Imagine...

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The Cage is surprisingly cool.

You had been expecting hellfire, but the only thing to grace your senses was the chill of metal and darkness.

"I told you I'd go quietly, but I didn't exactly say where," you say to the dark.

Suddenly, light floods the Cage, illuminating the metal bars surrounding you and two others.

Lucifer, taking the form of his past vessel Nick, stands to your right, while an unsteady Sam is on your left.

You smirk upon seeing them, "Great,  it worked."

"Why'd you do this, huh?" Lucifer asks, barely containing his anger.

You shrug, "Think of it this way, at least now we can get to know each other."

He sighs but a faint smile plays on his lips, "You're witty. I can admire that."

Sam hasn't said anything this whole time, simply staring at the Devil with wide eyes. You look to him.

Unfortunately, your focus on Sam draws Lucifer's attention.

"Well, I guess I won't be bored this time round, huh Samster? You're here and I'm angry. It's always nice to have a punching bag," he drawls, bringing his fist back.

Without thinking, you fling yourself in front of Sam, preparing to take the blow. It doesn't come.

Lucifer appraises you with glowing red eyes, "Seriously? Although, I suppose loyalty is always a good quality in a mate."

"Please, leave Sam out of this. You're mad at me, so hit me."

He laughs incredulously, "You don't think I'd ever hurt you, do you? C'mon, you think I'm some kind of monster?" His laughter continues, "I punish the monsters, Y/n."

"Hey, I can't help but be cautious. You do know you're like the world's most infamous evildoer, right?" You chuckle along with him, unable to stop yourself.

A suddenly whoosh of wings flood the Cage. You try to find the source, instead finding Sam missing.

Frowning, you turn around again but you can't find him.

"Looks like little Castiel stole Sammy away and left you behind," Luci tuts, shaking his head. "How sad."

Standing tall, you cross your arms, "It's fine. It's not like I'm in trouble. No one up there is gonna miss me anyways."

"No family?"

"You're asking as if you don't know all about me already. Remember your demon spies? You probably had them dig up my past and relay the info back to you."

He doesn't deny it, "Can't blame me for being curious. But, just cause I know some things doesn't mean that I don't know others."

He pauses and sits down in the corner. You sit down in the opposite corner, arms still crossed. The bars beneath your back are not comfortable.

A snap fills the air and then a few pillows appear before you. You look up with raised brows.

"You looked uncomfortable," he explains offhandedly.

You place the cushions beneath you and focus back on him.

"As I was saying, I won't claim to know everything. Take for instance your happiest memory. I'd have no clue where to even begin guessing."

You chuckle, "I've never really thought about what my happiest memory would be."

He stares intently at you as you think.

"I think, it would have to be this one time when everything was simpler. I was just a kid, but I remember mom hugging me close to her and then I was playing cards with my dad before bedtime," you pause, savouring the memory.

You jerk your head at him, "Your turn."

Humming thoughtfully, he thinks for a moment, "Before my fall, I would play around with my brothers - hide and seek, play fighting, who could make the coolest animal - that sort of thing. I guess I really enjoyed that, sometimes."

"Maybe we have more in common than I originally thought," you say mostly to yourself.

He smiles, "Maybe being locked in a cage with you isn't so bad."

"Ditto," you laugh.

He snaps his fingers and a bed appears. He wiggles his eyebrows.

"Woah, take me out to dinner a few times first!" You exclaim, but you recognize the joking look in his eyes.

The bed disappears, replaced with a candlelit table. The table is bare apart from a candle.

"What, no food?"

He shrugs, "Can't really eat or drink down here, babe. Should've thought of that before you jumped in."

You stick out your tongue and he returns the gesture, showing off his forked tongue.

Startled, your eyes widen, "Any other physical features I should know about before we start dating?"

A wicked grin crosses his face.

"No! Nothing dirty!" You chastise.

He whines, "But you gave me such a good opportunity!"

Laughing, you toss a pillow into his face and he retaliates, resulting in an epic pillow fight.

This isn't so terrible after all.