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HELL'S GREATEST PT. 1
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Y/N'S POV
You always thought of yourself as someone kind of lucky. Not the miraculous, lottery-winning type, but lucky enough to steer clear of any real disasters. Well, maybe except for the time that you untimely died, you can still consider yourself as luckier than most.
Misfortune? Hah! That felt like something that would happened to other people.
Well… not until today that is.
You stood just outside the Hotel, hands behind your back, trying to enjoy a moment of quiet after going out and getting yourself two more blood servants and killing a bunch of demons who unwittingly stood on your way.
The city was unusually still. No wind, no noise, not even the distant screech of some demon fighting over garbage—just a heavy silence pressing against the cracked pavement.
And then, something shifted.
You didn’t see anything yet, but the hairs on your neck rose like a warning. Something wrong was in the air. Heavy. Charged. It made your stomach twist before your brain could catch up.
Then it happened—you and Lucifer locked eyes.
Or rather, he looked at you. And you stared back, frozen stiff.
You weren’t sure if you were horrified or terrified—maybe both. Your legs wouldn't move, and your mouth had forgotten how to work. Your thoughts were spinning like a broken record. What were you supposed to do in front of the Morning Star himself? Bow? Run? Scream?
None of those options made it past your panic.
It made no sense. Your brain was practically convulsing, trying to figure out the best course of action in front of an honest-to-hell Fallen Angel. But how could it help? It’s not like you’d ever rehearsed for something like this.
And really, what were the chances?
Why now? Why here, just outside the Hotel doors? You stepped out to accelerate some plans, although you knew you would meet him, but definitely not alone!—and somehow, you walked straight into Lucifer’s path like fate had written it into a damned script.
It was so perfectly timed, so impossibly coincidental that you felt schemed or orchestrated at, it didn’t feel like chance at all. It felt like destiny had rigged the whole game just to see you sweat.
For the first time in your life, Lady Luck wasn’t smiling at you.
She was laughing. Hard.
The only thing that kept you from cursing out loud was Lucifer himself, is infront of you.
“That...” He narrowed his eyes at you, tilting his head ever so slightly, the glow in his crimson irises sharpening with playful suspicion. “Are we competing for a staring contest or am I misunderstanding?”
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