Falling For the Angels // Destiel & Samifer

Chapter Thirty Six

~Lucifer~

I honestly didn't know what I was going to do for the rest of the day. The only times I was actually entertained anymore was when I was with Sam. It was fun to annoy him. Sometimes I just took that too far. I was having trouble figuring out what was right and what was wrong.

What could I do to amuse myself? I could go on another killing spree. That sounded fun. I mean, yes, the first dozen of times might have been a bit dry but this time I'd make it creative. I could play golf with someone's head?

No matter what I thought of, the option that always sounded the best was seeing Sam. But I was supposed to be mad at him at the moment and it would only seem needy if I kept turning up.

But I was just so bored. Somehow I ended up in a nightclub. I was hopelessly walking and I came across flashing lights. I decided to go inside and it was full of dancing people. Now obviously everyone knew that I was a fantastic dancer but I was in no mood at the moment.

I debated whether or not to sit at the bar. I soon decided against it. Where did that get me last time?

I made my way over to the bathroom. Maybe I could find an idiot in there to kill. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. Despite my rather attractive vessel, I only saw my true face. It looked evil as always.

I heard a cubicle door swing open behind me and a woman with wavy blonde hair and bright blue eyes walked to the sink next to me.

"Wrong toilet", I informed her.

"I know", she turned to face me and looked me up and down, smirking at me when she met my eyes.

"You don't care?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Nope", she shrugged.

I was about to exit the bathroom because this conversation was getting boring but, suddenly, her hands grabbed my shirt and fiercely slammed me against the wall. I stared down at her fluttering eyes curiously before she pressed her lips aggressively against mine.

Sex? So many humans spoke so gloriously about sex. Maybe I could use this to pass the time.

I held her back, pulling her closer towards me and roughly bit down on her bottom lip. She moaned with delight and smirked against my mouth.

No matter how dominant I acted, I simply felt nothing. I couldn't understand why. Even when her hand slowly slid down my pants, no sexual pleasure came over me whatsoever.

I sighed against her mouth and pushed her away. She pouted and looked up at me questioningly.

Before she could say anything, I clicked my fingers and she was dead. There. I left a nice, little present for the club owner.

I walked out of the bathroom, feeling more empty than usual. I carelessly pushed all the dancing people out of my way. I heard someone call me an asshole. I turned back around to find the angry-looking man glaring at me hard.

"You know, there's actually a well-known phrase called excuse me", he put his arm around a girl, obviously trying to impress her.

"You know, there's actually a well-known phrase called shut the fuck up, you arrogant dick", I snapped and held out my hand, turning my head in amusement.

"What, are you trying to use the Force or something?" the man sniggered and the girl snuggled into him and smirked.

"Something like that", I muttered.

I twisted my hand sideways and his neck snapped before he collapsed on the floor. The girl and many people around us gasped.

"And he was the one telling me about manners", I tutted and left the night club.

Even that hadn't cured my boredom. I still wanted to see Sam...