Supernatural Preferences

Just Roll With It Pt. 2

"Are you going to tell me why you summoned me here, or are you just going to lie there?"

Blinking my eyes open, the first thing I saw was that the candles were aflame. I didn't light them before the ritual so that was creepy.

Speaking of creepy, there was a man standing in the middle of the room.

Wait...

"How did? Who are? What the?" I stammer, unable to say a full sentence.

"I would've expected the person that planned out the spell and read the incantation to be smart enough to answer those questions," the man muttered. "But maybe that's just wishful thinking."

"What are you doing in my house?" I finally managed to spit out, pressing myself into the corner of the room.

"It's not like I want to be here, you're the one that summoned me."

My eyes flicked to the library book, now discarded on the floor.

"Y-y-you're the d-devil?"

"My name is Lucifer, if you don't mind." He said curtly.

"Lucifer is in my living room," I mumbled to myself, trying to comprehend the severity of the situation. "Lucifer is in my living room and he's not trying to kill me."

"I would if I could, darling," he called from the makeshift alter. "But you doused the candles in holy oil, I can't move from this circle. Not to mention there is an unspoken rule specifying that angels and demons alike must hear what the mortal has to say before killing them."

"This is a joke, isn't it?" I asked. "It's all just some elaborate prank being pulled on me."

"Do your friends always do things like that?"

I averted my eyes and blushed. "Actually, I don't have any friends."

"And you assumed this was a prank because...?" He drawled.

"Because this whole situation is messed up! When I read about the ritual I never expected it to work. It was just a way to kill time before bed."

Lucifer stared at me intently for a while, before clapping his hands together and cracking his knuckles.

"Well, whilst I'm here, I can make a deal with you. What'll it be? Looks? Love? Fame? Friends? You're in desperate need of all of them."

"I thought crossroad demons were the ones that made deals?" I asked, ignoring the hurtful jab with every word he said.

"You seem to have some knowledge on the subject. Tell me, how do you know about crossroad demons when you don't know how you summoned me?" He asked sceptically.

"I, erm, I read these books about two brothers-"

"Sam and Dean?" Lucifer cut in.

I turned vermilion red.

"Oh, y-you've heard of the books then." I mumbled. Most people thought it was weird that I read such juvenile material.

"On the contrary, I've met them." He answered, casually. "Nice pair of boys, tenacious and scrappy, but good souls."

"Wha-? I mean, why? How? When?"

"Father Dearest wrote about real people. Mortals don't tend to have the mental capacity to understand that."

I was 90% convinced I had been in some terrible accident and this was some sort of hallucination the hospital drugs were giving me.

This couldn't be real. Could it?

"If you're really Lucifer, then prove it." I said as boldly as I could with a rather attractive stranger who claimed to be the devil standing in my house.

"The fact that I'm standing here isn't enough? Sweetheart, I'm not just some random intruder, I appeared in a flash of light and I could leave just as easily if I wasn't standing in this circle of holy fire." He snapped irritably. "But if you want proof, then fine,"

With a slight tap of his feet, the floor he was standing on was coated with a layer of ice. It swirled into the air behind him, frozen spikes wrapping around themselves until they reached the ceiling, effectively causing the plaster to rain down.

"Oh my God," I breathed, unable to get out any more than a soft whisper.

"Please refrain from using the G-word for my father. I'm not his biggest fan, I'd hate to give him credit." Lucifer - the very real Lucifer - sighed lazily.

"Sorry, I-"

"Don't apologise, you're only human." He cut in.

"Right, sorry-"

"Are you always apologising? I swear the only intelligible things that have come out of your mouth are either sceptical remarks, random questions or the word 'sorry'. Lucifer snapped, his patience clearly wearing thin, if he had any to begin with.

He looked me up and down, one blond eyebrow raising slightly.

"What's your name? Can I add that to your brief list of vocabulary?"

I glared at him, but answered anyway. "I'm Y/N. I don't know why I summoned you here and I don't know what I want from you, but I'm starting to regret it already." I had no idea where this sudden burst of courage had come from but I wasn't complaining.

"Allow me to move the process along so I can go home," he said, rubbing his hands together. "What you seem to need most is a good friend. If you could pick anyone in the world to be your friend, anyone at all, who would it be?"

I pondered this for a second before the true realisation sank in.

"You."

Lucifer looked puzzled for a second.

"Me?"

"Yes, you."

"I don't quite follow," he said carefully. "Why would you want me to be your friend?"

Well, there was no going back now. No point hiding how lonely I really was.

"This is the longest conversation I've had with someone since my parents died. My therapist moved away so I can't get any sessions, the librarians think I'm weird and the neighbours are unbearable. Believe it or not, you're actually quite a nice guy," I paused before continuing. "Even if you are technically the devil. Besides, it would be a fun experience."

I gave the blue-eyed archangel a small smile and, I swear to his father, he blinked away a tear, before giving me a cocky grin, covering up any sign of genuine emotion.

"Very well, I can't say no to such a pure soul. If you think it's worth the shortened lifespan then I will be your... friend." He looked down at the candles still flickering at his feet. "Now, erm, could you possibly let me out so we can kiss on it?" He asked awkwardly.

"K-kiss?" I stammered.

"Crossroad demons always seal the deal with a kiss. The same rules apply to me in this instance." He narrowed his eyes. "You have kissed someone before, right?"

My face, not for the first time that night, turned bright red.

"I mean, not exactly. If we're splitting hairs then not at all. I've practiced a few times on the mirror, but never on anyone else."

"Oh, Y/N," Satan said almost sympathetically. "You made the right choice summoning me."

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After extinguishing the flames surrounding Lucifer and making sure he wouldn't kill me, we agreed to be friends for ten years before my soul was dragged to Hell.

When it came to the kiss, to say it was awkward is an understatement. He pecked me quickly on the lips before straightening up once more and nodding slightly, obviously uncomfortable.

"I should be getting back to tending my demons, they're lost without me." He said after a short period of time.

He moved as far away from the burnt out candles as he could be turning to me.

"I'll see you soon, Y/N."

And with that, he was gone.