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28. MISSION: Lucifer becomes siren (whee)

Thankyou soo much Free_Beans for the idea. Honestly, this mission is a liiittle bit more different than the rest. This is the fourth mission.....as I said, this will be the last one! And at the end of this mission, you'd never guess what's gonna happen! This mission has......I'm not sure how many parts honestly, unlike the rest who only have two. The next chapter will be all Alastor.

ENJOYYY!!!!!!!
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Lucifer's POV

Lucifer should've known better than to agree to a mission that involved open water, a Miami heatwave, and worst of all-cruise ship buffets. He clutched the ship's railing, squinting through the endless Miami sunshine, and muttered to himself. This was worse than punishment duty back in Hell.

"Enjoying the view, your majesty?" Alastor strolled up beside him, looking annoyingly unbothered by the swaying deck and triple-digit temperatures. Dressed in a tailored linen suit with sunglasses between his suit buttons, he looked like he'd stepped right off the cover of Devils Monthly.

"Define 'enjoying,'" Lucifer groaned, glancing out at the ocean as the boat started moving away from the Miami skyline. "This is less 'Caribbean paradise' and more 'I want to dive overboard and swim for it.'"

Lucifer was wearing a white top, qnd shorts that honestly looked more like skirts, with a gold and red cloth, the translucent kind, tied to his waist. It was giving roral vibes. He had no idea why Alastor wanted him to dress like that.

"Relax," Alastor said, patting him on the back with a bit too much force. "You'll adjust. Besides, you wouldn't want to miss our 'All-You-Can-Eat Ghostly Buffet' in the cargo hold tonight, would you?" Alastor winked, holding up the mission file.

Lucifer winced. "You say it like that's a treat. We're supposed to be hunting spirits, not getting eaten by them."

Alastor flipped open the file, showing Lucifer a grainy photograph of the cursed artifact-a rusty, barnacle-covered idol that looked like it had come from the set of a very low-budget horror film. "According to Sera's intel, it was discovered by some clueless cruise passenger who thought it would make a charming centerpiece. Apparently, it's been calling out to a few... unwilling souls. Souls that we need to make sure stay on board."

"Right. They've somehow already rounded up half the passengers into their ghostly cult," Lucifer muttered. "Remind me again why we couldn't do this on solid ground?"

"Spirit power grows over water," Alastor replied, tapping his temple as if it were obvious. "Especially in places like this-between Miami and the Bermuda Triangle. It's perfect haunting territory."

Lucifer sighed, imagining a long night of creepy cargo hold rituals, irritable ghost captains, and probably some highly embarrassing run-ins with passengers who thought he was just a particularly sexy guest.

"Great," he grumbled, eyeing the still-visible Miami shore, wondering if he could make it there in one dive. "A haunted cruise, and I didn't even pack my swim trunks."

Alastor was the picture of calm as Lucifer leaned over the railing, fighting off waves of nausea. "Oh, you'll be fine," he said with an insufferable amount of confidence. Lucifer shot him a look that screamed, Easy for you to say, Mister 'I'm-not-about-to-throw up-every-five-seconds.'

Two days at sea. That's how long they'd have to endure this floating barf factory before they reached the Bermuda Triangle, a.k.a. Mission Central. In other words, an eternity on waves of pure misery. Alastor also mentioned after comming back to Miami they'll be going to New Orleans. Alastor said something about a secret plan. Which was weird because this was there last mission.