Yandere!Lucifer X Reader | Effigy

V

Now that you think about it, the inside is very dull aswell. There is no wallpaper and most of the doors are locked and painted over. The carpet is dusty and the house smelled strongly of perfume and ash. The paint inside were as nuetral and lacking tint as outside, monochromatic grey-ish blues and dark brown furniture scattered around the room unaestheticly. There was a basement, but the door to that area was locked as well. Oh well, it's just an old lady. What would she be hiding in a basement? Witch-craft? A body? Ha-ha. You just hoped not.

" Kitty~ " You chirped, shaking the little bag of food you found. In due time, A small, black little thing slid into the room and stared up at you. After carefully walking forward and receiving a good scritch, it began to roll over and trusted you fairly quickly. The cat is pretty young for such an old lady, but it's not very unusual. Maybe things here are a bit off, and in term off-putting, but.. You have the key to the house and the phone works. If it didn't, you had your own phone. It's way too early to be stressing again, man.

Pouring the patient kitty's food into it's bowl encouraged it to let out a loud, happy purr, its tail wrapping around your hand and nuzzling it before you pulled away and let it eat. Your small heart grew three sizes this day.

" Eee. You are so cute. " You lifted the little fur ball up in your hands and stood up, staring it in the eyes. A quaint smile formed on your face and you took it under your shoulder, patting it's head affectionately. This wont be so hard after all.

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True balance was achieved.
Each point in a star represents a quality of the world you live in, and inversely, the world you cannot see.

Did you know that early christians used the pentacle in surplus? Clothing, writing, even jewelry.. 1855 was not long ago, but it felt as if everything changed for him then..

Behind the locked, boarded wooden door stood your average pentacle on the wall adjacent to it. The definition of the golden ratio. The room was enchanting to be in had one had the chance to enter. Things from every generation, clothes, the finest of gems, aging wine, the writings of the greatest philosophers ever known... so much money, of all variations.
It's all locked away because he's bored of it. He's already seen the biggest parties and the end of the human's free life. He's seen reeking feudalism, inhumane monarchy, rising dictatorships, sabotaged socialism, failed communism, frostbitten capitalism.. It's all so boring. Looking at too many people makes living fucking miserable. Tragedies he's caused, one's he wish he caused, one's he didn't. It gets old. You can keep up with them, same shit different day. Even with an endless life, being with everyone isn't ideal. And that, he believes, may be why he chooses to see only one.

You could say, was his home away from home - Something like the short distance to your bed from your room. Evil manifested in the house and hung itself everywhere, it's surprising that you didn't have any feelings of dread or paranoia farther than a few misplaced thoughts. On the contrary, the real show happened at night.

Past the summoning circle, A thick, wordy book, filled to the brim with notes. Written in a different language - A mixture of Greek and Italian, A dead language, fogotten and discarded much like Lucifer.
Down there, it was bone-chillingly cold and most of the life roaming the house avoided it like the plague. Even the spiders wouldn't dare inhabit the room. The cat would linger the door sometimes and you noticed, but it was quickly dismessed as the old lady or her family's room.

If the overral atmosphere and horrific detail of the house didn't convince others, Here it is.

Of course, the Ms. Lovette didn't live there.

To be honest, he didn't even really know where she lived. Still being in her body was starting to get annoying. He didn't intend on 'disposing' of her like this, but he felt like he had no choice. There was a visable shrug before he dragged her out to middle of nowhere. His plans were to just toss her off the side of a cliff because she already seemed to be peaking senile and was close to her natural time - However, the body stopped forcibly and dropped by itself. He remembered feeling a bit of what her pain must've been in her legs and hips and thought for a moment. Ah; Her body passed out - Or, maybe, died. No blood, no sound, just grey death. Gross.

He then expelled from her being and remanifested as just a simple ol' spirit. Possession almost disgusted him sometimes, physical empathy is a vulgar, ugly feeling. And the coldness of death is equally inappropriate.

Atleast he couldn't do much havoc like this - A transparent, bioluminescent ghost. Considering the only receptacle he could get his hands on today had died on him was pretty disappointing; It wasn't really the first time he's overworked someone. The very inital time he snuck into possessing a person, he broke nearly every single bone in their body just from his foul-play. .
If she hadn't just dropped dead now, she'll probably die from exposure left alone like that.
Almost comically, it seemed no silly human disease could ever compete with the revolting feeling of displacement he's carried over him for years. He was all too used to the cold, dark emotion he felt no matter where he went. Manifested deep within; Shame. Distaste. He forgot what happiness felt like for a while - 400 to 500 years. But in this mere 2 years, he's begun a new era. He's regrown his wings, he likes to say. Triumph be to the rightful king.

There was a minute he sat staring towards the heavens. He ignored any feelings that tried breaking into his thickened skin and changed the subject. Well. You're in his 'house', now. It's really nice - Pentacle in the basement. Don't worry, he won't sacrifice or posses you. Atleast, he doesn't plan to anytime soon. . ? Shrug. He's only doing this... because he needed to be closer. Something temporary until he found what he needed.

Getting back over there wasn't that easy, but it was worth it. A quick phase through the door and he was met with his sleeping angel, curled up with the only thing that used to matter to him in this world. Brushing his fingers against your forehead, a faint warmth almost grabbed at his fingertips and begged him to wrap around you and never let go. The fingers moved higher to comb your hair from your face gently, a stern yet loving look in his eye.

Repulsive,
Pathetic,
Alluring.

The divinity envies that you have what he doesn't. He angers because no matter what, you two aren't on the same plane of existence most of the time; That may be the most cruelest thing done to him, and God might not have even intended on it.
He despises that after being weak for so long, you manage to make him feel weaker.

Wrath and jealousy beseeches him, for your attention never stayed on him long enough.
And, above all he loves you. so much.

It didn't matter if you loved him as well.
He's much too tired of waiting for something to be his; Now, he's in control. The glory of having what he wants at his mercy is only merely out of reach, but he's getting closer by the minute.

A smile formed on his face as he laid beside you on the couch, circling his arms around your sleeping form. Though he couldn't feel that much, and realized that he probably felt like a unbearably cold breeze, he savored every moment.

Of all the ungrateful, pitiful women that swooned and threw their self all over him, people willing to sacrifice their kids for him, and devoted followers, the thing he wanted most wasn't foolish enough to swoon nor fall for any of his simple tricks. The same one that was kind without remorse.