Lucifer Imagines

Bound

You were always the top of your class in piano, fingers stalking over the keys with such grace your teacher always said they'd be hypnotized if they watched you play for too long. With all the knowledge you have gathered over the years, you know that whoever was playing the piano at the night club you sat in, has probably had too much to drink.

You push through the crowd, leaning against the sleek black piano, where a man in a tuxedo currently sways with the music he was playing. You slink around it, sitting yourself next to the man.

"Beat it." You gesture with your head for him to scram, he stumbles away, leaving you to warm up your hands, stretching your fingers as you think of a song.

You run your fingers up and down the keys getting used to how this particular piano plays. You look around, women and men a like tiring at this point of the early morning. You make up your mind, beginning to play 'Can't Help Falling in Love' covered by Haley Reinhart.

The steady rhythm brings everyone to slow. You repeat the beginning chords a few times before finally letting your voice stream from your throat.

"Wise men say, only fools rush in." You sing sweetly, a certain ghostly aspect to your tone. "But I can't help falling in love with you." You watch as the atmosphere to the place turns into slow dancers. You smile to yourself enjoying the way the tone had changed.

A towering man strides straight towards you, eye squinted, arms held behind his back as he stops before the piano. His deep brown eyes bore into yours, searching for the answer to her existence.

"Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling so it goes, some things are meant to be, take my hand, take my whole life too. Oh, for I can't help falling in love with you." You lower your voice never breaking from the man's stare.

"You should get out of here." The man warns, glaring at you. You raise an eyebrow not willing to stop the song for a chat. "Really, tonight's not the night for this, something serious is going on here." He attempts again but you raise the other eyebrow pulling for an answer. "Look around, what do you see Y/N..." You narrow your eyes, you'd never met him yet he knew your name, you look around only now seeing people scattered around the club that didn't quite fit in.

"Police?" You mouth as you play it instrumental for a bit. He nods. "You with them?" You check just in case you were currently talking to the bad guy. He nods again. "Am I safe?" This time he shakes his head.

You breathe in holding the air in your lungs as your eyes started looking for the criminal. The man clicks his fingers in front of your face. You snap back to him slightly panicked.

"Lucifer Morningstar."
"Great, the devil and I'm supposed to what, think you're not bad." You whisper.

"I punish the evil." He sits next to you. "Not the innocent." Lucifer ignores the fact that you whole heartedly believe him for the current moment.

"Fine. Y/n L/n but I suppose you know that." You continued playing not offering your hand.

"Indeed." Your introductions aren't as nice as they would usually be due to the tensity thick in the air. "Can I kiss you?" Lucifer blurts, not looking at you as he says it.

"What?"
"Oh good, charming." Lucifer turns to you, pulling your lips smashing into his, your natural reaction is to kiss back, everything about kissing the stranger before you feeling normal.

"Lucifer!" Someone shouts from the far end of the club. "Lucifer!" They scream again. Your end turns in their direction, distracted for a mere second but it was enough.

"Fuck..." Lucifer groans, head directed to his stomach, deep red bleeding through his pristine white shirt.

"How? What? I don't..." You panic finding nothing that could have hurt him, you turn back to the voice that had called Lucifer, finding that it was detective Chloe Decker, a friend of yours from school, she stands with a gun pointed at masked, hooded figure.

"He just stabbed himself, what do we do?"
"Shoot him!" Someone shouts. The pieces pull together in your head, you pull the weakening Lucifer to the circle of people.

"Stop don't shoot! He's bound to Lucifer, if you shoot him, you kill Lucifer." You shout interrupting.

"That's bullshit, you're apart of this!" One of the cop's shouts. The hooded man, waggles his fingers at them, removing the glove from his hand cutting across the palm. Lucifer shouts in pain as the cut replicates on his skin.

"What the hell?!" Chloe shouts, Lucifer falls to his knees.

Before anyone could comprehend what was happening one of the trainee cops pulls their trigger, sending a bullet flying through the air, target precisely aimed right between the eyes.

Your eyes widen, you don't know the man beside you very well or why he kissed you, but you didn't want anyone to die and you wanted him around long enough to tell you why he did what he did.

But you knew it wasn't going to end that way...

Hey guys, here's yesterday's update, it's been a weird week. I didn't mean for this to be a two parter but I didn't think you guys would want me to end it here lol.

~Brei