𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙒𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙔 𝙁𝙄𝙑𝙀
ミ★ ( seven deadly sins, act three ) ★彡

     LUCIFER SCOWLED AS SHE PUSHED THROUGH THE HORDES OF LIGHTWEIGHT FRESHMEN UNTIL SHE REACHED THE BANSHEE. Lydia shared the same look at the devil who said, "I'd never thought I'd say this, but this is the first party I've ever thrown to turn out like shit." She admitted. "No offence."

     "None taken." Lydia agreed, the party was one of the worst, other than her birthday party where she drugged everyone without realising it.

     Lucifer looked to the side, seeing a scruffy man wheel in a keg. "Well, never mind, apparently it's about to get more interesting." Her eyes lit up. "You're really going for it, when did you order the keg?" She asked the strawberry blonde.

     "I didn't order a keg of beer." Lydia said to both Lucy and the delivery man. She then looked at the label of the company that the beer came from. "Especially not domestic." She said with distaste.

     The man shrugged. "Somebody ordered it." He said and began to look around. "You telling me that no one here wants to drink?" He asked.

     "I'm gonna say no one here should drink." Lucy stayed with a tight smile, her face dropping to one with disgust. "They're all going to give me a headache since none of them will know their limits and end up face down puking in her grandmother's hydrangeas." Lucy pointed at Lydia who rolled her eyes at her.

     Lydia looked seeing a wine glass placed on her laptop. "Who put this here?" She snapped, grabbing the glass and closing her laptop. "This laptop cost two thousand dollars..."

     Lucifer looked around seeing a freshman about to take a sip out of a wine bottle, she walked over and snatched it out of his hands. "First of all, that wine bottle is way out of your budget. Second of all, wine drunk is not going to be a classy look for you when you've been mixing." She said taking a sip of the wine, regardless. "Now, scram, kid."

     "How much?" Lydia asked the delivery guy and he handed her a piece of paper. "What's this extra hundred dollars?" She questioned, noticing it added onto the end of the bill.

     "I call that the 'yes, you do look twenty-one to me' surcharge." He answered with a wink.

     Lydia scoffed and looked to the devil. "Lucy—" She called out.

     "On it." She interjected, walking over to him, beginning her mental manipulation. "Listen, drop the surcharge, everyone here is over the age of twenty one and forget you were ever here before I make you regret it." She said reaching onto her back pocket and slapping a fifty dollar bill into his hands. "Keep the change."

     Lydia looked to her side seeing that one of the freshmen were currently walking up the stairs to where it was off limits. She looked at Lucy while walking away. "Stay there, I'll get you some cash to pay you back."

     Lucy rolled her eyes and walked after her. "Don't bother, you weirdo. I only gave him a fifty." She said following her, leaving the scruffy man still in the kitchen while she took the keg off of the trolley.

     The kid who was drinking the wine walked over to him and pulled out his wallet. "I opened the wine, I'll probably chip with the surcharge since you won't get it from them." He said pointing at the juniors who looked stressed out.

     The delivery man shrugged and took the cash from the kid's hand and wheeled out the trolley.

     "Seriously, Lydia, it's only a fifty." Lucy continued as she watched the banshee follow the freshmen and ignore her.

     Lydia followed him into one of the rooms. "What are you doing up here? The party's downstairs."

     Lucifer recognised him. "You're that kid that Liam's always hanging out with." She said pointing at him. "Mason, right?"

     "Yeah, I'm looking for him." The kid looked shocked that she had noticed him. "Have you seen him at all?"

     "Sorry, but missing freshmen are a little low on out priority list." Lydia lied, covering up the fact that Liam was in the boathouse currently shifting into a werewolf.

     "But not so low you know he's a freshman." Mason pointed out with a raised eyebrow.

     Lydia walked past him and towards the abandoned wine glasses that were on the furniture. "I don't know if you've noticed but pretty much everyone here is a freshman." Lucy also pointed out and then ran a hand over her face. "Look, we might have seen your friend but he's not here."

