Yandere!Lucifer X Reader | Effigy

VIII

A/N: The second murder chapter.

He furrowed his eyebrows. He could've sworn he used some sort of coaxing incantation, yet, you'd slipped from his grasp... again.

Something in him, after being desolate of emotion and attention, snapped. The last emotion he ever expected to feel again - Obsession - Clung to him like an old friend. First, it was obsession to be god's favorite. Now, it's obsession to be yours.
He has never done anything wrong directly to you - Aside, from hurting Camie. (However, Her actions spelled demise. Maybe she should've expressed submission and minded her own simple human business.) Either way, this is this payment he receives? Hmm.

The spirit - Dark, eerie and self-consciously ugly, thought for a moment as it watched you retreat down the flat plain of the dreamscape.

So, really, how did you do it? Was it that stupid little angel, protecting you against your knowledge? Oh, he'll have a ball torturing her. She probably did something to fuck up his perfectly good plans to finally have something he likes for once in his damned eternity. Clenching his fists, he sighed deeply, the earth beneath his feet beginning to fray and burn little by little. He began walking the other way, and soon, he began to levitate comfortably from the ground. To his luck, the dream was beginning to end, and he had some business to take care of.

The fact you'll get to speak again after witching hour simply fueled his journey forward. He believes he should go about this in a renaissance way. You'll see.

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You've tried anything to make sense of the occurrences and try to steer your idle mind from boredom-induced pyschosis (ha-ha). You even went so low as to looking through old videos from the security cameras and watching to see if you can catch yourself on the one above the cash register. Despite your efforts, that got pretty boring too. Also, you'd probably get in trouble if you kept it up.

You've been in this place for hours. If god plans on sticking you in this grease-smelling, slippery-floored, in-and-out diner for the rest of your life, you'll consider perishing earlier than expected. You pushed the burger wrapping away from your face, smooshing it against the table. A weak, exhausted groan-yell emitted from you. You've eaten too much work-food. How do people even deal with it? Last person on grill was Stacey. She needs to season the meat more, but... eh. You'll just have to let a customer tell her about it.

Dramatically walking with your torso down, you grabbed ahold of the breakroom door.

Sigh. Façade, back on. Straightening up and opening the door, you met eyes with the only frequent that came during the weirdest, deepest hours of the night! Ginger boy. He still has the hunched stature and relaxed, red-brown eyes, however, his aura wasn't as bad as usual. You smiled weakly and tied your apron, ambling over to the cash register, pretending to look busy until he came up and ordered - Which, however hesitantly, he did.

" Evening. " You yawned, fidgeting with the sticker placed on the side of the machine, " What would you like today? "

You, he thought for a second. A throaty laugh escaped him before he masked it with a small cough. Cute little waiter. Even cuter when sleepy. " Number 4, large. . "

" Soda..? Usual - Dr.Pepper, right? "

He felt himself twitch, his scowl deepening just a little. How bold. He still doesn't know whether or not the feeling you give him makes him want to rip you apart with his bare teeth or ...keep you next to him forever.
Undecided he stays. Be that as it may, when the time is right he intends on doing a mix of both.

" Yes. "
You lazily poked a few buttons on the screen.

" Hmm.. " You smiled very tiredly, looking up at him. " $10.00. I knocked a few off 'cause you're a reliable customer. " Cute. He decides he'd rather just squeeze the life out of you.
He pulled out a twenty and you searched around for his change.