#deivll

[lapdecker]

u capture the peak essence of the Annoyed By Lucifer™ starter pack and i love it

* beep beep how’s my portrayal?

jslkdfjksdl chloe is so done with him it’s amazing tYSM ANGEL ILY

[lapdecker]

you’re quite adorable when you’re flustered.    (  @deivll​  )

                  She   doesn’t    reply    immediately,    instead,    she’ll    roll   her    eyes,    try    her    best    to    ignore    his   remark    by    pretending    she’s    buckling    the    thin   strap    of    her    heels    around    her    ankles    –    it   fails,    of    course,    because    she    can    still    feel   the    slight    burning    on    her    cheeks,    the   exasperation    in    her    actions,    hasty    and    rushed   just    so    he    will    stop    looking    at   her    –    most    precisely,    at    her    cleavage,   courtesy    of    the    horribly    flashy    and    revealing   dress    she’s    been    thrust    into.    A    dress    he   specifically    picked    for    her,    because    of    course   this    would    be    his    time    to    flash    wealth    and   past    conquests    into    her    face    –    what    man   keeps    dresses    in    his    apartment    just    like   that?    A    creepy    jackass,    that’s    who.

               “    i’m   not    flustered,    okay?    –    unlike    the   sparkly    ditzes    you    frequent,    I    don’t    cave   in    so    easily    to    cheap    compliments    about    my   body.    ”

                She   huffs,    choosing    instead    to    focus    entirely    on   the    situation    at    hand    –    it’s    by    far    not   the    first    time    she    goes    undercover,    but    it   is    the    second    to    third    time    she’s    had    to   do    it    with    Lucifer    breathing    down    her    neck.   And    that’s    not    something    she    appreciates    at   all,    because    she    knows    he’ll    find    a    way    to  screw    it    up,    one    way    or    another.    Which    is   the    reason    why    she    wants    to    get    this    over   with    soon,    but    to    do    so,    she    needs    his   influences    and    money    in    order    to    get    inside   the    VIP    section    of    the    prestigious    club,    where   the    suspect    is    supposed    to    spend    most    of    his   Friday    evenings.

                 Much   as    it    pains    her    to    admit    it,    once    more,   she    needs    his    help.

             “    I   hope    you    remember    what    the    plan    is,    ”   she    straightens    up,    takes    a    step    forward    on   her    massive    heels    and    tugs    the    hem    of    the   mini    dress    in    a    vain    attempt    to    cover    more   of    her    thighs,    “    we    go    in    there,    find   the    suspect,    and    we    leave.    no    drinking,    no   socializing    –    no    womanizing.    are    we   clear?    ”

[lapdecker]

if you weren’t so pent-up sexually, we’d be firing on all cylinders, i’d say.    (  @deivll​  )

          “    would   you    stop    saying    stupid    bullshit    like  that    while    i’m     driving?!    ”

              Congratulations,   Lucifer,    you’ve    officially    managed    to    make    Dt.   Chloe    Decker    lose    whatever    scrapes    of    patience   she    had    left    around    you.    Which    is   something    he    kind    of    accomplishes    on    a    weekly   basis,    but    she    is    usually    better    at    concealing   it    –    indeed,    she    has    grown    considerably   keener    in    the    arts    of    pretending    Lucifer’s   behavior    doesn’t    get    under    her    skin,    however,   she    has    her    limits,    and    they    are    being   tested.

                Especially   when    she’s    trying    to    drive,    and    he’s   constantly    prodding    her    with    inappropriate    banter,   with    that    smug,    stupid,    roguishly   charming    smile    of    his    –    what?    Ugh,    just  focus    on    the    road,    just    focus    on    the    road.

              “    I   –    i’m    not    sexually    pent    -    up.    ”  she    snaps    back,    once    she’s    managed    to    slow   down    her    breathing    back    to    normal,    and    her   fingers    curl    around    the    steering    wheel    tight   enough    to    pale    her    knuckles.    she’s    really   fighting    the    urge    to    throw    him    out    of    the   car    –    while    it’s    still    in    movement,    “    I   just    happen    to    put    my    job    above    my   hormones,    unlike    you.    ”    above    everything    else   –    that’s    what    she    does,    Chloe    uses    her   job    as    an    excuse    not    to    have    to    face    her   own    troubles.    One    of    Dan’s    favorite    things    to   reproach    to    her        back    in    the    day,    “    I   think    that    we’d    be    ‘firing    on    all   cylinders’    if    you    actually    took    the    job   seriously    and    stopped    acting    like    you’re    trying   to    sell    books    on    how    to    pick    up    women.    ”   a    heavy    exhale    from    her    lips,    Chloe    offers   him    a    sideways    glance    for    the    first    time   since    the    conversation    started,    “    what    does   ‘pent-        up    sexually’    even    supposed   to    mean?    that    i’m    not    jumping    in    the    sack  with    you?    excuse    me    for    having    standards    and   not    falling    for    your    shameless    charm    or   whatever    it’s    called.    ”

[lapdecker]

i gave up an epic foursome to be here.    (  @deivll​  )

                  “    well,   pardon    me    for    ruining    your    evening    with   banal    things    such    as    a    murder    case.  ”

               Words   are    spat    back    with    far    too    much    spite    for  her    taste    –    she’s    trying    her    best    to   feign    nonchalance,    because    she    knows    his    sole   purpose    in    life    is    to    get    under    her    skin.   Whatever    reason    she    had    to    call    Lucifer    for   backup    in    this    case,    she’s    now    immediately   regretting    it.    Perhaps,    she    supposes,    a    part    of  her    is    still    trying    to    give    him    a    second   chance    –    it’s    not    in    Chloe’s    nature    to   do    so,    however.    In    her    mind,    there    are   certain    mistakes    that    cannot    be    undone,    and    some   people    that    simply    do    not    deserve    to    be   judged    twice.    As    far    as    she    can    tell,   Lucifer    Morningstar    is    one    of    them.

