Hey hey people, danzy here

With another new story because why can't i write what i want? I got covid too, which sucks ass, but at least i'm not bedridden 24/7

This story is… pr much DC Lucifer (the comic book, NOT the show) going around screwing people left and right, by refusing to play their game of chess and instead playing his own game of poker

YES. I know i've written Lucifer, bu this one's different. He's less melodramatic, less dick-in-pants-lets-bang, and more "hello, I'm Lucifer, and I believe you belong underneath my shoes."

Why do i write this? Because recently after re-reading Lucifer, I've been seeing a lot of wasted opportunities of where I could have taken the story. Granted that thing was written 5 years ago or something — but now I've discovered the 'funner' cast of DxD; Griselda, Roygun, Ingvild, etc. and I want to make one with them. Hell, I even have an entire plot dedicated for Yasaka

Harem? Ehhhhhh- a small one. 3 or 4 at most. Yasaka is obviously the main girl and she and all her nine tails are gonna stay there.

Lucifer: The God and The Devil

Prologue

||A New Brand of Devil||

It was the middle of spring, and although Erebus or the Realm of the Dead, Hades' domain, never had seasons or an active solar or lunar phases as it was permanently dark and gloomy, the Skeletal God wanted his Realm to be spick and span. Free from dust and free from souls that escaped their containment — in other words, souls needed to be reaped. Again.

And though he was an extended guest that had been around for… give or take a few decades from a thousand years, Lucifer never had the intention of helping. He'd rather not have his perfect suit ruined by a gooey soul of a slimy criminal, thank you very much. It had only happened once in this millennia and once was one more than enough.

Languidly, The Devil watched from the throne with one leg above the other's knee while the Lord of the Grim Reapers tasked his reaper captains to sweep separate regions of Erebus. Hades never would have allowed anyone to sit on his throne, but Lucifer's stubbornness and tendency to annoy the living out of the banished Olympian had caused Hades to, simply put, no longer be able to give a damn.

"And Orcus, you and your reapers are to take care of Elysium. And watch your daughter," Hades then said with a little grumble at the end. "If she gets herself swept by the Styx' river current again, no one's accountable but you and her alone."

The senior grim reaper bowed a curtsy, before vanishing once he enveloped himself in his own shadow.

And that was the last of them. The reapers, at least, as Hades turned around to face The Devil, his white cape flowing behind him.

"Now what should I do with you…" he sighed. His chilling voice sounded as though it went through a pipe, echoing whenever he spoke.

"What's wrong with the usual treatment?" Lucifer replied, his voice rich with neck-slicing charisma and venomous with persuasion. Powerful yet gentle, like a thunder that was coated in honey. "Leave me to my own devices… hope that I finally sod off and bug someone else… Or spontaneously combust into flames and never to be seen ever after."

"You need a hobby."

"I do have one; biting at your patience." The 'Dark' Lord said, although he wasn't exactly dark despite his skin being two shades darker and healthier than most devils nowadays. "Eternity is such a long, arduous, tedious time to spend, don't you think?"

"And your presence made it twice as unbearable," Hades groaned as he climbed the stairs leading to his throne. "Move. You're in my seat."

A pair of sharp crimson eyes lazily scanned around the impressive throne made of skull and bones. Which was impressively comfortable despite its material.

"Funny that… Where have you written your name?"

Two flickering blue lights in his eye sockets rolled around the edges as Hades swept down his right hand. A wave of malevolent dark energy struck the spot where Lucifer was seated a split second earlier, as The Devil had safely blinked away.

Right behind the skeleton pope, both hands shoved in his charcoal black suit. "I'd advise against doing that again if you value your Realm."

Hades reclaimed his throne and sat. "Say whatever you want to say, Lucifer," he said like a tired old relic. Which he was. Though time was twisted in Erebus, he still aged a couple of extra years mentally whenever Lucifer was in his presence. "We both know you're fed up with this kind of thing."

"Touché," Lucifer said flippantly. "Not as much as I am fed up with your new getup. By Christ, get rid of it. Your old look fits you better."

Hades scoffed. "You're just jealous I'm brave enough to try on a new look."

"I'd be stupid to get rid of perfection," Lucifer replied with a prideful smile as sharp as his wavy black haircut. Swept to the side, as it had been when he used to be blonde. "But seriously, as your financial advisor and your wife's fashion advisor; get rid of it. Poor Persephone has been made fun of by her friends ever since you decided to wear… that clown outfit."

This time Hades looked grim.

"Persephone?"

"Yes. Ditch it. You're the great grim reaper, not the great kid fiddler. You may know certain things more than I do, but I know more about style than you presume you do."

"...I'll consider it," Hades sighed, somewhat defeated.

Perhaps he was a bit too straightforward, but the delusional God was the only one who thought he looked good. Lucifer only wanted the best for this boney caretaker of his. He couldn't have had his freedom if Hades didn't agree to house him once the Great War reached the climax.

"But I digress," Hades then said. "It's nearing a thousand years in the surface. You can't stay here forever as a freelodger, Lucifer."

"It's not as if I don't skimper about from time to time. You're just saying that because you want to get rid of me."

"And you're not mistaken," the God casually admitted. "You don't belong here. You never do. Never will. We're in a different Pantheon."

"Bah… Pantheons… Mythologies… Old news. Old restrictions." Lucifer conjured a cloud made of chaotic energy, specifically the Power of Destruction as he leapt to lay down on top of it. The sofa-like cloud sent out volatile crimson crackles of thunder as it remained afloat. "The Age of the Gods is over. Aside from a few nerds up there… who cares anymore? Everyone's fed up with each other and doesn't want to be bothered. Peace is good and all but damn if it isn't dull."

