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[vyrulent]

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Chloe James -- that was her undercover name. She'd worked her way up for months. She'd been deep undercover. It had been cases like these that had ruined her marriage, that had brought divorce on far faster than anyone had bet on. But she had been determined. Bringing down this crime syndicate could really make her career. She'd be a star. She'd be on the faster fast track to making brass.

Stomach twisted. Warmth radiated through her. Guts felt as if they were knotted as she watched as the man that had been behind it all walk in. No -- it wasn't just a walk. It was something only a man in the position that Lucifer Morningstar could do. He owned the room. He very much owned them all... or he thought that he did.

Greetings were given where she stood behind, silent as an obedient child until she was called forward for introductions.

"This is the girl I've been telling you about," "Father" Frank admitted, a clap was given to Chloe's shoulder as she stepped forward. She smiled. She was the definition of bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to impress the true boss of it all.

"The girl has a name," Chloe corrected, a teasing smile thrown towards Frank before eyes dared to look back to Lucifer. "I'm Chloe."

[stilesstylelinski]

@imthedevil666    Coming to LA hadn’t exactly been his plan, in the beginning. When he finished up at the academy, and had some free time--for the first time in ages, he thought he might visit some places he’d never been before, but after overhearing some crazy stories between Agent McCall and another senior, Stiles thought that maybe a new town full of crazy was just what the doctor ordered. At least, it couldn’t be any crazier than Beacon Hills, could it? He’d happened upon the crime scene on accident, on his way to a nearby coffee shop that he was following the directions to on his phone--but the yellow tape caught his interest. He edged his way around the scene, not an active agent--no clearance what so ever, and began to analyse from his spot behind the tape, hyper-focused on looking for any details that might get over-looked by people standing too close to the scene. Stiles was a big fan of stepping back to see the whole picture.  For a brief moment, Stiles almost thought he saw Agent McCall at the scene, but on closer inspection, it was just some other guy in a black suit--only his was a lot fancier than anything Scott’s dad could afford.

[honorarystripes]

@thereallucifer666​

“You save me? Usually it’s someone else. I haven’t seen you save me yet unless you are a puppet master. I’m not thanking you. “

[lightsandlust]

Sold

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Everyone had abandoned him.  Either in death, or too busy for him with other things.  He was alone.  Stiles hated it.  And he had fled Beacon Hills and his father’s debt to move to Los Angeles, where he was working as a sex worker.

Or he would be, if someone would buy him for the night.

Stiles sighed before looking at a car that was pulling up.  He made his way over to the window and smiled.

“Care to spend the night?”

[xnxthinglastsfxrever]

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“What the HELL brings you here?”

[legends-and-savages]

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Gadreel barely resisted the urge to growl at his older brother. "Who died and made you the boss of me?" He asked. "Last I checked brother I have the badge here not you." He had taken up working for the LAPD, but that still didn't stop Lucifer from trying to get his way.

[fortitudina]

          “ Lucifer   ---   I’m your little sister by two minutes, let’s not dwell on that one...  ”      NO, RAMIEL WOULD RATHER DWELL on the state that her twin’s wing was currently in. More specifically, she questioned why it was not healing. Granted, she knew about his vulnerability when it came to the Detective but as far as she was aware, Chloe was no where in sight. What she did have to question, was what had happened for him to end up in such a state   ~   He could not bluff and tell her that he was not in pain either, she could feel when he was; perk of being both his twin and an empath.   “   Sammy... Let me fix your wing for you... please?   ”

   It was rare that she called him by his old name these days, but she did so mainly when concerned about him. Ramiel had come to Earth to join him when she knew he was in Los Angeles. She missed having her twin close by and she was not about to watch him wander about hurt when she could help heal him. 

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