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He asked you to be his,
With a confident smile and a relaxed pose, his eyes never wavered. His request was more of an insinuation to a predetermined conclusion.
Of course, you immediately declined.
This made him stiffen. He furrowed his brow.
“What possible reason could you have to deny me?”
Well, he was quite rude for starters. And those death threats never helped. He’s sadistic. Controlling. Everything about him romantically rubbed you so wrong.
At the many insults, he was quick to bristle. You strategically reign in your list of things you dislike, to paint a bigger picture.
You know he is the most powerful of the brothers. You know of his achievements. He’s responsible, dedicated, and sometimes, he shows a sweeter side that could melt anyone’s heart.
Just not yours.
You already have a favorite.
Lucifer released a sigh. He moved from his spot to take a few steps back. He already suspected, but this was still a blow to his pride. To lose to someone else. To lose to him, specifically.
He couldn’t accept such a thing.
So, he’d suggest a compromise instead.
“You may keep your favorite. Or try to. You see, it’s not that simple….”
It’s your turn to cross your arms.
What was he talking about?
“As you may have guessed by now… Our family is quite close. We’ve lived together for so long, after all. We argue, we fight, we make up, we… share. ”
Alright, and?
He grins and stands before you. His hand brushes your cheek.
“You’ll never be left alone. Not if you chose any of us as your partner. We are not just a family. We are a body. We’ve never been apart for long because we know we’d never be whole if one leaves. We’ll always seek them out and bring them back.”
You narrow your eyes. You know where this is going, and you hate it. It makes Lucifer smiles wider.
“How unfortunate for you, to love one of us. But it’s not too late! You haven’t confessed anything yet, right?”
You’re pretty sure your feelings are already clear to the other person… but nothing has been out in the open yet. Lucifer continues with a laugh.
“Then you have two choices still. You can confess. We’ll all know immediately, and… surely you know everyone well enough by now to know what their individual reactions would be.”
You’ve pictured it plenty of times before. You know how messy their moodiness would be.
“Yes, it wouldn’t be good for us now would it? Cause rifts perhaps. Brawls might even ensue. Can you blame us, when you so effectively had us wrapped in your finger?”
You scoff. It wasn’t your fault everyone read more into their interactions with you than what you truly felt. Lucifer shrugs.
“In the end, they’ll be governed by their feelings of betrayal. The body will implode… but it’s nothing new. We are demons. We live for so long. We’ve fought longer for less. Your lifetime will pass and our bonds can mend. But is that the life you want? An uneasy one? I can guarantee some of us would make it our mission to find ways to abduct you. Each more elaborate than the last. Your safety… your sanity… Well, you haven’t seen the worst we can do yet.”
The threats. You always know one will work itself into a conversation with Lucifer, but still, they make you grimace. Not because they make you scared… but because they’re so annoying to deal with. To be reminded of the reality of the danger demons have on your humanity. To be reminded you’re ultimately a plaything.
Alright, next option.
“This one is simpler. Harsher. You bury your love for him. You leave the House before any bridges get crossed. You don’t come back.” Lucifer stepped away, his gaze heavy.
You both know he dislikes that option. You dislike it too.
You shake your head. You tell him those are shit options. He agrees.
You tell him to give you the third option you know he’s leading up to, already. Lucifer gives another sigh.
“I already mentioned it. We are a body. We like to share.”
Your eyes widen. You bare your teeth at his bold insinuation. No matter how much they treat you as such, you are not a toy! You have preferences. Emotions. Sure, you like some of the other brothers, but there are also some you can’t stand. To be forced into something with them?
Disgusting.
Lucifer growls at your use of the word. Even if you were entitled to your preferences… having his brothers called such a word was aggravating. He continued to push.
“All or nothing. That’s the only way there can be peace…”
But-
“What’s truly wrong with this option? You get to keep your favorite. You get to try things with others you like. You don’t have to force yourself to love the ones you don’t… but to tolerate their presence at least. To keep some peace. Besides, who’s to say they won’t grow on you?”
You know yourself enough to know that could never be the case.
“I digress… One little human and seven powerful demons. You’d be crowned the luckiest of your kind.”
He released a curt laugh.
“You have to admit, there are worse fates than being loved too much.”
You don’t appreciate your serious position being mocked. Lucifer gave another shrug.
“This is it. It’s up to you…”
He turns around.
“You’re free to go now. Mull it over in your room.”
You rush out his door. You’re close to slamming it.
Lucifer glanced as the door shut and goes to his desk. He still has things to do.
But the letters to the contracts weren’t enough to keep his interest. He still had fantasies he had to let go of.
To live alone with the human.
Maybe if they had chosen to be his, such a thing could’ve been achieved. With Lucifer’s power and connections, he would find a way to hide them. Maybe fake an accident to leave behind no trail. His brothers were already attached, but a mortal was still a mortal. And if they ever got close to the truth… Lucifer could plan for that too. He could leave behind everything, run forever from his meddling siblings with his human in his arms.
Truth be told he already had a map of places that would work to shield them for a year or two before he’d move to the next.
But, as was common with his tendency to over plan, those countless hours of his mind drifting away and spending breaks thinking things through had only been a waste.
How selfish of the human.