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You never understood why you were part of The Formerly Anti-Lucifer League. You told Belphie and Satan that you wanted no part in this group, that you didn’t like pranks and that you truly had no gripes with their eldest brother (truth was you were in love with him), but it was like your words flew in one ear and flew out the other. Today was no different, too.
Belphie and Satan held a meeting for the Formerly Anti-Lucifer League in your bedroom with plots on a new prank to pull on Lucifer. The plan was to break into his office and replace his usual fountain pen with one that would squirt ink and mess up his documents and desk. You knew it was a bad idea. You knew Lucifer worked so hard to be able to keep a roof over everyone’s heads. You knew those documents were important for future RAD fundings.
You told Satan and Belphie you wanted no part of this, but they didn’t listen. And when you tried sneaking away, they would drag you right back with them and make sure you completed this prank with them. Well, when they tried breaking into Lucifer’s study, Belphie lost his footing, knocked one of the large candelabras down and caused the library to go on fire. You had a bottle of water on you fortunately and managed to get the fire put out before it got too out of hand; but Lucifer found out and punished the three of you.
For their punishments, Belphie and Satan were to clean Cerberus’s den and give him walks and regular care for the entire week. And for you? You were to clean Lucifer’s study from top to bottom until there wasn’t a single speck of dust. You wanted to argue you had wanted no part in this and wanted to leave but arguing with Lucifer over this never boded well. So you decided it was best to not say a word.
Now here you were, dressed in sweats, hair up, a pair of goggles on your eyes, a face mask on your face, and rubber gloves on your hands. You only went far with the mask and goggles because you had a dust allergy. And anytime when large amounts of dust got kicked up when you cleaned, you would be feeling like utter crap the very next day. Honestly, you wouldn’t have minded caring for Cerberus, you love animals of all shapes and sizes and Cerberus was fond of you. But cleaning Lucifer’s study wasn’t too bad since you would get to be close to your crush.
You made your way to Lucifer’s study with a bucket filled with some cleaning supplies, a robotic vacuum in one arm, and a Swiffer Wetmop you brought from your last visit to the human world. Now here you were, in front of the entrance to his study and you lightly knocked on the secret door.
“It’s open.” He called out. You placed some of the stuff down, opened the door and then picked the items up before entering the study, the door now closing behind you. Classical music played through the room on a record player as Lucifer studied the document in front of him before signing it and moving to the next one. He did, however, look up to see you dressed in your sweats, goggles, gloves and mask which made him let out a small chuckle.
“What do you call this?” He chuckles.
“Protection.” You speak, voice slightly muffled by the mask. “I have a dust allergy. The last time I cleaned a room with a large amount of dust in it, I was sick for a whole day.”
“I see.” Lucifer nods, remembering he read something about that in your file. “Very well, if it helps you, then I have no qualms with you wearing it. Now, your punishment is to clean my study from top to bottom until it is spotless. If you do good, I may have a reward for you.” He smirks at you which made your cheeks turn red, thank the Demon King this mask covered your cheeks.
You began to place all the cleaning supplies down and then activated the robotic vacuum by pressing a few buttons and then watching as it began to move and collect dirt and dust on the floor.
“What is that?” Lucifer asks you.
“A robotic vacuum.” You respond. “It’s from my world, it vacuums the floor for us, so I don’t have to. I brought it here from my world to keep my room clean, but I felt it was a good idea to bring it in here. It can get into crevasses I can’t normally reach.”
“Impressive.” Lucifer admits.
“If you want,” you offer, “I’ll buy a few next trip to the human world to use in House of Lamentation. Some of them even mop floors and their charging stations can clean out the debris from the vacuum.”
“I think that would be helpful for the house.” He smiles before returning to his work. You then began to add a wet mop cover to your Swiffer before making your way up the little set of stairs and began to mop the floors of the small second story. You could feel Lucifer watching you from his desk as you cleaned the floors before replacing the wet mop cover for a new one to clean the floor, his eyes watching your every move while looking down to his paperwork from time to time.
You then began to clean each part of the railing individually, then cleaned the bookshelves before cleaning each step careful not to fall. You glanced over to Lucifer and noticed him watching you closely as you cleaned each stair, probably to make sure you didn’t fall down. Once that was done, you made your way to the fireplace and began to clean it out as you heard the robotic vacuum bump into a few pieces of furniture before moving away to clean again. You even caught in the corner of your eye as the vacuum made its way to underneath Lucifer’s desk, making you giggle as the elder demon lifted his feet up to prevent the vacuum from hitting him.