"You'd be surprised to know—"

He cut Hades short. "Loki's an exception."

"Fair enough," Hades shrugged. "Still doesn't change the fact you've been here, hiding for a millennium. Who are you terrified from?"

"No one."

"Lies. You're scared of responsibilities, Lucifer."

Lucifer's smile, for once, turned into a scowl. "I desire freedom. That's all there ever is."

"Freedom was an addiction you soared on a glorious high. And now that you've tasted it for a thousand years, what does it taste like? Hollow and empty on the inside. You never had any fulfillment since then. You can't run from responsibilities. Admit it, and your life will perhaps have a semblance of meaning once again."

Much as he hated it, Hades had a point.

Creating the greatest rebellion all Realms had ever seen held its own satisfaction. Having been the leader of both the Underworld Empire's army and the Kingdom of Heaven was another. Crushing rebellions and coming to other Pantheons' aid in their time of need because he was just so perfect and unmatched in doing his job was a pride nothing could hold a candle to.

But despite all that, he was never free.

He was his Father's hound. His exile to Hell had made him ruler of it, but by becoming a King of Devils he was restrained by the responsibilities of power. He never wanted to be a servant in Heaven but he wouldn't have become a ruler if he knew he'd have to deal with pesky devils and their everyday complaints. Now it was even worse with all the politicians around. The 72 Pillars of disappointment. Their ancestors didn't die to watch them preparing to backstab each other.

And Lilith's bastard son with Adam had the gall to declare himself a Lucifer. That demon whore certainly knew how to play it safe, but she was lucky he wasn't there or cared enough to call out her bullshit.

There was only one Lucifer, and that was him. No one could be like him. His blood was his and his alone, no matter how many had pleaded to bear his child. He was the Creator's perfect being — he didn't need anyone to take his place. They'd get it wrong anyway.

"Let's say that you're right," Lucifer began as he used his hands as a headrest. "Let's say you're spot on on all counts. What do you want me to do? I've done everything I've wanted. Crosschecked all my bucket list. I've even died once and came back to life the next instance," he snapped his fingers. "Even Jesus needed three days."

"You prevented your death by making a deal with me prior," Hades pointed out. "...Which I must say to be ingenious, much as it was mad."

Lucifer chuckled proudly. "You should've seen the look on his face. He always thought he had it all figured out… That cocky bastard. He thought I'd agree to die along with him without some sort of contingency plan… I created the biggest rebellion and still he looked down on me. Unbelievable."

"And yet I own your soul," Hades smiled. Well, not like he had much facial tissue to not smile.

"And I've killed the Creator. The Alpha and Omega. The Creator," Lucifer said, one-upping Hades successfully. "He promised me a taste of his power for a moment as long as I die. Guess he never expected I'd extend a moment into forever, did he now."

Like a snake to its prey, Lucifer eyed the God of the Dead. "And I've known the working of a deity for a long time. The non Primordial ones, anyway… You need Faith to breathe, Hades. How many followers do you have that still believes in you? Scarcely a small country, I'd say… Even Greek is nearly completely Christianized, luckily for me. Unluckily for you and your brethren. I can easily erase you along with everyone in Olympus with a sneeze."

Other Gods might have trembled and feared for their existence upon learning their fate lied in the hands of The Devil, but not Hades. "And here I thought the day would never arrive where you start making empty threats, Lucifer."

Hades stayed long enough with Lucifer to tell he knew how to be grateful. The first years, his trust on The Devil was shaky at best, but a millennia was more than enough for him to tell Lucifer was just a kid with too many toys in hand and was made clueless on what he should do with any of it.

"...Hmm… Unfortunately so. For the both of us," Lucifer then eased back, returning to his restful state. "So murderously boring at the top, isn't it."

"Consider settling down then."

"You're a horrendous jester."

"There's no shame in loving anyone else other than yourself."

"Oh don't get me wrong; that part I'm okay with. It's the having kids part I don't agree with. I'd rather lick a cheese grater than make my own spawn."

Hades rolled his eyes. "The Godkiller… terrified of having children."

"They're overrated oversized gremlins. They can't fend for themselves for a couple of years and they cry and they make a mess. It's at least eighteen years of constant supervision if you want to raise them right, and I know I won't settle for anything less than perfect."

"You won't understand it until you have one."

"I don't need one to tell that much."

"What a miserable life you live to want something only when you deem you need it."

"It's an efficient kind of life," Lucifer replied. "And don't you pat yourself on the back, Hades. Persephone is the one who looks after your little grunts while you sit here and grumble at your reapers."

"It's called having a job. Try getting one."

"I don't need one. I'm God."

"Even Gods have responsibilities."

"Only the stupid ones."

Hades snorted. "You're a King without a kingdom. Why don't you take back what you built."

"Hades, even if it ever became as simple as strutting inside and demanding my crown, I've reigned over Hell. It didn't feel much different than serving in Heaven, only that I serve the people. It's even worse now with all those bureaucrats…"

"Throw them into the pit as you would."

"Oh I would. But devils from the new generation and the last would only see my act as tyranny," Lucifer dismissively said. "I'm not blind, Hades. I haven't lost touch with reality. Times have changed and yet I remain constant."

The boney overlord scoffed in his amusement. "Spoken like a true God…"

Their bickering ultimately was shaved to an end as a grim reaper emerged from the crack between the shadows.

"Pardon my untimely intrusion, my Lord," it was Pluto. Hades' right-hand reaper-man. Professional and loyal to a fault in Hades' eyes. Boring to a fault in Lucifer's. "Governor Azazel wishes to visit you."

"Let him in."

As Pluto vanished in the same way Orcus did, Lucifer positioned himself to sit over the edge of his cloud, shaping it to be his own one-seater sofa.

