𝑨 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 (𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

Chapter #1: Chicken Noodle Soup

Third person POV:

"I'm calling to tell you that I need another day off," y/n spoke through the phone to their manager, calling in for the third sick day they've taken this week. "I've still got a terrible cold, I wouldn't want anybody to catch it!" 

They're hanging upside-down off the edge of their bed to make their voice sound nasally, and they add in a fake cough in-between their sentences as they speak. They weren't really sick, they just needed a break from the dullness of everyday work. Y/n hated going to work, they'd dramatically told themself many times that they would honestly rather die than carry on at their job. It was just so boring to them.

"Okay y/n, get well soon." Their manager said through the phone, "There's only so many paid sick days you can take."

Y/n rolled their eyes.

As if you can choose when you get sick. They think to themself sarcastically.

"Yeah, I will," They reply, "goodbye." *cough cough*

"Goodbye y/n."

Y/n presses the red hang-up button on the bottom of the screen and sits up on their bed. Their vision spins and loops into colorful swirls, clouding their surroundings. Sitting up straight after hanging upside down for so long had made their head all wobbly. 

Things start spinning back into place and the fuzz in their eyes clears up as the blood that had rushed to their head goes back to it's normal circulation. But just as the throbbing in their brain had subsided, a new pain had rumbled in their stomach. They just then realized how long they've gone without eating.

They click their phone back on to check the time, 2:27 PM.

"Damn, no wonder why I'm so hungry," they say to themself as they stand up out of bed, "it's past noon, and I haven't eaten a thing today."

They stretch their arms into the air- causing their back to crack four different times. They then stumble down their hallway and into the kitchen to figure out something to eat. They go scouring through their cabinets looking for inspiration on what they should cook for themself, when they stumble upon a familiar old cookbook underneath stacked-up canned goods in the back of a cabinet.

It was a cookbook they recognized, it had belonged to their mother before she passed away. Y/n despised their mother. Not that she was abusive or anything serious, she was just a pain. She was hypocritical, annoying, and stubborn, not to mention strict. Deep down, y/n loved their mother, but they couldn't deny that she was the bane of their existence up until her demise.

But if there was one thing that woman was good for, it was cooking.

Y/n excitedly flipped through the pages of the book in search for a good recipe. Perhaps they would find something nostalgic, a meal from their childhood. Or something new that they've never tried before. They stopped on one page, grinning at the recipe that they had uncovered for chicken noodle soup. 

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As the soup bubbled on the stove, a savory aroma filled the kitchen, causing y/n's stomach to grumble once more. They added the listed seasonings of the recipe to the pot, and just as they did, an unexpected chill descended from behind them, sending goosebumps onto the nape of their neck, making the hair stand up.

Y/n slowly turned around to see what caused such a suspenseful feeling to loom over them, and they were met with a cyclone of flashing golden light.

They took a step back, their eyes widening in disbelief as the light dissipated- revealing a tall, regal looking man. He has sharp, angular facial features that give him a somewhat sinister- but charming look, his eyes reflecting a fierce intensity about them. His skin was a porcelain white, with doll-like red circles sitting on the edges of his mouth full of pointed teeth. Y/n could only gape at the sight.

Then, the man spoke, "Wha- where am I?" He looks around the room in confusion, "What just happened?"

He then points his gaze directly at y/n, "How were you able to summon me?" 

Y/n's heart was hammering in their chest, "I- I don't know!" They shout back while frantically flipping through the pages of their cookbook, "You were supposed to be chicken noodle soup!"

He scratched his head cartoonishly, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement. "Chicken noodle soup?"

Y/n nodded frantically, pointing at the recipe page. "Yes, I was just making soup from my mom's recipe book. I didn't mean to summon... you."

The man regarded them for a moment, then glanced at the cookbook. "Well, this is unexpected," he mused, a small smile playing on his lips. He paused a moment, 

"What is your name?" He asked them.

"Y/n." They looked him up and down, "...Who are you exactly?"

"Oh, yes- right! I should probably introduce myself." He perked up, adjusting his suit lapels. "My name is Lucifer Morningstar!" He said taking y/n's hand in his and bowing before them, "The king of Hell!"

Y/n's heart started pounding like it was trying to escape their chest. The book dropped out of their hands, hitting the floor with a thud, "...The king of Hell?" They mumbled, jaw dropped.

As y/n gathered their wits, they realized the absurdity of the situation. They just accidentally summoned one of the most powerful beings in existence while trying to recreate a childhood dish. It was surreal, to say the least.

"I'm sorry," they began, their voice wavering. "I didn't mean to-"

Lucifer held up a hand, cutting them off gently. "It's quite all right y/n," he said, his tone surprisingly reassuring. "Accidents happen, even in the realms beyond. But I must admit, I haven't had a mortal summon me for soup before." He chuckles at that last bit.

As if things couldn't get any crazier, the tornado of light appeared again, engulfing both him and y/n in its glow.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!?" Y/n screamed, locking their eyes shut in terror.

But just as soon as they were swept up, they were let free. Y/n slowly blinked open their eyes, realizing that they had been holding tightly to the man they had summoned, he was looking down at them with an eyebrow raised and his mouth curved into a smirk, and as y/n let go of him, blushing in embarrassment, he was visibly entertained at their flustered actions.

Y/n then looked at the space around them, taking in their surroundings.

"Where am I?"

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AUTHORS NOTE:

You aren't dead, you were just accidentally transported to Hell along with Lucifer.

How do you guys like the first chapter?? Any thoughts?

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