Royal Guard (Lucifer x Reader story)

Meeting

~~Small gore warning later in the chapter~~

It's almost been a year since you've been here training with Burgs. You've gotten much stronger and faster over that time. You've learned to be light on your feet and move your weapon swiftly. 

You have also learned that you have another form, though Burgs said that it only comes out to play when in dire situations. You haven't activated the power yet, Merida told you no one really does until they need to. Like a second instinct.

Today you and the rest of the guard were in a small meeting with Lucifer. He called you all for some planning. You sat between burgs and Thyton. Merida and Fenrir were across from you, Lucifer was sitting at the end.

"What's this about?" Merida asked, leaning back in her chair. 

Lucifer leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table. "As all of you know, the extermination is going to happen next month." Everyone nodded. You remember Merida explaining the yearly exterminations. Lucky for you and the rest of the guard, the angels don't touch the estate.

"That also means the banquet is going to be coming up soon. Thyton and Fenrir, I would like you to be outside greeting the guests. Everyone else monitors the inside and if any fights break out, resolve them quickly." He was all business, looking at each of you. You all nod in understanding. 

"Is anyone not invited to the banquet this year?" You asked him. He leaned back a bit, giving it some thought.

"That little Imp that Stolas likes to keep around is a nuisance. If he decides to bring him again tell that pet to leave. He caused such a ruckus last time..." He trailed off. "And if a newbie Angel ends up arriving, don't hesitate to kill them. God's little lap dogs are not welcome." He leaned back and chuckled. You all nodded.

"Anything else sir?" Thyton asked. There was a pause.

"One last thing," Lucifer paused again, leaving his gaze on you. "I would like to announce that (Y/n) is now a full member of the guard. Your hard work and determination to get stronger peaked my interest." At the small announcement, Burgs started clapping, and everyone else seemed to join in. You blushed a bit.

"Now you may be dismissed." He put his han on the table and stood up, causing the chair to screech a bit. "(Y/n), consider this banquet your first task." He then turned around and left.

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Sometime after the meeting, you were in the dining hall eating lunch. Merida comes in and sits across from you and looked at you with a smug face.

"What do you need?" You asked. She giggled.

"You must be something special if you caught the eye of Lucifer, he didn't even look toward Thyton's way when she worked hard during her training." She drew circles on the table with her finger nails.

Hearing that you caught the eye of Lucifer, and not even someone as hard working like Thyton caught his eye. What made you so special? Regardless, it made something in you flip happily.

"Someones happy about it~" Merida cooed. You looked at her and blushed. You probably made some sappy face. You probably were, based on the look she was giving you.

"I think I'm going to head into town for a drink. To celebrate I suppose." You said, getting up from your seat and heading to your room to change.

When you were done changing you headed out, going to one of your favorite bars that Burgs took you to. 

You got to the bar, the all to familiar smell of tobacco, alcohol and sweat filled your nose. Fights happened here often, and you honestly didn't mind at all. It was good, live practice if you happened to get involved.

Walking inside, you were greeted by a short chubby blonde woman in a flapper dress. Mimzy, the only outsider friend you've made in hell that wasn't in the guard. She could easily talk your ear off but you didn't mind.

"Welcome back Suga'! How ya' been?" She guided you through the crowd to the bar.

"Oh, just busy, as always." You reply, smiling. "I just got a promotion, if that's what you call it." You didn't tell her you were apart of the guard, Burgs advised you not to, since it could cause some unwanted trouble. 

"Oh? That's great hon!" She clapped and hugged your waist tightly, almost tight enough to squeeze you in half. 

"It sure is," You breathed. You patted her back and she let go. "I would like an Ocean Breeze Punch, something to get me tipsy for celebration." You looked at the bartender, who nodded and started making your drink.

Mimzy went off somewhere, probably to prepare to sing. The bartender handed your drink and you began sipping on it, wondering why an early promotion into the guard? Your hard work payed off that's for sure. 

An hour passed by and you are on your second drink, you can hold down your liquor which oddly surprised you. Though if someone were to challenge you to drinking, your odds of winning were higher than the average denizen. Most of the sinners got drunk quickly. 

You were enjoying the little performance Mimzy was throwing, her singing a song you heard a few times before. You tapped your fingers along to the rhythm until someone bumped into you, causing you to spill your drink onto your outfit. Your eye twitched slightly and you placed the glass down carefully.

You turned around and sunk your claws in the demons throat, causing some of your shit sleeve to get a bit bloody. You sighed, annoyed. "I was having a fun time to till my shirt got ruined by your dumbass." The demon gurgled and choked till you ripped his throat out, leaving him lifeless on the floor and blood covering your hand.

The bartender looked at you and you shrugged. You told him you would clean it up and he pointed to a storage closet in the corner, indicating where the cleaning supplies were. You dragged the dead demons body out onto the street and tossing him on the curbside. Some lowlife creatures will probably eat him eventually.

Walking back inside you head to the closet, careful not to step in the blood. You then began cleaning the mess and thinking about how well your night was going till now. 

After you were done and you put the supplies away, carrying a bucket of bloody water in your hand, you waved to Mimzy, signalling that you were leaving. She nodded and you left, tossing the bloody water down a near alleyway and you walked back home.

Entering the estate, you felt tired. You went straight to your room, and you saw Burgs in front of your door. He saw you and went to greet you when he noticed your bloody clawed hand and slightly bloody, but mostly alcohol stained shirt. 

"What happened?" He smirked. Probably guessing you killed someone.

"I was enjoying myself at Mimzy's bar when some jackass bumped into me, causing me to spill my drink on my outfit. Then I ripped his throat out, tossed his body to the curb and then cleaned up the mess." You shrugged, pushing your door open.

"Sounds exciting!" He said, chuckling. You groaned. The damp shirt felt cold against your skin and you wanted to clean up before the smell of alcohol could linger longer than it should. You shooed him out of your room and got cleaned up.