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✵"All demons born from this inky womb usually scream or cry. But she...she was inscrutable. Almost as if she knew this would be her afterlife fate."✵ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆
WELL...IT TOOK A FEW DAYS, but a sewage line that pinpoints the exact destination to the Undergrounds was found--thank you Daniel.
Now, all Lucifer had to do was take the leap into the sewers and walk aimlessly with a flashlight and a gas mask over his face to keep from inhaling the toxic fumes.
Thank Hell he was smart enough to change clothes before arriving, his usual sharp white uniform would have been ruined from just one step in the ankle deep sludge.
But still...one of the many unworn black suits he's wearing is definitely going to be burned once he's done here.
No wonder Y/N didn't want him to come that day.
Well, that and because supposedly from what Lucifer has gathered...Ink Demons hate him for some unknown and stupid reason.
Maybe she shouldn't have married me then, he can't help but chuckle to himself before he stops.
No...maybe I shouldn't have proposed like I did, he remembers, a wave of insecurity hitting him, before he quickly shakes his head and continues forward in the dark, damp, dripping circular shaped sewer.
This will be quite the story to tell in the future. Lucifer Morningstar, the beautiful fallen angel and king of Hell journeyed into a sewer to find a lost civilization of dying demons!
Exaggerated, yes. But hey, how else does a story succeed in the press unless the truth is sprinkled with white sugar? In all honesty, this a story he will most likely never tell. No one, especially you, need to know about this.
Thankfully he was able to get a name from you, though it took some time since after you arrived...you locked yourself in your room. For two days. Without coming out.
The amount of hours Lucifer spent simply just sitting outside your door, trying to coax you to open up and let him in, or at least explain what happened...all attempts ended in vain.
For anyone else, such a situation would be considered an embarrassment, or even piss off the regular demon, but not Lucifer since...he himself is guilty of locking himself away for days on end, having his servants and Daniel outside trying to get him out and face the reality he's tried running from.
But now that he's experienced it in the outsider's shoes, he understands what it feels like.
⛧⛧⛧ MEMORY FLASHBACK ⛧⛧⛧
"Come on Y/N please, just...open the door," he attempts to jiggle the locked doorknob, before knocking softly and pressing his ear against the wood. He hears not even the slightest of sounds from the other side. "If you open the door I'll give you a cookie," he tries to say, before immediately smacking himself. She's not a kid you idiot! Don't treat her like one! With a sigh, the weight of his forehead falls against the door in a defeated manner, his hand lowering to his side. "I'm worried about you," he whispers faintly, unaware of the reaction it stirred. "You're..." he trails off, swallowing, nearly stopping himself from saying the last part. He closes his eyes. No, you need to hear this, whether you like it or not. And...whether he likes it or not, he needs to say it. "You're my wife," he finally speaks, "we're supposed to be open with each other to make this work, yeah? So please, just come out so I know you're okay. Or...you don't have to. I won't force you. But... could you please at least tell me who you talked to down there so that I can..." He trails off, quickly coming up with a lie. "So that I can write it down in my book of...important things." A tense silence fills the passing moments, the clock ticking and tocking the seconds away before-- "Matthew," you whisper faintly. Lucifer's ears perk. Matthew. "And what does Matthew do? Just making sure I get everything written down right," he quickly says, "totally not gonna do anything else," he tries to chuckle casually, mentally smacking himself out of fear he slipped. Another minute of silence passes, only fueling Lucifer's panic, until the relief nearly takes him down to his knees when he hears your voice. "He's the leader of the Ink Demons," you mutter through the door. Lucifer nods to himself, taking a mental note of this Matthew. He's the man he needs to see after all. Though it's not exactly much, it's enough to go off on. If he asks anymore questions it might raise further suspicion. "Thank you," he smiles to himself, "I'll go write this down in my business book." Lucifer turns to leave before suddenly stopping halfway, something within him seizing him, keeping him in place as he slowly glances over his shoulder at the door again. Even though he can't see you, or anything that you're doing inside your room, he can't help but have a clear picture in his head of you standing in front of a mirror, touching the stains with a look of shame and distaste on your face. A tinge of guilt pinches at his chest, making him walk backwards until he's up against the door again. Everything inside of him screams to let it be, to simply walk away and continue this ignorance to your pain, to your insecurity. But at the same time...he just can't. He wants to tell you something he fears you haven't been told in God knows how long. "I think," he whispers, eyes lowering to the floor, "you look beautiful." His eyes close. "If anything I think...you're one of the rare beautiful demons I've ever seen." He knows he's saying this to ease your pain, to make you feel a little better about yourself. Yet he can't deny the truth behind his words. Lucifer inhales deeply. "Watching you dance in the garden made me see that...and I hope that one day, you'll see what I see too." He quickly walks away, too much of a coward to stay and hear your reaction, and in fear he might accidentally say toomuch if he stays longer. Lucifer can't see, but behind him, the door suddenly opens slightly, your head peeking out from within, revealing your wide glowing golden eyes, and a faint blush on your cheeks.
