𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙎𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙀𝙉
ミ★ ( seven deadly sins, act two ) ★彡

"PUT HIM ON THE COUCH." Lucifer ordered as Aiden and Scott carried an unconscious Stiles through Scott's house.

The werewolves obeyed and placed him gently on the red coloured couch. "Guys, this is crazy. He needs to be in the hospital." Melissa McCall said shakily.

Scott turned to face his mother. "Mom, remember what happened last time he was at the hospital?"

Deaton lifted up the boys shirt to take a better look at the long wound across his stomach. "It doesn't look like he's bleeding. I think he might even be healing." He says, shocked and visibly perplexed.

Aiden did a trouble take. "You mean healing like we heal?" He asked the druid.

"That's good, right?" Scott looked at Deaton and Lucy.

"For him, yes." Lucy agreed, biting her lip. "Probably not so much for us." If he healed before they were prepared for it, it could end very badly.

"Well, if we aren't gonna kill him why aren't we at least trying him down with really big chains?" Aiden asked the group.

"I might have something more affective." Deaton said opening up his briefcase and pulling out a small glass bottle. He then looked at the werewolves to hold Stiles down while Lucy held his mouth open.

Deaton squeezed the liquid into Stiles' mouth causing him to open his eyes and immediately put his hand around Aiden's throat and squeeze hard, laughing as he watched him struggle against him. "Get him off me!" Aiden struggled to say as Scott pried his friend's hand off of the werewolf's throat.

When Scott finally managed to pull them apart, Stiles looked at his hand that was shaking heavily before flopping back against the couch, the possessed boy turned his glare to Deaton. "Kanima venom. Nice touch." He said sarcastically.

Aiden growled loudly at the boy who smirked at him in return. "You know how they say that twins get a feeling when the other one's in pain?" He asked, causing Aiden's angered face to drop to a blank face, but his thoughts were racing a million miles per hour about what danger his brother could possibly be in. "You didn't lose that talent, too, did you? Oh, I hope not. You're gonna need it."

Aiden looked at the group in shock, not knowing to trust what Stiles was saying or not. "Okay, I'll give a little hint." Stiles spoke up. "Ethan's at the school."

"Go, we'll handle it from here." Lucy ordered and Aiden went running out the door, Stiles' head following the werewolf's body, laughing at his retreating form.

"Oh, I hope he gets there in time. I like the twins." Stiles says, turning his head to face the group again. "Short tempers. Homicidal compulsions. They're a lot more fun than you bakemono trying to save the world every day — except for Lucy, of course — who's only one good talent is ruining everything she touches."

"Deaton, you brought something to paralyse his body, I sure hope you brought something to paralyse his mouth, too." Lucy smiled sarcastically and walked towards Stiles and grabbed him by the cheeks. "As much as I used to like his smart mouth, its really starting to piss me off now."

"You bet I do." Deaton said pulling out a roll of duct tape from his briefcase and ripping off a piece and placing it over Stiles' mouth.

Stiles flared at both Lucy and Scott, roaring through the duct tape to try and scare them, and then started to giggle when Scott looked away.

Deaton then pulled the group aside and away from Stiles. "How much longer do you think we have?" Scott asked his boss.

"I wish I knew." He shrugged. "But if we don't figure out something soon, we're gonna need to find a better place to keep him. I think we're grossly underestimating the danger here."

"Yeah, he might be paralysed but I still feel like he's got us right in the palm of his hand." Lucy agreed, running a hand through her black hair.

Scott looked back at Stiles, who was being tended to by Melissa, seeing how his eyes were kept on them in a blank look.

Lydia sighed. "In order to get rid of the nogitsune, the scroll said that we needed to change his body." They had been thinking about how to change Stiles' body for days now and every time they looked back at the scroll, it only left them more confused than the last time.

"That's if I even translated it correctly." Deaton said with a sigh. "We're looking for a cure that might actually be nothing more than a proverb or a metaphor."

Lucy did a trouble take. "There's a way to get the nogitsune out of him without killing him?" She asked the group.

"Didn't you know that already?" Scott asked her.

"Scott, I take care of the possessing part, I'm still new to the whole exorcism thing. If I was told to get rid of a nogitsune, I usually killed them — which is obviously out of the question for this situation." She said leaning against the table.

"And I guess the question remains — what if he doesn't want to be a werewolf?" Lydia asked Scott. "He's never asked to be one."

"Wait, you want to turn Stiles into a werewolf? Are you mad?" Lucy snapped at the true alpha. "The boy can barely handle his adderall, let alone being a werewolf."

