AUTHOR NOTE: This was requested by drxnkxnds.
As soon as the portal's magic burst accured he knew it was his chance. With a fist and elbow hit to Micheal's minions holding him he jumped through the portal. When he landed he looked around. He was in a nice and neat looking room. "Where am I?" he thought to himself. He examined his new environment more and saw pictures of himself or his vessel rather. There was a shelf with what looked like awards on it in the room. They all displayed the name Mark Pellegrino on them. Lucifer wasn't sure who this Mark guy was. His vessel's name was Nick. "Well better see f I can find out what world this is," he thought to himself only to be a bit surprised when he realized his wings were gone. In fact, he felt off in a few ways.
"Am I...human?!" he panicked to himself. He tried using some of his powers from snapping to trying to levitate something and nothing. That's when his stomach growled indicating he was hungry. Lucifer was disgusted by what humans would allow themselves to eat but the now former archangel had no other choice. He found the kitchen of his new home fairly easy and scavaged for something he would be able to choke down. He settled for a bagel. It was kinda tuff and tasteless but it would do. As he was eating he heard footsteps.
"Morning Mark," you said walking out of the guest bedroom grabbing your purse and walking over to him, "thank you for letting me stay here last night. I'd be in big trouble without you," you gave him a small peck on the cheek. "See you at the cast party," you said heading for the door.
"Cast party?" he asked.
"Yeah, to celebrate the end of season thirteen of Supernatural," with that you left. Lucifer just stood there processing everything he had learned. This Mark guy was an actor obviously and on a show called Supernatural. He wondered if it was the same as those lame books his father wrote. It wouldn't surprise him. What he kept finding himself coming back to was you. He had to admit for a human you were attractive. Nice. He couldn't figure out the weird tingle he felt when you kissed his cheek but he found himself liking it. He figured if he was stuck here might as well have some enjoyment in it. But there was part of him that had a feeling there was more to you than he saw.
He could sense a certain mix of emotions coming from you. Fear, sadness, and what he was sure was affection. It was odd but he shrugged it off. He had bigger issues.