Every time I close my eyes, I see a flash of the past. Sometimes, I see the battlefield with bodies at every step, and smoke from artillery fire everywhere you looked. Sometimes I see friends, Odin, Michael, and even Azazel. But most of the time, I...
Funny thing love is. You'd think a guy like me, always knee-deep in blood and chaos, would have no time for something so messy. But here I am, thinking about it. The world I live in, violent, ugly, chaotic doesn't leave room for tender things. I don't have time for tenderness. No time to be soft.
But then there are those moments. When you're looking at someone and for just a second, you forget everything. All that killing, all that running, becomes meaningless. You wonder if you could just stop. Stop the fighting. Stop the pain. It's a stupid thought, but it lingers. Gwyintail gave me that thought. She made me soft. A part of me is happy that she passed, after all becoming soft is a guaranteed death sentence in my world.
Lucifer: You.
Y/N: Don't tell me you've also been invited.
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Lucifer: Actually, I'm thinking of leaving.
I was invited by the Sitri clan to attend a banquet of some sort. I figured they wanted to pledge their loyalty, after all they were in my "will stay out of my way" list. Arrived here without my whole Legend of The Night suit. It would be better if I kept a low profile, or at least try to.
Y/N: You look different. New set of makeup?
Lucifer: Why do you care?
Yeah, why do you?
Y/N: Just trying to figure if you're auditioning for a commercial now that you've lost your job as Lucifer, or if you got lost in a discount bin.
Lucifer: Are you done insulting me?
Y/N: Are you done acting like a princess?
Guard: (clears throat) Excuse me, am I speaking with the current and old ruler?
For a second there I thought that he was referring to you when he said old ruler.
Guard was probably given instructions to let me inside if he sees me. No idea how he figured my identity, maybe Soma had a hand in this.
No doubt she asked Gremory how you look. And of course that red head bitch just gave away your identity.
Y/N: It's called president, and yes you are. How come you didn't let me in before but you do now?
Guard: Miss Sitri has given me clear instructions to allow you both passage, at the same time.
Y/N: Then step aside.
Guard: Umm... I'm afraid I'm going to have to hold onto your weapons sir.
