𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙁𝙊𝙐𝙍
ミ★ ( seven deadly sins, act one ) ★彡

Lucifer didn't want Stiles out of her sight once she noticed the sign at the front desk. She had urgently requested the two teenage girls to go find him as she didn't know who the motel was targeting to commit suicide yet, but she didn't want to risk Stiles being one of them, especially since he was helping her. She would prefer to be cautious about these things when she's usually known for being quite reckless.

The human boy was with them minutes later saying that he was getting a bad feeling from the place. "The last time I saw Scott act the way he did with me was during the full moon." Allison told them after explaining how Scott had wondered his way into her room and into the bathroom, before he snapped out of it a few seconds later, barely remembering how he had gotten there or what he did.

"Yeah, he was definitely a little off with me too, but actually it was Boyd who was really off. I watched him put his fist through the vending machine." Stiles told them.

"See, it is the motel." Lydia threw her hands up. "Either we need to get out of here right now, or someone needs to learn how to do an exorcism ASAP, before the werewolves go crazy and kill us." She said digging into the bedside table and grabbing the Bible out.

Stiles looked at Lucy who looked at the Bible in distaste, she then looked at Stiles to see the look he was giving her. "What?" She asked him. "I don't have that experience. I'm used to possessing people not exorcising them."

"What if it's not just the motel? The number in the office went up by three, right?" The human boy began to think out loud.

"Are you suggesting these are sacrifices?" Lucy asked him.

Stiles look a cautious step closer towards them. "What if this time it's three werewolves?"

"Scott, Issac and Boyd." Allison realised with wide eyes, reminding Lucy of an innocent puppy.

"Maybe we were meant to come here." Stiles theorised.

"Exactly! So can we get the hell out of here now?" Lydia exclaimed. "Please?" She pleaded the group, walking closer towards them.

Stiles grabbed the Bible that Lydia held and began to flick through it, seeing it had a bunch of newspaper clippings in it. "What is that?" Allison asked.

28-YEAR-OLD MAN HANGS HIMSELF IN THE INFAMOUS GLEN CAPRI

LOCAL KARATE INSTRUCTOR COMMITS HARA-KIRI AT THE GLEN CAPRI

MODERN-DAY ROMEO AND JULIET SUICIDES CONTINUE AT THE GLEN CAPRI MOTEL

Lydia then points out how all the clippings mention the room 217. "So if every room has a Bible..." Allison started to trail.

"There could be articles in all the rooms." Lydia finished, realising where Allison was going with her sentence.

Lucy snorted quietly and looks around the room at the irony of it all. "Oh, God isn't gonna help anyone here. I can tell you that much right now."

"Isn't this just a beautiful thing? Most places leave a mint underneath the pillow. This one leaves a record of all the horrible deaths that occurred." Stiles says sarcastically as he goes through the clips of papers.

"What if the room next door has the one about the couple?" Lydia asked her best friend.

"It's gonna have a lot more than just a couple, it's one of the worst." Lucy told the strawberry blonde.

"Is that why that person tried to kill you?" Allison suggested and Stiles looked horrified at the thought of it. He can imagine that the person is no longer walking the earth after pulling that stunt. He doesn't really want to go into the room either to witness the aftermath—he knows she would've left quite the mess in her wake.

Lucy shrugged. "I can't be killed." She simply stated. "But that doesn't mean that there isn't any danger here for anyone else."

The group all looked at each other before they ran to the room with Lucy following after them slowly.

Stiles grabbed the door handle, but couldn't open it due to it being locked. "That was not locked before." Lydia informed them.

"Forget about it. We need to get Scott, Isaac and Boyd out of here." Allison said and Stiles left the door to go get them before they all heard the sound of a handsaw being started.

They all stared back at the door. "I'm not the only one who heard that, am I?" Lydia asked hesitantly, hoping she wasn't going crazy again. She's usually the only one that can hear things that other people can't. She just hopes that this isn't the case again also as this place was really starting to freak her out.

"It sounds like someone turned the handsaw on."
Allison stated and Lucy immediately was at the door, using her body to barge it open.

"Handsaw?" Stiles asked, alarmed just as Lucy managed to get the door open to reveal Ethan standing in the room holding the handsaw up, about to press it against his body. "Hey, no, Ethan, don't!" Stiles yelled out and ran towards him and tried to pull the handsaw away from him.

Lydia instantly looked for the power outlet while the two boys struggled against each other, she immediately unplugged it, letting the handsaw fall to the ground and away from a suicidal Ethan.

