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Lucifer hates priests.

He hates how they blame him for their own shortcomings. Oh, the devil made me do it. As if he had the time to whisper in some simple human's ear? No, man's faults were theirs on their own. Sure, smaller demons might mess about in the human realm, but such inconsequential doings were far below his own level.

He remembers how priests used to praise him long before his fall. Humble Lucifer, beautiful Lucifer, intelligent, powerful, honourable Lucifer. Though those days were long behind him, forgotten in the mud of losing his sister. The priests nowadays had no idea how their predecessors used to worship him. Such things had been lost through time and history. Priests. They knew nothing of what he had to do to get where he was today.

Then you came along. Silly little you, smiling up at him, always staying near despite his various attempts to keep you at bay. As though god himself was laughing him in the face.

"Where are you going?"

Lucifer blinks. He looks behind him, to where you're peering at him from the sofa, curiously eyeing his jacket. "None of your business," Lucifer says. You perch up, resting your arms on the back of the sofa. "Those are your human clothes," you state, eyes trailing down his body. He looks down at himself, although he knows what he's wearing. A pair of dress pants, a dress shirt and a blazer. Human attire. He curses himself.

"Can I come with you?" you ask and Lucifer curses you as well. Normally he'd take you but this is... personal. Bringing you makes him uneasy, despite trying to convince himself that it doesn't. Besides, why do you need to snoop around all the time? Do you really need to know everything he does? He's a demon, for Diavolo's sake, why does he need to cater to your every nee-

His train of thought is interrupted by you rushing past him towards your room. "Wait here, Luci, I'll go get my jacket!" you yell over your shoulder.

Oh, well.

You walk to the seal to the human realm together, your arm intertwined with his. You're chatting animatedly about something and Lucifer carefully listens. Next thing you know, you're pulled through the portal into the human realm.

You’re in the middle of a small road. There are barely any cars or people on the street. No one seems to have noticed the two of you appearing out of thin air. On either side of the road, houses are lined up next to each other. You catch a small diner down the road and there are several American flags in windows and beside houses. In front of you is a church.

The church bells are ringing loudly and the corner of Lucifer's lips turn upwards. "Just in time," he says and pulls you towards the church doors. You stare at him with an open mouth. "Lucifer, this is a church," you say and Lucifer looks down at you.

The church is fairly small and white. It looks quaint, you think.

"Yes, I know that, little lamb," he says and you gape at the building in front of you. "You can enter churches?" you ask and the smile on Lucifer's face widens. "Of course, I can," he states, followed by a low chuckle.

"You mean you don't turn into ashes or that there's an invisible wall at the entrance-" As if to answer your questions, Lucifer pulls the door open. He motions for you to enter and you wordlessly do with him following closely behind. “A lie Christians made up to help themselves sleep better at night.” he leans down to whisper in your ear and a small scoff leaves your lips as you look around the room.

You're inside a small vestibule. On your right are several shelves with hymn books, while on the left is a painting of a naked man lying on the ground with another man by his side helping him.

"Do you know the story?" Lucifer asks. You stare at the painting for a few seconds. "It's the Good Samaritan, right?" you say and Lucifer nods solemnly with his hands clasped behind his back.

“A traveller is robbed of his clothes and left dying by the road. First, a priest comes by who avoids him, then a Levite who also ignores him. Finally, a samaritan comes by and helps the poor traveller.” Lucifer says.

“Some Christians think that the robbers represent sin, while the samaritan represents faith.”

You stare at the painting. “Why are you telling me this?” you ask. You look at Lucifer, only to find his eyes already on you. There’s a certain fondness in them. Then he simply shrugs. “It’s good to know your fables. Let’s go in.”

Lucifer opens the door to the church room and the sound of the organ floods through the doors. No one seems to notice as the two of you slip inside and sit at the very back row, next to the door. You fiddle with your fingers in your lap, before Lucifer grabs your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. He sends you a reassuring look and you grip his hand tighter. “I haven’t been to a church in ages,” you mumble.