"But what if it saves him?" Scott argued.

"And what if his body rejects the bite and kills him? You've never bitten anyone before and I doubt he'll want to be anything supernatural after this whole ordeal." Lucy argues back. "It's not happening and we'll find another way that doesn't include turning him."

"That venom is not going to last long." Deaton interrupted their argument. "Something needs to be done sooner than later." He reminded them.

"We could call Derek?" Scott suggested.

Lydia then thought of an idea. "Maybe we should call someone else." Scott looked at the strawberry blonde who shrugged innocently.

"Please don't tell me it's who I think it is." Scott begged.

"Call Peter." She confirmed it and the werewolf groaned, causing the devil to roll her eyes.

The older werewolf arrived to the house within minutes, eager to finally take a look at the possessed Stiles Stilinski.

He stalked around the boy, observing almost every inch of him before commenting, "He doesn't look like he would survive a slap across the face, much less the bite of a werewolf."

Lucifer through her hands up with an exasperated, "Thank you!" She said as he had basically confirmed exactly what she had said to Scott earlier.

"You don't think it would work?" Scott asked his former alpha.

Peter bent down in front of Stiles, the human boy never breaking his gaze from him, completely unfazed by him. "This is more a war of the mind than the body. There are better methods to winning this battle." He says straightening up.

"What kind of methods?" Deaton asked him and Peter grabbed Scott's hand and made him protrude his claws, which Stiles made a face of interest at them.

"We're gonna into his head." Peter answered.

"This is gonna be interesting." Lucy commented with a strained voice, she never really thought about getting into Stiles' head, mainly because she thought she would be slightly scarred from all the weird thoughts he would have and since he was her friend, she didn't want to invade his privacy.

Lydia pulled Peter aside as they discussed what would be the best option to do this safely as the rest of the group stayed with Stiles, while Lucy playfully flicked at Stiles' forehead to pass the time and to annoy him.

The two came back in after a few minutes of talking. "So, do we have a plan?" Deaton asked the former alpha.

Peter leaned against the back of the couch behind the human boy as he looked at the group. "Scott is going to try and dig through pale and sickly evil Stiles' mind to unearth pale and sickly real Stiles. Then guide him back from the depths of his own subconscious."

"There's no way he's doing that alone. I'm going with him." Lucy volunteered herself. If anyone was going to get Stiles back, it was going to be her. She walked over to Stiles and sat next to him, grabbing him by the face, squishing his cheeks. "I'm going to enjoy getting you out of there."

Stiles could only glare at her before turning his head to face the front again while Peter began to show Scott what to do.

"So what do we do if we find him?" Scott asked.

"You're gonna have to guide him out somehow." Peter answered as he placed Scott's class exactly where they needed to go. "Try to give him back control of his mind, his body."

"Could you elaborate on the 'somehow'?" Lydia asked nervously as she watched from the sidelines. "It's not feeling very specific at the moment."

"Improvise." Peter shrugged.

    Lucy could only chuckle, "Awesome." She scoffed.

A thought suddenly popped up in Scott's mind. "What if this is just another trick?" He asked Peter.

"When are you people going to start trusting me?" Peter counter argued with a nervous look on his face.

"I'm assuming when Hell freezes over." Lucy snorted.

"I meant him." Scott nodded his head at Stiles.

"Oh." Was all Peter could say.

Deaton then reminded Scott that they were running out of time before the kanima venom ran out and Stiles would be no longer paralysed, meaning Scott had to make the decision quickly to go ahead with it or not.

Scott closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before opening them to show his glowing red orbs. He then quickly but precisely sunk his claws into both of Stiles and Lucy's necks, making the boys eyes widen and Lucy to groan as they both began to enter Stiles' subconscious with a bright light appearing in front of their eyes.

The light disappeared, the two looked around noticing that they were strapped to two cots, only being able to move their heads and barely being able to move anything else.

"Oh, this is just great." Lucy chuckled to herself as she struggled against the straps. "This is just great. I love being strapped to a bed like this is some kinky BDSM sex dream of Stiles'. This is exactly why I never wanted to get into his head — in case I walked into something like this." She said to herself with frustration, she then noticed that the straps were leather and then shrugged to herself before bringing out her talons. "Good thing I have these to get me the fuck out of here."

Scott quickly caught on before trying to bring out his claws and cut off the straps just as the devil next to him was doing, but nothing was happening. Lucy sat up, "Do I really need to remind you that as a werewolf you have more than just your claws?" She asked him as she dropped the straps next to her.