Ethan then let out his claws and went to claw out his stomach but Lucy grabbed him by his arms and pinned them away from his body. "Dimittite maledictionem." Her eyes flashed black and she growled out before she banged Ethan's head against a paint bucket.

Ethan groaned as he fell to the ground holding his head and then sat up looking at the group, the possession gone. The werewolf looked confused. "What just happened?" He asked them.

"I just saved your ass. The motel must've put a curse on you that was about to drive you to commit suicide... I got rid of it. You're welcome." Lucy explained and the werewolf didn't give them time to add anything else before he ran out of the room.

The group following after him pestering him with more questions about what had just happened. Although, Ethan wasn't having a bar of it, "Didn't you hear what I just said? I don't know how I got there or what I was doing." Ethan snapped as he tried to get some distance between them. He gestures towards Lucy, "She already explained what happened to me."

"Okay, you could be a little bit more helpful, you know? We did just save your life." Stiles requested him.

"And you probably shouldn't have." Ethan retorted before walking towards his room.

They stared at where he disappeared to for a moment before Lydia turned to her group of friends with a sigh, "What now?"

"Lydia and I will find Scott, you guys grab Isaac and Boyd." Allison said from the last step on the stairs. "The best thing we can do is get them out of this place."

The two girls walked away and left Lucy and Stiles alone. She looked over at the human boy who seemed anxious. "What now?" She asked him.

"Everything that's happening right now to us... has happened before." He said to her.

Lucy made a face. "What?"

"Last year, Lydia had a birthday party and she poisoned everyone with wolfsbane, causing them to all freak out and act weird." He said and Lucy snorted lightly, she liked Lydia a little bit more now. "She didn't know she was doing it at the time."

"Possession seems to cause that." She shrugged.

"Do you really possess people?" Stiles then asked, remembering how she had said she had experience in possessing people and how she had growled something in Ethan's ear before he snapped out of whatever trance he was in.

"I can, I just don't do it anymore. It's too much effort and I'm lazy. Most demons can possess people, and most can undo it. I can just do it better and faster." She explained to him as she began to walk towards the rooms.

"Your majesty." Axel suddenly appeared in front of her and Stiles, causing him to jump in fright slightly. "The motel is doing its duty again with one of your new little friends." He warned her.

Her eyebrows raised. "Which one?"

"Vernon Boyd." He told her. "He's drowning."

Lucy immediately disappeared and went towards Boyd's room as Stiles ran after her, by the time he had gotten to his room and towards the bathroom, Lucy was already ripping the large and heavy, safe off of Boyd and throwing it against the wall, not caring that it caused a large hole in the wall and pulled the beta werewolf out from the bathtub, but he was still unconscious.

"Axel!" She yelled out. "Get him out of it, now!" She yelled and Boyd instantly sat up, roaring with his eyes glowing and his teeth bared, "Deditionem." She snarled at him.

She then heard whimpering coming from out underneath the bed and walked over towards it, lifting the bed sheets to show Isaac hiding underneath it. Lucy smirked. "This one too." She said and then yanked Isaac out from underneath the bed.

Lucy then looked at Stiles. "Call Lydia and Allison. We need to find Scott now." She said walking out of the room, realising that they had stopped two of the deaths but one was left—it might not have taken the whole three, but the motel was still going to try and get someone killed.

That person being Scott if they didn't get to him fast enough.

He pulled out his phone and began to text them. "Why is this happening?" He asked her, seeing how she had a firm understanding of why things were going down at the motel.

"Just know that the motel owners made a shady deal with a shady demon to make their business successful and it didn't work out the way they wanted it to." She explained just as the two girls approached them.

"We can't find Scott anywhere." Allison told them.

"It's happening to him too, isn't it?" Stiles asked Lucifer.

"It has to be." She confirmed as they walked down the steps. The sound of a flare being lit up then caught her attention as she appeared by it, seeing Scott standing there drenched in gasoline, holding up a lit flare.

"Scott..." Allison said cautiously as they walked towards him.

"There's no hope." Scott spoke, his face painted with distraught and despair.

Tears welled up in Allison's eyes. "What do you mean, Scott?" She asked him, shaking her head. "There's always hope."

"Not for me. Not for Derek." He said to his ex-girlfriend.

"Derek wasn't your fault." Allison reminded him. "You know Derek wasn't your fault."

"Every time I try to fight back, it just gets worse. People keep getting hurt. People keep getting killed." The werewolf said looking at the ground.

