Nicholas Scratch (
awickedtime) wrote2019-08-10 08:38 pm
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In the privacy of Nick Scratch's apartment, Lucifer rifles through the detritus of Scratch's life. He picks through the contents of his wallet, flips through the photographs and videos saved to the sleek phone that he finds in the pocket of Scratch's jeans. He finds that he can't look at Sabrina Spellman's face without an all consuming rage bubbling in his guts; he imagines that it will receed when he puts her in her rightful place, crowned and obedient, whether she likes it or not.
But first there's some fun to be had here, burning down the lives that these children have made for themselves. Why should Sabrina think that she can defy him, seek to imprison him like a common demon, and get away without punishment?
He'll make them all suffer before he's done.
But first there's some fun to be had here, burning down the lives that these children have made for themselves. Why should Sabrina think that she can defy him, seek to imprison him like a common demon, and get away without punishment?
He'll make them all suffer before he's done.
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"That's not what this is," she insists. "Nick, you've never spoken to me like you have in the past week. Did I do something to make you angry? Because you'll have to tell me. I can't think of anything."
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"Not angry, Sabrina," he drawls, still leaning back against the wall. "Just bored. Of your mortal nonsense. Of the way you make everything so dramatic all of the time. Always something going on. Always something to rail against. Doesn't it get tiring?"
He feigns stifling a yawn.
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"Run to your mortal boy, Sabrina," says Nick, says Lucifer, rolling his eyes at her. "Go and be mediocre together. I'm done with you. It's over. It was never going to work between us."
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Her voice is younger and so much more wobbly than she would like it to be, but she's having trouble processing it. "Nick, that's--" Tears bead up and over, and she's wiping at her face with numb fingers. "Nick, I love you. I don't understand."
But she's stepping back again.
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"Things will be much simpler with Charlie, Sabrina," he says, rolling his eyes at her. "Much easier to follow. It was fun while it lasted but, let's face it, I was only ever trying things out with you. The novelty wore off."
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She can't handle anymore.
She pushes out of the apartment, and at least manages to get the elevator doors closed before she's crying the huge, gulping sobs that have been waiting inside for days now.
"Nick...."