Lucifer³

You started seeing him two months ago. He wouldn't let you sleep, nor be alone. Lucifer was everywhere, and he didn't stop at mere presence. He pestered you with endless conversations. You went insane and were committed to a psychiatric hospital... it didn't help. Now, in this ward, there was literally nowhere left to hide from him... you hadn't slept for about two days. Nothing worked. He filled every single one of your thoughts. Lucifer was simply "raping" your psyche just by being near you. You were in despair, and he only chuckled, seeing your helpless state before him; for him, this was the most pleasant show in this eternal life. You were exhausted.

You were burning out at an incredible speed, every hour becoming more anxious, more restless, more terrified by the realization that this was far from over. This could go on forever if he wanted it to. His gentle mockery infuriated you. The way he would soften his voice and simply "pity" you, while in reality, he was just laughing in your face. And yet, occasionally, he would let you sleep for at least five hours, which felt like paradise. He could control you so easily.

Now:

Another sleepless night. He sat on the windowsill, swinging his leg. He was bored, and you were completely fucking exhausted. His eyes were fixed on you. You sat on your hospital bed, curled into a ball, staring at the wall. You wanted to sleep terribly, but you understood perfectly... he wouldn't let you sleep unless he decided to take pity on you.

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