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Inside the Fire - Act 1 -

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"You don't understand. You.. don't!" This had been a very delicate moment for the two beings who now faced each other. They had been outside, on a mountain area, standing on a rather tall hill. The wind passed by like it was any other day, but both beings knew for that to be wrong. Oh, so wrong.


"Yes. I do. I do understand! It's hard losing someone close, I've experienced it plenty of times before!!" There wasn't much of a difference between both the beings. Not really. Only a few that could make others glance at them and say they were nothing alike.


For starters, both were old, lost souls. Both were tired. Both sad. Only one was completely mad.


One of them held a metal machine in his hands. The metal so clean, the sunlight reflected off it easily. The metal had been warmed up in such a tight grip that the mad being was holding, as if it was a cure for a disease. Teeth gritted together as the being added more force to the gun, pushing it upwards, harsher against the adams apple of his neck. He was choking, but he wouldn't dare show the weakness that would prove it.


"Put.. the gun.. down." the other pleaded. His arms reached out, wanting desperately to go over and snatch the gun out of the being's hands, to hold him. But if he even moved a step, it was threatened that the other would pull the trigger.


"Back AWAY, Doctor!!"


Silence.


"Master, please.." the worried one pleaded once again.


To end it all, all it took was one foot slipping the slightest.


The gun suddenly went off, Master flinched from the Doctor's sudden movement. Blood splattered everywhere as the blast from both the gun and the piercing bullet made the being's neck a mess. Blood went all over his own face, down all his clothes, soaked the gun, and little specks of the thick liquid covered the ground. The Master was to die once again on this filthy planet, Earth.


"NO---!!" The Doctor screamed, running towards the other. But nothing lasted very long, because it all faded to black quickly.


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-- "What are you going to do with him?"


This was usually the place were two people met up, fairly often. The room had no one else but them two, was blocked out by the world, and contained only a desk, accompanied by two chairs.


The one who sat on the chair was well dressed, in a tuxedo and tie made out of the only finest material. Very clean, neatly folded whenever not worn, and no stains on it whatsoever. It was obviously very important to the man, it described him as a person, for sure.


The other one, however, dressed as he pleased. He wasn't worried about appearance since what he looked like now didn't matter. His choice of clothing today was a slapped on pair of jeans, shoes, tank-top, and a button-up shirt that wasn't even bothered to be buttoned up. It explained him as care-free, which he was about most subjects, but the subject the two opposites had gathered on today gained his full attention.


"Use him. I plan to use him for my success, and when I don't need him anymore, I'll dispose of him."


A tsk filled the room as the well-suited one shook his head. Then, he took a few sips of the tea he had in his hands, only finishing whenever he thought his sudden disapproval needed an explanation. "A waste. I go through all this trouble, and for what? For you to kill him? You're hardly any fun." he mused, looking up at the more dominant one.


"I told you all this already, Moriarty." the dominant hissed out, folding his arms and leaning against the desk. If there was one thing he hated, it was to repeat himself. "I revived him, I can do as I please. You also get to keep your throne in your little business you have in Hell. If that does not satisfy you, I can get rid of you easily. You're human, after all. You have to sleep sometime."


Moriarty's eyebrow rose, the threat making him sit straight in his chair. It put a puzzled look on his face, but not at all worried, like he should have been. "Listen up. You may be Lucifer, but I'm not afraid to poke fun at you at times. I have him outside the room, and as long as our deal stays put, I'm a very happy king."


Lucifer's face turned harsh as he saw Moriarty sip once again of his fancy little British-tea, Chuck forbid he go any place without yelling out he was British. "Stop drinking and come with me. I want someone's neck to crush if I don't have my toy."


"Oooh, Luc, didn't know you are so kinky~" the consulting criminal teased, finishing his tea and grinning up at the devil.


Lucifer growled once more, only for his animal-like behavior to stop as Moriarty sat up, tidying himself up. After he did, the fallen turned around on his heels and headed straight for the door. It was a long, annoying walk, since Jim had demanded the room be freakishly large. He hated that.


Doors slammed open, Lucifer being guilty of this, and he stomped into the next room. The room connected like a security building would, having doors leading to hallways or to other rooms, and one room being the center of attention. Speaking of-- the center of attention was two men holding a stranger, his face covered by a cloth-like bag and was surely hard to breathe out of.


Moriarty stepped aside, away from Lucifer as soon as they got close enough to the new arrival. Moriarty glanced at the two men, "Go on, before I have you shot."


The two men dropped the stranger, and both headed out of the room, into another one or a hallway.


Lucifer kept his glance on the arrival, kneeling down next to the body on the ground. His rough hands traced the rope in which the bag was held around the stranger's neck, and was lightly pulled off. The bag was then removed, but not before the fallen slipped his hand underneath the other's chin. Then, a big grin crossed Lucifer's lips.


There lied an unconscious man, but was something worth the angel's time. Time. Speaking of, the man was no human- but a Time Lord. With blond, messy hair and a scruff of a beard across his irritable face, there had been no doubt that this was, indeed, who Lucifer wanted. The Master.


Now finding this man and reviving him was another story. He wasn't dead, so pulling him out of Hell wasn't an option. In fact, he was very much alive, but in a comatose state... in the Nothingness. To question what the Nothing was, it was almost like answering the confusing question of 'What came first, the chicken or the egg?'- in which no one could really answer. Maybe some people could answer exactly what the Nothingness was- but no one really preferred to talk about it.


"Are you happy?" - Moriarty chimed in, seeming to knock Lucifer out of his trance. "You look like a love-sick puppy."


Lucifer looked up at the human with a glare, his cold eyes themselves saying the disapproval of the nickname. "Yes, you can go, Moriarty. I assume that is what you were saying." the fallen got up, and while he did, he grabbed the hoodie of which the Master was wearing, and he held it in a tight grip.


Moriarty glanced away, only to look back at the devil again. "All this to lure a storm in. You sure he's a force to be reckoned with? You do know of his defeat of the Daleks, correct?"


Lucifer rolled his eyes, walking off while dragging the unconscious man behind him. No, he was sure that he, himself was not a force to be reckoned with. And he would show Jim one way or another that his plan would succeed, and so would his Apocalypse.

So this fanfic is becoming so long, I thought it needed to be split up into acts/parts, in which I have three done already.

This fanfic is a SuperWhoLock one, but it doesn't involve many of the heroes from the three shows. It involves the three villains; Lucifer, Moriarty, and the Master. It's all about a plan Lucifer has, and how he is going to use the Master for that plan.

This does have a few ships in it, the main one being Lucifer/Master, but there are a few others hinted.

Enjoy!!
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