|Acrimonia Black | Wrath (acrimonia) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2020-05-13 01:23:00
|Entry tags:||lucifer, michael, saint george, wrath|
Who: Wrath, Lucifer, then Saint George and Michael
What: Lucifer being a smarm
When: Monday evening
Where: Just outside Wrath's apartment building
Warnings/Notes: TBA - I mean it's Lucifer
If Wrath had left work early, like she wanted to, then she would have been safely inside by the time Lucifer showed up to wait for her. Unfortunately, Patrick had needed her to finish something, and Wrath uncharacteristically decided to stay. That was what she got for being kind. Because by the time she reached her apartment building, Lucifer was waiting for her, that horrible smile plastered to his face, which held no kindness in it at all.
"What?!" she hissed, frozen on the footpath.
"Wrath," his tone was never less than pleasant as he spoke to her, but Wrath wasn't fooled. "You look well."
Lucifer was still smiling at her when his hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around her neck so he could slam her back against the wall. Wrath felt her head crack against the stone and she let out a moan of pain, but then Lucifer's face was an inch from hers and she could feel his breath on her face, and he was talking. "You forget your place," he hissed. "You belong to me. I've let this dalliance with your pissant saint go on because it's going to be hilarious when he leaves you and you snap and kill him. But you are mine. And I want those fucking twins."
It was only by coincidence that Wrath had learned to text without looking at her phone. Living with Sloth meant she was lazier than normal, and often times she just didn't feel like looking at the screen. She had never had to use it to get out of something like this, but she was just glad Lucifer was too focused on being a dick to her, to notice when she reached into her pocket, unlocked the phone with her finger print, and texted one thing to George.
Then she followed it up with, home. She hoped he would know she meant he was at her place. And she hoped he came and brought Michael with him.
"Let me go," she growled at him, and she felt his grip tighten.
"No. Now listen to me. You are going to bring me those twins-"
"I won't." Wrath informed him, and then she brought her knee up, right into Lucifer's dick. He doubled over his grip loosening enough for her to push him away and run for the door. He was faster though, recovering even through the pain, to grab her by her hair and pull her back so he could slam her into the wall again.
"Now you made me angry," he said, panting through his anguish. "And I'm going to punish you, Wrath."