"Azazel! And I thought I'd be stuck here arguing with you again until supper. Seems like boredom may elude us this day, eh Hadey?"

"Don't call me that."

"Why not? Your wife calls you that."

"That's precisely why."

Break

It wasn't rare from both devils or fallen angels to request audience with the Reaper King of Erebus, normally asking for a low-profile assassination or very rarely a change in trade agreement. As Hades remained neutral to the Three Major Factions, he was open to business from all sides. Legal or illegal. Lucifer never revealed himself to any devil, that being said, as he was 'above' them to be considered as them. He was the Devil. He was their Creator. They were only people who called themselves devils because they used to worship him.

But when it was Azazel who came by, then sure. Lucifer would allow himself to be seen. Enemies of a thousand years ago didn't necessarily have to stay as enemies. What do you think he is? The childish angels who kept cursing his name until this very moment? Please.

Usually, dealing with the Governor had resulted with mild amiable laughter, but this one, however, might end on a sour note.

"No," Hades said with finality. "My reapers reap souls. They're reapers, not cops, Azazel. They don't apprehend the culprit; they kill them."

"Ah… Come on now, Hades, cut me some slack here. Maybe you can tell your men to… kill these people slightly…?"

"Nonsense," the Reaper Lord said, offended. "You either kill someone or you don't. No two ways about it."

"Why make it complicated?" Lucifer then spoke his mind, already laying down on his side again not long since the talk began. "Those numbnuts went rogue. Just kill them and be done with it."

"He has a point," Hades affirmed. "You're only making this difficult on yourself."

"Not all of them went rogue as much as they were just following orders," Azazel debated. Those people might not mean much to either of these Erebus dwellers, but Azazel couldn't afford to lose his people like this. "Any way we come to terms? Any way we can make a deal where those people don't have to die or suffer brain damage?"

"None. We either kill or we don't."

"...Balls…" Azazel groaned.

"Why don't you just talk to them if you fancy them so much, Zazel?" Lucifer asked, not exactly bothered by the Governor's problem as he was fascinated by his unwillingness against simple violence.

"Afraid I can't tell you much more than what I told you both. Not unless you're not willing to lend a hand, Loosh."

"Ah… of course… Why wouldn't I lend a hand and clean over your mess like a janitor? Would you like me to prepare your hot bath too? Scratch your back while I'm at it?"

"Now come on Loosh. Don't you wanna see what it's like up there?"

Lucifer didn't budge. "If I become ever so curious I can just snap my fingers and be done with it. Omniscience is a convenient thing, I tell you."

"Then why aren't you omniscient right now? Because it's boring, right?"

Lucifer shrugged.

"Of course it is," Azazel grinned. "C'mon Luci. My hands are tied here and I'm running against time. If I could've handled it myself then I wouldn't be here in the first place. Neither of us want a war to start between our factions, no?"

"Faction?" Lucifer grinned mockingly at the sentiment. "I untangled myself from the Underworld when I died. Forgetting history already, Zazel? Has your antique age caught up to you at last?" he teased as he swiveled on his floating clouds to stand on his own. His dress shoes clicked as they touched the cold marble ground of Hades' throne room. "And besides… Why don't I want that? What makes you think I don't want to see the end of you and your people? Along with all those cretins living in the empire I've built…"

"Because if you wanted to, then you would've done it long ago," Azazel said with a certain kind of calmness. "And you want to be King of the Ashes? Ruler of Ruins and Scattered Rocks?"

"I've been the King of Molten Rocks and Jaggedy Places. King of the Ashes would be an upgrade. And those would be called being an Olympian, Zazel."

Azazel snorted while Hades shrugged, not seeing the point in denying it. The Boney Overlord didn't value his Olympus family much, considering what they did to him. He at least had the sense to not forever live in denial, which was positively the only reason why his own Realm thrived, while theirs faltered in the test of time.

"Well whatever you say; don't try to bullshit me, Loosh," Azazel said. "You said the same thing last month."

"Did I?" Lucifer raised a single eyebrow, jogging through his memories, browsing through his archives. "...Huh… I did, did I? How embarrassing."

"You need some fresh air. For an extended period. You can't tell what day it is in this depressing place. No offense Hades."

Hades said nothing but a grunt of disapproval. He liked Erebus and all its gloomy glory. Perhaps he was biased because the sun in Olympus never set.

"...Hmm… Well I can't deny you do have a point," Lucifer then admitted. "But what can you promise me in return, Azazel? Assuming that I coerced your lackeys, which I will, spotlessly. Perfectly."

"...My deepest, sincerest gratitude?" offered Azazel with artless hope.

Lucifer was not impressed. There were times for banters and there were times for deal making. "It's very smart to play smart with me, Azazel; many found it's the quickest way to ensure their death."

At that casual threat, Azazel considered his options with sincerity. "You'll…Well, tell me what you want."

"I asked what you can provide. Don't turn the table on me. You're shaving away my patience here, Lord Governor of the Grigori — my cordiality lasts as long as you don't waste my time."

"We know you don't value gold…" Azazel began.

"Materialistic possessions," Lucifer scoffed. "Nothing more than silly little trinkets. What I seek is eternal."

"You don't drink… Sadly…"

"Drinks are vices reserved for drunks and desperate housewives."

"My point exactly," Azazel muttered as he weighed his hands. "And you obviously don't need me to lay with women or men."

"Women are much softer and tender; but yes, I do not require your help. The day I need someone else to lay with a woman is the day I finally die. From horrific shame, undoubtedly."

"Yea I don't doubt that," the fallen angel shrugged. "...I can't think of anything else you want, Loosh."

