Disclaimer: I'm too tired to think of anything but 'I don't own Lucifer'.
Characters: Lucifer, Trixie
Inspired by: This actually happened to me once... But I didn't have a Guardian Devil.
Additional tags: Nonsensical...
A/N:Don't ever trust one of these grinning at you. I'm serious. They are true evil.
Dark Red
Lucifer stared into the brown-greenish eyes and concentrated, trying not to listen to the wails of pain and anger erupting from the offspring next to them.
"Tell me", he whispered, his voice intentionally deeper than usual, "what is it that you desire?"
Instead of answering him properly – though maybe this would've been a bit over the top anyway – the eyes slowly moved away from Lucifer's face and down, until their gaze steadied on the dress handkerchief in his breast pocket.
Lucifer hesitated, considered what loss would be bigger: That of a thick braid of Trixie's hair or his handkerchief (which was dark red and rather a favourite of his).
"Lu-u-u-u-uuuhhh-cifer!", Trixie sobbed, and that tipped the scale for him... though this had surely been the last time he visited the Zoo without Chloe to assist him in watching what the spawn did.
"All right", he sighed finally, took out the handkerchief and handed it to the monkey which had grabbed Trixie's hair, "there you go."
With a triumphant noise, the macaque let go of Trixie's pigtail and ran to join his troop – and if Lucifer hadn't been sure it was only a rather primitive primate, he'd have thought the monkey looked rather smug.