“Neither have I,” Lucifer says and it somehow makes you let out a small giggle. It’s hard to imagine Lucifer in a church. Ever. Yet here you sit, both looking at the priest.

He stands at the very front in his black gown and white collar. His skin looks pale and sunken in and his lips are chapped. He’s finishing off a prayer. “…forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil” The priest looks up and lets his gaze run over the small gathering of people at the service while saying the words.

Behind him is a giant crucifix, with a very vivid looking Jesus. It sends a deep shiver down your back when you look at the sculpture.

The priest's eyes fall on Lucifer and he somehow pales even more. He stumbles over his words and tugs at his collar. “My God, I am sorry for my sins with all my heart. In choosing to do wrong and failing to do good, I have sinned against you whom I should love above all things.” The priest says, the words running off his tongue like water. Your brows furrow and you look at Lucifer, to find him staring back at the priest, eyes a gleaming red. You tug on his hand and he gives your hand a small squeeze, but his eyes don’t leave the priest.

“I firmly intend, with your help, to do penance, to sin no more,” The priest is yelling now. The other church-goers begin to mumble amongst themselves while looking worriedly at the priest.

“-and to avoid whatever leads me to sin. Our Savior Jesus Christ suffered and died for us. In His name.” Lucifer's smile becomes wider. He still hasn’t looked at you. You get the feeling that you somehow have walked in on something very private between the priest and the demon.

He’s on his knees now, directly under the crucifix. “My God have mercy!” he cries out and you blink at the bizarre outburst. “What on earth…” you mumble. It seems to pull Lucifer out of his trance because his head snaps towards you. “Let’s get out of here. The job is done,” he says and pulls you out of the church by your hand. The doors slam behind you and you stumble to keep up with the demon’s long strides.

“What the fuck was that?” you ask on your way out and slap Lucifer on the shoulder lightly. A hearty laugh leaves Lucifer and he intertwines your arms again.

“What do you mean?” he asks and you roll your eyes begrudgingly. “The whole stare-off with the priest? Why was he so freaked out by you? Rambling all sorts of stuff!” you exclaim while gesturing aggressively with your free hand.

“I was just reminding him of his place, that is all.” You huff out at the lack of clear response and remove your arm from his, quickly walking ahead to express how displeased you are with him.

The fondness in Lucifer's eyes has returned as he watches you walk towards the seal that will return you to the Devildom. Priests. They know nothing of divine beings and godheads. The only divine thing Lucifer has ever met is you.

a/n: I’ve never been to America but I tried my best. >:D I also live in a protestant country so the only catholic churches I’ve been to are in Spain and Italy but catholic churches are a lot like protestant churches, except everything is turned up a notch so that wasn’t all that hard.

Thank you for reading! You can find my other stuff here.

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Bonus:

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Can someone tell me how to write a fic? I think I forgot.

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Can someone tell me how to write a fic? I think I forgot.

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Mammon has always wanted to be like Lucifer someday.

#fuel for WIP

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1 : Welcome to hell, we had an education reform last year

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writers and artists will go "this isn't good enough." my brother in christ, you're creating something new out of nothing and expressing yourself creatively. your productivity and unrealistic standards of perfection do not define you or the worth of your art. you're doing great.

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So much more shit would've made sense in season one of the OG game if they'd just made Diavolo the villian. They wasted a perfectly good character arc and yes I'm still upset about it.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me diavolo

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I think a really good relationship dynamic is when one partner is an entirely absurd person and the other partner's perpetual thought process is, "I adore you. Why are you like this? I'm going to kiss you at such length and with such fervor that you'll get disoriented and stop being like this for five minutes and I can rest, for fuck's sake."