"Yes. Exactly," Lucifer narrowed his deep set crimson eyes, casting shadows over them whenever he walked under the light. "What I desire is freedom… unfortunately no one can grant it or take it away from me but myself. But I suppose it is unfair of me to expect an aspect from one who pursues tangible materials, hence I'll be fair with you, dear brother…"

Lucifer descended down from the flight of stairs, and as he shared the similar height with Azazel, he saw him eye to eye.

"I will help you take care of those rascals without spilling a single drop of blood." The Devil then placed his left hand onto his shoulder, and Azazel could tell this dance might cost him forever. "You shall have your problem solved. By me, obviously… But some day, and may that day never come, I will call upon you to do me a service in return. And whatever that service is, you're obliged to perform it."

"As long as you're not asking me to start calling you 'Don Lucifer', then sure." Azazel grasped his extended right hand and gave him a firm shake.

"Maybe I will if I were stupid," Lucifer said, pleased that the deal was sealed. Azazel was either desperate or a fool to effectively surrender his freedom to The Devil, but knowing him, the Governor had a few tricks up his sleeve. Fine by him. All the more interesting for Lucifer. "But until that day, consider this a goodwill from yours truly… Now let's go. Looks like you have your wish fulfilled, Hades, for the moment…"

"Bring souvenirs when you return," Hades lazily said, waving a wave of dismissal with his skeleton hand.

"Yes, yes… I'll give you a bone of a dragon to add into your… bone throne or whatever…"

And then they disappeared. The Devil and the Governor, as the former twisted the fabric of reality, when he was still inside Hades' Domain, where laws and logics were his to control and twist. They were his authority, and they were meant to be absolute.

Yet Lucifer skewed it all the same.

It was just as he had feared. The Devil had become skilled in controlling his new powers, one he reaped from his own Creator. A Primordial God that presided from the beginning along with Chaos. A Protogenoi. The last millennia he spent here wasn't to hide from the world, but to prepare himself for the world.

Having taken Yahweh's power and control, Lucifer was effectively as influential as Chaos himself. He was one of the few beings that could unseal Trihexa and unleash The Beast into the world. Although it was highly unlikely that Lucifer would do so without ensuring he could tame The Beast, the possibility alone was mortifying enough as no one could be certain of what Lucifer had in mind.

For once since a long while, Hades had the opportunity to stop fretting himself with the Devil Lord's presence… He had been nothing more but an understanding guest thus far, but Hades would be lying if he claimed he ever felt secure with him around. He always felt that pair of crimson eyes were hiding something behind their relaxed gaze, and Lucifer's tightlipped smile was the kind of smile befitting a mastermind of a scheme.

Whatever it was, Hades was glad Lucifer finally left Erebus. And he hoped it was for an extended amount of time… He was a terrible influence on Bennia and no doubt to his own kids if they ever met him… But now that he left, Hades had to wonder. Which would be wiser? To let The Devil free? Or keep him in his Domain and put his Realm at risk?

Chapter 1

||The Devil's Will||

Kuoh Town. A small town located in the Kanto region of Honshu, Japan. With the population somewhere between twenty and thirty thousand. Not exactly the grandest towns or even a popular tourist attraction, but The Devil had no interest in getting himself known by these rising apes who called themselves humans. That aside, why oh why would someone like Azazel bother himself with a squabble of loose ravens?

Well, because that town was under the supervision of two devils. One Rias Gremory and one Sona Sitri. Two little sisters of the current Satans — whose names Lucifer would be bothered to keep in his head if he cared. But he didn't. In his eyes, those new devils had failed as a species when they broke into a Civil War, and those new leaders with whatever titular names they fancied had failed the moment they didn't crush the remnants of the Civil War completely.

Sure enough, they created the Khaos Brigade and new issues began to arise for the Underworld Empire. But their incompetence was not his problem to solve.

Either way, he had given the Governor his words, and as his words were his bond, Lucifer did what he was asked to, according to his words…

Charred remains of what used to be fallen angels and a flock of magicians decorated the —quite impressively clean— marble floors of an underground lair, located under a poor excuse of an abandoned church. Rat dungs were everywhere. These miserable loons were lucky Lucifer knew how to float without his wings, otherwise he'd have extended their demise.

"You killed them!" Azazel immediately snapped when he arrived at the scene.

Lucifer merrily slapped his hands away before Azazel could reach his collars. "I did what I said; I fixed your problem without spilling a single blood. Did you notice a splatter? I didn't. I made sure to be clean."

"You… bastard!" the Governor seethed, his hands running over his hair in frustration, eyes in complete disbelief as he stared in awestruck horror.

Not his problem. "Let this be your lesson whenever you make another deal with me, Zazel. Or anyone, for that matter… Some beings remain true to the letter; but not the implied spirit."

Azazel seethed. "...Get out of my sight, you devil..."

"Making demands, are we? Maybe try again once you kill a God… Then we'll see if your words may have any weight over me. But for now… I suppose I'll seek out Kokabiel and fulfill my end of the deal. You owe me still, y'know?"

"Lucifer you—"

"Tricked you again? A tale as old as time itself…" And Lucifer disappeared without the flashy effects; simply vanishing completely from sight. But not without flashing a victorious grin, trademark of The Devil, of course.

/

Kuoh Town was as small as it was boring, but it did have some characters in it, and some interesting tidbits he discovered while he was taking a stroll through the empty park. …That tidbit being the existence of a hidden doorway to… a Realm between Realms? Now this was a find.

Kokabiel could wait anyway. Lucifer would rather die than place anyone else above his own desires. If Azazel couldn't talk his loose Cadre down, then a snap and he'd rid this earth from that warmongering moron. His brothers in Heaven wouldn't thank him for it. Much as they should… but Lucifer had stopped expecting anything including gratitude from those winged robots.

