sick for you | (•ө•)

chap. v

if you dance, i'll dance,
and if you don't, i'll dance anyway.
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chapter v:
my lady,
a woman of intelligence.

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give peace a chance,
let the fear you have fall away.

the ride back home was quiet, belphie is still sleeping so beel kept you company. from the absolute 'funny joke' sebastian said to everyone to the proposal of going to a secret party hosted by lord aleister chamber.

at first you immediately disagreed, saying you preferred to not be at parties. both angelina and lau tried to convince you to join but their persuasion didn't work but one sentence from ciel makes your blood boil.

"you're already in so deep, why sack off suddenly ? are you perhaps.. scared ?".

the smirk, the tone, the attitude. you wonder if the face you made satisfied his question and curiosity. little brat doesn't know what he's talking about nor who he's talking to, literally. so out of anger and annoyance, you agreed to going to the party.

while you're not enjoying it, you know lucifer and asmo are going to enjoy everything. lucifer with his sneaky, secretive knowledge about the killer(s) and asmo, just cause he can finally dress you up in a beautiful gown.

after arriving back to the mansion, beel quickly guides the horses back to their area so he can bring belph to a comfortable bed. you bid beel goodbye and head inside, you weren't sure if it was your mood, your aura or face but lucifer can immediately tell something is off.

"how did go, darling ?" he asked, removing your coat and gloves swiftly. you exhale loudly as he caresses your cheeks softly, you stare up at him and grumble: "horrendous".

he chuckles at your childish response and pats your head before folding the gloves and the coat neatly. the door opens as beel skaddles inside with belph snoozing in his arms, the former greets lucifer with a smile as he runs upstairs.

lucifer's gaze stays on belphie for a few moments, the same gaze returns back to you, a glint of amusement in those pair of rose red eyes. grinning, he stares at you with a raised eyebrow, suggesting some suggestive suggestions.

blood travels to your face and ears as warmness engulfs you fully. you scowl and roll your eyes, unable to hide the embarrassment crawling up. he chuckles, placing your stuff on the coat stabd and pulls on your cheeks, grinning: "ah ? out of all the places.. hmph, guess i'm not too surprise".

"stawph" you muttered, too tired to push him away and stop him from pulling your cheeks. he ignores you and continues asking: "then tell me everything, darling".

you sigh loudly and begin telling him almost everything: chinese man, kid, demon butler, some tweaking grim reaper and the plan to go to the secret party with the help of angelina. lucifer doesn't look too impressed nor is he too surprised.

"..hm, honestly... how does that even make senses ? do they genuinely think the killer brought the girls only to kill and dump their bodies outside their home ?... oh well" lucifer shakes his head, kids stays as kids, silly suggestions stays silly.