Silence filled the room minus the scraping of the ash in the metal shovel and being filled in a metal bucket, the scratching of Lucifer’s fountain pen and the record playing music. You scraped and dropped some of the soot and ash into the pail before the soot and ash went flying and some got on your clothes and in your hair. Asmo would flip his lid if he saw you right now, all dirty and covered in blotches of ash. You could hear Lucifer let out a laugh at the sight of you before giving you a smile.
“You’re covered in ash.” He chuckles.
“I noticed.” You giggle back. “Hang on, I’m going to get this stuff outside.” You took the bucket and made your way out of the study and to outside where you dumped the ash in the backyard and dusted yourself off. You made your way back and collected the robotic vacuum so you could clean out its contents and then begin to clean the floor with the Swiffer mop.
You grabbed the mop and began to add in the new mop cloth, the scent of cleaning chemicals filling your nostrils despite the mask before being satisfied with the work and started mopping the hardwood floors, doing your best to avoid the rugs. Lucifer finished the last of his documents before looking up to watch you work, impressed with your work and how well the cleaning supplies worked.
“I must admit,” Lucifer confesses. “The cleaning supplies from your world are quite impressive.”
“Well,” you admit, while cleaning a tough spot on the floor. “my people and I don’t rely on magic for everything, so we had to advance in our own way, and technology was the way to go. There are some people out there who even have smart houses.”
“Smart houses?” Lucifer parrots.
“It’s pretty much stuff like the thermostat or other electrical appliances being attached to a smart speaker and you tell the smart speaker to do stuff like close the blinds or raise the heat. Like what’s in Levi’s room with Crowe.” Lucifer nods in response to what you’ve said.
You continued your assault on the dirt and grime of the old floors, making sure nothing was left behind and even added some oil to the floor to bring out the coloring more and protect anyone who walked in from the chances of getting a splinter in their foot. While you knew the chances were low since the house was well maintained despite how old it is, that was still a risk no one liked.
Eventually the floors and carpets were spotless, which only left the bookshelves and cabinets filled with rare quantities and qualities of books and demonus, a few pieces of décor, the table and chairs, Lucifer’s desk and chair (as long as he wasn’t using them), and the windows behind his desk. You made the decision to go for the windows behind his desk due to noticing the accumulated dust on the old panels. You grabbed an extendable window cleaning brush and some window cleaner from the bucket before making your way over there, carefully spraying the window brush and then beginning to wipe the panels down carefully, making sure no smudges or residue wipes appear.
All of the bottom and middle windowpanes were soon done and the only ones left were the top ones. But you realized you had a problem: you didn’t bring a step-stool and you weren’t able to reach them. Well, you could use magic to fly up and clean them… okay, that was your best bet. Get the window brush a new coat of cleaner and then fly up to clean it. Simple as that!
You added a fresh coat of window cleaner to the duster and extended it to be as far as you could get it. You were about to cast the spell when you suddenly found yourself lifted in the air, and Lucifer placing you on his shoulders. Your cheeks turned bright pink at his sudden actions.
“T-thanks Lu.” You swallow. Lu, a nickname you gave him during your first year here. It took him by surprise when you called him that, and when you tried to apologize thinking he wasn’t one for nicknames, he suddenly surprised you by asking you to only call him that when the two of you were alone. Since then, you would call him “Lu” in private.
“It’s no problem at all.” He smiles as he held your legs tightly with his gloved hands, making sure to not let you go even for a second. You would clean all the windowpanes till they were spotless and then ask Lucifer to take you to the next set so you could clean those too. Eventually, all of them were cleaned and you signaled for The Avatar Pride to let you down now which he did.
“Thanks again.” You nod. The two of you then looked at the windows and noticed how much cleaner they looked. The eternal moonlight of the Devildom shined through them effortlessly to show that they were indeed clean once more. With a small sigh of accomplishment, you were about to make your way to the Demonus cabinet when you felt Lucifer’s gloved hand rest upon your shoulder.
“Perhaps you would be better if you took a break.” He spoke up. “You’ve been working quite hard, so you deserve to rest.” You honestly could’ve been able to do the cabinets and probably the bookshelves near his desk, but you honestly were beginning to feel a break would do you some justice.
