Lucifer leaned forward, resting his hand against the mirror’s glass.

What stared back at him felt foreign now. He was dressed in a white robe, with its high collar, wide sleeves and pink detailing bringing back far too many memories. Cheeks a lighter pink, his eyes blue like a startlingly bright sky, stars sparkling in their centers, eyelids paler, no wrinkles around the eyes, nor bags that showed his constant exhaustion.

His ears, a small set of wings, such a pure white, like untouched snow. His halo, unbroken, still intact and in its full glory. Wings not yet soiled and turned red by the blood of the love of his life, an eternal reminder of how he caused her pain.

If he lifted his robe, he knew he would find feet instead of hooves. Standing on his old legs now felt strange. It had been so long since he’d had feet.

 

“How long are you gonna stare at yourself?”

Lucifer’s eyes snapped up, staring Vox in the eye through his reflection.

“You’re the one who made me change into this.”

“So? Don’t be such a bitch about it.”

Vox stepped forward, trapping Lucifer against the counter beneath the bathroom mirror. He could feel his hard-on through his slacks pressed up against his back, making him scowl.

 

A hand on his chin forced him to look back into his own reflection again. No, not really him. The creature he used to be. Beautiful. Unknowing of the horrors yet to come.

“Don’t stop on my account. Come on, look at yourself.” As Lucifer tried to turn his eyes away, he felt Vox’s order deep in his soul. ”Look.”

Lucifer met his own eyes reluctantly, unable not to.

Looking at himself hurt, like claws digging into his soul, making it bleed.

It made him feel so ugly.

 

“Didn’t you used to be a pretty little thing,” Vox said, pressing himself up against him, entire body flush with his, spreading his wings til they brushed the bathroom walls.

“Are you saying you don’t think I’m pretty now?”

“Do you?”

Vox’s laugh was cutting, cruel.

 

He was right though. Lucifer hated the changes his Fall had made to his body. The horns, the teeth, the hooves, the flesh left blackened by the fires of Hell as he crashed into it, taking the brunt of the damage it would cause to him and Lilith. It hadn’t been enough though. Still, she had bled, had cried. Had lost her home, been thrown into the pits of Hell that he had created with his insubordination.

 

He tried to turn away again, face Vox instead, anything was better than having to look at what he had lost. How pretty he had been, back then. How ugly he felt now. But he couldn’t. The order still glued his eyes to his reflection, bouncing between his wings, his ears, his clawless fingertips.

There was a reason he never took this form, even though he could shapeshift so freely.

It made him feel sick.

 

Vox’s claws dug into his robe, tearing the fabric at the chest. He squeezed his breast tightly in his hand, making Lucifer wince. He tried to slap his hand away.

“Hey, knock it off, asshole.”

Vox grabbed him by the wrist, grip tight like a vice. “Forget who you’re talking to again and I’ll make you start calling me sir in public again.”

Lucifer grimaced.

“My apologies.”

The words tasted sour in his mouth.

 

A laugh rumbled in Vox’s throat, his eyes turned toward Lucifer full of glee. He’d won. He owned the king of Hell, which made him the new king. And he was taking full advantage of the situation.

Lucifer doubted he’d get sick of rubbing it in his face anytime soon.

 

“Lift your dress,” he ordered, his hand tightening around his breast as Lucifer didn’t move.

“Fuck- fine!”

Hiking his robe up, Lucifer felt Vox’s eyes ogle him.

“No underwear? You filthy little whore.”

“I don’t have genitals right now, you dumb box.”

“Doesn’t make you less of a slut, starshine.”

Lucifer hissed at the pet name. He hated it. It reminded him of Heaven, when he used to go see the Speaker. She’d called him that, a term of endearment from one of the few angels who didn’t see him as lesser than.

The pet name stung extra as he looked into the reflection of his angelic self, the self he had lost so many millennia ago.

 

He felt cables wrap around his waist, lifting him off the floor. Finally, it seemed like the order from earlier had let go of its grip on him enough for him to turn his head as he felt hands on his hips. “Hey, put me down!”

“Why? You’re not going anywhere, are you?”

Lucifer was fuming. No, he didn’t have anywhere else to go anymore, but that didn’t mean he would let Vox manhandle him any which way he wanted.

“That’s irrelevant- ow, fuck, shit, ease your fucking grip!”

He winced as Vox’s claws dug into his soft thighs. He could hear the sound of a zipper, and then, he could feel the hot head of Vox’s cock against the back of his legs.