     "Yeah, he's downstairs." Lydia said, grabbing onto the freshman's arm, accidentally knocking the wine glasses out of her hands and having them drop and have red wine spill all over the white carpets. "Oh, my God, the carpet!" She gasped and dropped to her knees to try and rub the wine out of the carpet before it stained.

     "Woah, Lydia, it's okay." Lucy said with wide eyes trying to calm her friend down and pull her away from the carpet.

     "Yeah, it's okay, it'll come out." Mason said comfortingly. Lydia only continued to pant and rub out the carpet. "I'm sorry. Was it valuable?"

     "No. That's the problem. Nothing in here's valuable." Lydia sobbed slightly. She stopped crying, and sat back. "We just put the house on the market. It was supposed to be left without a scratch. It has to be in perfect condition. We need every penny we can get out of this place."

     Lucy's eyes widened as she didn't think the Martin's would be having money problems at this time, and she noticed how Lydia hadn't said a thing until now. This wasn't something she needed on top of all her other problems.

     Lucy looked at the boy. "Hey, um, could you do me a favour and go downstairs and find some club soda and salt? It'll help get the wine out of the carpet." She asked nicely and the boy nodded his head at her with a smile, quickly getting up and going downstairs leaving the girls alone again.

     She had dealt with enough stains and criminal masterminds in her life to know that club soda and salt can get out anything.

     Lydia let out a sigh. "Lydia, how come you didn't tell us about the money problems?" Lucy asked.

     "Because it's not a problem you needed to fix." Lydia answered, continuing to rub the wine, "I didn't want anyone to pity me or try to help me."

      "But it's a problem I can fix." Lucifer stated, causing Lydia to look up at her confused. The devil sighed, "Look, there's people all around the world who owe me favours. I can easily cash in one from someone and get them to buy the house way over market price — no matter how poor of a condition it is."

     "You would do that?" Lydia asked shocked, "Why? And would that cost me my soul?"

     Lucy smiled, holding back the scowl from Lydia's bluntness. "You're a friend, Lydia. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for a friend — no soul needed." She admitted, Lydia was becoming a friend and she was there despite everything. She just needed to hear it from Lucy herself.

     Unlike Allison, who didn't even get to hear that they were friends also. She only got to hear that she liked her as a person and she would regret letting her know the truth also.

     In fact, the entire pack were her friends.

     Lydia didn't say a word at the revelation, she was in shock that the devil herself considered her a friend and how strange it was that she liked being thought of as a friend by her. Lucy smiled again. "Now, let's get you cleaned up. We can't have the entire freshmen grade seeing Lydia Martin a mess." She said standing up and walking over to the door to close it to give them some privacy while they cleaned Lydia up.

     Lydia's eyebrows furrowed and so did Lucy's when the moment they shut the door they noticed their was no sound. Lucy opened the door cautiously and the sound coming from the party came flooding in. She closed it and opened it one more time just to make sure she wasn't going crazy before closing it again finally.

     "Sound proof?" Lydia asked.

     "What could your grandma need with a sound proof room?" Lucifer asked her.

     The girl didn't answer, she got up off of the floor and began to walk around for clues before her eyes stopped on the record player.

     She walked over towards it and turned it on, her body freezing. "Lydia, what do you hear?" She asked the banshee.

     Lydia didn't answer again, however, her eyes staring up at the wall blankly.

     It was a few moments before Kira walked into the room, her eyes widened explaining to Lucy what had happened with Liam down at the boathouse. "What's wrong with her?" She asked cautiously, pointing at Lydia who was still staring at the wall.

     "She's hearing something, I figured I'd just keep quiet and let it happen until she's ready to talk." Lucifer answered. "I have no idea what they're telling her."

     "The key." Lydia finally spoke quietly. "The key to break the code."

     Kira recognised what she was talking about instantly, while Lucy looked confused. "What key?" She snapped. "What code?"