                 And   yet,    here    she    is,    once    more    recruiting    him   for    a    job    even    though    she    doesn’t    want    him  involved    in    any    kind    of    LAPD    business.   However,    she    will    ease    her    own    conscience    by   saying    this    time,    he    could    actually    be    of   help.    When    it    comes    to    the    LA    club    scene,   he’s    sure    to    be    the    one    who    knows    the   most    about    it,    about    what    goes    on    behind    the  curtains    of    glitz    and    glamour.    He    did    prove   himself    to    be    useful    in    the    first    case    he   meddled    himself    into,    back    then,    and    much    as   it    bothers    her    to    admit    it,    he    keeps    on   helping    sometimes,    in    his    own    controversial    way.

              “    if   I    remember    correctly,    you’re    the   one    who’s    always    trying    to    stick    your    nose   into    our    businesses.    be    grateful    that    we   actually    considered    calling    you    for    this    one.    ”   arms    fold    over    her    chest,    a    feral    furrow   of    her    brows    as    she    keeps    his    gaze    held   with    her    own    –    she’s    not    taking    any    of   his    shit    tonight,    “    come    on,    we’ve   got    witnesses    that    might    have    seen    something   important.    by    the    way,    the    victim’s    a   nightclub    owner,    rumored    to    be    involved    in   cocaine    dealings,    ”    she    gestures    for    Lucifer   to    follow    her    through    the    crowd    of    police   officers    and    forensics,    “    maybe    you    know    him?  from    one    club    owner    to    another,    I    mean.    ”

[trustregain]

inbox .  “ it’s  suddenly  very  important  that  i  get  drunk . ”    @deivll​  .

❝             well   ,        you    have    come    to    the    right    place            ❞            julia    gestures    to    the    bar    before    him   ,        a    dirty    dish    clamped    tight    in    her    hand    as    she    continued    to    clear    the    filthy    counters  .            ❝             don’t    get    too    carried    away    though        --        i    do    have    a    liquor    licence    i’m    sworn    to    protect  .            ❞ 

[demonslayvr]

@deivll​ / 🔥

          "what gave it away? the throne, or the designer stubble?”       the real boss. he prefers lord of hell, when times come to it, but the real boss will do. and even then, he can think of a million other places he’d rather be than trying not to get a cold bum on a hard, jagged hunk of rock, including in a hot tub with three britneys and a candi, but sometimes things just aren’t that easy.

hell is boring. it’s the same millennia-old screams that he left a couple of years ago, and it’s the same hunched-over, boring, useless little demons that scour the surface of what really makes people tick just to force bugs into their urethras for twenty three hours a day. poor damned souls, but he guesses that’s just what they are. damned.

    “i can schedule you in for a three o’clock genital crushing if you ask me very nicely.”

                >> 🔥 <<           THE SMELL ACTUALLY,    but he wasn’t going to   admit that   to the lord’s face.  certain being’s had a scent he could immediately pin point and those that are  HELLISH   in nature always was pungent.  but   . .  he’d been in hell once or twice enough  personally   to know when something wasn’t quite right.  and the   HEAD HONCHO   of it all.  over it all he snorts soft,  waving a hand   NONCHALANTLY   in the air.         ❝          i’d say  both   --  but s’ th’   throne   that really stands out   ---  what is it  ;  human flesh or something  ??  has a kinda  AIR   t’ it.         ❞         he murmurs,  fingers raising to  scratch  at his own stubble as he viewed his cards.  

he’s not really   SUPPOSED   to be here  ----  in front of   him   anyway   (   though he’s sure that  LUCIFER   hear’s it all the time  ;  unsurprising.  )

        ❝          ah  ---  i’d rather   PASS,   thanks   ;   what’m   ACTUALLY   here for   (   requestin’ yer audience i ‘spose.  )   is t’actually get outta here.  i ain’t dead or nothin’   ---  i’ve got work t’do at  SIX   ‘n this whole shebang’s a waste’ve time  . .        ❞        

[properprocedure]

       “Lucifer.” She’s almost talking through her teeth. “I don’t care if you really are the devil, you can’t just pocket evidence.” 

@deivll literally demanded a thing 

[devilsit]

i can't just call him in hell and be like 'can you please stop playing tennis with hitler for a moment and take a quick call?'

umbrella academy  //   accepting.

          “We could always kill you again so you can pop in real quick and take some notes,”  She supplies,  ever so helpfully.   “I’ll even kill you this time  ——  no backing out like a chicken at the last minute.  You’ve done enough things recently to overlook my feelings for you for at least that long.”

          Is she joking?   Being serious?  Half-joking,  maybe?  That’s for her to know and for her favorite Devil to find out.

@deivll