Lucifer Morningstar (_lightbringer_) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2017-11-26 21:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, lucifer morningstar |
Who: Lucifer Morningstar
Where: Decadence
When: Sunday morning
What: Someone broke one of Lucifer’s toys
Status: Narrative
If you don’t want to deal with the devil,
Late at night, Lucifer had gotten a text from Lydia. They’d had a lengthy and interesting conversation. He didn’t usually open up to the people who were in debt to him, but something about the red headed banshee made him like her, and she had a strange way of drawing him out of his shell. Stranger still, the former King of Hell didn’t mind. Finally, amused, he shooed her off to go play with her boyfriend and he went off to entertain himself with half a dozen eager partners.
And entertain himself he did. His partners were high enough to last longer than an uninfluenced human would. So much so that afterward, even the Devil himself was winded enough he didn’t mind that three of them were pinning his wings to the bed. He counted himself lucky that they had been so wrapped up in their sensations that they didn’t notice the big, white feathery things. Annoying things that wouldn’t stay cut off, really. But he didn’t feel like moving to extricate them.
At least not until morning. Not until he felt something ripple across his demonic senses. It was enough to snap his eyes open before he was truly awake. It was a good thing his partners were still asleep since it wasn’t the human version of his eyes that showed, but the red glowing eyes of the King of Hell. Consciousness came next. Lucifer frowned deeply just before he gave his wings a bit of a flip to get the humans off of them so he could scrabble out of bed. He didn’t even bother to grab his robe or hide his wings he just rushed through the loft for the elevator down to the club.
Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Someone…one of those in his debt…one of those whose soul he held a piece of so long as they carried that debt…was hurt. Very hurt. As in teetering on the edge of life and death hurt. Oh, one didn’t hurt the people who owed Lucifer a debt. That had a tendency to make the Devil very cranky. But to make matters worse, when he opened his senses enough to get a feel for who it was that was injured fury gripped him. Someone dared lay hands on Lydia Martin…without his permission!
One moment a very nude Lucifer was standing in the empty dance floor of Decadence. The next, his rage exploded out from him, shattering every piece of glass/mirror in the place.
After the last shard tinkled to the floor Lucifer whirled around to storm for a phone to start making some calls. The glass crunched beneath his feet without so much as denting his skin. Those white, feathery pains in the ass had reappeared to flutter in agitation behind him. Someone was going to pay. Dearly.