     Kira explained how Malia was given Lydia's notes for math, but they were part of a code and she found a code written on her laptop. Kira ran downstairs and grabbed the laptop from the kitchen and brought it back up and Lydia got to typing while Kira and Lucy stood behind her watching the screen.

     It took a few moments for it to load until down the bottom of the screen, there was a tab asking for the keyword.

     Lydia's fingers hesitated over the keyboard before she slowly began to type the keyword.

     Allison.

     "That's a bit insensitive." Lucifer commented before the screen changed again and a bunch of names popped up on the screen with numbers next to it and her eyes widened as soon as she saw her's and Derek's name on the screen.

     "What is this?" Kira asked as she noticed hers as well.

     "It's a list of supernaturals in Beacon Hills." Lydia answered, spotting her name on it as well.

     "Oh, it's not just any list." Lucy pointed out. "It's a dead pool, and we're all screwed."

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     The next day, Stiles and Scott were at the sherrif's station, while he drew up the investigation board as to what was happening. Starting with the cannibalistic wendigo family known as the Walcott's who were murdered by a tomahawk wielding professional assassin named The Mute, who was murdered by Peter after he tried to blow up Derek and Noah with a bomb.

     Next came Demarco; the scruffy keg delivery man that was at Lydia's party, and was unfortunately decapitated beside his car for being a werewolf. The question remained, which pack did he come from?

     The most recent murder, was twenty three year old Carrie Hudson. Another werewolf found dead just near the school's bus depot.

     When it came to showing Noah Stilinski why there were these murders, he was even more confused. "Who found this list?" Noah asked after Scott handed the piece of paper to him, explaining that it was only part of it and the rest needed to be decoded.

     "Lydia." Stiles answered. "She wrote it. Actually, she transcribed it. Without realising it."

     "Banshee?" Noah asked.

     "Banshee." Stiles confirmed.

     "Beautiful." Noah sarcastically muttered. "Alright, what are these numbers next to the names?" He asked.

     "We're working on that. First, you need to know that the code was broken with a cipher key." Stiles mentioned.

     "Like a keyword?" Noah asked.

     "It was actually a name." Stiles corrected.

     "Allison." Scott said sadly, causing Noah to look at him sympathetically knowing that the true alpha wasn't exactly over his first love's death, no matter how much of a brave face he put on. "Her name broke a third of the list. And now we think there's two other cipher keys."

     "Which will give us the rest of the names." Noah realised, hopeful that they might be able to figure out who to protect and who to protect them from. "How do we figure out the other cipher keys?"

     "Lydia." Stiles answered. "She's been at the lake house all weekend trying to figure it out."

     Noah then pointed out the fact that if they were talking about Beacon Hills there were around a population of thirty thousand people and if they were talking about Beacon county, there was half a million people. So what if the next third of the dead pool didn't have twelve names like the first, but a hundred?

     Scott then had to explain how there was a limit as he believed that once they had the other two thirds of the list, it'll add up to the 117 million that was taken from the Hale vault and is now being used by someone to finance all of the murders — someone who wanted all of the members of the supernatural dead.

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     "You're attacking kids in locker rooms now?" Lucy questioned as soon as Derek walked out of the boys locker room after she heard the commotion with him, Liam and Scott.

     "I'm just trying to help out Scott." He answered her.

     "Well, instead of helping out Scott, maybe you should be looking out for your own behind a little bit more." She scolded pressing her fingers to make a pinching motion with the air. "I feel like you staying away from almost being blown up and then hit with an axe should be a little more important on your priority list."

     The werewolf sighed. "You know?" He should've known that she would've found out eventually, he just didn't know how to tell her.

     "Yeah, I know. I got caught up by Noah after we spoke to him about us being put on a dead pool — which thanks by the way for keeping me in the dark about that." She explained, she then looked at her watch noticing that the bell was about to ring any moment and she didn't want anyone giving them weird looks for having a grown man on the premises talking about extremely weird things that humans wouldn't understand.

