Prince of Hell

The First Date

Saturday, 19:00
Steve just finished showering and was searching for some elegant yet not "over-the-top" clothes. Luke hadn't told him where he was planning to bring him on a date, so he was kinda freaking out. And Steve still couldn't believe he was about to go on a date with Luke. Who was a devil. This sometimes made him question his life choices, but he promptly forgot about his worries when he thought of Luke's handsome figure. Sure, he might be a devil, but everyone deserves a chance, right?

At 19:25, Steve's doorbell rang. He picked up his phone from the desk, his wallet, and a few other things along with his keys. He wanted to run out the door, lock it, and fly down the stairs. In reality, he tried to be very chill about the whole thing. He took his time and kept his cool; he didn't want his hopes to rise too much. Luke, for however strange it might seem, could always be a jerk, he reminded himself.

Walking out of his apartment, Steve looked at the road. No one was there. The sun was setting, the streetlights were on, and there was one car parked slightly ahead of his house. A man was getting out of the car and turning towards him. Steve couldn't recognize the man, but there was something familiar about him. As the man approached, a shy "Hello!" escaped the stranger's mouth. Steve was incredibly confused.
"Uhm, hello?"
"Hi! I see you remembered about the date! Are... uhm... are you ok, Steve? You don't seem happy to go."
Steve's happy face had, in fact, contorted to a very confused and quite possibly scared one.
"I just... who are you?"
A laugh rang clear in the orange sky.
"Oh yes, I forgot to tell you this. When I am to be seen by mortals, I must change into one. I'm Luke! This is my mortal form." He spun around, seemingly weightless. "I couldn't have you being driven around by a devil!"
Steve then saw the resemblance. The same jaw line, the same amber eyes. It was all there, just more human-like. He blushed a bit as he concluded that his date was handsome in whatever form he chose.
"Luke?! Oh my, I... I was so confused, I didn't understand why a random guy was trying to pick me up! Thank G-"
And there he choked a bit on his words. Was that inappropriate to do? Thank his enemy for this event? It was just a saying, Steve wasn't even religious, but somehow he still felt weird saying so.
Luke noticed the hesitation and laughed.
"Steve, you can say that, don't worry. I am not in an eternal conflict with that man. We actually had brunch last Tuesday. I keep him in business, you know."
Luke added a wink to that last statement, making sure Steve felt as good as possible about the whole situation. On the other side, Steve blushed even harder than before at Luke's explanation. This guy was smart and damn, he loved it.
"Wait, did you ring my doorbell and then run back to your car just so you could make that sort of entrance?"
Luke's eyes grew wide.
"Aren't you hungry? I'm hungry. Let's go get food!"

Luke began walking towards his car with Steve right next to him. Steve was secretly studying Luke's head, wondering where the horns went, and Luke's back, suddenly understanding how those wings could easily fit on his broad back.
Luke make a quick bolt to the right side of the car and opened the door for Steve, and, with a grin, gestured him to enter.
"Milord?"
Steve's concentration moved from Luke's back to the red hot Ferrari right in front of him. He hadn't mentally recorded that the car waiting for him was this one.
"You own this?"
"Uhm... yes?"
"Oh, wow! Uhm... I was about to ask how, but I just realized... yeah... it makes sense. You could conjure one up."
"Is something wrong?"
Steve shifted from foot to foot.
"Well, I... I don't know, it kind of seems... excessive? I'm sorry I know I shouldn't be picky it isn't my place to -"
"No no! It's fine, don't worry! I... I kinda wanted to impress you."
They both blushed.
"You know, I will admit that I also have another car in mind that you just might prefer...."
Luke looked around, making sure no one was looking, and raised his hands. Closing his eyes, flames erupted from his hands and envelopped the car. As the flames burned away, a beautiful small red 1950s Fiat 500 was revealed. Steve's eyes lit up.
"How did you know I love this car??"
"Well," said Luke, shyly, "It's my favorite!"
Steve laughed, and ran up to the open door.
"Thank you, sir," he said, overdoing a British accent he couldn't possibly pass as real. Steve loved that it made Luke smile like an idiot, though.