𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐄𝐃 ! 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐡.

5. Welcome to Hell

(A/N): REMEMBER! As mentioned in the introduction, there are (though very few) subtle changes to the chronological order of events in the show. In this case, Pentious was already residing at the hotel when Charlie met with Adam. :)

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"And... what is that?" (Y/N) questioned hesitantly.

"Cult cloak," Lucifer replied, an eyebrow raised. He pointed a sharp finger to the grey cloak adorned with satanic symbols. "You've never seen one? People used to wear these a lot. This one is mine." He held his up, showing the large, bold letters displayed on the back that wrote out, "LUCIFERS SUPER BADASS CULT, est. 6th century, B.C."

(Y/N) rubbed her forehead, feeling a headache forming. "No, I know what it is. I was just— wait," her eyes widened tenfold. "'this one is mi..' YOUR cloak? Lucifer wh— are you in a cult?" She spoke horrifically, staring at him strangely.

The Fallen Angel choked on his spit. "What? NO!" He cried out. "I mean, well, sort of? I have a cult of followers that worship me, but I didn't start the damn thing!" He followed quickly, watching as his every word made her become more and more weak in the knees.

He grabbed her waist before she fainted. She forced out, "People worship you!?" Grabbing his shoulders, looking down at him. He gulped nervously. "Aha, uh, you see, (Y/N)... people down here aren't nearly as devout as those in Heaven." He sat her down on a stool, enlarging its legs to suit her larger height. He scoot another chair over, sitting next to her.

She sighed, leaning back against a wall the stool was sat against. "Well," she shook her head comically, an awkward smile on her face. "There's... still plenty I must learn about this realm. I am anxious to see all of it," pressing an arm against her back, she felt for the familiar three pairs of wings she was so used to. Her smile faltered slightly. "I'm sure that with time, I will come to adore Hell as I do Heaven."

Lucifer was surprised by her response. "Really? You seemed like you were just about to pass out thinking about a cult. Are you sure you'll be handle everything else this place has to offer?" He eyed her skeptically. She laughed softly.

"Yes, it's true there's still much I must become accustomed with. Regardless of how stark the contrast may be from what I'm familiar with, this realm is still under my..." she paused, remembering she still had not told him the details of her dilemma. Wishing to push back that discussion for another day, she continued. "...Heaven's jurisdiction. I look forward to seeing it, head to toe." She released the tension in her shoulders, relieved he hadn't detected her slip up.

Touched by her acceptance of his people, the King of Hell smiled. Lucifer, despite having the people of Hell under his direct command for centuries now, still can't seem to throw them a single bone. He despises the repulsive, sex-driven and rambunctious sinner demons.

It's almost ironic, really. How (Y/N), who just arrived days ago, was so quick to open her arms to change. She's so much better than he is. 'Then again, she's always been that way. She isn't the High Priestess for no reason.'

Grinning, she placed a warm hand on his cold cheek. He leaned into the warmth. The distant, near-forgotten feeling of familial care brought a fuzzy feeling to his chest.

Removing her hand, she instead reached out for the cloak in his arms. She winced slightly. "Lucifer, I appreciate you doing all of this for me. I'm aware these cloaks are to be used as disguises, though I'm not sure how I feel about wearing something out as a 'cult member'," she confessed. Heaven was already unhappy with her, she couldn't imagine their reaction to her wearing the garments of idol worshippers.