Soulmates

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He could insult her body and call her ugly all he wanted, because it barely made her bat an eyelid, but to call her soulmate stupid was a whole different matter. Calmly seeming to take the comment, it was only until she rose, kicked the table over and kicked him to the ground that it was evidence she'd taken the remark terribly. Now, if she tried to hurt him, she'd fail epically. He was far more powerful than any human in existence, but she had her foot raised threateningly over his throat nonetheless. Well, she wasn't to know that this was the Devil, was she?

"Don't you dare insult him. He is not stupid. He's not even ugly. He was the... most beautiful of all the angels-- you just said those horrid things because you want to upset me and I don't believe you," she hissed, losing all her composure in that one second. All her talk of remaining calm went out the window when her soulmate was insulted. Keeping calm was practically impossible under those circumstances. Of course, she was restrained by the security again, who didn't seem to care that she was small and just 18 - they held her hard enough for bruises to already form along her arms.
 
While the kick didn't hurt, it shocked him. She was angry because he called himself stupid. If only she knew the truth, she would probably kiss the floor he walked on. This girl was absurd and completely mad. But it was so amusing watching her. With a smirk curving up on his face, he rolled his eyes as he sat back up. "No, he's stupid alright and ugly. I'll talk bad about him all I want. You wanna know why? Because who's going to stop me, no one."

And for the next weeks, that's how he pushed her buttons. By talking about himself. Lucy never thought he'd ever insult himself, but if it was to wind this girl up and make her angry, he'd do it. Anytime she was allowed out to eat with everyone, he'd just mess with her and taunt her. But she did the same with him, so it was fair. And boy was it fun.
 
If it wasn't Katia teasing and taunting the other's looks, it was Lucifer taunting Katia about how 'ugly' the Devil was. He was basically insulting himself and watching her get angry about it. Neither one seemed to ever have the control and advantage completely but, of course, Lucifer had the edge over her. The nurses adored him, doctors who had wives and kids found themselves unable to stop themselves from wanting to make Lucifer happy and all the patients that Katia had befriended for her own advantages had turned their backs on her.

Her mental health had definitely decreased since Lucifer's arrival because she was slowly losing her power on the place; the one thing that kept her in check of herself. Losing that slowly but surely was enough for her mental health to start to slip.

Her psychiatrist noticed that, which was why he'd decided to set up therapy meetings between her and Lucifer, to talk out how they felt and see if they could connect on some level. He thought he was doing something good; something he was employed to do. He didn't realise or anticipate just how angry the suggestion made Katia, though, and he definitely paid the price.

When Katia heard footsteps nearing the psychiatrist's office, she didn't panic or feel like she had to hide the mess she'd made. The whole room was splattered with blood and the psychiatrist wasn't just dead at her feet, but chunks of him were missing. It was obvious she'd had a little feast, and she was hardly going to hide the evidence in five seconds. But, she did relax a tad when seeing Lucifer enter alone, smiling up at him from the floor before returning to the meal she had in front of her.

"Close the door," she mumbled, nodding to it quickly. "Lock it. I... I'm hungry. Let me finish before calling the nurses on me."
 
Luy looked around the room, obviously surprised. Before a smirk began to spread on his face. "...You're cracking aren't you~" He taunted happily. "What, are you angry because I've got control of this place, and you don't?" Coming into the room, he shut the door behind him, watching the girl amused. "What are you going to do? When they see this, you know what's going to happen to you right? Patients who kill other patients or doctors get put on death row. I'd miss you if you died." He whined softly.

Walking around the office, looking at the broken picture frames, the broken desk, the smashed kick knacks, he laughed a bit. "You made such a mess, Katia...What are you going to do? I think now would be a good time for your soulmate to come and get you. But he's far too stupid to come and get you. He probably doesn't care about you~"
 
"He isn't coming, he doesn't exist, it's all in my head," she mumbled slowly, a glazed look in her eyes as she absently dabbed her finger in the pool of blood to draw with it. Clearly, the girl wasn't herself. For her to turn her back on the beliefs she'd murdered for took a huge feat that only medication would perform. The psychiatrist she had trusted to be under her thumb drugged her water, hoping it would keep her calm. They didn't kick in in time to save his life but they kicked in now, leaving her vulnerable to whatever Lucifer said.

"He'd be here if... it was real. He's have come here, like fate. We'd have met. It's... I'm insane. I'm in a mental asylum. Course it's not real," she laughed, rubbing her temples as she finally seemed to have the breakthrough all her nurses and doctors wanted from her. They'd hoped she would come through and admit it was all nonsense, and now she was doing just that. "I... don't want to die, I'm getting better, I... I'm... I just need the pills and I'll get better. Right?"
 
"...No, pills aren't what you need. Pills make you talk crazy." Grimaced the man. She was no fun when she was talking like this. She was no fun on the medication. "He's here, you just haven't realized it, so stop talking like that...He drugged you didn't he? That doctor drugged you? You aren't going to die. This was self-defense. Remember that. Stupid girl, stop talking like that, you're making me angry."