 

“Just because you don’t have any holes down there, don’t think I can’t fuck you,” Vox whispered in his ear, breath hot against his feathers. “I can always make some new ones if you don’t keep me satisfied with what I’ve got.”

Lucifer gritted his teeth, before he let Vox slip his cock between his thighs. He could feel him press up against the space where his genitals usually were, wet with lube. It was almost scalding against his cold skin, even hotter than Vox’s hands.

As Vox started to move, Lucifer fell forward, bracing himself against the mirror. As he met his own eyes they were way too close, making him squeeze them shut.

“What’d I tell you? Fucking look at yourself as I fuck you, and squeeze your thighs together.”

 

When Lucifer met his own eyes this time, there was a desperation in them that he couldn’t stand. He didn’t want to look at himself like this.It just made the thought ’ugly freak of nature’ repeat in his head, again and again.

His fingers dug into the mirror, too dull to do anything but stain the surface with his fingerprints. He could feel Vox’s hot cock move between his thighs, rubbing against him. Even without genitals, despite who he was with and despite the hopelessness of his situation, he felt his cheeks flush, felt his body tense as he felt the fiction get to him.

He felt Vox’s tongue lick at his neck. “Oh? Can still get horny, huh?”

“F-fuck you,” Lucifer groaned, trying to think of nothing but the stars in his eyes. Don’t think about the wreck his body had become, how twisted, how ugly it was now. Just think of those galaxies, about the heat building in his gut.

“Trust me, we’ll get there. I’ve got the mirror-setting turned on on the aquarium as we speak, all ready and waiting for you.”

Lucifer shook his head. “Don’t want it.”

“Too bad you don’t have a say.”

 

As Vox’s thrusts increased in speed, as his claws dug harder into his thighs, Lucifer felt his vision begin to swim. He wanted to cum, but he had no way to, it was driving him mad. “Fuck, fuck…!”

Vox’s cables around his neck pulled him backwards, up against Vox’s body as he moaned.

“Can’t cum?”

Vox laughed.

“Oh, look at your fucking face right now. You’re practically begging me to let you change your Barbie-look for something less plastic!”

Lucifer had no idea what Vox was talking about. He had to be referencing something human. But even if he’d known more about humanity, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to connect any dots in his current state.

His pride was the only thing stopping him from actually speaking the words, from actually begging. Instead, he helplessly started to move his hips on his own, Vox’s laughter loud in his ears. He could hear him speak, but he couldn’t register the words. All he could think about was the pleasure with no way of releasing, the way it just kept on building and building and building, and how much he despised his own face as he stared into his reflection.

 

He could feel Vox’s orgasm rather than hear it, the way his hot cum dripped down his thighs, the way his chest heaved against the back of his wings.

He felt like crying from the frustration of not getting to orgasm, from staring at his own face for so long while he looked like this. Still, he held his tongue. He would not beg. He wasn’t the king of Hell anymore, but he was still Pride.

 

Vox’s cables squeezed around his throat, Vox leaning forward to speak into his ear. His brain couldn’t register the words properly, not enough for them to become a conscious thought, but it seemed like somewhere in the back of his mind, something connected, because as soon as Vox had finished his sentence, Lucifer could feel his magic take over, his lower half changing.

 

His orgasm was instant. He screamed as he came, the sound of it bouncing off the walls as his fluids dripped down his legs, much more than the cum that already stained his inner thighs.

He felt his legs buckle, but the cables kept him steady. His eyes felt heavy, his blinking slow, his breathing harsh.

If he’d gone much longer without getting to orgasm he knew he would have passed out once he actually did.

 

Vox’s fingers squeezed his chin, forcing him to face the mirror once more.

“Please…” Lucifer whispered. “I don’t want… don’t make me look at him anymore.”

“Him? Baby, that’s you. Don’t you think you look pretty?”

He did. He’d been so beautiful. That’s why he didn’t want to look into the mirror anymore. But from how giddy Vox was, he knew this wouldn’t be the last time he would force him to take this shape.

 

Body still shaking from his orgasm, he looked into his reflection’s eyes. He raised a hand to his cheek, his reflection doing the same. “I was so, so pretty…”

He didn’t even realise that he’d spoken the words out loud until he heard Vox laugh.

“Don’t know how you can still be so full of yourself.”

“I am Pride, no matter what you do to me.”

“Mm, we’ll see.”

 

Lucifer turned his eyes toward Vox. There was something about the look in his eyes that he didn’t like. That he didn’t want to find out what it meant.

Whatever it might be, he knew that he would, whether he liked it or not.

He didn’t have a choice in the matter.

Not anymore.

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