Well he did kill their heavenly daddy, so…

Only two beings existed that he considered allowed to whine; children and women who were acting coy. He had nothing against flamboyant men, but should they ever whine to him, then they may expect a divine hand slap across their face.

All that aside, perhaps he pulled off a prank a little bit too cruel to Azazel. Yet then again, the asshole Governor only ever chatted to him when he had something he wanted. So serve him right. Losing it over a couple of fallen angels was unlike him anyway, and Lucifer had no doubt Azazel would find a new reason to stop being upset with him. Having incomptetent underlings might be one of the reasons.

But for now, this peculiar doorway.

With a little bit of handwave and a little bit of magic, namely, his Divine Will; a new kind of power when he robbed Yahweh of his Godhood, he willed the hidden doorway to appear before him. It wasn't so much of a door as it was a gateway, however, and it was red in color. A torii gate, he believed, was what the locals called this thing.

Without caring for the consequences as he knew there were so laughably few that could stand in his way, Lucifer entered the archway… and found himself standing somewhere in the middle of a forest, where the skies were cleaner than Kuoh's midnight skies, and the moon itself was brighter.

An artificial moon, he immediately recognized, as this place's gravity itself was unnatural. Floating upwards, Lucifer mentally saw through his memoirs to determine where he was. He pinpointed his exact location just as a large traditional Japanese shrine could be spotted over the horizon… Standing atop a hill with a bustling village resting beneath it.

Old Kyoto… as peaceful as it ever was… And traditionally dull.

Welp. Might as well pay the fox a visit.

As if wearing a binocular, Lucifer formed a circle with his fingers and peered through it, eyeing a particular spot of the Shinto shrine, specifically Yasaka's bedroom, if he remembered correctly. Once he was certain with his trajectory, Lucifer skipped the entire introduction and the monotonous waiting by jumping through the space time continuum, without ripping a single flow of time.

And he stood before a sliding door made out of wood and oriental paper. He didn't open it, of course, as that would only lead to the hall outside the bedroom. Why would he exit the room when he just arrived?

His arrival was soon greeted with a tone of heightened caution and alert, coming from behind him.

"Who are you?" the Kyuubi demanded, all her nine lustrous tails flaring with mystic flames. They didn't burn her home, but they could certainly burn her intruder.

Or so she thought. If she knew what Lucifer was made of, then she might have resorted to a different element that wasn't anything related to fire or flames.

"Forgotten me already?" Lucifer smoothly swiveled around his shoes, and his smile, though failing to reach his eyes, was at least amicable and amenable. But it slowly faded away into a flat line as he furrowed his eyebrows. "...Who are you?"

"I'm Yasaka, Guardian of Old Kyoto. Who are you?"

"You can't lie to me," he simply warned, approaching the Kyuubi. Or what she appeared to be. Golden hair with sweeping bangs, nine bushy tails, a pair of vulpine ears with white tips, a loose kimono that revealed much of her bosoms — yes she had Yasaka's looks to a spitting image, but her soul was not Yasaka's. And she did just lie to him, the Devil of Lies.

"Who are you?" he demanded this time, not exactly upset or mad, just curious. "Where have you taken the old fox? Is she dead?"

"Back away… You're a stranger who came to my domain and you dare question my legitimacy?"

She tried to sound menacing, but Lucifer could smell fear radiating from the Kyuubi. It didn't help her case that she was walking back, away from him until a wall prevented her from moving another step.

His eyes narrowed. He wasn't yet angry, but he was getting annoyed with all these false pretenses. Tilting his head, he shut the windows and sealed the entire room with an oppressive air, soundproofing it and temporarily erasing its existence from the minds of everyone in the shrine aside from him and the pretender before him.

But perhaps… a little dance.

"You don't remember me? Lady Yasaka?" he began his tune, stopping his advance, letting her gain her confidence in her sham. "Your own paramore…? I can't say that my pride isn't wounded."

It wasn't a complete lie, of course. Only amateurs would lie completely. Yasaka had a few flings with him, but they were never an item. Just two free-spirited young fools wanting to spend the night with slightly more warmth and sweat.

"M-My paramore…" the Kyuubi appeared to think, working her brains, deciding if he was lying to her or not. "...I…My apologies… It's been far too long since I… lay in bed with another. Not since Kunou."

Who in the seventh hell was Kunou? "Hm?"

"Kunou," she said again, looking at him with her radiant golden eyes under her sleek golden eyebrows. "My daughter."

"Your daughter? But you're a Kyuubi, aren't you? You can't bear children with— ah…" Lucifer realized once he got a read of her face. "Your adopted daughter… I see. An heir to inherit your position."

"Precisely," she nodded. "...But my own blood or not, as things stand, I intend to fulfill my duty as her mother first."

"But it's already terribly late to play the mother," Lucifer said, his words snaking into her deepest, darkest, wicked of hearts, where it nestled itself and bred desires as he approached her, his hand caressing her soft cheek. "Even a mother is still a woman… And it's not unheard of for one, regardless how motherly, to seeketh embers."

He gently placed a hand atop her chest, splaying his fingers across but without any pressure as he felt her heartbeat soar.

"My…" 'Yasaka' muttered, visibly entranced. "...What have you… done to me…?"

"This is all you, Lady Yasaka. You know everything I did was in accordance with your desire. Does it whisper to you the same thing it whispered whenever I'm around? Or do I need to cajole you more and whisper sweet nothings as to why this is not the worst idea you can have?"

"Is that so…?" her hazy eyes stared longingly at his lips, and before she knew it, she had pushed herself off the wall, and brought her hands around his neck, so that she could seal his lips with hers.