Lucy himself didn't know it, but he was rather fond of this girl, and for her to be...Speaking like this was troubling. This sounded like the crazy talk to him. Her saying things like it was all in her head. She wasn't like that. She was a fun girl who believed in what she said.
 
"I'm making you... I'm sorry. I don't... mean it," she mumbled sincerely under her breath, too drugged up to even challenge him and taunt him about his anger. She simply apologised for it and continued dabbing at the blood, her knees now hunched to her chest to curl up small. Her mind was a complete muddle at this point; she just felt numb. Nothing made sense and she hardly knew what to believe.

"He isn't here-- he isn't real. S-Stop trying to... to make me sound insane! You just want them to... to make fun of me, don't you? Well, I'm not listening to you. Get your ugly fucking words out of here," she snapped, forcing her hands over her ears in defiance. "Besides, maybe... maybe I don't want him. He was supposed to come sooner than this, he... he was supposed to get me straight away. I've been here for... for over 200 days!"
 
Growling, he shifted forms, allowing his demonic form to slip through. His horn poked through his head, his teeth all grew pointy and massive black wings sprouted from his back. Grabbing her shoulders, he shook her harshly as if trying to wake her up. "You sound crazy right now! Don't you fucking apologize to me, challenge me, and stop caring about what others think. You're Katia, and you don't care." He hissed before letting go of her, folding his arms. He didn't like seeing her like this, it was gross. This wasn't the girl he grew fond of.
 
If he had shown himself to her outside of the asylum, she'd have been elated. She'd have realised that he was the man she'd dedicated herself to and realised that she hadn't been all the cruel words others said she was. However, she was drugged up in an insane asylum. The sight before her wasn't necessarily believed. It could easily be a figment of her imagination; an intricate hallucination.

And it was exactly that that she believed, which was why she just stayed sat on the ground with a blank expression, rather than sheer delight and ecstasy.

"I need to go for dinner now. I think they're serving ice cream tonight and... I like ice cream. I always had it as a kid. My sisters would sneak some for me. My sorority sisters liked ice cream too. Until I killed them, anyway. They don't eat so much now they're dead..."
 
"Stop acting like this!" He growled before forcing her to stand up. "You are not this crazy, stupid girl! You are seriously angering me!" He didn't like this, not one bit, but he didn't know how to revert her back to normal. He knew they could stay there though. Nurses will find this bloody dead man. Looking at the barred window, he knew they had to leave, otherwise, she would be killed. He went to the window, kicking in. The bars went flying out.

Grabbing her by swinging her across his shoulder, he hurried and jumped out the window. They were on the fifth floor, but that didn't matter. He easily began to fly, holding onto her. He didn't know where they would go, but they had to get away from this stupid jail. It was ruining her mind.
 
Apparently, drugs made her feel sleepy because, just a second or two later, just as the window broke, she was barely conscious, eyes drifting shut against her will. An hour or so passed until she finally seemed to wake up, blinking at the dark surroundings she immediately knew didn't belong to the hospital. The hotel room they'd landed in was too quiet and too... peaceful to belong to the asylum.

As she glanced around in confusion, memories began to flood her mind-- though, despite remembering the sight of the demon and being essentially saved, the memory just made her angry. Why? Because, despite being saved, she felt like she was dumped and left alone. She saw Lucifer on the bed, but it never clicked that he was the one that had saved her; he was the Devil, the man she saw as her soulmate. Her memories were faded and blurry, meaning she didn't realise that he had transformed in front of her. She simply assumed that he was saved alongside her by the demon.

With that mindset, it also meant she felt abandoned by the man she loved, so she was rightfully furious-- but at least she was returning back to herself and not the passive, vague, drugged-up Katia.

"...I told you he was real," she grunted with that same attitude she'd shown him from their first meeting, moving to the bed cautiously. "You saw him, right? And he was beautiful and... he saved me, so... so fuck you for doubting he would. But... fuck him too. I'm... over it. He abandoned me in some shitty hotel room, so I... I'm over it. But hey, you're here so... I guess I can chill with you for a while, Lucus. Where even are we?"
 
So she didn't remember? She didn't know that he was the one who saved her? What was she stupid or something? Nah, she was drugged up at the time. Sitting up on the bed, he shrugged, running his hands through his curls. "...Nevada...But not Las Vegas. So that gives you a clue. We're going to have to keep moving, the cops are going to be after you. Well mainly you, you did kill a man today." Smirked the man as he yawned,
 
"My psychiatrist? And I'm supposed to care? He tasted amazing. I bet if I cut you up and ate your internal organs, you'd taste horrid," she began in that usually taunting manner, moving to lay beside him whilst running her fingers through her hair, staring at the ceiling above her.

