I suppose. In a bit. I'm going to mark you now. So you always remember what you are. You're defiled and disgusting and you need to remember. He grabbed the scalpel and Henry tensed his entire body against the sharp pain he knew was coming.
He bit his lip and tried not to scream, but whatever Lucifer was carving into him, he was meticulous about. It hurt. Anguish shot up his torso to the tips of his fingers and he tried to squirm away from the scalpel, but it was little use. By the time Lucifer was done, Henry was panting and sweaty and he looked down at himself, his guts roiling in horror.
Lucifer had carved 'FAG' into his belly. Even with all the other cuts marring his skin, it was plain as day. Henry let out a soft little cry and he felt Lucifer take his face into his hands. "You must be exhausted, hmm?"
Henry sniffed and nodded. "Please stop."
"I've told you how you can make this all stop, Henry. It's up to you," Lucifer drawled at him. Henry whimpered and he swallowed roughly before shaking his head. "I was afraid you would say that." Lucifer held his arms out, over Henry's which were bound to the arms of a metal chair. Lucifer's hands never touched him, they simply hovered a centimeter so over Henry's skin. Then Lucifer watched and waited.
It started slowly at first. Henry's head was hanging now, sweat sticking his curls to his forehead. The heat of Lucifer's hands was actually kind of nice for a minute or two, compared the cold of the basement. The heat didn't stop, though. And Henry's arms got hotter and hotter, and he started to panic. "Wait! WAIT!" he screamed, trying to pull his arms back from the onslaught, but he wss unable to do so. "STOP! Oh god, oh god!" he wailed, because it was agony, and his skin blistered and burned and Henry didn't even realise he was screaming, all he could focus on was the pain.
Even after Lucifer took his hands away, the metal of the chair arms had heated up so much that it sizzled away at Henry's forearms. "I can't-" Henry babbled, when Lucifer pulled Henry's head up by his hair. "I can't do anymore I can't. Please no, please." God part of him wanted to sign and just get this over with. How much more could he take? He was breaking and he knew it.
"I'm going to leave you for today," Lucifer said. "Are you glad, Henry? Tell me you're glad."
"Yes, thank you. Thank you," Henry whispered.
"And I am going to come back tomorrow," he continued. "And if you still won't sign, I am going to burn you to a crisp."
Henry whimpered and Lucifer dropped the boy's head, leaving him tried to the chair.
Once he was alone, Henry burst into exhausted tears. Maybe being burned to a crisp was okay. It would hurt, yeah. But then it would all be over.