Prompt one-shots

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Prompt: "If you don't stop trying to summon demons in my living room I'm going to smack you."

From: KatLoss13

I sighed and unlocked the door to my house, trying to keep the three brown bags of groceries from falling. The door opened to a scene most would be afraid of, but not me. To me, it was normal.

"Oh, hey Sam, I was just getting some food." Lucifer said.

Yes, you heard that right, Lucifer, Satan, the devil, was in my house, talking like a friend.

Truth be told, Lucifer wasn't the bad. Just an asshole every now and then. He wasn't an odd sight in my house either, seeing as I run a resort for demons, angels, and everything in between.

"Dude, I get that you are a guest to the resort right now, but why are you in my kitchen?" I asked, placing the groceries on the counter.

"Oh, no reason. Just hungry. That all. Yeah needed food!" He said hastily.

"Dude, you can't lie to me. I've known you since you came here forty thousand years ago. So tell me, what are you hiding?" I asked with my arms crossed.

"Why do you thing I'm hiding something?" He said.

"Hey, Lucifer, the minions are here and they are hung- oh, hi there Sam! How are things?" Edberg, Lucifer's assistant asked.

"I swear if there's a demon in my living room again!" I yelled, walking to my living room.

The sight didn't surprise me. Twenty winged mini-Satan's sat on my couch, messing with each other like children.

I stopped and turned around to see Lucifer trying to look innocent.

"This is the last time. If you try to summon demons in my living room again, I'm going to smack you!" I exclaimed.

He actually looked worried. He has seen me deal with guests that were, disruptive, in the past. Needless to say, he was nervous.

"Ok, ok, message received. Now uh, I need your help, I may have lost my room key. Can I get a spare?"