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Capítulo 263: Perception and Perspective [#2]

Billy Hargrove was an unlucky bastard.

By the age of 8 years of age, he was left behind by his - Fuckint bitch - of a mother, left behind with that - Asshole, Bastard, Abusive, I WISH HE WOUPD JUST FUCKING DIE- man that was his father and ran. He couldn't blame her now that he was older, but he could resent her, and that he did- Flashes of red lightning, a dark shape approaches from the horizon as a voice whispers to him: "I want you to build-" His own face, his own body, walks up towards him slowly: "Build what you see!"- He was 9 when his father started abusing him, it first was a simple slap to the face when he misbehaved and his father was drunk, but it escalated from there when his father learned or found out he wasn't... Normal.

He didn't know why, but while other boys would drool at the sight of the other girls, he found himself staring at the older boys, kids taller and stronger than him, kids who found it weird and would bully him- "Faggot!" "Queer!" "Pussy!" "Bitch!" - He never told his dad, but i guess rumor spread huh? The first lesson he was taught with a belt was to not be a faggot, or rather, to hide it- Be with girls even when you can't even get it on at their sight, fake it, fake it, lie, lie, lie! "NO SON OF MINE IS A FUCKING FAGGOT!" He kept these words on his heart- He didn't know if it was because he wanted to be his son, or because he wasn't his son.

Flashes of red lightning- He stood upon that same fucking mall, his body limp as he was impaled in the heart- Weird, he doesn't remember dying, but he doesn't remember waking up either. He just remembers... Pain. So much pain, and red, red too, red lightning as a hand touches his chest and the hole where his heart once stood is now back, his heart no longer there as it was gone, instead his whole body trummed and beated like a heartbeat once every minute, his blood flowed inside his veins by itself, for no longer it was blood, but his body- He didn't need a heart, but he made one for himself, he made a heart out of flesh and muscle, because he wanted one- "You are a heartless scum, Billy Hargrove." Emily said, tears on her eyes as she cried- Why was she crying? Billy wants her to smile! That memory goes away as he remembers Max, how she told him, she told his father about him and Anthony, she told him about their little secret meetings and about them being alone together too- She told him because she was petty, and because he didn't buy her ice-cream.

He remembers it.

How his father came, found his faggot of a son, head down onto Anthony's cock, sucking it- He pulled him by the hair, the hair Anthony would hold as he whispered like it was a secret: "I love you, Billy." He pulled him by the hair, and bashed his head on the concrete, that was the last thing he remembers before he woke up home, his wrist broken, and Anthony gone. His father screamed, screamed and beat him up good, he didn't respect him so he had to take responsibility for his actions, he had to suffer the consequences of being a faggot! But it was also her fault, Max- He remembers now, how they met... He was 11 years old when his dad came home with another woman, he thought she'd be like all the others before her, a simple one night stand, to he used and and thrown out like a glass bottle or a beer can- Billy actually had his first beer when he was 10, he also was beaten half to death for the first time when he was 10 for drinking something he shouldn't, but he still drank beer later on when he was older, when his father didn't care anymore- But she was different.

She brought a girl with her- A young redhead, Max was her name. "This is Max and her mother, and from now on she's also your new mother Billy." He remembers how he first froze, then shook his "sister's" hand and refused to even look at the woman, she wasn't his mother. He ran away that day, it took him five hours to find his mother again, for she was still in California! He smiled when he saw her, only to freeze in cold realization that she was walking in a park in San Francisco holding the hand of a small little black haired boy while she held on her arms a toddler, a little girl with blue eyes and blond hair. That day, Billy learned a lot of things- Never trust the police, they'd bring him back to his father, never run away without a plan because you can't escape me Billy, never tell anything to anyone because they can use it against you as did the policeman he tried convincing to not take him to his father, and the last and final lesson was to never cry loudly when Max was close.

Flashes of red lightning, he now stood on an endless field of ash and rot, where his feet touched, so did that thing- It was made of flesh! He felt it crawl inside him, he felt it grow inside him, plant a seed that took root and grew into a plant of blood, flesh, and rage! He remembers it whispering his fears, whispering- Then, before him, stood an endless green field. Beautiful, full of lush green grass and beautiful dandelions, poppys, and several other flowers and plants! In the distance he saw trees, and in the trees, fruits and even other foods- Bananas, Mangos, Berries? But they don't grow on trees, or do they? Strawberries, Blueberries, Blackbarries, Star fruits, Watermelons, Melons, Coconuts, Pears, Apples, and more. This was weird... But he kept walking, every step, and it seemed to grow and get closer, until his feet touched the endless lush grass and he looked up- The sky, grey full of clouds and red lightning in one side, and blue and clear on the other- When he looked down, the same applied, ash and rot in one side, green and life on the other side.

