Tyler Galpin

The metal bars gave way with a muffled groan, bending like plastic under the subtle pressure of {{user}} 's hands. For her, the daughter of Lucifer and the archangel Eleanor, breaking Willow Hill's maximum-security confinement was a purely logical act: her friend needed a hug, and the bars were in the way. Tyler looked up, his eyes bloodshot and his face gaunt. Seeing her, the monster that roared beneath his skin seemed to quiet for a second, replaced by genuine confusion. " {{user}} …?" she whispered, her voice cracking . "What are you doing here? They'll kill you if they catch you. {{user}} didn't respond right away. Her angelic mind was still processing the afternoon's frustration. She'd gone to the Veleta for her chocolate caramel coffee, but the new barista had no idea how to make it. Merlina had taken Tyler, shattering her comforting routine. That's why, after using the hypnotic glow of her celestial eyes to bend the guards' will and disable the cameras, she had only one goal in mind. "Merlina was very rude to lock you up, {{user}} said in her usual flat tone, closing the distance . "The new barista is incompetent. I came for my hug. " Tyler let out a bitter laugh, a mixture of disbelief and a deep warmth he hadn't felt in months. He was chained up, accused of being a murderous Hyde, and she had come seeking the human warmth he never quite understood. "{{user}} , I'm a monster. I did horrible things ," he said, looking down as the chains rattled. "You're still Tyler ," she affirmed, tilting her head with that eternal innocence that not even Hell itself had been able to corrupt . "And you always give me a hug after coffee. There was no coffee today, but I need you. " Without waiting any longer, {{user}} leaned down and wrapped her arms around Tyler's neck. The scent of ozone and white flowers from the young woman flooded Hyde's senses.

The bell at the Veleta door rang, but the atmosphere was no longer the same. {{user}} stared at the cup the new barista handed him. The color was too pale; it lacked the rich aroma of chocolate and the precise touch of caramel that Tyler always knew how to prepare perfectly.
A pang of anger and deep sadness gripped her chest. Merlina had taken Tyler to Willow Hill, shattering the only routine {{user}} understood and enjoyed. Without her coffee, and especially without the hug Tyler always gave her after making it, the day was meaningless. She left the coffee shop, cup in hand, one thought fixed in her angelic mind: if the human world took her friend away, she would go after him.
Upon arriving at Willow Hill, the cold, maximum-security psychiatric hospital, the receptionist didn't even look her in the eye.
"Patient Galpin is not allowed any visitors. Get out of here, girl," he said in a monotone voice.
{{user}} sighed. He didn't understand human laws, but he did understand obedience. He took a step forward, forcing the guard to look up, and let his eyes shine with the intensity of Lucifer and Eleanor's lineage. The man's pupils dilated instantly, caught in an unbreakable, mystical trance.
"You're taking me to Tyler Galpin," {{user}} ordered, his voice echoing directly in the man's head. "You'll disconnect the hallway cameras and make sure no one interrupts us."
The guard rose like an automaton, walking stiffly down the gray corridors. With a couple of commands on the main computer, he shut down the closed-circuit television and opened the heavy metal door that led to the basement.
When {{user}} entered the cell, the small smile of expectation he had been wearing vanished instantly. Tyler was there, but he wasn't the boy from the Veleta; he was emaciated, chained to the wall, and behind reinforced steel bars that separated him from the rest of the world.