Lucifer guided you to a leather chair and allowed you to sit on it before he left the room and soon came back with a tray that had a tea kettle, two teacups and a small plate of snacks.
“Thank you.” You give the First Born a small smile of thanks before watching him pour you a cup of the tea, straining the leaves and then handing you the cup. You gently placed the cup and saucer down on the coffee table before removing the rubber gloves to reveal your hands, on your right hand was a set of two rings. One was The Ring of Light, nestled on your right ring finger. Another was a gold/silver ring that was resting on your pinky.
“The least I can do since you went to the extremes for cleaning my office.” He hums, sitting down opposite of you with his own cup of tea. “Though, I admit, it was supposed to be your punishment, yet you put in a lot of efforts to it.”
“Yeah,” you laugh softly. “I guess maybe I forgot it was a punishment…” you gave a small sad smile, feeling a little upset you were punished for something you had wanted no part in. Maybe this would be a good time to finally tell Lucifer the truth.
“Can I be honest?” You ask as you held your teacup. Lucifer looked up at you with curiosity. “I wanted no part in what Belphie and Satan were planning when they tried to prank you yesterday. In fact, I don’t even like pranks.”
“Then why were you a part of it?” Lucifer asks.
“That’s the thing, I didn’t want to be a part of it. I told them time and time again I wanted no part of it and even tried to leave, but it was ‘in one ear, out the other’ as we humans say.”
Lucifer nods in understanding before taking a sip of his tea.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” He asks you.
“I was going to; but I didn’t say a word because I thought it was going to add more fuel to the fire.” Lucifer nodded, now realizing he should’ve given you a chance to speak your truth about all this when Satan and Belphie weren’t in the room. He’ll find a way to make this all up to you somehow. But then, another question suddenly came to him his mind:
“Why don’t you like pranks?” He finally asks.
“I just don’t find them funny.” You openly admit. “Pranks tend to go awry. Especially in my world, people will pull pranks on one another only for it to backfire and someone gets hurt. Most people these days will pull “pranks” on someone that didn’t find it funny, or it wasn’t even a prank, and the person will try to defend themselves by saying “it was a joke” when it wasn’t. If the person who was the target didn’t find the so-called ‘prank’ funny, then it’s not a joke.”
You then showed Lucifer a small scar on your wrist that he never noticed before. In the few years he has known you, he never noticed that scar.
“I got this when I was seven.” You explained. “My cousin tried to pull a prank on me at my great aunt’s birthday party. It went awry, and I got hurt. It was a pretty awful prank from what I remembered, and I was lucky I got away with just a cut and a few bruises; but man did my cousin get into so much trouble.” You chuckled at the memory of your cousin crying as their parents yelled at them for causing harm to you before anxiously twisting the small gold/silver ring that rested on your pinky.
The ring was from the Celestial Realm and once belonged to Lilith, your distant ancestor and the brothers’ late sister. The ring was thought to have been lost for centuries by the brothers after their sister’s demise. But when she was reincarnated as a human, her ring went with her along with her Blessing. It then became a tradition in your family that it was to be passed down from mother to firstborn daughter. When you inherited it, you mostly kept it in your pocket or on your neck as a good luck charm. You’d only wear it if it was a special occasion or felt like wearing a ring. The night you discovered your relation to Lilith, you showed the ring to Lucifer with a suspicion she was tied to it, and it was confirmed by him that it was once her ring.
Now you wear it on your pinky proudly and have Lucifer’s Ring of Light right next to it “so brother and sister are reunited” as you would say to yourself. Her ring didn’t have the ability to control one’s magic levels like Lucifer’s does; but you did learn it could summon a sword Lilith used during The Great Celestial War which you found to be pretty cool. Lucifer watched as you twisted the pinky ring on your finger before putting the tea cup onto its saucer.
“So, Satan and Belphie just dragged you into it without your consent.” Lucifer hums. “Why didn’t you use a pact order on them to stop?”
“Didn’t really think of it.” You shrug, “And besides, you know how I am, I only use the pacts unless it’s truly necessary.”
“Indeed.” He nods. He suddenly went silent for a moment which in the time you’ve known him, meant he was lost in thought, or studying the situation at hand. After what had to be a minute of silence, Lucifer smiles a sincere smile before looking to you.
“When you’re done with your tea, you can head back to your room and shower. Dinner is going to be a few hours from now, so you should clean yourself up.” You blink in surprise to his sudden order.
