#touchedbyadevil

[altarsburning]

@touchedbyadevil 

she can’t believe this is what he’s been wasting his time on — a club for lecherous humans who have way too much money to spend — she also can’t believe she didn’t think of it first. it’s daytime, but you wouldn’t know it by how utterly dark it is in here. perched elegantly on a stool by the bar, she turns her wrist over to check the delicate silver watch on her wrist, tongue touching to a canine. where was he?

she glanced up at the sound of shoes on the floor — but it wasn’t lucifer, unless he was inhabiting the body of a five foot six blonde woman. since it was just lilith and the bartender, she assumed the woman was looking for lucifer.

‘ he’s not here. you don’t happen to know where he might be, do you? ‘

[gavrele-a]

            ❝  WITHOUT GETTING INTO THE NITTY GRITTY DETAILS... you could call this a family matter.  ❞  tracking down his brother had been easy, catching up with Lucifer, that was an entirely different matter. Gabriel hadn’t found his brother at the night club he, apparently, owned  ( and THAT was something he’d have to look into, later )  and the bartender hadn’t exactly been helpful, so the youngest Archangel had sought out anyone who might know where he was --- which had led him to the detective.  ❝  i’m Lucifer’s little brother, Gabriel.  ❞

@touchedbyadevil      -      starter call.

[aerynxsun-a]

she sat quietly at the table, hands folded neatly on the surface. it was far from the first time she’d found herself in an interrogation room, steeling herself for whatever questions were about to come her way. but she wasn’t nervous. she was very good at her job. it had been -- mostly -- clean work this time. and years of training had made her a difficult cipher to crack. 

when the door opened and the detective stepped inside, aeryn raised an expectant eyebrow at her.    “  detective,  ”    she said coolly.    “  how long do you think we’ll be here? i’ve rather a busy afternoon...  ”   //   @touchedbyadevil ♥︎’d

[innominelucifer]

“ Handcuffs are a bit much, don’t you think? ”

Slipping out of the restrictive metal cuffs wasn’t a problem for him. In truth, they did little to restrain him. Yet, he reveled in the dramatics of an arrest even if it was his. Given time, and the appropriate evidence he was certain that the Detective would see him out of this. Until then, what’s the harm in playing along?

“ If this is the setup for an intimate evening, I’m quite interested. ”

@touchedbyadevil hit the  ♥

[methodcop]

“  hey! i’ve got more than one tie.  ”    it’s not technically a lie. to prove it, he reaches up to the top shelf in his closet, retrieving two slightly wrinkled pieces of fabric. it’s been awhile since they’ve gotten any use. and months under cover hasn’t exactly left a lot of time for dry cleaning.    “  what’s wrong with that one?  ”    he says, gesturing to the tie he’d already laid out on the bed before she arrived.    “  besides, aren’t you supposed to be helping? so far all i’m getting is a whole lotta negative...  ”

she’s enjoying this, he can tell. well, at least one of them is getting a kick out of it...    “  tell me why we’re doing this again? team bonding? i’ve been out on the street with most of these guys. you and me have seen a lot -- what more bonding do we need?  ”    he says irritably. there are about a thousand better things he could be doing right now -- even if this is an excuse to see decker looking even batter than usual...

grabbing his suit jacket off the hanger, he quirks an eyebrow at her.    “  we could still get out of this, y’know. i’ll pretend... my truck’s broken down or something and we can go get a drink instead -- i might even whip out a novelty tie if you’re nice to me,  ”    he adds with a mischievous smirk.   //  @touchedbyadevil continued from ( x ) 

[honestcolburn]

it was her own fault, really. she should have known better. she did know better! but when chloe had sashayed in one night, brandishing two first class tickets to los angeles, june’s better judgement had flown out the window. of course it would all be a disaster. of course they would wind up under arrest. although... if she was being honest, before those albanian mafia guys had crashed the party, it had been pretty fun... no! she would not get carried away again. be polite, be helpful!

“  detective -- i understand you’re just doing your job, but i swear my friend and i had nothing to do with this!  ”    it wasn’t until the words were out of her mouth that she realized shouldn’t quite be sure about her roommate... but she pushed on anyway.    “  this has all been a crazy, crazy misunderstanding...  ”   //    @touchedbyadevil ♥︎’d

[miraclebyproduct]

’ I knew there was something dubious going on here. ’

               @touchedbyadevil / meme.

                one, two, three... and there goes the lower lip. wide, glossy eyes look up at her mother, a low whine making its way up trixie’s throat. with the mess that’s spread from one end of the kitchen to the other, she knows there’s no pretending that’s going to get them out of this. they’ve been caught red handed. but hopefully she can control the damage.   “we were just trying to make you dinner!”   well. that’s what it had started as. trixie had dragged maze into the kitchen as part of a deal, and everything had been fine. really.  but at some point the demon had gotten overzealous at cutting up the chicken and then.. flour had exploded. it had only devolved from there, and dinner had been abandoned in favor of the giggling mess that had been left behind. it was going to be a right pain to get out of all the little nooks and crannys.   “but...”   she worries her lower lip between teeth, shifting from one flour covered foot to another.   “maze accidentally stabbed the flour, and it got on my face, and so i put some on her...”   really, it amazed trixie sometimes that they didn’t get in more trouble than they did. but, thankfully, they were usually far better at hiding their adventures.

[miraclebyproduct]

’ I can’t help but notice you seem a little at war with yourself here. ’

               @touchedbyadevil / meme.

               she jumps, not having heard her mother walk in. there's a quick shuffle to exit out of the text message she had been staring at, before she puts her phone aside and brings the coloring book back in front of her. how late was it? had olga gone home? trixie blinks up at chloe, offering a smile that was slow coming.   "hi, mommy!"   a little late, but it was something. in the next moment she had crawled to the edge of her bed, arms going up for a hug.   "when did you get home?"   a pause, taking in the exhausted look on her mother's face, eyes flickering briefly over her shoulder; half expecting lucifer or someone else to be lingering in the doorway.   "did you catch the bad guy?"