#lucifer devil form

[autumn-helena]

Just gonna come clean and say find him hot, even in his full devil form

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[babygirl-pluvian]

Lucitober Day 12 Devil

Lucifer’s chest ached. In the end it was the only decision that he could have made, but that didn’t make the hurt go away. It had taken so many sessions with the Doctor to understand the human emotion that was “heartache”, but at the time he would never have admitted that he felt it. Why would the Devil have such feelings?

He looked down from his throne at the vast wasteland before him. A kingdom only fit for the Devil. The screams from the different rooms that housed tortured souls no longer brought him entertainment nor satisfaction. Lucifer stood up and unfurled his wings. Time to fly overhead to appease the demons below. Depending on how bad the pain in his chest was every day depended on which wings came from his back. Today it was the Devil Wings. Today the heartache was nearly unbearable. Today he mulled over his regrets again and again as he tortured himself yet again for leaving the Detective. 

She was an innocent in all of this. He had accidently revealed his Devil face to her the day he had killed Cain and she admitted that it had terrified her, and she had remained terrified even upon her return. Lucifer had wanted things to return to normal, had tried so hard for things to return to normal between himself and the Detective. Perhaps that was one more regret Lucifer had, as he should have known that things could never have gone back to normal once she had seen his True Face. So then he tried to distance himself from her, using Eve. It may have hurt the Detective, but at least she was at an arm’s length from the Devil himself. It’s just one more regret to add to the list. 

The screams from below echoed from the souls of the damned, but mixed in between were the sounds of cheers. The souls feared him and the demons praised him. Lucifer brought his hand up to his face (he couldn’t let his subjects see the Lord of Hell shed tears), and the skin there was red. Which could only mean his Devil form was fully manifested. Normally this would make his heart ache more, but as he flew over his sad excuse of a kingdom he thought that perhaps it would keep satisfied the demons’ need for a present and truly evil ruler.

Because Lucifer must truly be evil - truly be the Devil, Satan himself - for him to leave the Detective behind. He once hated himself for being the personification of all things evil - for all the things that humanity once said were not their fault, but were his. “The Devil made me do it.” He never made any human do anything, but maybe he was responsible for the evil in the world. 

All Lucifer knew was whenever he thought about the Detective, and leaving her behind, he wanted to tear his heart out of his chest. If he forgot his feelings for her then maybe it would make him a better Devil, a better ruler of Hell.

But Lucifer deserved the pain he felt for bringing such pain to the Detective. The Devil was in love, and it was too late for him to act on that love. 

Lucifer had finished this latest rotation around the Kingdom he never wanted and returned to his throne. He curled his wings back into himself and brought his hands in front of his face. His Devil hands. He touched his face and felt the wrinkles of his Devil Face. The form that had brought a look to the Detective that he had never wanted to put there, but in the end she had, truly, accepted Lucifer for everything he was - even the Devil. And it was this thought that made his heart burst from within and he broke down into tears. In the end she had accepted all parts of him. The Devil, Lucifer, sat on his throne in Hell, shedding tears for a Miracle Human. A human that he finally admitted he had fallen in love with, and it meant nothing as he put his face in his hands, and cried for his beloved Chloe Decker.