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You’ve always had a bit of a thing for the Devil.
He would hold your beer at parties, he would open the door for you, drive you places.
Hell, the man even owed you FAVORS. He tended to never owe anyone favors. He would always have people owe HIM favors.
You, however, he owed.
- The devil himself owed you 3 favors.
You didn’t believe he was the devil, but you didn’t mind pretending he was. You didn’t mind letting yourself believe him only enough for him to take a liking to you.
He wondered if it was that you were downright insane or had seen his face before. After thorough interrogation. He finally decided you hadn’t seen anything. Or that you weren’t crazy.
Even though every woman is at least a LITTLE crazy, you certainly weren’t any crazier than any other woman he had met.
So he did what any other Devil would do.
He tried to fuck the truth out of you.
You.. of course. Turned him down.
And it’s not that he’s keeping you around, it’s just that you don’t mind hanging out at LUX.
You figured it was probably the safest nightclub in LA- for you at least. Knowing the owner definitely helped with making sure you wouldn’t be drugged and taken advantage of or even that you knew from experience that LUX had good security.
And THAT brings us back to the first part.
You’ve always had a bit of a thing for the Devil.
He would hold your beer at parties, he would open the door for you, drive you places.
Every once in a while, after you had finished work for the evening, you would pop down to LUX in a nice tight dress.
And if you had to pee, you would walk over to the Devil himself, give him a nice smile, and ask him to hold your drink for you.
And he would.
You would come back, give him a small peck on his cheek, he would grin back up at you, and you would take your drink and go on about your dancing again.
Sometimes it was a bit more than that, sometimes when you got there, you would sit with him in his private corner and you would both stare down the club-goers in a curious manner. You would tell him if someone was looking for him, or if you thought someone needed HIS kind of cheering up.
You didn’t plan on wasting those mere 3 favors he owed you. And he- for some reason- didn’t seem to mind owing you them.
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“Well why stall, Love?” A small grin spread out across your lips as you turned towards the man.
“Lucifer Morningstar.” You acknowledge. He bows and takes a greedy step forward.
“In the flesh.”
He circles you slowly, before stooping in front of you with an abrupt clack of his shoes.
“Well hello, M’dear.” You jokingly pretend to curtsey as you walk past him, taking a seat at the bar.
“I’m here to use one of my favors.” Maze pours you a drink and you give her a small nod before turning your stool to face Lucifer who Maze pours a drink as well.
“I heard.” He replies, grabbing his drink and taking a small sip before leaning against the bar.
“As much as it kills me to not owe you another favor-” He takes a gentle seat next to you, watching you with curiosity pooling in his gorgeous chocolate eyes.
“I have to ask what could possibly be so important.”
You nod, gulping down another sip of your drink as you set it down and nod at Maze. She starts to pour as you talk.
“I thought it couldn’t hurt to only have two favors from the devil.”
“And-” You pause, taking a long sip of the bourbon before setting it down, “-your friends with a Detective.”
You turn to look in his eyes and a small wave of realization waves over him.
“Oh dear, what have you gotten yourself into?” You laugh and shake your head slightly.
“Nothing yet.” He seems eager to finally figure out what you deem worthy enough to use a favor for.
“Well go on then.” He mutters, taking a small sip of his drink.
“I convinced a friend of mine that a man I used to know was a good man.” He nods.
“And he wasn’t. He took advantage of her. But I just found out he died today.” Lucifer's expression is unreadable and it scares you a bit. But you continue.
“And I know you’ll probably end up working the case. I’d appreciate it if you tried your hardest to avoid pestering my friend too much.” Lucifer is silent for a while before he nods.
“I understand.”
It’s your turn to nod as you stand up, gulping down the last of your drink before setting it down and 40 bucks.
“So now I owe you 3 favors.” You pause and turn to him, he's grinning smugly and taking a long drawn out sip.
“No, you owe me 2. I just used the 3rd.” He shakes his head and turns to Maze.
“I don’t think that was much of a favor worth of the Devil, was it Maze?” You furrow your brows in confusion and glance between them both, clearly not understanding.
“I mean- I would have done so had she simply asked, no strings attached.” Maze doesn’t say anything as she grabs his glass and refills it once again.
“I did ask. And I’m using said favor to ask.” You say, tilting your head at him.
“How wrong you are.” He replies, standing and offering out his hand with your 4o dollars in it.
“It’s on the house.” You still don’t respond so he continues.
“Both the drink and the favor.” Maze glares at him in obvious frustration as you slowly reach your hand out to grab the cash from him.
“You are horrible at doing business, Mr. Morningstar” He smiles widely as you slowly put the cash back in your small purse, looking in his eyes for any sign of regret.
“I’m investing.” He replies, grabbing his drink and sitting back down.
“In?” You ask curiously, squinting at him.
“ You .” You shake your head, not understanding.
“I’m not a product, Lucifer. What do you mean me?” He simply downs the rest of his bourbon and stands up again, straightening his suit.
“Come a later date, maybe we will be more than just favors .” You nod slowly, looking him up and down.
“You are one confusing, Devil.” He smirks and starts heading for the door.
“Never heard THAT one before.” He says as he holds the door open, smiling politely as you walk out the door. He follows after you, hailing a cab and opening the cab door for you as it stops.
“Take the lady home.” He mutters to the driver, pulling a stack of cash out of his suit pocket and handing the man a few dollars that you can’t see the value of as you get in.
“So I owe you one now, Mr. Morningstar?” He grins and bends down to eye level with you.
“Like I said, Y/n.” The cab’s engine starts.
“It’s on the house.”
The cab starts driving and you turn to see Lucifer straighten himself, standing tall again. He turns to watch the cab drive away for a few seconds and right before the cab turns the street you see him walk back inside LUX.
You stare straight ahead at the waiting cabbie.
“Take me to ********* *****, Please.” He nods, seemingly trying to think on the address before turning and stopping at a red light.
Giving you the chance to look up at the city through the window.
It never failed to amaze you at how pretty it was during the day.