Lucifer returned in kind, kissing her as gently and roughly as a lover would, nibbling her lower lip just before he broke away from their pitched battle. Only to plant his hand to the wall next to her head, and leaned in for a second round, this time thoroughly tasting her as he invaded her mouth, flicked her tongue, and tugged her wet flesh with his lips, as 'Yasaka''s moan became heavier and audible.

Her lips were wonderfully soft thing, and she had a delectable little purr when she let him explore her as he pleased.

She hadn't realized it yet, but Lucifer had noticed her hair ornament had disappeared and some of her hair had turned pink. Even her breasts were getting smaller, younger and more pronounced. Her illusion was wavering, as it appeared, but Lucifer didn't feel the need to rush her confession. Not when she was looking at him with lustful eyes like this.

No.

He should torture her first.

If not for the sake of it, then for daring to lie to him,

"Your name," he muttered to her neck as she shivered in return. "Whisper it back."

"Ya..Yasaka…" she shuddered, feeling his lips sucking her skin, feeling lightheaded; unsure if there was a living being in the world who knew how to kiss like… whoever this person was. "...Ah…"

He lifted his head, slowly making his way from her neck, up to her jaw, her cheek, then next to her ear. "Do you want to hear me whisper it?"

"If you would…"

"Yasaka…" he whispered to the fluffy white part of her vulpine ear. It jittered in response. It was rather endearing, if he must say. "...Why are you lying to me, Yasaka?"

She trembled lightly, her toes curling over the tatami. "...What for would I lie…?"

"Because you don't want me to leave," he continued, this time lifting her leg with one hand as he rested his forehead against hers. "Because you're afraid I can see right through you."

"Why should I be afraid…?" Her chest began to pound as he closed their distance, pressing his chest against her and pushing her up the wall, as Yasaka instinctively raised her unraised leg around his waist.

"Because you know I'm the only one who can make you feel this way. And if you lie, then I'll have to stop. You know I don't appreciate liars, my vulpine lady."

"Who does…" she whispered, breathless as she craned her head, letting him bruise her neck once again. "Nnh… Why… Should I… nmh…"

"Then tell me your name. Your true name. One you're meant to keep a secret… But you know I can keep a secret better than many, do you?"

"I do…" the Kyuubi listlessly nodded, even as five of her tails began to fade away, fading away in the dimly lit darkness of the room.

Lucifer brought his head back up again, to stare into the now golden eyes belonging to a pink-haired fox spirit, who had longed for a companion that even Lucifer started to take pity on her. In his defense, he rummaged her soul and her mind only to determine if she was ill-intentioned regarding her transformation, but he ended up digging out bits of her past history as well. Not one she keen on sharing too.

He stopped when he learned about her hatred of her own name. He stopped because he wanted to hear it from her directly. He stopped because he prided himself in being an excellent listener and didn't require extra tricks to get someone to spill their heart.

"So let's start again," he said to her with promise, "I won't hate you just because of a name."

"Why wouldn't you…"

"Because a name is just a name to me. What matters is the person, hm?"

"Is that so…"

"That is so," he hummed, softly brushing away a lone tear from her cheek. "Why, don't I have your trust?"

"You do…"

"Then tell me your name. And share to me what happened with Yasaka and her absence," he stroked her cerise pink bangs, as the two-tailed kitsune looked into his eyes with a certain kind of yearning, with a genuine desire of being loved and cherished. "And then, we will lie down somewhere private… just you and me, and you needn't be lonely tonight."

"I… am Tamamo… Tamamo-no-Mae…" she whispered, tearing up, both her legs still clinging onto him, and then both her arms as she hugged him, pouring her all into his chest. "...I don't know where Lady Yasaka is, other than she is trapped inside an amulet… I don't understand how… Please help me, whoever you are— I'm terribly scared."

"Hush now, enough with the tears. I'm here; there's no one else to fear." Lucifer caressed her honey blonde vulpine ears the same way Yasaka had taught him; upwards, never downwards. Smooth the fluff, not make it bristle. "You're clearly distraught, so why don't you ease yourself down… and let me…"

Not having the energy to refuse, Tamamo unsaddled herself from him and stared at the floor, slowly sobering at what she had done and had admitted to a complete stranger. But her eyes crossed when she looked at him, instinctively trying to follow his arm up past her brow. As she was quite short, standing barely at his chest, she couldn't tell what he was doing until she felt his fingers scratching the backside of her ears.

"Ohhhh—" Tamamo shuddered from bliss, subconsciously nuzzling against his hand. Her ears swiveled around his fingers and her two bushy tails waved rapidly side to side, an obvious and unconscious affirmation that even after all these years; Lucifer had never lost his touch. Of course he wasn't surprised, but there was satisfaction to be had in the acknowledgment of others. Didn't mean he proactively sought for approvals or recognition, as those were for fools who had yet to make a mark in history.

Lucifer had made plenty enough, history wouldn't be the same without him.

At his new little fox pet, he found himself smiling, appeased by her intensified reaction as he worked his way down to her neck, caressing her cheek with his thumb.

Tamamo melted in his hands, and Lucifer would have continued giving her what she desired if she could return it by giving him the information he wanted.

Namely, Yasaka's whereabouts.

Tamamo instinctively smushed her cheek against his hand even as he was drawing it away, whining almost like a lost pup when she realized there was no more petting.

"You said Yasaka is in an amulet," he repeated, snapping her back to the strange predicament she had been set in. "Where is it?"

"First top drawer!" Sobering up, Tamamo pointed towards a dresser, Yasaka's dresser. Her clothes then shapeshifted from one of regal white kimono, to a vibrant blue, white linings, and black shrine maiden outfit that revealed much of her legs that were covered in same colored thigh-high leggings.

Lucifer promptly made a face of approval to her… unique fashion sense, so to speak. But he walked over to the dresser with the fox girl sauntering behind him.