"We're in Stiles' head." Scott argued, he figured that no one would be able to alter Lucy's DNA to change the fact that she was the devil and had all of her powers, but Stiles would be able to change the fact that he was a werewolf in his own mind. "Can you help me?"

"Scott, if you don't help yourself, you won't be able to survive his subconscious. This place is like one big mind game — it's going to keep testing you until you pass." She explained. "Focus on your strength and use that to your advantage."

Scott nodded and understood her reasoning before closing his eyes and beginning to tense and pull at the restraints, within seconds they snapped off.

"What now?" Scott asked.

"I'm assuming we go through there." Lucy points at the only door in the room which would be the exit. "Stay behind me, I guess. We may only be in Stiles' mind but that doesn't change the fact that you can die and I can't."

Scott nodded his head, agreeing with her and the fact that they wouldn't have any idea of what could be behind the door and his mind would be a minefield if different surprises.

Lucy opened the door and walked through it, the door quickly shutting behind her and not letting Scott through, the devil quickly turned around to grab the door handle to try and open it for Scott but realised that it was no longer there and she was somewhere else now.

Somewhere unfortunately all too familiar to her.

Lucifer looked around her, seeing the dead bodies of all the angels that had fallen from not being able to successfully take the nogitsunes down scattered across the battlefield.

"Look at this. This is what you did." She heard a voice say from behind her. Lucy turned around to see Gabriel standing there angrily in all his glory. "I hope you're happy, sister."

"Brother." Lucy said, startled. She hadn't of expected to see him there in this twisted memory of hers. "You know I had no control over this."

Her relationship with her older brother was very touchy as they constantly argued, but they were siblings — there was always that part of them that loved each other — but there was so much bad blood between them that it would be hard to replenish the bond that once was.

Gabriel was one of the few angels that would be able to take her down easily on his own, along with Michael. Their other angel siblings wouldn't be able to fair as well against either of them as they were created first by their father.

Gabriel took a step towards Lucifer, gritting his teeth as his feet pushed passed the dead bodies of the angels, Lucifer taking a step back with every step forward he took. "You and I both know this is exactly what you desired. You hate the fact that father is so ashamed of you and what you've done and you only continue to disappoint him."

Lucy's nostrils flared. "Enough, brother! We've had this argument a thousand times over and we always end up with the same conclusion! You act like I haven't had thousands of years to accept that and that your the constant reminder still hurts me."

Within a flash, Gabriel was in front of her, 
grabbing her by the throat and throwing her far to the side until she slid and hit the body of one of her own demons. "I don't think we've had the argument enough! You don't realise the damage you've done this time, little sister, you'll never be able to come back from this one."

Lucifer growled at his words and got up, rushing at him, tackling him to the ground. "How many times do I have to tell you that I didn't order it to do this? I ordered chaos and strife, I never ordered death on my own kind; my own family!"

Gabriel's wings unfolded from his back in all of their holy glory, if it were any one else it would've made them fall to their knees in submission, but it was something that Lucifer had seen a thousand times over, his power only matching her own.

He swung them back and the wings whacked her off of him again and sent her to the ground. He stood tall and proudly over her as he spoke once again. "My little sister, we always knew you were a troublemaker and a manipulator, but we never expected you to be a liar also. I guess time and vengeance really does change people."

His comment finally made her snap, her talons growing out of her nail beds within an instant and her eyes turning black. "You know don't know anything about me." She growled, before charging at her older brother again, the two beginning to fight each other.

"Guys, I don't know about you — but I don't think that's supposed to be happening." Lydia points to the blood that began to drip out of Lucifer's nose. "Isn't it meant to be really hard to make her bleed?"

Melissa went to go towards Lucy but Deaton blocked her. "I'm not too sure that's a good idea." He said to her, not knowing what the reaction could be if someone touched her at the moment, especially a mortal with no healing abilities.

"What's happening?" Melissa snapped. "What's happening to her?" The mother felt horrible, wishing she could do something to help after everything the devil had done to help them and now she couldn't return the favour when it was needed most.

"Something tells me that it's not exactly going to plan." Peter says as he cautiously goes towards the devil and grabs her face gently, relaxing a little as their was no reflex reaction that came with it. "Lucy, can you hear me?" He asks to her. "Lucy, what ever is happening, you're stronger than it. You need to concentrate and take it out just like you do everything else." He says, completely unaware that she was up against her brother.

Despite what everyone thought, Peter did care for his nephew and he could see how much he cared for Lucy and vice versa. He knew that Lucy couldn't die, but if it was something strong enough to make her bleed, there was no way he was taking any chances.

