i'm so sorry || lucifer & nolan

As Lucifer Montgomery gazed over the infirmary, all he saw was death and destruction. The beds and cots and chairs were filled with injured and dying kids. Some were embracing the fact that they were dying and some were coming to terms with it. Others were rebelling against their own deaths. They were going to go out the same way they had been brought into this world; kicking and screaming. Lu's sight flickered over to a nine year old, blonde girl in a chair coughing slightly. Her skin was pale and she looked feeble and broken.

Lucifer padded softly over to the girl and knelt down beside her. "Are you alright, love?" He asked quietly. Her eyes were lifeless and cold. The girl just stared at him with an emotionless expression. She cocked her head slightly and Lu asked again, "I said, are you alright? Do you need anything be-" he was cut off by a low snarl. Lu narrowed his eyes and began to back away from the nine year old but suddenly her eyes had gone dark. It's like they were instantly filled with... hunger.

The girl jumped out at Lu with her arms stretched toward his throat. Lucifer scrambled away and fell into a table of supplies, knocking a tray to the floor. The tray hit the wood floor with a  crash and then all hell broke loose in the infirmary. Several patients took up arms and most of the staff freaked out and drew their bows and arrows. "NO!" Lucifer shouted, his voice thundering across the room. The demigods fell silent as Lucifer grabbed the little girl. He had his arms wrapped firmly around her midsection, securely her arms at her sides.

"Nobody touches her." He said in a strange voice. His own voice sounded far away as he numbly walked to the infirmary door, unaware of his own actions. He felt like he was watching a movie of his own life. Lu slammed the infirmary doors shut and set the girl down on the ground. He kept her at an arms distance away from him and he knelt down so he could look her in the eye. She was rabid and snarling and obviously no longer alive. She must have died while he was asking her questions.

"I'm sorry this fate has come upon you. You had a long life ahead of you, love. You could have been the next president or the next Whitney Houston. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he whispered. His voice was a dark mixture of sadness and emptiness. In one swift motion, Lu reached out and twisted her to the side with a sharp crack and she fell to the ground with a sickening thud, obviously no longer undead.

The son of Apollo, the god of healing, stood up and looked down at the broken form on the ground. He let out a sigh and turned back to the Infirmary where the cries of the living weren't much louder than those of the dead.

As Lucifer turned to open the door, a moan stopped him in his tracks. Lu froze where he stood and didn't move or make a sound. Another moan ripped through the air and without thinking twice, Lu slipped a hand into his pocket and pulled free a sharp, celestial bronze-steel dagger. He turned and with a snap of his wrist he threw the dagger. With a sick crunch, the knife embedded itself in the zombie's chest and Lucifer started to jog over to the zombie to retrieve his knife and finish the hack job.

As he approached the creature, he realized with horror that the zombie wasn't really a zombie that it was just a dying boy who looked like he was a zombie. His skin was pale and drained of blood and he was covered in black, zombie blood. Lucifer raced over to the boy and with a pounding, he dropped to his knees. "Hello?" He choked out. With shaking hands, Lu pushed aside some blood on the boy's face. And who he was shocked the crap out of Lucifer.

"Nolan?" Lucifer's faced drained of color when he said that. Did he just kill the Hermes cabin leader? Worse yet, did he just kill a living person? An intense wave of emotion rolled over Lu. Who was he anymore? Minutes ago, he snapped the neck of a nine year old. Yesterday he stabbed three teenage girls and sliced their throats open and burned their bodies while they could still feel. And he felt nothing. He didn't feel sad or angry or upset or even bad. He just felt... nothing.