#Lucifer x MC #or at least my MC

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🐑 💤

#obey me fanart #obey me shall we date #obey me belphegor #obm beelzebub

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Starry Eyes ✨

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Belphie is a little handsy sometimes😳

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Avatar Of Pride

#obey me lucifer

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That moment when the unrelated scenes you've been writing for two weeks both somehow connect (i have no idea how this happened)

#chapter three is literally a bunch of recently unrelated scenes that somehow came together #basically we're almost there y'all

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bombastic side eye

#obey me mephistopheles

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And One Day He'll Be Known As... ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

➠ word count: 1564 ➠ characters: Lucifer/Reader, Lucifer & Reader ➠ cw: none, yet read at your own discretion. ➠ a/n: will there ever be a day I don't write a story about this man? No, not really. Also, not really sure what this is, but I wrote it during lunch break on my phone at work after reading through a "particular book." Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

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Before the day could even be called day, a light was born in a formless, empty world.

The light had no name, no shape, but it was conscious and very, very hot. In that moment, a great fear overtook it, for the light did not know these feelings it possessed, nor why it was brought forth. It then cried out into the void and from its cries, came many other lights and shapes that spiraled and crashed and split apart. It was then a voice rang out:

“Do not fear, for I am your Father, and all things that come from me are good, and from you, good things have formed."

The light then stilled, knowing that he was not alone here, and saw that these “good things” that formed were called stars and planets. And while the light was still scared, it knew that it was “good” and continued to help make good things.  

For many, many, many days, the light sat and watched as the Father worked through all his creation. It saw the void split in two, and learned that the brightness would be called “day” and the darkness “night.” Its home was now above the waters, which sat atop creation, and below it, the land, the sea, and its creatures. The Father would call this little blue ball “Earth,” and was very pleased with it. And while the light did not understand, it found it…so.

Soon after, the light was given a “brother,” and that brother would help lead the Father’s children beyond the firmament. By then, the light was now “he” and given a form that pleased him, with many wings and eyes as red as fire. He even had a name, “light-bearer" and like his sibling, a purpose: to watch over creation as its guides and judges.

One day, the light-bearer stood from above, looking down upon the Earth. Despite the passage of time, there were still many things he did not understand. If all the Father’s things were “good,” then why were some things “not good?” Why did beasts of land eat the smaller beasts? Why did the moths mistake the flame for light? Why did the birds fly themselves to death? And why did humans, who’d been given eternal life, forsake it to wander the wilderness? And these strange beings with horns and wings that stalked the night and preyed upon the humans. Are they a part of the plan? Because of these questions, the light-bearer couldn’t help but ask:

“Why is it all so…flawed?”

From above, his brother--now Michael--heard him and rang out.

“What do you mean, brother?”

“To be given life is a blessing," the light-bearer said. "Yet they do nothing but die and kill things, yet Father still finds them worthy of his creation. Why?”

It was not like one of the Father’s angels to question His creation, yet the light-bearer was not like other angels. He possessed a will far greater than most, and a mouth just as harsh. He was also very beautiful, yet such things did not concern him.

Michael laughed, admiring the way his brother bathed in the light. “An ant learns to find a path over the water when another drowns to cross it. Those things that are flawed give others the knowledge to do better.”

Lucifer pondered his own creation. He himself was created, not born. “So does that mean we have no flaws?”

“The Father did not intend for us to be flawed."

"Yet how do we have the knowledge to do better if we do not learn from our mistakes?"

"We were born righteous,” Michael answered. “And those things born righteous cannot make mistakes, as we already know our path and roles within it.”

“I see.” Lucifer gazed down at the vivid blue. Despite its size, it’d all seemed so boundless, stretching on forever. These creatures, not tied by what is good or not, had been given a choice. To choose one’s path and live with the mistakes within it. Such beings would be flawed, yes, but beyond that…

“I suppose I can see the beauty in it.”

And within him grew a feeling he could not yet explain.    

Of course, he did not know it then. But one day the light-bearer would come to know humanity very well. By then, he’d be known by a different name. One that the entire world would know. Not for all the good and light it helped create, but for all the evils that plagued it. A name known only as--

“—Oh, Luuucy!”