Lucifer fell to the ground with a thump, one last time, covered in marks that had come from her brother once more, she was tired and defeated, she wasn't sure she had much fight left in her at that point and all she wanted to do was give up.

Gabriel stood over her once again, bending over and picking her up by her throat. "Where's the big bad devil that everyone refers to you as?" He questioned, tightening his grip around her throat. "All I see is a mistake." He spat.

That's when Lucy realised — as much as they argued and fought, Gabriel never referred to her as a mistake. It was the one insult they never threw at each other, their father never made 'mistakes'; he made flaws for his humans, but he never made mistakes and to call someone that was not only insulting them, but it was insulting their father and Gabriel could never do that.

The scene in front of her began to rumble as she heard a faint roar that sounded like Peter echo through the forrest. "This isn't real. You're not real." She said to the illusion, finding her strength once more and punching her brother in the face with enough force to get him far away from her, letting her leap into the trees and towards the entrance of the forest.

The next thing she knew, she was in a large, empty, well-lit, white room with Scott, not too far away from her. He quickly ran over to her, seeing the marks and the bruises all over her that were only slowly beginning to heal. "What happened to you?"

"My brother." She struggled to say, rubbing her neck where her brother had gripped, trying to soothe it. She then spotted something in the corner of her eye and turned her body towards it to get a better look, seeing that it was Stiles and the nogitsune playing a game of Go on top of the nemeton tree stump. "No way." She said, lightly slapping Scott's arm to look at it.

The two began to run towards the two, but with every step they took, Stiles and the nogitsune got further and further away from them. "Stiles!" They both called out, trying to get the human boy's attention. "Stiles, over here!" Scott yelled out, waving his arms around.

"He won't hear you, Scott." Lucy said. "Not like this." She then realised.

"What?" Scott asked turning his head to her, out of breath. "What do you mean?"

"Stiles is part of your pack. He's human, but he's still part of the pack." Lucy began to explain.

Scott stood up straighter. "Yeah, of course he is."

Lucifer groaned. "I can't believe we forgot about this." She said. "Forget about the fact that we are in Stiles' mind right now and that anything but the obvious is possible. How do wolves signal their location to the rest of the pack?" She said putting her hand on Scott's shoulder, with a mischievous look in her eye as Scott looked at her in shock.

His facial expression asking her if what he was thinking was what she meant.

Scott then realised when she nodded her head in response, as he began to shift, catching the nogitsune's attention. "They howl." The true alpha answered.

Scott took a deep breath in and then let out a large rumbling howl, catching Stiles' attention. He looked over at the two before looking back at the nogitsune and shoved all of the game pieces off of the board making the nogitsune angrily roar back at him.

Scott, Stiles and Lucy then all simultaneously opened their eyes with a gasp and Scott removed his claws from the both of them.

"Did it work?" Scott panted, immediately going around the front of the couch towards Stiles as Lucy turned her body towards the human boy as well. "Did it work?" Scott asked again.

"What happened?" Lydia asked the two of them.

"Why didn't it work?" Scott asked defeated as he stared at the unconscious Stiles.

"Because it's not science, it's the supernatural." Peter rolled his eyes. He turned to Lydia and quietly said, "I did my part. Now give me the name."

"What name?" Scott asked. "What are you talking about?"

Peter then pulled Lydia aside once again, away from prying ears. "Lydia, a deal is a deal. Even with me."

Lydia leaned over and whispered into his ear. "Malia."

Within a split second, Stiles sat up and ripped off the tape as he began to regurgitate and gag out a bandage that was coming out of his throat. Everyone looked in disgust as he pulled out more and more.

Stiles then fell to the floor on his hands and knees as he threw up the rest of the bandage.

A hand then came out of the pile of bandages, soon followed by a head and then the rest of the body that seemed like it was the nogitsune.

The nogitsune stood and moved towards the group that had backed up against the wall, and Lucy, Peter and Scott shoved him back against the couch. "Hold him!" Lucy grunted.

"We're trying!" Peter argued.

The nogitsune struggled against them and Scott then realised that it looked like he was trying to take off the wrap that was covering him, telling the group to stop. The alpha then began to help pull off the bandages.

The group cautiously looked as Scott revealed Stiles behind the bandages. "Scott?" Stiles asked.

"Scott." Deaton grabbed the alpha's attention, getting them to realise the real nogitsune had taken Lydia and ran, leaving them no where in sight.

"Where the hell are they?" Lucy asked angrily as Scott ran out of the front door that was left wide open calling out to the red headed banshee.

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