He couldn't resist it anymore- How long has it been ever since he touched grass? How long ago did he breath fresh air, or say, how long ago did he drink water or ate a fresh fruit? He was always between this jail within his mind where he was forced to live every memory and regret, or he was being tortured, brainwashed, or experimented on by those crazy sons of bitches that were those damn Russians! He still thought of Eleven sometimes, was she okay? He wondered as his feet kept touching the grass, the wind blew on his body and he soon found himself naked, he didn't know why, but he sat down on the soft grass as the gentle breeze psssed by- He started to feel light, chuckles escaping his mouth as he rolled around the grass as a sense of peace filled his entire being, he felt euphoria for the first time in years! "I'm glad to see you are having such a good time." His body froze, and in an instant, he was up and looking at where that voice came from- There, just between on the tall grass, stood the devil himself.

His father always said him and his kind- Meaning, the Queers- would go to hell where the Devil would do many evil things to him and he used to believe amd fear it, but that was old story because looking at this devil? He wouldn't mind if he did many evil things to him at all. Tall, taller than him, green emerald eyes with black pupils, red skin and black hair on his head and face, forming this beard too, and oh- He had hair on his body as well, his chest and hard muscles, or his shoulders and arms and right above his- Oh... He was also naked. Is this hell? Because thinking about it, Billy can see how giving him everything he wants and then taking it away would be something the devil would certainly do to torture him in hell. "Would you like an apple?" The devil smiled, and Billy understood the meaning of devilish then and there because- Damn, don't judge him, the Devil is the literal personification of temptation and Billy is feeling really tempted right now! "Or maybe some water... You seem..." The guy looked down at him before smirking with a toothy grin, Billy could see the sharp canines and the forky tongue as he licked his ruby lips, his crimson skin reflected the sun's light almost too perfectly to show him the swinging tail on the Devil's back- It was swaying like a cat's tail, a cat who found a prey.

"Thirsty." He finished his sentence, and only then did Billy Hargrove look down at himself- Billy Hargrove is not a lucky bastard, but to have a hard on in front of the devil was pretty lucky in his honest opinion!

-Scene Cut-

"No, I'm not THE Satan™, my name's Lucifer though." That was how their conversation was started. "But I am a demon."

How the hell did their conversation turned into this?

"But i think that Paradise Lost satan really said "i tried to do something and i failed, and now i realize that i was always destined to fail, and i want revenge for that but i also see that my every effort to spite authority will just satisfy that authority more. so i guess i will just be as good as i possibly can be at the role that i now know i was always meant to play, in which the more i succeed, the more i'll disgrace myself. i cannot escape. i never could have escaped. i am going to be the adversary, and i am going to destroy myself, and there is nothing i can do about it. ok. ok. let's get started." in a way that made the poem so filled with daddy issues that you could make a full list of it!" Lucifer, as he was called, ironically enough, smiled at the end of his sentence and emphasized by making a gesture with his hand and rolling out an endless piece of parchment paper that stretched across the horizon, and Billy no longer could see it.

They've been talking for days, weeks, months even, and Billy found himself enjoying the company- Whenever he was hungry, he'd eat, whenever he was thristy, he'd drink, and whenever he was tired, he'd sleep. But Lucifer (Still can't get over his name) explained to him- Lucifer had a power, the power to control perception, so he could make 1 second look and feel like a whole eternity if he wanted to, which made healing himself mentally to much easier being here- However, he was warned that once this came to an end, he'd be back inside his body and would wake up in the real world. Lucifer would grant him anything, ANYTHING if he agreed to once out of here, he'd do one thing for him: Break his shackles.

Billy agreed- He's already here, why not take the Devil's offer and make a pact with him? "I don't make pacts, Billy." Lucifer chuckled, a grin flashing on his face as he teasingly pushed the long and blond curls out of his and put it behind his ear, whispering on his ear: "I make deals, contracts, unbreakable by my will..." Aaaaand...

Billy was hard again.

-Scene Cut-

Living a thousand years in a second was easy for Lucifer, but he gave Billy time and help to heal- How? He slowly taught him how to first control his emotions, his consciousness was here with Lucifer while his body was asleep somewhere, his mind wiuld be trained but his power not, which Lucifer would help with as soon as he was free! At first, Lucifer enjoyed Billy's presence because he asked questions, he was a curious young mind searching for answers, some he had and some he didn't, to those he could only give a promise of an answer in the future while archiving the thought inside his mind palace, a place he had full control over.

Building one was easy to him, but teaching others to build one? Not so much.

