Lucifer Imagines

Cherry

You smelled of Cherries. 

The fact that Lucifer could tell people that made it blatantly obvious of his affections for you and if that wasn't the case then it was perhaps the way he followed you around like you were a queen he had to serve. 

You knew how he felt but didn't say anything in fear that perhaps the devil was more devious than you first thought. 

He smelled like blood. 

The fact that you could tell people that made it blatantly obvious you were terrified of him in every way you could be. Yes, both because you love him and he is the actual devil. 

You had seen his true form, it had you dumbstruck. So much beauty in something so evil... or perhaps misunderstood. 

Blood is pouring from your stomach.

This was a perfect example of why you flinched every time he moved towards you. He is tall and brooding and just killed five people. Why? Well because they tried to kill you. Simple. 

You had power over him you weren't even aware of, that is why at this moment he was fearful. Even for the devil, there was a lot of men gathering around him and if he went down, that was the end of you. 

As the sweet scent of Cherry shampoo filled his nose, he continued to fight and you continued to watch. One man came at him with a knife, slicing Lucifer's hand open and blood splattering across the floor. 

Your eyes widen, you gulp, you didn't know the devil could bleed. Your chest tightens and you weren't sure if it was because of your lack of blood or because you could see a man approaching Lucifer from behind, a large kitchen knife in his hand. 

You pushed yourself up from the ground, stumbling on your feet, Lucifer was too preoccupied to notice you had moved in the moment, giving you enough time to throw yourself in front of him just as the man lifts the knife above his head and plunged into her chest. 

Some form of surge charges through your chest, it should have been pain but instead, it was adrenaline, you looked down at your stomach to see your blood retracting back into your body. You smiled, your eyes wild as you pulled the knife from your chest. 

You slide the knife into the man's heart torturously slowly, laughing as he falls to the ground, you step into action, whipping around slicing and dicing anyone that dared to near you. With such momentum you were lucky Lucifer was ready for you when you whipped around about to stab him, he caught your wrist. 

"What the bloody hell?" He looks you over, covered in blood, your eyes glowing purple. 

You drop the knife from your hand, your chest quaking as you look at the bodies surrounding you. He pulls you close to him, stroking your hair as you cried. 

Chloe arrived and with the small amount of luck you had left you weren't arrested due to it being classed as self-defence. All the way back to Lucifers, he held your hand and you stared at the window, twitches spreading through your body bothering you. 

When you entered the house, you pressed your lips to Lucifer's, not wasting another moment of your time with him. There was a talk to be had about exactly what had happened to you but that was for the morning. The two of you needed rest. 

You went to bed, falling asleep on Lucifer's chest. 

Until you woke in the middle of the night. Slipping out of the covers. Lucifer none the wiser. Into the kitchen, no longer fully in control of your body. You grabbed the largest kitchen knife Lucifer owned. And headed outside. 

He had whispered to you, as he stroked your hair and fell asleep. 

You'll never have to do that again darling... never.

But...

Blood didn't seem so scary anymore.

Just as Cherries didn't seem so innocent.

And you just couldn't stop.

Part 2?

I hope your day/night is filled with your favourite food. 

~Brei