     She quickly sensed that no one was in Coach's office and pulled him in there to speak privately. "Don't get any ideas, I'm mad at you." She said to him when she noticing his smirking.

     "Of course not." Derek chuckled. "Look, can we please make up? I miss you. And I'm sorry about the other night, I guess I just caught up in my own emotions that my thoughts weren't correct and it came out wrong."

     Lucy rolled her eyes. "Derek, I'm not mad at you for having emotions and feeling the way you did — I'm mad at the fact that you're keeping it from everyone and you aren't doing anything about it." She admitted. "It's okay to have feelings and be a little down, but if you don't channel those negative emotions into something positive, you'll turn out like me and I don't want that for you."

     "You mean extremely beautiful, sassy and smart?" Derek smirked, trying to lighten the mood.

     She rolled her eyes and slapped his chest. "Stop trying to butter me up." She said, trying to bite back a smile. "It's working." She pouted.

     Derek pulled her close to him. "It won't happen again, I did some thinking while you were gone and I realised you were right. Paige and Boyd wouldn't want me to feel this way for the rest of my life and even Peter told me to screw my head on unless I wanted to lose you."

     "You won't lose me." Lucy said softly. "A small little tiff isn't going to drive me away so quickly. Unfortunately, you're going to have to work a lot harder than that."

     "Noted." He joked. He then sighed, remembering another danger that they have to experience. "About the dead pool—"

     "Don't stress, I'll make sure you're safe." Lucy interjected. "And besides, you're worth a lot more than the fifteen million they put on your head." She joked. "Don't let anyone diminish your worth to that disgusting number."

     "I'm more worried about you, you're the highest valued. People are going to be attacking you left, right and centre for that kind of money. You don't need that right now with the revolution happening also." Derek pointed out.

     Lucy rolled her eyes but she was touched that he cared about her safety and well-being. "Derek, I'll be fine. I can't die, remember?" She said and gave him a kiss. "And you'll be fine too."

     "Does that mean you're asking Sawyer to bodyguard me again?" He complained, hopeful she would say no.

     She scoffed at him. "Obviously." She said. "No complaints please, I'd rather my boyfriend not be decapitated."

     "I'd rather you not be decapitated either." Derek stated with a smile, liking the sound of being called her boyfriend.

     "Then we have an agreement — don't get decapitated." Lucy smiled. She then received a text from Scott and Stiles and sighed as she read it. "Scott and Stiles think the person who killed Demarco is on the team and they need me at the game tonight in case anything happens."

     Derek nodded. "I get it, that's important. I have to meet Argent tonight to discuss what we're going to do about Kate." He said.

     Derek hadn't told Lucy yet about what exactly happened at the school with Noah. He believed that Kate didn't just take away the colour of his eyes that made them believe it was just a second chance — he now believes that Kate is slowly taking away his power as when he was at the school he wasn't able to smell the pool of blood coming from the janitors closet or smell The Mute coming.

     He didn't want to tell her until he was for certain, he didn't want her to go crazy with trying to protect him when she was certain that demons would begin to go after him and with the dead pool happening, he wouldn't be able to protect himself.

     Lucy noticed the change in his tone. "Are you okay?" She asked. "What's going on?"

     Derek shook his head. "Everything is fine." He lied, but his heart rate didn't quicken. "Just want you to stay safe and get some assassins."

     Lucy didn't quite believe him but wanted to just give him the benefit of the doubt. "Okay, I'll go get these guys just for you. Stay safe and alert, and don't try to run away from Sawyer."

     "I won't." Derek rolled his eyes at how motherly she was being. "I love you."

     "I love you too." She said giving him a kiss.

     "I missed that." He admitted. He missed being able to kiss her and talk to her and just have her around, being away from Lucy just made him realise that he loved her too much and didn't want to let her go anytime soon.

     "I know you did." She winked. "I'll see you later, handsome."

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