Dark Desires

8. The Devil You Know: Part 1

"How about this one?" 

"To Kat Von D."

"Uh, how about this one then?"

"If I wanted to be a nun, I would've joined the convent millennia ago." Came probably my one-hundredth rejection in the past hour. Dana though helpful to an extent had proven to be a true saint with the amount of nagging I had subjected her to thus far.

She had approached me by her own will to help me get ready for this evening's event and seeing as though my perception of fashion only went as far as skinny jeans and giant oversized sweaters, I took her offer without a second thought.

"Be it that this is the 21st century and all, you don't think it would be too far fetched to just attend this stupid event naked?"

A slight chuckle slipped past Dana's lips as she attempted to hang up the array of dresses that had accumulated on the ground. "Uh, I think that's a little too much. Truth be told, out of all the dresses we've gone through I'm pretty sure there were five that would've looked perfect on you but you absolutely hated those so I guess we're back to square one."

Hearing her say that did not sit well with me in the slightest, be it that I was quickly running out of time until Lucifer and I headed out.

Speaking of the ass himself, I hadn't seen him around the apartment all day. Ignoring the fact that I may have slept past both breakfast and lunch, Lucifer has been MIA for the most part which left me even more uneasy since he could return home at any moment and here I was still sitting in a pair of washed out sweats without the slightest clue as to what to wear.

"How about I go ahead and do your hair for you now while we figure put what you're going to wear later on?" Dana said, her words seeming logical enough that I agreed to her suggestion and followed her into my bathroom where a large collection of makeup and hair product's were splayed out around the marble sink.

I don't remember owning this much makeup myself and had to wonder if perhaps this was all Dana's doing. Then again how could this possibly be all hers if the most valuable thing she owned was a ripped up dress currently sitting at the bottom of a garbage shoot.

"Where did all of this come from?" I asked, picking up what I believed to be eyeliner from the vast collection splayed out in front of me, turning the small flimsy stick in between my fingers as I awaited a reply.

"While you were sleeping Lucifer asked me during breakfast if there was anything that I wanted and I gave him a short list of few products and articles of clothing that I was in need of."

This caught my attention full on. "Come again? You mean to tell me Lucifer was actually being, excuse my language, nice to you this morning?"

"Uh huh. If that wasn't weird enough, some lady showed up at the door earlier carrying everything that I had asked for too. Don't get me wrong, I still think he's somewhat of a douche bag, but maybe I was too quick to judge him, you know?"

Bullshit.

"Yeah totally," I reassured her, forcing a tight smile onto my face as I let Dana go ahead and perform her magic, silently praying that she could fix up my hair in so that it would be tolerable enough for the next few hours.

Yet I was still having a hard time believing Lucifer's earlier good deeds were all that innocent as Dana perceived them to be. For a man who had been adamant on not letting her stay here in the first place, it seemed out of character for him to suddenly pride himself on making Dana feel as comfortable as possible in a difference of only a few shorts hours.

There was a catch.

People like him didn't just become nice out of the goodness of their heart. I doubted he even owned the latter so that theory could be thrown out of the window entirely.