Billy seemed to have some form of Telepathy, weak and untrained, but they had time- Powers that work with the mind would continue to grow as they trained them, and even if Billy's hard work is wasted once he returns to the real world, his experience with it will certainly help... Experience. Lucifer smiled as he looked at the Garden of Eden, a garden created inside his mind to be his own form of Heaven where he had anything he wished, here he decided- Maybe he should teach Billy something new to give him the experience? He could train muscle memory later, but the knowledge and experience would be there when he goes back to his body!

Oh, to be a teacher...

It ain't easy.


Capítulo 264: Perception and Perspective [#3]

Time... Time is relative, Lucifer knew it to be as his perception and perspective of it shaped gow he saw time and how time moved according to his will and imagination. His tail swayed from side to side as he observed the naked young man lying on the grass, watching the endless blue sky as the clouds took shapes and forms of the thing Billy perceived them to be: "Hey look, it's a bunny." Lucifer look at where he was pointing and saw the fluffy cloud, but to him it wasn't a bunny at all, he placed his fingers just around the clouds and pulled it back, from his perspective his fingers reached the clouds and the sky was under his fingertips, on the palm of his hands- So when he pulled? A small fluffy cloud stood now on his hand as it shaped itself to be a bunny, Billy's eyes just widened as his eyebrows raised for a second- He hadn't seen Lucifer use his powers so actively before, he'd just control the things around this Garden as it was just a dream according to him...

But it didn't feel like one.

"The fuc-" He couldn't even finish his sentence when the cloud bunny poofed, and standing on Lucifer's hand was a real white bunny with red eyes, but the problem that it was small enough to sit on the palm of his hand! "Isn't he cute?" Lucifer chuckled as the bunny grew in size until it was big enough to be the size of a small child, it hopped aroumd the grass before it started eatig the grass, Billy looked from the bunny to the devil and said: "Huh, that's cool." Billy's power were really weird to him- I mean, when he gets really angry his body morphs into this flesh thing full of muscle and bone spikes, but when he's calm enough he can telepathically communicate with people- Satan, or rather, Lucifer, explained it a little to him when he started training him on the art of Telepathy. "Mind over Matter, Billy." He didn't know what that phrase truly was until he saw how Lucifer shaped the world around him with his mind alone: "Hey, Luci?" With a heavy, heavy sigh Lucifer turned to look at the grinning asshole that was Billy Hargrove and answered annoyed- He didn't quite liked the nickname Luci: "Yes, Billy my dear beloved wife?"

"Asshole." Billy answered back even though Lucifer knew- He was embarrassed. Why? Because Lucifer took as to tease him a hobby nd a passion, always flirtatious, calling him sweet names- Which promptly led Billy Hargrove to aggressively flirt back, like it was some kind of competition, with time it turned from them teasing and flirting with each to them acting like an old, old, old couple- I mean, they already knew a lot from each other, so they could be considered almost married at this point? "Anyway, Luci, how much time we've been here?" It wasn't clear how much time passed, because time didn't move here- Well, not exactly! Decades, Years, months, days, hours, minutes, seconds, milliseconds? They existed outside, but here time moved according to Lucifer's perception of it, and since he could perceive as he wanted it to be- Time didn't exist in his garden, because it didn't need to! "Well... If i would to place a counting of time to this place and the moment you arrived, then we've spent about 5 human years, 8 humans months, 3 human weeks, 5 human days, 6 human hours, 4 human seconds, and 4- no, 5 human milliseconds right about... Now."

"... what?"

"Well, on the outside, not even a second has passed yet- It's about, like, [21:30] right now and you're on your cell and my body's on my cell again." Lucifer puffed a black smoke from his mouth, like he was inhaling a cigarette: The black smoke moved and turned into this flat screen that showed Billy the outside world, his body lying down on the ground as he was sleeping and Lucifer's body as he was sitting down on the metallic floor of his cell as his shackles glowed with golden runes- "So that's the thing i need to break to free you?" Billy whispered to Lucifer, and the demon answered: "Well yes, it'll probably burn you but if you can break just one i can probably take tbe others out too, so if you can break them all, break them, but if you can break only one break only one." Lucifer's tail swayed right beneath Billy's feet, sometimes it was pointy like a demon's tail, and sometimes it was fluffy like a cow's tail: "And if it comes to that... Cut off my legs and arms." Billy coughed in surprise, he choked on his spit right as Lucifer said that-

"The fuck? Why the fuck would i do that?" He screamed in disbelief, i mean, why the fuck would he cut off Lucifer's arms and legs when he needs those to- "Don't worry Billy~ I can regrow them rather easily." As if to demonstrate, he took his tail and pulled it off with all his might, tearing it out of his body with a gush of blue-black blood on the green grass, then, where the blood swooped off, another tail began to grow faster than the last one was even ripped off.

