Chapter 80: THE HIDDEN CELL

Lucifer woke up with a very bad headache, he felt like someone was hammering a nail through his skull. He sat up with a loud gasp as if he was thrown out of an ocean. He had no idea where he was and what he was doing. Everything around him seemed to be clouded, something blocking his vision to go further. He held his temples in his index and thumb, massaging them with so much force.

"Where the fuck am I?" He looked around after rubbing his eyes on the shirt sleeves.

He got up from the ground, it was cold and sticky. Once his senses slowly opened, he could get a very bold scent. The metallic scent of blood but he was sure, it was not that of humans. This was almost making him want to throw up, so toxic and rotten if someone asks him for a description. He looked at the ceiling, it was almost grey colour and cracks formed but what caught his eye were the hooks on it.

"The fuck?" he was freaking out by then.