Lucifer knew of only one person who’d be polite enough to knock in this house and foolhardy to use such an embarrassing nickname. Admittedly, he found it refreshing.

“I know you can heeeere me!” You sung beyond the door.

Though if not a bit exasperating.

It was only natural that you came to him, as you did with all his brothers. You were kind, to the point of absurdity, yet it was a part of you he found charming. You entered—without answer, he’d add—holding a cup of his favorite tea, a clear means to soften the inevitable interrogation as to why, for the past several days, he hadn’t left his office. His brothers, having known the consequences of doing so, allowed him his peace. Yet you on the other hand, knew nothing of minding one’s own.

"We miss you at the table," your voice was low, biting your cheek as if to consider your next words. “How have you—"

"—I'm fine," Lucifer said, still pretending to scan through his paperwork. His response was simple. Pointed. And by your startled reaction, that should’ve been the end of it.

It wasn’t.

"I figured as much,” you said as you trotted carefully towards his desk. “Mammon said this was "normal" for you." You’d sat the cup beside him. The smell hit him with a bitter, floral odor, brewed extra strong to his liking. Your eyes lightened as you waited to see if he reached for it. He hadn’t. You inched it closer, smiling.

Lucifer removed his glasses, messaging his forehead. “Is there something that you need.”

You hummed as you tilted your head. “Not particularly.”

“So in other words, you’ve come to annoy me.” He sighed. “Wonderful.”

“Don’t think of it as an annoyance.” You plopped down into one of the chairs he kept in front of his desk. “More like helpful company.”

He hardened his gaze, yet your eyes refused to falter. Neither of you spoke, locked in a vicious game of eye-to-eye combat.

“You’re good at this,” you said. “What are you, the eye staring master?”

Lucifer tightened his lips. “I’m not playing a game.”

“That’s not what your face says.”

The grin you held continued to grow, until breaking into a fit of giggles. Without realizing, Lucifer snorted. It was small and he corrected himself immediately after, but it was too late. You’d taken his reaction as an admission of defeat, nodding your head in smug satisfaction for having managed to make the great Lucifer smile for once in his life.

“You’re truly a nuisance,” he said. He could feel his face heating. “A thorn in my side.”

“But I made you laugh, so I can’t be that bad, right?”

They were correct. But he’d never admit it. Not then, at least.

“But seriously, I don’t like seeing you cooped up doing nothing but work without break,” you said. “Maybe you’re used to it, but it’s not healthy. Even for a demon and you know…” You plucked at the skin of your fingers, a nervous tick not helped by your current predicament. “If something is wrong, you shouldn't hold it in. It's better to speak to people you love and trust."

"Oh?" He leaned forward, smiling. "And who might those people be? The ones that I love and trust?"

"Your family. Maybe Lord Diavolo," there was a brief pause, your fingers twiddling themselves together as if trying to solve a puzzle. "Or maybe you'd like...to talk to me?"

"That so? Tell me, which one do you think you’d fall into?”

“Oh.” You sat there, silent, your eyes pleading with the floor to swallow you whole. “Well you know I…it’s uh, you see—“

“—You’re right,” he spoke gently, reaching for his tea. “It would be nice to speak with someone I love and trust. Please, stay. And if you’re still interested in being helpful…” he tossed a stack of folders in front of you.

“Boo, paperwork?”

“Boo, paperwork.” He sipped his tea. Delicious, and admittedly, needed.

You pouted, yet accepted the stack nonetheless. In the silence he could feel your joy, the light dancing from your aura. It shined, almost as bright as they say his own. It’s also why, unlike anyone else that he couldn’t help but…

Well, such words were for another time, but for now…

“Thank you, for helping me,” he said.

A squeal, muffled by a cough. You were never good at hiding your emotions. “I mean, it’s no problem, really! Honestly, what would any of you do without me?”

“What would we indeed?”

How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! Or however said verse went. Yet clearly he wasn’t so low if he was still capable of a love such as this.

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