"Scott, listen to me, okay?" Stiles said taking a step closer, Lucy went to grab him but he shook her arm off and walked closer to him. "This isn't you, alright? This is someone—or something—inside your head telling you to do this. Okay? Now—"

"What if it isn't?" Scott interrupted him. "What if it is just me? What if doing this is actually the best thing that I could do for everyone else?" He asked beginning to cry. "It all started that night, the night I got bitten. You remember the way it was before that? You and me, we were—we were nothing. We weren't popular. We weren't good at lacrosse. We weren't important. We were no one. Maybe I should just be no one again. No one at all."

A tear fell from Stiles' eye as Scott spoke and held up the flare higher. "Scott, just listen to me, okay?" He says taking little steps towards his friend. "You're not no one. Okay? You're someone, you're—Scott, you're my best friend. Okay? And I need you. Scott, you're my brother."

"Stiles, just say the word and I'll handle this all." Lucy said anxiously as she saw him step closer towards Scott. She didn't want Stiles to die in this situation, she liked him a lot and didn't want to lose him as a friend while she was still on Earth.

Stiles didn't respond to her but walked right in the puddle of gasoline. "Alright, so... if you're gonna do this, then..." He said holding onto the flare. "I think you're just gonna have to take me with you. Alright?" He said to Scott, despite the protests from the devil.

The girls watched crying as Lucy looked worried at the scene in front of them, the look of relief flashed in the devil as she saw Stiles grab the flare off of Scott and threw it away from the gasoline. The two boys looked at each other crying softly.

A wind then blew, the flare rolling back towards the gasoline and Lucy yelled out and pushed the boys away from the gasoline and onto the ground as a second later it erupted into flames. Lucy looked back to see Axel holding up what seemed to be a darach in the flames, she looked at Lydia to see her also staring at the fire, seeing exactly what she had seen.

The Glen Capri didn't just make a deal with a demon, he had made a deal with a darach.

As they lied there, Lucy looked at Stiles. "I'm going to need a stiff drink after this." She said as she walked towards the bus. "And I'm going to sleep on the bus—because I don't know about you guys, but I would want to be as far away as possible from that motel." She said and the group immediately followed after her.

The next morning, Coach Finstock walked onto the bus to see the group sleeping on the bus. "I don't even want to know." He said to the group when he noticed the group of sleeping teenagers on the bus, waking them up. "In case you missed the announcement, the meeting has been canceled. We're heading home. Pack it in." He said to them all, he then looked at the kids behind him who were trying to get on the bus. "Pack it in!"

Ethan walked towards them and sat next to Scott. "I don't know what happened last night, but I'm pretty sure you saved my life."

"Actually, we saved your life." Stiles but in pointing at himself and Lucy. "But not that it matters that much, it's just—it's minor detail." Lucy smacked his arm to get him to stop talking.

"And because of that, I'm gonna give you something." The alpha werewolf said to Scott. "We're pretty sure Derek's still alive. But he killed one of ours. That means one of two things can happen. Either he joins our pack.."

"And he kills his own." Scott added in.

"Or Kali goes after him, and we kill him." Ethan finishes. "That's the way it works."

"You know, your little code of ethics there is sort of barbaric, just F.Y.I." Stiles said to Ethan as he got up from the seat and went to sit back next to Danny. As Coach Finstock walked along the bus aisle, Lydia noticed something on his t-shirt, just beneath the whistle. "Hey, Ethan, I wanted to—"

"Coach, can I see your whistle for a second?" She asked and grabbed it from his neck, interrupting Stiles, and not letting him give a response whether she could or couldn't, and instead of arguing he just told her that he would need it back.

Lydia sat back down and covered the end of the whistle before she blew into it, she then looked at her palm and showed the purple powder substance that was left on her hand. "Wolfsbane."

"I guess you were on the right track when you spoke to me about everyone being poisoned at Lydia's birthday party with wolfsbane." Lucy told Stiles.

"So every time the coach blew the whistle on the bus, Scott, Isaac, and Boyd—" Stiles began.

"And Ethan." Lydia added.

"We all inhaled it." Scott realised.

"You were all poisoned by it." Allison realised also.

"So that's how the darach got into their heads. That's how he did it." Stiles also realised. Lucy then slapped him upside the head remembering how he was the one that got Finstock to blow the whistle a hundred times while on the way to the meet. Stiles then grabbed the whistle from Lydia's hands and threw it out the bus window as the bus drove off, ignoring Finstock's yells.

