Unfortunately for Jack, I know multiple emotional torture methods tailored just to him. Sorry, Jack. I hate to do this to you but it's Hell. It has to feel like Hell.
I do not own Rise of the Guardians or Lucifer.
Chapter 3: The guilt room
Lucifer opened the door to the guilt room where he was told the soul responsible for the snow was being held in. Rooms such as these were used to store new souls until better punishment was determined for them. In the meantime, they served as good temporary torture. He was curious who the soul was and how it was able to create all the snow. To start, he decided to watch the events in the room to get to know what type of sinner he was dealing with.
The room took shape of a wooden hut and its furnishings as well as the attire of the people within surprised him. It all appeared to be set in the past, somewhere in the 17th or 18th century. That would suggest that the soul before him was not newly deceased. Considering that it was just very recently caught, it would mean that it escaped. How did that happen?
He paid more attention to the people inside. The soul being tortured was a young lad, with unnaturally white hair. He was dressed in a blue hoodie, which was too modern for the rest of the setting and that bothered Lucifer. He was thoroughly confused at this point and decided to ignore the appearances and just watch the events in the room.
A middle-aged man towered over a small brown-haired girl. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes as he yelled at her.
"How could you let this happen?"
"I'm sorry, papa," the girl cried.
"My only son is dead and it's all your fault!" the man boomed and the girl broke into more sobs.
The white-haired soul stepped next to the girl and pleaded to the man, "Don't blame her. It wasn't her fault. It was an accident!" but the man walked right through him as if he was a ghost. The soul fell to the ground, landing on his knees and breathing heavily.
Lucifer found this interesting. The soul thought he was a ghost?
The girl came crying to a woman sitting in the corner.
"Who will take care of us now?" the woman responded with no care for the girl's tears. "Get out of my sight!"
The girl crumpled to the ground and the soul came to sit next to her.
"Don't cry," he said softly. "It wasn't your fault," but the girl did not hear him.
The scene in the room dissolved, leaving the soul sitting on the floor, a look of despair in his eyes. Lucifer frowned. It was over? He didn't see what sin was committed. Maybe he missed the beginning of it. He waited patiently for the scene to replay.
The same family members reappeared but were now in different positions. The man was sitting at the table and the little girl sat in the chair next to him.
"You killed your brother," he said with poison in his voice.
The girl started crying in response and the white-haired soul got up to defend her.
"Don't say that! That's not true!" he screamed.
"How can you live with yourself?" the woman said walking up to the crying girl and slapping her in the face.
The slap made a loud crack and the soul screamed, "NO!" but he couldn't stop it, his hand passed right through the woman's arm as she hit the girl again.
The scene dissolved again and the soul fell on his knees. He covered his face, cried and repeated, "No... No... No..."
Lucifer was perplexed. This scene was completely different from the first. That wasn't right. The guilt room was designed to constantly repeat the act the soul felt most guilty of which was usually one of the mortal sins that landed them in Hell. Not only this soul hadn't revealed what the sin was, but also the scene shouldn't have been different.
The scene changed again and this time, only the little girl was in the room. She sat in the corner, crying. The white-haired soul walked over to her and lowered himself down slowly.
"Don't cry, please…" he begged.
"I'm sorry," the girl said through sobs. "It's all my fault. I should have been the one to die."
"No. It wasn't!" the soul tried to reason with her. "It was my choice. I wanted you to be safe," but the girl did not hear him and continued crying. He tried to comfort her but his hand passed through her. There was nothing he could do.
The scene dissolved again and the soul still kept his hand in the air where the girl's face previously was.
Lucifer had enough. None of this made any sense. He willed the guilt room to stop the punishment and it shifted back to its blank circular shape.
The soul looked around and noticed him standing there. He remained on his knees and locked gazes with Lucifer, tears fresh on his pale cheeks.
"What now?" he asked, his voice breaking.
Lucifer made a few steps closer and appraised the young lad in front of him.
"What is this place?"
Lucifer frowned. Most souls knew where they were and why.
"You're in Hell."
