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21. MISSION: Unalive Club owner (part 1)

Am backkk! The next, uh, 10 smth chps are gonna be missions they go to. As each chp has one mission they are SUPER LONG  and It'll take me some time to finish so...hang in there! Each chp will have 2 parts. I tried to make this funny but I don't have a sense of humor lol 😭also they are in Human disguises so Lucifers blood will appear red. Also the art i throwed up there gave me the inspo for the ENTIRE chp. My brains elite for getting THIS much from 2 pics damnnn
Anyway enjoyyy!💖💖
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Lucifer’s POV:

"Holy fuck."

Lucifer stood there, staring at the club in front of him. It was like someone had gone to Vegas, stolen every neon sign they could find, then slapped them all onto one building and said, "Yeah, that’s classy." The club's name? ENJOY YOUR STEAMY TIME—because of course it was. Lucifer already hated everything about this. Why, why did the first spirit they had to hunt down have to be here? His life was a joke.

Alastor and Lucifer were in human disguises, so they could fit in. Lucifers human form wasn’t much different from his casual look—just no markings on his cheeks, his top hat was gone, and his eyes were now a bland, boring blue instead of their usual demon-red.

Alastor, on the other hand? Alastor looked... well, hot. Not like "burn you alive in Hellfire" hot, but the kind of "wow, humans would definitely flirt with this guy" hot. His human disguise was basically how he looked back when he was alive: all slick, sharp, and dangerously charming.

He looked like he’d just strolled out of some black-and-white noir film, except with way better lighting and, well, HD.

Picture this: a 1920s radio host crossed with a cartoon villain. He had this sharp red vest that practically screamed, "I’m classy, but you really shouldn’t trust me." His brown hair was swept neatly to the side, equal parts suave and scheming. The grin? Oh, don’t even start. It wasn’t just smug—it was the kind of grin that said, “I know something you don’t, and I’m going to enjoy watching you figure it out.”

In other words, Alastor looked like trouble. But, to be fair, that was sort of his whole vibe.

Lucifer realized he was staring way longer than was socially acceptable. Like, really staring. He quickly looked away before Alastor noticed. It took every ounce of his not-so-infinite willpower to keep him from turning red like a middle schooler with a crush.

“Well, according to the file, the first spirit is possessing the owner of this club,” Alastor said, not even glancing up from the folder Sera had given him. Typical. “So all we have to do is find the club owner, put him in serious danger, and, you know, kill him.”

Cool. Casual. Just another Wednesday in the life of supernatural hitmen.

“Yeah, I got that part,” Lucifer said, trying to keep the rising panic in his stomach at bay. “But is there anything, I don’t know, useful in the file?”

Because honestly, the more they stood here, the worse this was starting to feel. Lucifer's nerves were already doing a tap dance, and He was seriously questioning why he ever agreed to this plan in the first place.

Alastor kept scanning the file like it was the most riveting novel ever written. “Well… it says here the spirit won’t come out unless the host is in serious danger. Other than that, the host is… well, normal. Or as normal as a fat, perverted club owner with two wives can be.”

Great. Just the kind of guy he wanted to hang out with.

“Okay, so… how do we, like, approach him?” He asked, scrambling for a game plan that didn’t involve him awkwardly standing in front of some burly bouncers. “Do we need a VIP pass? Or should I just teleport us straight to his office, or…?”