"You brought me a moth." Lucy smiled sarcastically at Stiles as she held up the moth. "How sweet." He then slammed down a box. "And a ouija board. Is this your way of telling me you're in love with me?"

Stiles rolled his eyes. "It's not for you. It's for Lydia so she can find Scott's boss." He told her.

Lucifer looked around the room. "Well so far I don't see her. All I see is you, me, a moth and this ouija board all alone in this classroom, and let me tell you, it looks like we're about to get freaky in the weirdest way possible."

Stiles looked around and back at Lucy and then sighed. "It does, doesn't it?" He said and then ran a hand over his face, if anyone walked in at that moment they would definitely get the wrong idea. At that moment, Lydia walked into the room with a another girl following behind her. Lucy read her. Cora Hale, werewolf, sinner of wrath. "It's not what it looks like." Stiles immediately said to them.

     "Then what is it?" Lydia asked cautiously as she placed her bag down and sits at the desk.

     "This is to find Scott's boss, you know, the guy that's saved our asses on multiple occasions?" Stiles says as he pulls out the parts and places it in front of them.

     "Do we all do this?" Cora asked.

     "Yeah." Stiles answered and they all rolled their eyes and placed their hands on the planchette while Lucy sat back at watched. Stiles looked at her, motioning her to join in.

     Lucy raised her eyebrow. "It's probably best I don't join in." She said in a reminding tone, "Otherwise we might actually leave with someone we didn't want."

     Stiles nodded his head remembering that she was the devil and it was definitely best that she didn't, not knowing what they would contact if she joined in. He looked back at Cora and Lydia and asked them if they were ready, to which they said yes. "Where's Doctor Deaton?" He then asked.

     Everyone looked at Lydia expectantly, to which she then said, "What?"

     "Aren't you gonna answer it?" Stiles asked and Lucy snorted, covering it with a cough when Stiles turned to glare at her.

     "Oh, I don't know the answer. I thought we were asking some sort of spirit." She told them.

     "Well, do you know any spirits?" Cora asked her.

     Lydia looked at Stiles. "Is she for real?" Stiles then groaned.

     He looked at Lucy. "Can we ask Axel to find Deaton?"

     She rolled her eyes. "Axel isn't some compass that finds people, he's a demon—and might I add, he's a demon that's stuck terrorising the Glen Capri; not all of California. So no, we can't ask Axel to find Deaton."

     Stiles then sighed and reached into his pocket, pulling out a set of keys, explaining how they're Deaton's keys to the clinic. He then told Lydia that he was going to put them in her hand and she was going to try and find Deaton that way. "I'm not a psychic." Lydia points out to Stiles.

     "You're something, okay?" He yelled out. "Just try it, please?" Lydia sighed and held out her palm. Stiles hesitated for a moment before placing it into her hand and Lydia gasped softly. "What?" He asked her in case she got something from them.

     "They're cold." She told him and Stiles' eye twitched, causing Lucy to laugh again.

     "Lydia, concentrate, please? Trying to save lives here, for the love of God." He scoffed and tried to ignore Lucy's fake glare at the mention of her father.

     Lydia then closed her eyes and the rest of them watched her, waiting for a response. They waited for a few moments before Lydia clenched her eyes. "What? What is it? What do you see?" Stiles asked her.

     The strawberry blonde sighed. "Nothing." Stiles then held up a pencil. "You want to try automatic writing?" She asked and Stiles nodded his head, seriously. The girl sighed once more, grabbing the pencil and began to draw on her sketchbook.

     "What are you doing?" Stiles asked her. "What—what the hell is that?" He pointed at what she was drawing.

     "A tree." She answered innocently, continuing to sketch.

     "A tr—Lydia, you're supposed to be writing words —like in sentences—something like a location, something that would tell us where he is." The human boy began to grow frustrated at her the more he spoke.

     "Well, maybe you should've said that." She shrugged.

     "Isn't she supposed to be some kind of genius?" Cora asked Stiles.

     "Genius? Yes. Psychic, no." She answered for Stiles. Lydia then sighed as she put the pencil down, "Honestly, I don't know why you're even bothering with me anyway. I mean, especially since it's obvious you should be talking to Danny."

     Stiles head snapped towards Lydia. "Wait, what? Why Danny?"

     "Because..." Scott then walked into the room holding his shoulder, catching their attention. "Last night he was a target. But it wasn't a sacrifice."