A/N Here, have an early update. Why? Because I'm bored. Anyway- have a nice day!!

( memories are italics unless they're in a sentence without them then they're emphasized )

"Mommy? where are we going?" you asked as you walked into an abandoned warehouse and down a dark flight of stairs. you got no response. "Mommy, I'm scared '' you said again trying to get her attention. "SHUT UP. GOD! ALL YOU DO IS WINE AND CRY. JUST SHUT UP!!" she said as she turned around on the stairs and slapped you sending your head into the wall. "Sorry, mommy," you said, shaking, and holding back the tears that threatened to fall. You continued down the dark staircase into a room that smelt heavily of chemicals. "What happened, Clarice?? You look like s***!" a man said as he rushed to help your mother off the stairs and into a chair. you followed. He set her down and stepped back, bumping into me.

"WHAT THE F***" he yelled, startled. You flinched and stepped back. "Oh, so this is the little brat Clarice has been talking about," he said as he bent down to your level. Suddenly, your mother started thrashing wildly in the chair she was in. "S***. GUYS!!" He called while he ran to her and turned her on her side. Four other guys ran out of a back room and held her down. "SHE NEEDS A TRANSFUSION!" one of the men said. "THE KID," another said as he gestured in my direction. They approached you slowly and knelt down in front of you as the others lowered your mother onto a mattress on the ground. "Hey sweetheart, what's your name?" "(Y/n)" you said as you worriedly looked at your mother. "She'll be alright, she just needs some blood. Can we take some of yours to help her?" he asked kindly. You were going to ask how when your mother started screaming. "DAMMIT BILL, DON'T ASK JUST DO. SHE'S A KID WHAT DOES IT MATTER ANYWAY. WE'RE GONNA GET CAUGHT IF YOU DON'T" one of the men holding your mother said. The second he said that you felt a hand on my face and an arm around your torso as you were lifted off the ground. you started thrashing, fight or flight kicking in. The next thing you knew you were on a table with the men holding your legs and arms down as one of them grabbed something from another desk. "HURRY UP GUYS, WE'RE GONNA GET CAUGHT!!" the man holding my mother said. "STAY STILL YOU BRAT," the man at your feet said as you continued to thrash around. "NO, STOP. PLEASE!!" you screamed as one of the men turned your arms face up and covered my mouth. "Hold her still" you felt pain in your arm. "s*** I nicked it". Your vision was fading quickly. "FORGET ABOUT IT, HURRY UP AND GET OVER HERE WITH THE BLOOD." That was the last thing you heard before you blacked out.

You were snapped out of my thoughts by Lucifer.

"Darling, darling? You alright?" he said softly, bringing his hand up to your arm.

You tightly shut your eyes and moved your head in the other direction. It was an instinct you had come to appreciate over time. He moved his hand away. He seemed upset, hurt almost, and took a step back.

"Are you alright?" he asked, a bit guarded.

"I-I'm fine, sorry," you said softly.

"You don't seem fine. You keep apologizing like it's all your fault, and I know for certain that this wasn't your idea" He said, taking a step towards you again. you didn't back up.

"That reminds me. I never did ask your name."

"(Y/n)" 

A/n Sorry, this one's really pretty simple. Just a character background.  But trust me it gets better. Well, as much better as it can with my crappy writing and a story about abuse and negligence.