Somewhere in Los Angeles
John, Blaze, and Danny were strolling through the bustling streets of LA when they heard a man shouting, "Repent! Repent your sins before it's too late! The end is near! The Devils walk among us!"
John smirked and sauntered over. "Padre, you have no idea how right you are," he said, chuckling.
Blaze added with a grin, "No need to be angry about it, though. Might as well enjoy the ride."
As they watched, a passerby handed the preacher some money. "Bless you," the man said to his donor, then turned his attention back to John and Blaze. "Tell me, have you two seen the face of the Devils?"
In perfect unison, John and Blaze replied with a wink, "Every morning in the mirror, pal."
The preacher's eyes lit up. "Exactly! They're in all of us, in every moment of weakness! Look around—the sin, the lust! It's the Devils' touch!"
John shook his head, amused. "N-n-no, don't give us credit for all that. You humans are more than capable of messing things up all on your own."
The preacher, visibly annoyed, lowered his microphone and marched over to the trio. "Alright, what's your game here, pals?"
Blaze raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"Yeah, move your little act along. I'm not splitting my tips with you three if that's what you're after."
Danny chimed in, "Wait, is this a street performance? Like the Chewbacca and Spider-Man acts down the block? Gotta admit you're pretty convincing."
The preacher scoffed. "Exactly. Now, go bother them. You're bad for business."
Ignoring the group, he raised his mic again and resumed. "Repent! The Devils..."
Without missing a beat, John and Blaze echoed in sync, "...aren't done with you yet."
The preacher froze, then turned slowly to face them. John stepped forward, his expression darkening. "You know what I hate more than anything? Liars. Charlatans. People who don't believe a word of what they preach."
The man's face twisted in confusion. "So, what are you gonna do about it?"
John and Blaze advanced together, their voices eerily synchronized. "Why, make you a believer, of course."
Their faces shifted, transforming into their devilish visages. The preacher's eyes widened in terror as he stumbled back. "S-stay away! They're the Devils! This isn't a performance! They're real!"
In his panic, he accidentally flung his money into the air, scattering it across the pavement. John, watching the crowd's growing amusement, turned to one onlooker and deadpanned, "It's true. It's all true."
The crowd erupted in applause, thinking it was all part of the show. As the three of them walked away, John glanced back and, with a grin, called out, "Thanks, folks! We're here till... well, the end of time." He laughed as they continued down the street.
Later at Linda's office
John, Blaze, and Danny entered Linda's therapy office, settling into the plush chairs. Linda, the therapist, glanced at her notes and then at the trio.
"So, you two are the Devils," Linda stated, arching an eyebrow.
In perfect harmony, John and Blaze replied, "Yes."
John leaned forward with a grin. "Well, Satan, Beelzebub, Old Scratch—actually, I'm quite fond of that one."
Blaze chimed in, "I'm Mephistopheles, Angel of Thursday, Speed of God. But I prefer Mephisto. Has a nice ring to it."
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Lucifer (OCs x Lucifer) (Fan Fiction)
FanfictionBored and unhappy as the Lord of Hell, John Morningstar (formerly known as Lucifer) has abandoned his throne and retired to L.A., bored from his sulking life in hell, comes to live in Los Angeles. While there, he helps humanity with its miseries thr...