"...Nee, nee… Stranger-dono—" the kitsune called out to him just as he was about to pull the drawer. He paused to take a look at her. "...Are you really Yasaka-hime's entourage…? Can I really trust you with this…?"

"Of course you can," Lucifer smirked proudly, dragging out the drawer as he picked up a golden amulet. It had a golden chain, and it was obviously a necklace with quite heft in it. "There's no one better willed than me to deal with… whatever this is…" Admittedly, he had never dealt with a Kyuubi trapped inside a gem. Dragons he had heard, but they were sealed in Sacred Gears, not a piece of jewelry.

The window peered open as Lucifer used the moonlight to shine on the jewel. It cast out a nice reflection on the wall. "...When did this happen?"

"Two weeks ago," Tamamo replied, skittish. "I-I don't know what happened. I was supposed to clean Yasaka-hime's room, a-and I was! But then I heard her voice, so I thought she was still in the room with me, but no! She didn't remember anything either, but she told me to take her shape… To prevent an uproar, you see… and of course… Kunou as well."

Putting her frown aside, Lucifer scrutinized the amulet for a little while longer, throwing all appraisal spells he had knowledge of, tinkering with his ungodly power and knowledge as both demonic and angelic and divine powers encapsulated the amber-like gem lodged in the pendant of the necklace. Black, white, and gold specters shrouded the jewel, before it suddenly pulsed with a radiant glow.

And it started yelling at him. "Stop! Stop! Whatever you are doing, stop it this instance!"

That was Yasaka alright.

"M-Mikon! Yasaka-hime!" Tamamo exclaimed.

"Huh…" Lucifer worded, amused, but also stopping his magical tinkering. "Long time we've yet to see each other and you trapped yourself in a piece of jewelry. What on earth did you do this time, fox?"

"That voice… Lucifer? How… How did you get there… wherever you are now?"

Tamamo blinked. "...Are… Luciferu…?

"I know I'm impossible to forget," he huffed. "And I'm in your place, with your expy. Just what kind of trouble did you get yourself into this time?"

"How rude. You haven't even heard my story yet you've cast your suspicion?"

"I don't hear you denying it."

"I was just about to," Yasaka continued in her pompous, somewhat childish voice she'd never let out in public. "It wasn't me! I don't know who did this… But I swear I will strangle them with my own hands once I get out of this place."

Lucifer casually lifted the necklace, dangling the pendant before him as he re-inspected it. "There's traces of Nordic Seals here and there. All evidence pointing at Loki."

"Loki! The Trickster God—" Yasaka's tone was seething with burning rage. "I should have known… Who else would pull this kind of banal stunt other than him?"

He could think of a few names, actually, but no gods were crafty or even daring and stupid enough to seal one of the crucial leyline-tenders inside a piece of gemstone. As to why… well… Loki always had his own reasons and his own way of thinking. Only idiots would bother themselves with the Trickster God, as he was not a being able to be reasoned with.

Lucifer did not fear him, not that he feared any gods as he was one, but The Devil rathered not to associate himself with the frost giant boy, lest Loki dirtied his name. As if his name wasn't tainted enough by those Lucifer pretenders. He should consider eliminating them once they got irksome enough, he supposed. Few crimes are as great as identity theft, after all. Claiming to be his own son? That's worth a few years of being repeatedly thrown into a pit filled with devil-eating alligators that hadn't been fed real meat for years.

But that was a concern for another time. "Do tell; what's it like living inside a gem?"

"Horrendously boring," Yasaka immediately answered, almost whining. "But my entertainment is the least of my concerns— what has happened out there? How bad is it, Tamamo? Did anyone report any destabilization? Have you noticed anything different? And by the Gods… is Kunou alright?"

"Sh-she's fine Yasaka-hime," the kitsune readily answered. "And no… I haven't seen any noticeable differences than usual… Although I didn't know how this person arrived here. I suppose I should've asked earlier…"

"I walked in on one of your gates," he said blandly. "It was hidden, but not well enough. Spat me out somewhere in the forest."

"Oh dear… There should only be one entrance… At all times." And that one was in Kyoto and only Kyoto. "Is it at least hidden enough to not be instantly seen by outsiders?"

"Not for the curious ones. Hard to say; I'm not exactly insensitive to trickery and magic."

"...T'was bad news regardless…" Yasaka muttered. He imagined both her ears would be flattened right now. "...If this goes on, who knows where the gates will spawn next…? Old Kyoto is hidden for a reason…"

"Why the fuss? Your people are hardly the type to make enemies. Niggling annoyance at times with their pranks, but nothing harmful."

"You sound surprisingly naive for a being who has witnessed and caused the rise and fall of empires."

Lucifer shrugged. "I care more about the future rather than the past."

"The past is still a better teacher than both present and future."

"Doesn't mean it should be as important" he smoothly refuted. "Either way, what can you do there? And what can we do here? I wanted to see and talk to you in the flesh, not…" he made a face as he eyed the amber gem. "...to a strange, talking stone..."

"You think I want to be this way?"

"Well you are somewhat rockheaded. I suppose it is at least thematic."

"I will make you eat your own words, Lucifer."

"Consider not being a rock first."

"—!" Yasaka could be heard grumbling inside said rock. Her forced recluse definitely played a bad part in her patience and control over her anger. But then again, Lucifer knew what buttons to push to gain his desired reactions. He'd never tell her this as it would only make her madder, but he had always thought she was the cutest when she got petulantly angry with him.

Of course Lucifer took pride in the fact that he was the only entity in all Realms that Yasaka could be completely honest towards. To whom she didn't need to put on her masks, without needing to be a leader or spiritual counselor for a variety of species.

