Yandere!Lucifer X Reader | Effigy

XI

At 7:35 the next day, you stalked upon the hardwoods floors in the same way you cascaded down the concrete world in your dream. Everything felt so.. familiar. In your dream you ran your hands down your body and felt just.. new. When you zipped up your garments and pulled up your socks it was like reliving a memory. Stepping out of your house you felt a foreboding sense of "no no, what's gotten into you?". But this wasn't as overbearing as your fiending and remorse for Camilla, and it wasn't even as negative as so. It was more like you snapped out of it. What was it? Maybe the deja vu just ended and you were going into unknown territory; Whatever it was, it wasn't big enough to stop you. It took you a while to get to work on account of the fact that you were trying to walk in ridiculous shoes. Sacrificing practicality for cuteness was never your thing, and trying to do it right now was basically murdering your ass.

" Jesus. " You said, feeling a slight pain already forming in the ball of your right foot, directly under the pinky toe. And you just knew tonight could either be terrible or wonderful.

Entering the diner, the familiar visage of Noah greeted you. You wonder if this place will ever get new faces. Ever.
" Why hello, [Name]. No offense, but are you taking up sidewalk roaming as a side job? "
" Hilarious. " You chiefed " I think I'd pop out of my socks if I laughed any harder. "

" I think you might pop out of your socks regardless. "
Oh. So your shoes were visibly too small.. Great.
" What-ever. Hey, You know what time it is? "
" Tryna work the rest of my shift? " He was oddly sarcastic and catty today. You didn't care to ask who or why, you were preoccupied with this date and this guy.

" No. "
" It's 7:57. "
" Really? " You perked up. Man, you probably had some pep in your step. That was unheard of, even if you took the bus. You don't remember taking a different way too? But hey, being not-late was much more appeasing than being 10 minutes late like you anticipated.

" Can I get a lemonade? "
" Yeah. " He simply said. He went to the back and gave you a bottled one instead of just a cup and lid. You nodded and then left the counter, sitting down. Though it went against many morals to be "all on your phone" during a date, you couldn't help but check the time for a second. It felt like 5 minutes had passed, but it was only now turning 7:59.

It was almost like the second the clock turned 8, a voice began to speak. It knocked the living daylights out of you, just as you were beginning to relax.

" Good evening. "
He actually spoke softly now. Presently his lilt made him sound like he was talking to a small animal, but you chalked it up to him not wanting to scare you out of your skin. There was no detectable sound of him coming in, not a singular jingle from the door bells.

" Hey. " You said with a weary smile. Reaching up a hand, you erected from the chair. He took it, and kissed it like you were still in the victorian times. It was actually a little sweet to you.

" Would you like to try the Loop? If you don't mind walking, its not too far. "

" I have my car. "
To you he sounded very monotonous and almost disinterested. It would hurt alot worse had you not known who he was.. and even so, it still did a little. On his end, however, he was breeching insanity. In all his years, All human years, he's never experienced something so material yet alluring. The inside of the - his - human body was like combusting and shaking, and drawing you to him like a magnet. It was tantalizing. He didn't want to touch you now, no, that could be saved for later. He wanted to be in your body, he wanted to entangle your soul - your essence with his, so he knows you couldn't escape. This usually uninterested, vengeful fire in him was snuffed and replaced with the smoldering ash of self-service and desperate need. He used the hand again to touch yours gently, and you smiled bashfully.