Supernatural Preferences {Oneshots, Preferences, Imagines}

Lucifer Imagine: Too Loud

You never remembered your dreams. If you did, they were vivid, lucid and precognitive. Tonight, you did.

You saw a blonde haired man, dancing in a small circle. He stopped and faces towards you.

"Glad you could join." And you woke up, sitting up.

Your room was the same. The light blue to purple walls, the messy dresser in the same place. Except for the chair in the middle of your room.

"Oh, hello." The same guy in your dream was sitting down. You pulled up the blankets, and gasped.

"How... What?" You looked around your room, confused. He smiled and laughed.

"I'm Lucifer. Morning Star, Satan, Devil. Whatever people are calling me these days." He got up and picked up one of the books off your dresser.

"Twilight. Worst thing since the rule of Gravity." He threw it onto the floor. You got up and slapped his arm.

"Can you not? How did you even get in here? The Devil isn't even real, so, if your a criminal, I have money, and expensive things." You sighed, picking up the book.

"I'm as real as you. Except, I'm a figment of your imagination that you can't get rid of. Sorry, not sorry." He looked sober at you and smiled. You wanted to slap the smile off his face.

You groaned, threw on a sweater, and went outside. It was about 6 am, your usual wake up time. You slipped on some flats and walked outside. There were a few people on the streets, and they fell, bleeding, quickly.

You looked back at Lucifer, staring. He was flicking his hands, like he was a bird, and with every flick, someone fell and bled.

You flipped him off, and got a few weird looks from people. You shook your head and looked forward.

"I won't stop. I don't want to stop. And you can't get rid of me." He was in front of you, walking backwards. This will be a long hallucination.

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Just a small idea. Should I expand?