Trapped [in the scary box]

[thisducks]

So, maybe he'd messed up a little in his desire to make up with his daughter and now, he's paying for it. Everything's gone quiet in this big empty warehouse of a space, the room impossible to see into as dark as it is, and it's left him utterly alone with his thoughts. Around his limbs that are slowly going numb as time ticks on he can feel the warmth of the holy steel, faintly echoing the throb of his heart, making a prisoner of his body while the silence does the same to his mind. The latter, for someone like him, is infinitely worse.

It leaves him there to feel like an utter fool, of course it does, and worse that not only does Vox know the ugly truth of his punishment, but so does everyone. The sinners that he only kept in any kind of line through that great deception now can make everything just that much worse. How is he supposed to protect Charlie from their filth now when they know not only can he do nothing for her, there's damn little he can do for himself?

Every time he tries to help the ones he loves, he just makes it... worse. Charlie screaming at him, anger and tears in her eyes, it just keeps playing on repeat in his mind, only as the night goes on to be replaced by her mother. Just how angry will Charlie be with him when she finds out he's gotten himself stuck like this? The abuse his own mind forces upon him drags him further and further down that spiral until his head sags, body slumping as much as it's able in his imprisonment.

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[thisducks]

Of course he isn't enjoying it! No one enjoys being pet like a dog by someone they don't like, never mind someone they find utterly repulsive. Lucifer has to bite back a growl on that, the anger bubbling up hot in his gut. Every little nugget of sound or reaction he gives Vox he knows the sinner is just eating up, but he can't control all of it.

Like the very faint quiver that runs through the wing being ruffled, but it gives no more than that.

"You really do enjoy talking just to hear yourself talk, don't you?" because it's nearly as annoying as the touching and the pain and just as unavoidable. The worst ones just never. shut. up. Vaggi had been so surprised to hear that he hadn't been paying attention to what Vox was saying about his daughter, and this was exactly why - because it just became noise, endless noise, unless he tuned it out.

[tvdemon]

Vox's grin widens a little further again, catching on that Lucifer's attitude problem is returning. Protest for the sake of protest, but it's all hollow and helpless. All it does is give Vox an excuse to play rougher. To punish. Any good ruler squashes an uprising before it can truly begin, after all.

"Yeah. Sounds about right, actually!" A mean chuckle leaves him, like it's all a big joke. In a way, it is. "But ya know what? Enjoying the little things in life is what makes you a happier person. Or... The little things in the afterlife!"

Without warning, his claw tightens around the top of Lucifer's wing, squeezing and applying pressure at a somewhat unnatural angle. His fingers crackle, electricity dancing along the digits before shooting down into Lucifer's body through the wing bone. It's a nice, good jolt, but not a very lengthy one.