The Prince Of Hell (Demon!Shane X Ryan)

"I'm The Prince of Hell, After All"

    The people in the surrounding areas didn't look like they appreciated loads of cop cars in their neighborhood. But that was one of the least things to be worried about right now for me. The case wasn't the most interesting thing in the world, but still it made you think. Let's just say, El Paso Lane was notorious for the worst crimes known in L.A. Despite the crimes that took place, it was a lovely neighborhood. Two story houses lined the clean style of the streets. So it wasn't a coincidence that famous actors or movie stars had moved into the area. Our surviving victim (out of three), Brian Shultz, had told police that a mad white supremacist had broken into a party hosted that night, killing every colored party-goer. It's something so vile, to happen in a neighborhood with mostly colored people populating it. But one question I had was, why didn't Brian stop the perpetrator? About 53 colored people had died last night. It makes it even harder to investigate because, I was a bit of a colored person myself. Seeing that many people of the same ethnicity is difficult, especially because their all dead. What was stranger was that there was evidence everywhere at the crime scene. The killer had wanted his murder to get to us. But I step out of my thoughts and focus on the present. I observe the drive way and the police tape surrounding.
    "You were thinking about the case, weren't you?" Shane asks quietly.
    I turn my head towards him in sorrow, and nod.
    I sniffle and begin to open my car, stepping out. "Well, we better get this over with."
    Shane shrugs, saying he can't think of anything to say back so we both head inside. The house is cream white with very vibrant grass covering the lawn around the driveway. I do spot a couple of blood spots on the cement porch steps. The inside's floor is made up of wood tiles and a few different colored carpets in other rooms. The living room is visible from the moment you walk through the door. I see coroners examining the shattered blockbuster T.V screen, containing pieces of flesh and blood on top. Blood stains the walls of every room. Which there were so many rooms. I carefully make my way up towards the second floor, avoiding piles of body bags, occupying the floors. What I didn't realize was that Shane had followed behind me, taking long strides because of his large leg span. I follow the sounds of chatter and end up facing a muscular blonde and the main detective helping on the case. My boss.
    I clear my throat. "Boss, we have arrived. Have we learned anything new?"
    "If you two show up late to another crime scene again, I'll fire your asses! Then again, I wouldn't be makin money. But not much Bergara." The boss complains.
    The blonde muscular man decides to introduce himself. "Uh, hi. I'm Brian, Brian Shultz. Are you two the detectives who are gonna find this guy?"
    I turn my head towards him and shake his hand. "Yup, I'm Detective Bergara. This is my partner, Detective Madej."
    I finish and focus in on my thoughts while Shane does his share of explanation. Why did he stutter when introducing himself? Odd, an actor/celebrity anxious? Don't make assumptions already, Ryan, we've still got other witnesses. While I focus back on the police tape I had been blankly staring at, I began to make my way into the kitchen. I see a coroner near an open fridge door, examining the shelves. I step forward to see a fridge full of disembodied, freezer burnt, body parts crammed into the fridge to fit and fill the whole thing. My first instinct was to gag, and run to the nearest bathroom or trashcan. Seeing as I've never liked dealing with actual blood or bloody anything; catching the killer is the part I'm most passionate about.
    "Guess someone forgot to clean out the leftovers." Shane commented, looking into the fridges contents.
    He stepped over to the trashcan I had my face buried into, and placed his hand on my back, rubbing. Once I finished, I swatted his hand away and told him to find what he could with one of the other officers. He just shrugged and wandered off towards one of the good looking officers. Guess we all know how that's gonna end.
SHANE'S P.O.V:
    As I shrugged off Ryan's request, I spot a very good looking officer standing all alone. I make my way towards the woman, tapping her on the shoulder lightly.
    "Ma'am, I can't help but notice that you look fabulous in that suit. I just need to know if you can give me any good information." I asked.
