The Songbird and the Serpent (Lucifer Morningstar X Reader)

Devil in Disguise

Author's Note: This chapter is going to be a bit slow, but next chapter things should really start to pick up. I hope you guys like it and let me know what you think, because I've been working on this everyday since the last chapter and I hope it's not in vain. Also, if I use songs in these chapters, they wil be listed at the end and usually will have partially changed lyrics.

WARNING: There will be mature themes such as: profanity, violence, and sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.

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The imp staggered down the street, the fruity margaritas still buzzing in his veins. His thoughts kept drifting back to that chick who had rejected him, and to Lucifer, who had swooped in like a hero. It pissed him off more than anything. He wanted to go back and show them who was boss, but he knew Lucifer would incinerate him on the spot. So, he settled for kicking a trashcan, sending its contents spilling onto the concrete.

The can clattered down the alley, rattling as it disappeared into the darkness. A hellhound from the building emerged, scowling at the mess. "Hey, shithead! Put my dumpster back before I beat your ass."

"Come on, man! I need this," the imp whined, grinding the trash under his shoe.

The hound scoffed, "Quit being a whiny bitch and put everything back. I know what you look like, so don't think I won't find you and beat you up if you don't." He went back inside, leaving the imp alone. The imp didn't want to test his bluff and reluctantly trudged into the alley to retrieve the trashcan.

Even though it wasn't that late, the alley was dark, forcing the imp to hold onto the wall to avoid tripping. Shadows seemed to dance at the edges of his vision, and the alley grew darker, as if the night itself was closing in. The feeling of unseen eyes on his back sent shivers down his spine. Where the hell is that trashcan?

A sudden noise -- a clatter of something metallic -- broke the silence. The imp spun around, heart pounding, his glowing eyes straining to penetrate the murky darkness. Nothing. Just the dim outlines of bins and piles of trash. But the feeling of being watched was now a tangible weight pressing down on him.

Something wasn't right. How come the alley seemed to get darker? Why did he keep feeling eyes peering down his neck? Hells, he began to think he'd rather get beat up than deal with this.

The imp bumped into the trashcan, startling him. He sighed in relief, grabbing the can, and started to walk back. He still felt uneasy as he continued down the long alley. His mind raced, imagining all the horrors that could be lurking just out of sight. Was that the sound of breathing behind them? Or the scrape of a shoe against the rough concrete? Panic set in, and he broke into a run, the narrow alley walls seeming to close in around him, his own ragged breaths and frantic heartbeat the only sounds in the suffocating darkness.

As he neared the end of the alley, it only seemed to get longer, the lights from the street getting further and further away. Just as he was about to emerge into the relative safety of the street beyond, a shadow detached itself from the darkness, blocking his path. He froze, terror coursing through his veins, dropping the trashcan to the ground.

What emerges from the shadows was a man who had eyes like a fox, sharp teeth, and ears poking from his messy hair. He wore a single-breasted tan blazer with a faded black t-shirt underneath and black jeans. Somewhere, music played, reverberating off of the walls, and the fox man smiled, wrapping his arm around the imp.

One day you'll gaze up at the ceiling above

The world around them distorts, the imp in his childhood home, a place he hadn't been in years.