"...Why are we hiding in a fucking hotel room? I want to have fun. Are you scared of being caught by police? What are you, a coward?" She smirked, her nose cutely scrunched as she pushed her face close to his, licking a little dried blood from her lips. Winking playfully, she wandered to the bathroom to root around in the drawers, triumphantly laughing when she found what she was looking for. After several moments, she returned with her waist-long hair now cut to her shoulders. She was the sort of girl to just cut off most her hair without hesitation, after all.

"We're going to Vegas. We're going to hit the casinos, get drunk and... have some fucking fun. Maybe we can find some cute girl? I'd totally have a threesome with you. You're... a 9 out of 10 these days. Maybe I think you're cuter than I first did when we met-- still not perfect though, doll."
 
"I'm more than perfect." Growled the man under his breath, however, he was relieved she was acting like her usual self. That crazy talk about 'making everything up in her head' was really scaring him. But he had her back so that much was good. "Fine, we can hit Vegas and have some fun. And I'm not afraid of some silly little cops."

Getting out of bed, he went to touch her now short hair, smiling a bit. "Hmm...You look decent now, like...Kind of pretty, good for you!" He teased. Katia was gorgeous, he knew that, but like hell would he tell her that. She said he was ugly...Okay she said he was a nine, but anything less than perfect was ugly to him
 
"I can admit that I'm not perfect though. I was sort of banking on Lucifer helping with that, but-- he's a fucking asshole who abandoned me here without... waiting to see if I was okay. I'm done with him. You can tease me all you want. I was naive believing he cared-- I'm over it! Maybe the archangel Gabriel will fall in love with me instead~" She laughed, tying her t-shirt into a knot in the front to at least change the outfit a little and show off her midriff. She needed to look over 21 to get in the casino-- which is where she hoped 'Lucus' could help.

"We need new clothes. And I want makeup. I want all the stuff I used to love. Then we can go and have some fun."
 
"We do need some clothes and makeup for you. So you can look pretty." He teased, ignoring the Gabriel comment. He hated Gabriel. Gabriel was probably one of the only angels that came close to his beauty and it pissed him off. "Well, let's go. We need to get to a store. I can work on distracting the people who work there so we can run out with all the stuff. Hmm...We should get some money too...Wanna rob the store while we're at it? Like, hold them up for all the money in their cash register."
 
"What the fuck do you take me for? I don't thieve. I'm not a criminal, I don't break laws. The only laws I broke were for a reason. You know, to please Satan and all. Now I've finished trying to please him, I won't break laws. I'm a good girl. Practically an angel-- that's my middle name, actually. I'm an angel, so no, I won't get my hands dirty--but you will. You'll steal for me because I'm asking nicely and because you know you have to or I'll call you a coward all night," she manipulatively smiled, such evil trickery falling out of a mouth that belonged to such an innocent, sweet looking girl-- but she knew she had that advantage. Her appearance deceived a lot of people.

"Just do it and stop wasting time. I... want to feel normal, before the cops come. I have a night at the most to just go wild. I know I'll be in prison tomorrow, on death row probably, so let's just enjoy my last night of freedom."
 
"I'm calling you the coward, Angel." Hissed the man, grimacing at how disgusting she sounded. "Last night of being normal? Katia you aren't normal, and this isn't you last night, and we're going to steal from a store together. Don't try and get all...boring on me now. That's no fun, not fun at all." Groaned the man, before allowing his true form to slip again.

"Now look. See? I can make sure you aren't caught. I'm not human, Katia. So listen, we're going to have and you are going to steal from the store, and this isn't going to be your last night having fun."
 
"...You know, if this is supposed to scare me or amaze me, it's not working. I don't like you when you look human, and I especially don't like you like this. Your horns are just awful and your wings aren't very big at all," she sighed, almost in disappointment. She barely reacted to the fact the man changed like that in front of her-- but she wasn't sane. She may have been corrected about the Devil and demons and the like, but she had killed people and eaten them based on some belief that the Devil told her to. She really wasn't all that... stable, so her not reacting that much to the transformation wasn't a huge surprise.

"You're such a mindfuck. I can't deal with you, I-- god, I hate you. I actually detest you. We tease each other, but I've never hated someone more than I hate you. I just-- I really hate you," she laughed, shocking herself with the sudden vitriol and bitterness she felt for him. She had no idea where the strong feeling came from, but it was so strong that pretending it wasn't there was impossible. "Go crawl back to Hell and... be with the Devil or whatever. Hey, you can tell him I hate his guts too! Not that he cares, but hey."
 
"You are absolutely right I don't care. I don't even know why I saved you from that stupid mental hospital, I should have left you there, and allowed you to just get put on death row." Snarled the demon, his eyes glowing up as he grew angry. Why he was even fond of her was beyond him. He had helped her so much, and this was how he was treating him. "You know what? I should just call the cops so they can come get your crazy ass." Smirked the demon. "I'm done with you anyway."
 
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