But after a while, Yasaka's voice mellowed into one of despair. "...I… I've tried everything. I've spent all my powers trying to break away from this containment. Nothing I did work, Lucifer, you need to set me free."

He raised an eyebrow. "Need? I don't need to. You're the one who needs it."

"Please help," Yasaka pleaded, not having the spirit to argue. "My people need me. Kunou needs me… I can't stay here for long. …You're the only one I can trust. I know nobody else as strong as you."

Now he liked the sound of that… That placed him above everyone else, which wasn't mistaken. "Ease it with your compliments, fox, you had me at 'please help'. Still, this will be one big favor you're asking from me, Yasaka."

"I don't care… Anything to get me out of this prison."

Another favor from another leader of a different faction… And his day had only just begun. Very much expected of him, Lucifer wouldn't have settled for less. "Very well. I'll find a way to get you out."

"As well as getting me out!" Yasaka quickly added, having learned from her past mistakes from making a deal with him.

Lucifer appreciated her alertness with a snigger. "I'll get you out. Sure. You have my word, my vulpine lover… I'll keep you close to my heart — quite literally too, might I add."

"How very romantic," Yasaka sighed as Lucifer put on the necklace, tucking it under his wine red dress shirt and jet black tie. "...Tamamo, while I understand this is hard for you, and I hate that I must ask this from you, but I need you to continue acting as me in my absence. The entirety of Old Kyoto still needs you."

"Yes, Yasaka-hime-dono!" Tamamo stiffened, snapping out of her daydream, having secretly craving to receive the same treatment Lucifer gave to her caretaker. "...Can I… ask where you might be heading, Goshujin-sama?"

"Goshujin— oh Gods…" Yasaka sounded reasonably disappointed. "Not you as well. What did he say to you?"

Tamamo brought one of her tails forward, hugging it for security as she stammered and fiddled with the white tips of her tail.

"Well I mean… He's handsome… tall… and he said some sweet-sounding words to me… And he literally swept me off my feet and he turned my legs into jelly with a kiss. What is a young maiden like me to do?"

"Not exactly unalike to what I did to you the first time we met," Lucifer added, lightly but smugly smiling as he looked at his new kitsune friend. "Don't worry. I won't forget you. I recognize those who value me greatly."

"Ahaan~!" squealed Tamamo. "Make me your wife please! I'll be loyal to you and you only!"

Lucifer raised a single eyebrow. "I don't need to make you my wife to make you loyal."

"Mikon!"

As Tamamo's tails swayed wildly as she hogged his right arm, Yasaka sighed. "You surely know how to make a lady feel special," so she said with dry sarcasm. "Was I mistaken to hope I was the only one for you?"

"You are the only Yasaka for me."

"The same way she is the only Tamamo for you, I'm sure."

"But of course. If I deem you all the same, then won't that make you ordinary? And you're wrong, Yasaka. I know how to make myself unforgettably special." Lucifer corrected, "But I digress… I've stayed here long enough and I've had what I wanted."

Hearing that shocked Tamamo just as the moment she learned of Yasaka's state. "Nonono, you can stay a mite longer still…" she said with ears drooping forward like a pair of wilting flowers. Her tails even stopped swishing. "You said I won't be sleeping alone tonight. You told me for no lies…"

"Aren't you adorable? Are you a dog or a fox?" he softly chuckled with a single raised eyebrow.

"I'm a kitsune, not an inugami," pouted the kitsune.

"Where did you find her? How come I've never met her?"

Tamamo was about to tell him her life story of how she used to be a cursed stone that could kill ordinary people if they so much as stared at her, but she was cut off by one annoyed kyuubi.

"Quit flirting around! The stability of my city is in peril!"

"We'll be back soon, Tamamo. Why don't you keep the bed warm while I'm away?"

"Okay~!" with a twirl, Tamamo transformed herself back into Yasaka, gaining several inches of height, seven golden tails, and a more ample set of bosoms. "I'll be waiting for you, Goshujin-sama…"

With a nod, Lucifer snapped away from Yasaka's domain, and surged back into existence in Erebus, namely Hades' gloomy throne room that was only kept lit by the floating blue candles.

"Greetings and salutations, Old Man," Lucifer jeered, and Hades was visibly wishing for time to be reverted. "I didn't get you your dragon bone, but I found something better… a nine-tailed fox spirit inside a jewelry. And you will help me break her out."

To be continued…

What's better than one fox wife? Two fox waifus!

Har har! You expected smut but all you get is fluff! Fluff! Lots of fluff! Fluff for days and the morrows! Fluff for the sad and lonely Tamamo! And for Yasaka whose DxD appearance is kinda eehhhh so I have to change her appearance a bit! Mostly her eyebrows and her hair! Yay me!

But seriously danzy, wth is this story about?

Why, fluff ofc, and Lucifer's quest on getting the best fox wife out of the amulet so he could cuddle her to death.

I just found myself lacking fluff yo, and writing Fates Reforged made me realize it all the worse. It's like a withdrawal.

Also I'm retconning DxD's theory about Yasaka being part of a leyline, because it doesn't work like that and I think ishibumi did that to stop Yasaka from prancing around.

Did I kill Raynare and her gang? Well, I never confirmed it so there you have it. Then again, it's hard to give them a bigger part in the story so don't hope too much. I'm focusing on Lucifer and Yasaka first before I add more.

Hime is commonly seen as part of a Japanese female divinity's name which is a deity — I'm just following what wikipedia said for how Tamamo refers to Yasaka.

Follow for the next chapter, which is more fluff packed than this, specifically between him and Yasaka. (not hades, dw about that). And do be kind and leave a review so i have something to read. Make it somewhat a mutual exchange. You receive my story, I receive your review.