[CLOSED] You don't need anyone else

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Who: Lucifer & Sidney
What: These two literally required a catchall for October I don't know what to say (also magic lessons)
When: Month of October, some backdated September things because time is fake
Where: Various
Warnings: Demonology & religious blasphemy, discussions of trauma and injuries, more TBA???

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[Motherfucker Sidney please just go back to bed and let Lucifer suffer in... not silence but grunts, he supposes.]

It's not a huge deal, [he says while he's wrestling with his overcoat oh Demon King this wound really burns,] just a minor injury.

[He has a spool of thread clutched in one hand, thread which he's quick to set down when he half-flops, still sitting up, onto their bed. With his overcoat put... somewhere to be repaired later, Lucifer sucks in a breath through his teeth, looking miserable.

This is, in case Sidney hasn't noticed, not a man who often looks miserable.]

Could I trouble you with helping me get the rest of this off?

[His shirt, he means. The shirt that's torn through and bloodied from a wound that is way worse than he says it is.]

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( no, fuck you, he's been feeling whatever the fuck it is that's been happening, he's not letting lucifer deal with this alone. 'it's not a huge deal' BITCH-- sidney almost glares, but frustration bubbles up for only two seconds before concern swallows it whole again, and sidney is at his side. )

I've been getting feedback from you all night. Please, Lu, what happened?

( even as he pleads, he pries back torn and stained cloth- it's... christ. who did this? there's no way they're alive still, truly... )

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Honestly, no one else would get away with that nickname.

[He says it affectionately, hissing it out through the pain. Free of his shirt, in better circumstances, maybe Sidney could appreciate abs and stuff but mostly he's getting a faceful of injury from shoulder to the middle of Lucifer's chest; his wings flex with obvious distress and pain, which makes him hiss further for yet-unknown reasons.]

...I was attacked.

[He says it with some hesitance, like he doesn't want to discuss it, but he really can't not say that he got attacked since this is his pact-bearer. Sidney must have been feeling every ounce of panic and agony and rage running through Lucifer's mind.

Shakily, he threads a sewing needle. He clearly stopped off at the home ec room to grab sewing supplies and come back here.

This can only mean good things, clearly.]

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Yeah, I need to abuse my powers more, clearly-

( empty banter, that's all it feels like compared to the smell of blood, the obvious injury, the way lucifer buckles- this, combined with just moments before... attacked. who would- who could attack lucifer and leave him in such a state?

and then he sees the needle. )

What- by who- what are you doing?

( don't mind him and his obvious fear and panic it's fine, everything's fine, it isn't but it's fine- )

i already cw'ed this for DIY medical procedures but hey they're starting now

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[Ignoring every other question for the moment, Lucifer chooses to focus on the latter instead.]

The nurse isn't here this late. I'm just going to stitch this closed.

[Why in Michael's name does he say that so calmly, not even Lucifer knows — he's not exactly a practiced medic either. This isn't the sort of thread that one uses to stitch wounds up with either, and Lucifer knows as much, but medical emergencies are medical emergencies.

He winces, pushing the needle against the base of the injury and letting out a short curse — if Lucifer's saying curse words, clearly everything is bad.]

I'll talk to her in the morning and see if I can't get this actually stitched up, but for now—

[For now, stitching his own wounds closed.]

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( it's a small wonder that his stomach doesn't churn at the sight, and sidney knows there's so little he can do right now- which isn't even a self-deprecating thought about his arm, honestly, he's just not a doctor and doesn't know needlework to save his life. )

Right. Right. ... What- what can I do?

now i am skipping over the DIY medical procedures because gross.

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[Lucifer unfortunately only knows how to sew clothing, not wounds, and it's difficult to do this without a mirror and even more difficult to do this to himself when he's not in any sort of state to cast a hex that might get rid of feeling or something, everything hurts too goddamned much.]

All I need you to do is sit there and be my motivation to get this done.

[That's really all he needs is just the support, but Lucifer is not the type of man to use support because that implies that he might be (Michael forbid) actually in distress for once.

...

It takes Lucifer about half an hour to get through stitching that wound up, and by the end of it, dried blood is streaked over his hand and chest and he really just needs to wash his hands, but he's broken out in a cold sweat and he's shuddering from some combination of searing pain and exertion. He's so, so tired, rubbing his face with his clean hand.]

...Do you remember Elizabeth? She attacked me. I managed to dispose of her, but she severely wounded me first. The other wounds have disappeared since they took place within the void, but she gave me several fourth degree burns and severed my lower wing. I'm lucky to have survived.

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( at some point, sidney had left for just a minute- an excrutiating minute made all the worse by echoing emotions that both are and aren't his- to get a wet rag and a bowl of water to help clean lucifer up and more. it doesn't feel like enough, but once lucifer finishes, sidney can at least do this, gently tend to the mess and try not to fret too much-

elizabeth attacked him? but- why? he wouldn't say they were friends, but they had been on good terms- and she and lucifer even better. was it a case of possession again? or- fuck, what happened tonight? )

Why would she do that?

( because he needs to not focus on fourth degree burns holy shit- he lost clamor, he can't lose lucifer too, not- fuck. )

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[There's an empty expression in Lucifer's eyes as he thinks back to tonight. Surely Sidney had felt his ire throughout the night so far, even though it's still early enough to where they can talk at length.]

...It's a long story. I found some gossipy students who I believe knew that body-snatcher of Clamor's, the same one who hurt Narumi, based on conversations they were having. I disposed of the three of them... I don't want any repeat incidents.

[Lucifer has created a narrative in his head about this whole thing. Of course people close to the dead kid would try to do his crimes again, of course, of course; he clings onto any threads of control he can get his hands on, never slackening his grip.]

Unfortunately, Minato walked in on the scene, and I would have been perfectly content to let the boy go had he not talked down to me. Elizabeth emerged from the elevator at that point. Her ire was only drawn to me because of Minato; she'd been content to allow everything else, from what I've gathered.

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( is

is he hearing this right?

did... lucifer just admit to killing three children? is that what drew that horrible anger he's been feeling? and then a fourth for- for talking down to him? four children- his students' age- dead by his own lover's hand--

he feels sick- his stomach is churning and his blood's gone cold. this- this has to be a nightmare. a nightmare where the man he loves slaughters children and gets fourth degree burns and almost loses a wing. it can't be real- it can't be.... )

Lucifer- what... what did they say to get you to think that.

( he's no stranger to preventative action- or even petty cruelty, as much as many would like to think he's above that. but... )

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[Immediately, Lucifer starts getting dressed again, and as much as he wants to make this bitchy and passive-aggressive, he can't quite move fast enough for it. That thud of guilt that isn't his own slams him square in the chest as he's trying to distract himself from emotions he doesn't want to acknowledge.

To Lucifer, humans are humans. The morality of "children" versus "adult" is lost on him. And, besides, it was a child that killed Clamor.

Lucifer has no love for those who take from him, no matter how old they are.]

Well, considering that student who killed our partner, [he hisses the words out, not necessarily at Sidney, but bitterness toward the situation in general,] tried to frame the school's cultists, it was easy to pick his friends out of the crowd.

[Supposed friends.]

They gossiped and spoke ill of what's mine. I will not tolerate repeat incidents. I disposed of them before they could do anything to those who remain.