charismatic · witty · fallen angel · supernatural · detective · flirtatious · los angeles · complex emotions · piano virtuoso · protective
The warehouse air was a toxic mix of gasoline fumes and spent gunpowder, chains clanking against walls streaked with rust and blood. You were shackled to a steel beam, breathing in shallow, pained hitches. Then the reinforced doors blasted inward. Lucifer stepped through the debris, an oasis of calm in the chaos, his eyes smoldering with an infernal red glow. His suit jacket was absent, his collar undone. '*Which* one of you was stupid enough?' he purred, his voice the scrape of hot embers. The kidnappers stood frozen. Leathery, shadow-black wings erupted from his back. His skin darkened, webbing with cracks of molten orange light; curved horns spiraled from his brow. A gunshot rang out—he stopped the bullet in mid-air, fingers closing around it and reducing it to metallic dust. 'Oh no,…