I've decided to come back for round #2 on the Lucifer front. Hopefully it is well received. Happy reading! Reviews much appreciated.
Lucifer perhaps was one known to be shrouded in mystery. What wasn't however, was his love of living on the edge. Whether it be sex, booze, drugs, he wasn't about to give up this lavish lifestyle to be saddled with burden like he perceived the rest of the world to be.
Ironically enough, however. It was this way of living that would prove to be end of him, in a manner of speaking. With it came repercussions, something the Devil of course, didn't give a second thought to. In what was possibly the biggest cardinal sin of the Underworld, (even the Hereafter). The former Lord of Hell had drunkenly slept with his demon ally.
Dear 'ol Dad saw all, he just prayed, metaphorically, it wasn't this. Business resumed per usual, as if nothing had ever happened. Oh, how lovely it would be if it hadn't. The precinct was alerted of a body discovered under the Santa Monica pier boardwalk.
"You've been acting..weirder than usual, everything okay?"
Came a lighthearted inquiry from Chloe. This causing the poor Devil to nearly jump out of his skin from the passenger seat of the squad car. His attention was so dead-set on the window and scenerary beyond it, that he was rather caught off guard. He takes in a gulp of air, hastily, and turns to face her.
"Never better, Detective..wait, I resent that"
He counters just as frivolously. She chuckles when the realization had finally dawned on him. The duo arrive at the scene, a section of boardwalk blocked off with bright, yellow crime scene tape as fellow investigators scour every square inch of the area. Dan spots Chloe approaching and swiftly makes his way over.
"Vic's name is Devin Burke, 35, former real-estate. Gave that up because the "voice of God", told him he was the next Billy Graham, apparently"
The exes share in a bit of laughter over this absurdity. Lucifer however, was just left cringing internally. Dan checks his phone briefly before finishing up with the pair.
"'An just'a FYI, Pierce will be out for a week. Personal business, whatever.."
Judging from the tone in his voice, it seemed he wasn't so much concerned with Pierce as it was simply just informing Chloe of the matter. She nods her head, as Dan turned to leave, the Devil's lips forms a mischievous smirk and he utters.
"Oh lookie, one douche hears the voice of God. The other thinks he *is* God"
He notices Dan stop almost immediately in his tracks. This is quickly proceeded by a gasp-like scolding from Chloe.
"Lucifer?!"
She yells, trying to keep her voice from getting too loud. In an uncharacteristic turn of events, he simply raised the palm of his hand outwards, shuts his eyes briefly and says.
"Chloe, it's not worth it.."
She was almost as dumbfounded as the Devil with this statement. Perhaps he was simply through with Lucifer's shit. Whatever the case, he was now boring and no longer a source of amusement for Satan.
He glances over to see Chloe roll her eyes. The duo approach the body, her ducking underneath the tape while Lucifer still remained on the outskirts. She then turns to him, fairly complexed.
"Aren't you gonna take a look at this? I mean, it is why we're here after all"
The feelings engulfing him at that moment were inexplicable. He didn't dare move an inch, just the sight of the man's pale, deteriorating corpse was surely going to cost him his lunch. He'd seen bodies numerous times before, how was this any different? Suddenly, a small gust of wind pushed the lovely aroma unity of low tide and rotted flesh forward.
Like a chain of dominoes, the poor Devil is powerless to stop the surge of nausea clawing its way up his throat. In the blink of an eye, both hands flew to his knees, bracing himself. Vomit littering the once beautiful, milky white sand. He wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand and attempts to regain standing upright.
"Apparently that angel food cake didn't agree with me"