"Hell?" the youth exclaimed. "How did I…" Then a new thought must have occurred to him because his facial expression changed to an angry glare and he got up. "Bunny! When I get my hands on you…" but then looked warily at Lucifer and didn't finish.
The soul walked over to a long stick that was on the ground and picked it up. That was odd, what was a stick doing in Hell? Then, he walked towards the door while keeping an eye on Lucifer.
"Uh, if you're the one that stopped that torturous loop, thank you. It would have driven me mad. Now, I've got somewhere to be," he said and grabbed the handle of the door.
Lucifer raised an eyebrow looking at the soul and said in his usual charming tone, "Now, where do you think you're going?"
The soul didn't answer but tried to open the door and found it locked. He struggled with it and tried to force it open. Then, Lucifer saw something interesting. The youth kept his hand on the handle, freezing it. He took a few steps back and rammed into the door which wouldn't budge. Of course, it wouldn't budge. Lucifer didn't want it to open. He rubbed his arm which must have hurt after that ridiculous attempt.
"Are you the one keeping me here?" the soul yelled at him. "I don't belong in Hell! I need to get out," he said with desperation and looked around the room searching for other exits.
Lucifer sighed. It was one of those souls in denial.
"Where do you think you're going?" he repeated.
"I need to get back to Earth. Let me out!"
"Dear me," Lucifer rolled his eyes. "You're dead. You're not going anywhere."
"I'm not dead," the soul murmured looking around. "I shouldn't be here. I can't be dead. I'm immortal. I'm not dead."
"All right now." Lucifer was losing his patience. "This is boring. Just answer a few of my questions and you can get back to the usual program."
The young soul narrowed his eyes at Lucifer.
"If I may ask, who are you?"
Finally, a topic worth discussing. Lucifer perked up, ready to start talking about himself.
He outstretched his hand courteously and the soul's eyes bulged.
"Lucifer? THE Lucifer?" He started backing away and his voice reduced to a high pitched whisper. "The Devil?"
"In the flesh," Lucifer said his hand still outstretched. The young soul was however petrified so he took his hand back, his smile faltering. It was unfortunate how fear inhibited good manners.
"I'm trying to understand the meaning of the scenes the guilt room had you relive," he got back to business. "Would you care to explain?" The young lad just looked at him confused so he continued. "Your sin, what was your sin?"
The soul was not cooperating so he approached him, ready for the next step. To his surprise, the boy pointed the stick at him threateningly.
"Don't come any closer."
Lucifer smiled slyly, "What exactly do you think you'll do with this stick?"
Before the lad could answer, Lucifer ran up to him in a fast fluid motion, grabbed his wrist, disarmed him and the stick clattered to the ground, but to his surprise, the wrist he was holding was intensely cold.
The teen just smirked at him mischievously. Then, Lucifer felt the skin of the wrist become even colder to the point that he had to let go. The youth pulled his hand back and backed away further. He still had a half-smirk on his face but his eyes were darting to all sides, he was still terrified.
Lucifer looked at his palm which was all dark red from the cold then raised his eyes to the white-haired teen. This wasn't an ordinary soul. He thought about the snow covering all surfaces of Hell and finally believed that this youth was responsible for it. Obviously, not an ordinary soul.
"Who are you?" he asked but the lad remained silent.
Lucifer got impatient. He wasn't in the mood for more games. He advanced and grabbed the panicked teen this time by his sweater avoiding contact with his skin. It was time for some answers.
Looking deep into the boy's eyes, he asked in his seductive voice, "What do you desire?"
The boy first remained silent but then blurted out, "I want to get out of here!"
"Well, obviously," Lucifer rolled his eyes, "but what else?"
The boy writhed, trying to get away from his grip but was entranced by his eyes and finally stopped struggling.
"I want to know what happened."
"What happened to what?" Lucifer encouraged, glad that his trick was working on the teen.
"What happened to my family after I died."
Lucifer's grip loosened as he was taken aback. This wasn't an answer he expected. Usually, people would divulge their deepest, darkest secrets when he entranced them like that. They were all sinners and were in Hell for a reason but this young soul still hadn't revealed what his mortal sin was. He had enough of tiptoeing around. It was time to dive into some real memories to see the truth of what this soul was guilty of.