    She had only looked at me once and gave me a dirty look. "Look, if your one of the detectives, don't expect me to say anything to you or you're partner. I'm just doin my job sir."
    I gave thought into how she was trying to hide something. But it wouldn't have me give up, I'm the prince of hell, after all.
    "Your a very ominous character, aren't you? How bout this, I give you what you want in order for you to tell me everything you know. Sort of a favor for a favor." I smirked. 
    At this she turned around like she was expecting something. "Now, what do you truly desire?" I smirked, holding a hypnotic stare.
    "I want to have the greatest sex in my life. Spice things up. My sex life sucks." She speeds.
    "Ah, just as I was expecting. But remember no take-backs." I tisk.
    "You can take me to the Moon, honey." She purred.
RYAN'S P.O.V:
I scanned the place for the sliest bit of evidence to take us forward in this case. But, nothing big. However, we did find blonde hair strands around the different rooms of the mansion. We would have them tested by our forensics division. But something I found was off about the police that were called down by the L.A.P.D. They were taking response's to everybody's questions by sending them off the premises. It was like these guys were from a separate division. But even the news station wanted a good story. After all, that is their jobs. After 10 minutes of searching and finding evidence, I heard someone scream with either pain or pleasure. But to be completely honest no one would even think about pleasuring themselves at a crime scene for Christ sake. Of course being a detective had its flaws. So I went upstairs, following the constant sound of pleasure and or pain.
"Oh god! Fuck me!" A woman's voice boomed from upstairs.
I soon heard male chuckles from the same room. Then I only realized it was similar to Shane's voice. "That's impossible. He went to ask that officer for questions. But then again; that's Shane for ya." I thought. Still being skeptical, I had continued up the spiral stair case. When I had entered the room filled with noises; I had come face to face with Shane on top of the police officer from earlier! I quickly shut my eyes before I saw anything else.
    "Oopsie! You weren't supposed to see this Ryan." Shane chuckled.
    "Yeah yeah, just...I'll let you finish." I sighed.
    Why the hell did he do these things!? He could get some sick std's if he keeps it up. Then I wouldn't have to work with him anymore. However me and him are still lifelong partners. I would never abandon a good pal of mine. Even though; he does do things like these. The whole time I had been having a conversation inside my head, Shane walked out of the room. With the police officer wrapped around his shoulder, he gave me his signature ShaneSmirk™️; finding the Boss. But I cut in front of him and sent the officer back to the bedroom.
    I gave him a hard glare. "Shane... what the FUCK was that all about!?" I whisper-shouted.
    "What? Is it so bad I'm having a little fun?" He smirked.
    His damn smirk. Always hated that he could get people swooning. Including me.
    "Don't try none of that: what did I do? Bullshit with me Shane." I mocked.
    "Well, if you think I just screwed a woman for nothing you have completely misjudged me. Which makes you a horrible partner!" He exasperates, clutching his chest.
    "Oh really?" I roll my eyes.
    "Of course! I got some information for giving her the best sex of her life! A favor, dear." He says clasping his hands together, satisfied.
    "Bu- Shane, you...um, WHAT?!" I gasp.
    "Well, obviously I've done it before!" He laughs.
    "Yeah, well that doesn't mean I'm still gonna get used to it!" I yell.
    "You better tell the Boss we've found some new news on the case!" He smiles, handing me a folder full of organized papers.
    I just sigh and take the folder, placing it under my armpit. As Shane struts off towards the car, I follow him and give the officer my sincerest apology. Because evidence is still evidence.

(Hola! I'm SauceyBoi, and I just wanna point out a few things in this chapter! So the part when Shane says "what do u truly desire?" Is going to be his sort of catch frase. And ik what possibly none of u r thinking...yes it's from the show Lucifer on Netflix. Which is his thing to say... but that's where I got an idea to make this the way it is! And secondly thoughts will be represented by " and bolded lettering. Adios! -SauceyBoi😅)