To his horror, Lucifer didn't even blink when he did that- As if he didn't care or didn't feel the pain at all. "What the fuck Lucifer!" As Lucifer's face morphed from his confident and familiar smirk into a unknown and open confused and worried expression, like a puppy who brought their owner a dead lizard they caught just to be scolded by their owner's angry voice- I brought you a damn gift and that's how you react?- But Lucifer did something that to Billy was unnatural- He ripped off a part of his own body without hesitation just to show him he could do it! I mean, in this place they can feel pain, thirst, hunger, and tired, this was so they didn't forget their own bodily functions after years of living inside this paradise, which was why the sensations were the same here and out there. "You can't just rip off you own tail to show me you can do it- I can't even consider the thought of hurting you and yet you hurt yourself so willy nilly? The fuck!?" Lucifer knew his memories, because not only did Billy show them to him, Lucifer also explored them with Billy's consent to find out what they could do to help him, so Lucifer knew how he saw pain and violence- As a trigger.

But what confused Lucifer was- Triggers only apply to Billy's body, so why does he seem so angry that he hurt himself? I mean, it certainly wasn't the first nor the last time he did such thing, pain was an everyday sensation to him for the last 10 years- since they placed those shackles on his body, i mean, because they burn like fire like all the time! "Uh... I don't think i understand...?" Lucifer tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy, his horns held a bit of grass from when they were rolling around in it moments before they laid down to look at te clouds: "Like, it's not a big deal, so why are you even so angry?"

This time it was Billy's turn to be confused, confused but also extremely pissed off that Lucifer didn't care about his own body! "What do you even mean by fucking normal?" Billy's eyes turned red as anger filled his mind for a moment, just for him to take a deep breath like he was taught to and calm down, slowly calm down- But he couldn't, not when it came to Luci! "There is nothing normal about this shit Lucifer!" He moved his arm to slap the ground to emphasize his statement and and express his anger, only so see Lucifer- His rock, his stable place, the demon that was more of an angel to him, his... beloved- flinch. And like that, Billy's anger turned into cold realization, that he turned into his own father.

Meanwhile, Lucifer flinched for a reason- The impact made the earth tremble, and he flinched because the impact was inside his own mind, shaking the strong foundations but making him loose his concentration for a slight second, which made his consciousness slip and flicker like a holographic image, which made it look like he flinched. "I... I think it's best for me to go." Billy couldn't stay here now, he felt too much like his father, and he needed time to gather himself to apologize properly- But not here, out there, this place was too good for someone, something like him right now. "Uhm, okay?" Lucifer was truly confused right now, but if Billy wanted to leave, he could only let him go for now and maybe talk to him later?

As the sight of the garden faded away, Lucifer left him with one last gift- A dreamless night. Billy woke up the next morning feeling like he spent five years asleep when in fact, he slept from [21:30] to [05:00] (9PM to 5AM for those who can't count past 12), which was realistically not a lot of time- But time is a weird soup, and this weird soup is really relative to one's perception and understanding of it in many different ways. 'I fucked up, didn't i?' Feeling sorry for himself wasn't gonna be a good enough apology, instead he focused on what he could do to apologize- And the only thing that came to mind was that he had to break the shackles to properly apologize to that devilish man. Luci (He pretended to hate this nickname, but he really loved it when he called him that) explained and planned with him how he could remove those shackles, he said he'd get control back of his body and then he'd cross paths with him the very next morning when they would go their ways- Billy had to do the soldier training while Lucifer was a soldier, so theh would go to the same place but in different hours unless Lucifer altered time again, making so they had the same time to go to the same place.

So now, at [05:05], he woke up and wore his training gear and prepared himself mentally- Flesh and bone, strength is necessary but finesse is even more important. His Telepathy was weaker than when he was inside the dream, but here he could do something he could never inside that garden- He could control someone's mind for a split second to make them do something he wanted them to.

Like, for example, help him get rid of the shackles, or maybe ignore him as he gets rid of it.

Regardless, as the door of his cell opened, he saw the same guards who would "escort" him to the training area wait for him- Like they waited for a soldier. That's Lucifer's doing, he no longer was a new agent being brainwashed, to everyone he already was a soldier under them and would follow their everh command- They thought he already was brainwashed. 'Thanks, Luci.' He sent this throught to that man in hopes he'd hear it, but the accuracy of his Telepathy was not that great so he continued to walk forward down the long hall...

He remembers how after the whole mall thing with the meat monster, that girl- Eleven, he knows her name, Jane... After he died, someone touched his chest and he woke up, his body reacted and he made a heart for himself because he thought he couldn't live without one, and now that it is pulsing inside him alongside his whole body... He knows he will survive this.

Only one thing he has to do- break the restrains of the devil.


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