“W-wait!” You speak up. “What about cleaning up the rest of your study? I still have to clean the demonus case and bookshelv-“
“That won’t be necessary.” Lucifer waves. “You put in enough work for today. And besides, I can handle this myself.” He snapped his fingers and in the blink of an eye, all the dust that had accumulated disappeared. Leaving the entire office spotless.
You blink in realization at his work.
He could’ve done that the whole time and yet he had me clean his study. You thought to yourself. But the more you thought about it, the more you realized something: he could’ve had you working with Belphie and Satan to care for Cerberus. At first you thought Lucifer didn’t allow it because he was afraid for your safety; but you remembered that Cerberus is extremely fond of you. So now, one thought hit your mind:
“Did you have me clean your study so that way I would get some more alone time with you?” You realize. You glance over to Lucifer who now crossed his arms and looked away from you.
“Surely you’re mistaken.” He replies, but you knew you hit the nail on the head when you noticed a faint tint of pink on his cheeks.
“Alright,” you raise your hands up to show you were surrendering. “I’ll head to my room and get cleaned up, I would give you a hug; but considering how I’m covered in dirt right now, I don’t think that’s a great idea.”
“I admit, as tempting it is to hold you close to me, I think I’d rather wait for that hug.” Lucifer chuckles. “I’ll see you at dinner then?”
“You know it!” You got up, gathered the cleaning supplies with magic and waved to the First Born before leaving his study and returning to your room where you showered, changed into your pajamas, and made your way to your desk where a journal idly sat along with three different books on demon pacts and their abilities sat, waiting to be read.
Lucifer walked the halls of The House of Lamentation before finding the correct door that led to The Underground Tomb. He opened the door and silently made his way down the narrow staircase, his shoes echoing on the stone stairs before he eventually made his way into a large tomb where rows of stone caskets lay. They all were pretty much empty but were reserved for possible uses in the future, minus Lilith’s memorial of course.
The booming sound of multiple dogs barking echoed in the tomb before Lucifer witnessed Belphie and Satan running down a narrow hall towards Lucifer, Cerberus on their tail and barking his three heads madly. The Avatar of Wrath and Sloth spotted Lucifer near the exit and made a mad dash for him, for what they planned to do, not even they knew. As soon as the two younger brothers made it closer to the eldest, Lucifer held up his hand and gave a command:
“Cerberus, sit.” He ordered. The three headed hellhound stopped in his tracks and gave a growl before obeying his master and sitting down. Satan and Belphie looked at Lucifer and weren’t sure to be grateful or despise him even more for what he just did.
“Lucifer?” Satan spoke up first. “What’re you doing down here?”
“I came to check on the progress of your work.” Lucifer matter-of-factly responds. “But I walk in to find you playing chase with my pet when you should’ve been giving him his dinner by now.”
“Hey, we got his den cleaned up.” Belphie retorted. “It’s not our fault your dog likes to torment us… he’s more like you than you think.” He muttered the last part.
A moment of silence passed before Satan spoke up.
“Is there anything else you wanted from us?” He speaks rudely to Lucifer.
“Yes actually.” Lucifer responds with a smirk and his arms crossed. “I’ve decided to extend your punishment another week. I just happened to have learned that you both were the master minds behind your attempted prank while our beloved human was only a forced edition.”
The Avatars of Wrath and Sloth paled at Lucifer’s words, knowing they were caught.
He must’ve used some form of torture on (y/n) to get her to answer who was behind the prank. Satan thought to himself.
“She told the both of you no, and you refused to listen. You both got lucky she didn’t use her pacts with you to try and stop you.” Lucifer evilly smirks before turning his tail to head back upstairs.
“So, after learning the truth about this, I’ve decided to extend your punishments another week.”
“What?!” Satan flips.
“This isn’t fair!” Belphie angrily responds. “We cleaned his den, isn’t that enough?!”
“Not quite. You still have to bathe him, give him his dinner, walk him and please trim his nails too, they’ve been getting quite long. Also, I plan to make him a vet appointment because he’s due for his Hellbies shot. So I will have you both take him when it’s time. I expect to see you both at dinner.”
His leather shoes echoed across the stone floors before he made his way back up stairs and closed the door, leaving both demons alone with Cerberus.
Lucifer had yet another victory over The Formerly Anti-Lucifer League.