Warnings: Angst, implied murder. If you find another one, feel free to inbox me, so I can fix it. :)
A/N: Its 2:30am and I was struck with inspirations. You can read about Lucius more here and here, he is my own creation... if you'd like to know more about him or Luc/Luci, please inbox me.... Enjoy!
Lucius has always struggled with himself and what he was feeling. His emotions were warped during his time in the Magik Realm, and he has struggled with his guilt ever since his soul had been restored to his body.
You see, to enter the Magik Realm, and to learn Magik the true way, one must be willing to lose their soul and may choose to have it restored to them. Once the King of the Magik Realm determined that their training is over, of course.
That being said, not everyone chose to have their soul returned to them, finding it easier to simply exist without it. For some people, Magik was better when you didnt have to face the mental consequences.
"You're stuck in that place again, aren't you?" came a steady voice to Lucius's left. He smiled as he looked over to you, and noticed immediately that your brow was furrowed in concern.
"What place, my love?" he asked softly, setting down his- now cold- cup of tea. His question made you sigh and you stepped closer to the man. His shaggy brown hair had been tied back and his glasses sat perfectly on his nose. The shirt he wore was short sleeved, allowing his markings to be on display. The markings were thick, black runes that had been burned into his skin. A physical connection to his powers that seemed like tattoos to other mortals.
"Don't play coy, you know what I mean," your hands took his free one, cupping it gently before pulling it against your chest. Your eyes stared into his chocolate ones, "Talk to me about it, please?"
Lucius's eyes flicked over to the window, peering out into the street below. It was midday but the sky was dark as rain pelted the earth and blurred the lights of other homes that lined the roads.
"One of my tasks in the Magik Realm was to come to the human world..." he began, pausing when you moved to stand closer to him. He was tense as he dwelled in the past. It was something you never forced him to talk about, but he appreciated it whenever you offered to lend an ear. "Not only that, of course, but I was tasked with gathering emotions."
"For this one, right?" you kept your voice down, not wanting to disturb his train of thought even as your fingers traced over a rune that peaked out from his shirt. It was a physical connection to his magik, something humans perceived as a tattoo. However, if you looked closer, the thick, black lines were obviously burn marks. Lucius called them 'lessons', it attested to the tasks he did to gain more spells and knowledge. They hurt and often times, Lucius would wake up from the nightmares of recieving them.
"Yes... This rune allows me to better control and manipulate how others are feeling..." Lucius frowned, but it was the truth, that was his intention when he asked for the task, "However, gathering the emotions meant collecting the souls of humans during their last few moments alive. Their greatest emotion would be the one that we learned..."
You held your breath, not wanting to interfere with his story, even if you didn't like what he was about to say. You knew you wouldn't, you almost never did.
"I was thinking about Fear, and how I collected it." Lucius turned his eyes back to you, his jaw clenching and unclenching. A rune revealed itself on his temple, its lines branching out to his forehead before it faded again. It was a Rune that allowed Lucius to grant a telepathic connection. He used it often with you, showing you his memories or feelings. This time was no exception as his thoughts were poured into your brain.
Lucius stepped through the wreckage of the train. It had flew off its tracks due to an electrical malfunction and Lucius thought it would be a good time to collect the last emotion he'd been missing. Fear.
And as he passed by the strewn out bodies, he found the perfect target. A woman, with long brunette hair and deep green eyes. Blood seeped through a cut in her temple and she was gasping for breath as she tried to stand up. The train was turned on its side and it was obvious she was disoriented and frightened.
"Help!" She cried out, voice weak as she managed to stand. It wasnt long before she had tripped over another body, and it was then that Lucius somrthing about this woman. Her stomach was large, abnormally so, because she was pregnant. With twins from the looks of it, "Somebody!"
"How sad." Lucius huffed, rolling his eyes as the woman turned to him. She was clutching a broken seat, trying to pull herself up again.
"What? Wh-who?" the woman groaned in pain, clutching her stomach.
"It doesnt matter. You're going to die now." Lucius stated, his hand began glowing red. The rune on the back of said hand began to glow a deeper red as the magick activates.
"No- this can't be real... please, my children, please." the woman began to sob hysterically, scared and confused as she collapsed once more. She could only lay there, staring up as Lucius approached her. He raised his hand and-
You were pulled from the memory, your breath gone from your lungs as you struggled to catch up with yourself. Never had you seen the super dark parts of Lucius's past, even if you knew they were there. So it was jarring to experience it.
"Y/N?" the Wizards voice drew your eyes back to him and it was then that you'd noticed that you had pulled away from him. His hand was out reached, but he made no move to grab you.
"I'm so sorry," you whispered, still seeing the woman's eyes flash in front of your own. You hadn't wanted to do this, but, "I need a minute."
Lucius nodded, a numbed expression settling over his face. Yet, you couldnt bring yourself to calm the expression. Instead, you turned and left Lucius alone, with his thoughts.
"Of course." His voice was short and hung in the empty air as the door shut behind your figure. And he was forced to dwell once more in the past. He felt the tears prick at his eyes as he back handed his mug off the windowsill. He panted angrily as he struggled to contain his emotions. Flames flicked between his clenched fist as he caught his reflect in the window's cold glass. His face twisted in disgust,
