Lucifer X Reader

Chapter 4

After breakfast (to which you had snuck a few glances at Lucifer, who didn't seem affected by the confession he had said previously) you move ahead back to your room, yet before you can do so, Mammon comes running up, right behind you.

"Ah there's my favourite-one and only Y/N!" He said whilst enthusiastically doing finger guns.

You sigh, knowing very well what Mammon was like.

"What did you do this time?" You ask, whilst continuing to walk. He grabs you by the arm and makes you face him.

"What? Me? Good ol' Mammon? Lil' old me?"

Yeah- exactly that. You raise your eyebrows.

"Okay okay- I mayyyy... have gambled a little... and if I lost-which I mayyyy have..." he pauses before speaking extremely fast, "the human in the House of Lamentation had to steal something from Lucifer!" He said gingerly, knowing he was treading on thin ice.

"What. Did you just say? What if I don't? Why would you bet on me?? Out of all people?" You argue angrily. How could he have done this? Yes, Mammon was incompetent sometimes, but usually he was a rather sweet guy who actually thought about what others wanted... or at least what you wanted.

He closes his eyes and puts his hands together as if he were praying.

"Please, PLEASE Y/N! If you don't do this-they're going to take the car in my room- please! I thought I was going to win-it looked like it too! But-" you had had enough of his rambling. You silence him by placing ur palm out to his face, sighing.

"Fine. What do I have to steal? And can I return it after?" You asked, your arms crossed and your annoyance shown through your feet tapping impatiently. You would rather just get it over and done with now before problems occurred later on.

He sighs in desperate relief.

"Oh thank Lord Diavolo! Y/N, has anybody told you that you're more angel-like than human?" Pft. As if his flattery would get him anywhere. After all, he did just bet his loss on you. Without any regard to what you might feel, though he did say he didn't think he'd lose.

Mammon moves slightly closer (to which you back up in response) and he whispers, "You have to steal one of his... shirts..."

What.

One of his shirts? Right. Because you could just waltz in and go to his wardrobe. You were mad at the thought of having to put your relationship with Lucifer on the line for one of Mammon's issues. Alas, you were a good exchange student, and you did like to help out.

Even if it meant, you sigh, stealing a shirt from one of the most dangerous demons in the Devildom.

You pat Mammon on the shoulder and move away, and say, "I'll try. But you owe me. Big time."

Mammon is clearly relieved to hear that, almost dropping to the ground with happy tears. Probably because he isn't the one with a chance of getting caught stealing one of Lucifer's shirts.

You were.

You walk to your dorm, thinking over strategies in your head, and yet all of them seemed manipulative and odd-you didn't want to lead him on just to steal his shirt-

Wait- backtrack.

You? Lead THE Avatar of Pride on? Gosh, were your thoughts that confident? You almost laughed at yourself.

"Is something funny Y/N?"

Speak of the literal devil- Lucifer was right there. Well, your dorms are extremely close together, he has a justified reason to be there, regardless of the jump-scare he had just given you.