Lucifer's Hell Games

Wild: Hey everybody, its wildkatz! I'm so excited to be writing this story! I've always wanted to do a Lucifer X John fic, since I've never really seen any. I've only ever seen Chas and John.

Lucifer: Well, that's about to change, right kitty?

Wild: *gulps* Please enjoy the story!

Bold italics = demon talking

Italics = thoughts

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Damn, how many god damn times do I have to go through this crap, John Constantine thought, exorcising yet another demon sent from Hell by Mammon, the Son of the Devil to get rid of him.

He stomped on the ashes of the demon and poured holy water on it, panting. He had been working nonstop it seemed ever since Mammon's failed attempt to come to Earth through Angela, a powerful psychic and new friend to John Constantine. He had helped her solve her twin sister's suicide case, and gave up his soul to get her to heaven.

And just as Lucifer had begun dragging him to Hell, God had forgiven him. Yet just as John had found himself at Heaven's doors, Lucifer had dug out the cancer from his lungs and made him continue living. How he wished he had just died?

And now, here he was, back to the way he had been before, smoking again and sending back the demons to the pits of Hell where they belonged…where he belonged.

Lucifer, he thought with anger and shuddered at the memory of the angel of death he had met many times now. He remembered the words Lucifer had said, of how john's was the only soul Lucifer would come to collect himself.

"A theme park of red, huh?" John muttered, flicking closed his lighter and breathing out a long puff of smoke. He breathed in and looked up at the full moon. It would soon be time for the blood red moon, which only came once every few years and last about a week. And it was also one of the worst times for him. Demons became even more powerful on the week of the red moon, and he found that even powerful demons could make some sort of connection.

He sighed and rubbed his neck in agony and began his long walk back towards his apartment, considering going to a bar and drinking. He hadn't slept in days from being attacked by demons and keeping under angel's radars.

He had found that since Gabriel had been stripped of his powers, some more angels had fallen, but landed on earth with their wings and powers fully in tack. And now they were tracking them for their Lord, a.k.a Lucifer. It seemed that everywhere he went, he knew they watched over him, keeping tabs on him for their leader.

John took another long drawl from his cigarette, finding the nicotine a comforting thing in his lungs. He already knew what had happened last time he had smoked, yet he still found it very hard to break his habit. And here he was, back at stage one. He just prayed that this time, he would indeed go to heaven the next time he died.

He walked along beneath the moonlight and let the smoke of his cigarette rise to the dark sky, aware of the eyes watching him.

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Demonic eyes watched one John Constantine walking along beneath the full moon, sensing his Lord's presence resonating off his form. He sniffed the air carefully, rushing after him through the night; as were his orders to follow the male.

He had been ordered by the Lord of Hell himself to stalk Constantine's every move.

Constantine. It was a name that all demons knew in Hell. The one soul who had been into Hell at least three to four times, and every time, had left it just the same as he had come. John Constantine was a danger to any demon walking in Hell or on Earth. He had exorcised hundreds, and stories had spread amongst every demon. But none knew more of Constantine than the one who desired his very body and soul.

Move out, the demon growled to his companions. They all growled and hissed confirmation then took to the sky, soaring over buildings. The lights flickered after them as they went, smirking evilly when humans down below gasped when the lights shuddered.

The demon continued to follow Constantine, watching, examining, and recording everything. He accepted the times when Lord Lucifer desired to see through his eyes as his second. Even now with Lord Mammon's mother still residing in Hell as Queen, Lucifer wasn't know for keeping his interest in anything…except John Constantine.

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John disappeared into his apartment, losing the demon trailing behind him. He had known they were following him, but he could guess a few reasons. And instead of drawing the attention of possible fifty or so demons to him, he thought it better to hide.

Hiding was one thing he had recently become good at, despite how much he hated it. He hated having to move within the shadows, and how he had become a regular watcher where he had once gone everywhere he desired.

Yet now, he watched everything carefully. He visited Chas' grave often, and found himself crying each time. But it wasn't often he ever got enough time to mourn before a demon would try and attack in his time of weakness.

He tossed his black jacket onto the bed and loosened his tie. He stifled and tossed his nub of a cigarette into the ash tray and breathed out a large puff of smoke. He closed his eyes, leaning back his head, sensing how many demons hovered outside. He groaned and lit up another cigarette and peeled back the sleeves on his arms, staring at the tattoos watching him back.

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Lucifer watched from beneath the Earth in Hell, seeing through his second's eyes as he watched John. He sat back on his throne, staring at the one soul and body he desired to make yield and roll in pain and pleasure.

Do it, John. John, do it, he thought, breathing in deeply as his form slowly began changing to its younger, original form. He used the older form when making special appearances. However, he preferred this younger form of when he had fallen from Heaven.

Long black hair curled down his back, flowing like a stream and dark red eyes watched intently. He shifted, hearing his current lover enter the room. She had been a whore that murdered a man who betrayed her. In death, she had become a succubus and, in turn, became one of Lucifer's harems of lovers. Even though he did have a Queen, neither of them cared what the other did. And so, here was his current.

"Master," she crooned, sashaying over to his throne and kneeling down beside him, leaning her head against his thigh. She stared at the image of his John, but he didn't pay her any mind, even when she shimmied up his body, kissing the tattoos on his neck. "Who is he? A stupid human?"

"Someone very, very special," he drawled, continuing to stare at Constantine even as she began her only little games with his body. He didn't move, just watched.

"I thought I was special," she whined, rubbing along his side seductively, looking over her shoulder at him heatedly while she stripped away her clothing, revealing her lusty body to his gaze. He smirked slowly and held out his hand, to which she immediately melded into, situating herself on his lap to kiss his lips.

"You are special, little vixen…he's just more special," Lucifer responded then said, "Now go find someone else to play with for now, sweetie. I'm busy."

She looked at him like she'd been slapped. She stumbled back off his lap and gathered her clothing. She cast a glare at the mirror showing John's image then stormed out, anger rolling off her in waves.

Lucifer paid her no heed and leaned forward to reach to touch the mirror, caressing the glass while imagining it was John's actual face.

"Soon enough, John; you're soul belongs to me…and soon, oh very, very soon, John Constantine, you will be here with me. You will be mine."

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Wild: Well, there is my beginning, kids! I'd say I'm pretty happy with where my first chapter went! I think I made Lucifer sound like a pretty good creeper, though I'd say he probably already is even in the movie.

Angela: Wild will be posting the next chapter very soon, but it all depends on how much school work she gets loaded down with at school. So pray that she will have very little and that her next chapter will be longer and even better.

Wild: Bye!