*/Request for mrslokiodinson\*
"So Miss (l/n), would you mind telling me why you're here?"
"Well, for a few months now, I've been... Seeing things."
"(f/n). (f/n), hey! Are you even listening to me?" The blonde man asked.
Two days. Two, freaking days it had been like this.
Every time you tried to do something or go somewhere, he was always there, tormenting you.
You didn't know how or why, but the guy would never shut up. Not when you were driving, not when you were eating, he would always keep you up past midnight and wake you up at eight a.m. sharp, with firecrackers. FIRECRACKERS. Jesus.
Who is your mystery tormentor? Well, he's blonde. He's tall, ish. Bit pudgy but you don't judge, as you aren't exactly a twig yourself.
Oh, yeah, and he calls himself Lucifer.
Honestly, you don't really mind him, though you could do without the firecrackers. The megaphone isn't your favorite thing either.
But, he does have a sense of humor. A very, very twisted sense of humor, but you're kinda the same way.
Hah, funny. You have the same sense of humor as Satan. Get a hold of yourself woman, your mother didn't raise you to laugh at the devil's jokes.
You pulled yourself out of your thoughts and turned your head to look at your clock. 1:00 a.m. You sighed and rolled over in your bed to face Lucifer, who was currently seated on the desk in the corner of the room.
"No, for your information, I am not listening. Now can you please shut up so I can get some sleep?" You snapped groggily.
"Then I won't have anyone to talk to!" Lucifer whined. God, he's like a pathetic child.
"Fine, if you want to talk, then let's talk. Here's a conversation starter, why the hell are you bothering me? Me?! Out of all people! Why?" Sitting up and folding your arms angrily.
"Because you're fun." Lucifer simply stated, flashing you one of his know-it-all grins. Damnit, why did he have to be so attractive?
You groaned. Every time you asked why he annoyed you, you got the same God damned answer. Oh look, now you're making accidental puns. God fucking damnit.
"Could you maybe give me an answer that actually made sense?!" You practically yelled. You had a problem with losing your temper quickly. Your mom always said you had a short fuse or something. Makes sense.
"Hmm, let me see, nope." Lucifer said with a shrug.
You let out a huff of annoyance and rolled back over, putting your hands over your ears.
"Seeing things? What kind of things?"
"You're not going to believe me, but, the Devil."
POP! POP! POP!
You jolted awake as the sound of tiny dynamites went off right next to your bed.
"Jesus Christ?" You yelled, jumping when the firecrackers exploded.
"Guess again." Lucifer said with a chuckle, lighting another firecracker.
You groaned and muttered a silent curse under your breath as you yanked your sheets off of yourself and swung your legs over the edge of your bed.
"Okay! Okay! You can stop now! I'm up!" You huffed.
"Just one more, for good measure." Lucifer said, throwing another lit firecracker at you.
Even though you knew it was coming, you still jumped. Explosions of any degree were not really your thing.
You stood up and stomped of to your closet as Lucifer laughed away in the corner. Maybe it would be fun to do this to someone else, but being the victim for three mornings straight got really old, really fast.
You yawned and grabbed a t-shirt and jeans, then marched over to your bathroom, feeling Lucifer's gaze burn into your back the whole way. You shivered and locked the door. How long you could put up with this, you weren't quite sure.
"The Devil? You've been seeing Satan himself?"
"I told you you wouldn't believe me. But yeah, the King of Hell has been following me around. Three months and I'm still not sure why."
After changing, you stumbled down the stairs to your kitchen. Normally you could walk just fine, but the lack of sleep must finally be taking it's toll.
"What's for breakfast today, Wheaties?" Lucifer chuckled, appearing on one of the chairs at the kitchen table.
You opened your mouth to retort, but Lucifer cut you off by saying, "No, let me guess."
You bit back a sigh and rolled your eyes, motioning for Satan to add his thoughts.
"Coffee. With a bit of alcohol. Isn't that what you've been having since your mother died?" Lucifer asked.
You stiffened, fighting to urge to punch him in the face. Well, try to punch him but end up looking like a fool as he vanishes and reappears at the other side of the room.
Instead, you choked down your rage and turned to the coffee machine, unfortunately, proving the devil right.
You waited for the coffee to brew and attempted to shut out Lucifer's nagging.
He was right. You'd been drinking coffee and liquor in the mornings ever since your mother died in a car accident six months ago.
Maybe that was why he was bothering you. Maybe he was circling his prey. Like how lions only go after the sickly and weak of the herd.
Maybe you were more pathetic than you thought.
"What exactly does he look like? Satan, I mean."
"Like a normal person. There is no way you could tell that he is any different from the people on the streets. Unless, of course, he told you."
The ding of your coffee brewer yanked you out of your thoughts.
Pouring the coffee into a mug, you grabbed a bottle of whiskey from your cabinet and poured some in.
You grabbed the mug and sat down at the table, across from Lucifer. "I was right." He said smugly. "Lucky guess." You muttered in reply.
Surprisingly, he didn't say a word as you gulped down the hot, alcohol laced coffee.
"Going to try to go to work again today?" Lucifer asked as you finished the coffee. "Because if I remember correctly, that didn't go so well yesterday."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. This time, just don't use the megaphone." You grumbled.
"Do you know why he's tormenting you?"
"That's what I've been trying to find out."
Somehow, you made it out the door and to your car. Unsurprisingly, Lucifer was already in the passenger seat.
"Let's see how many of your co-workers we can scare today." He said, smirking.
"How about no." You objected as you started the car. Now for a thirty minute car ride to the video store, which honestly wouldn't be too bad, if you were alone that is.
You managed to zone out for most of it, Lucifer's voice fading as you focused on the road in front of you.
When you finally arrived at your work place, You parked and got out of your car, watching with a sigh as Lucifer vanished, sure to reappear inside.
You trudged inside, your old leather boots sliding slightly on the polished wood floor.
You walked over to the counter and set your purse down, Lucifer reappearing beside you as promised.
Let's see how many co-workers you can scare today.
"Your case is definitely... interesting, Miss (l/n)."
Six hours, two pissed off customers, and a complete rage fit later, you're sitting in your car, driving back to your house.
Your boss had sent you home early when you took a swing at a co-worker, finally snapped from Lucifer's antagonizing.
You muttered angrily to yourself as Lucifer sat in the passenger seat of your car, an amused look on his face.
You finally make it back yo your house, and make a point to slam as many doors as possible on your way in. So maybe you act like a two year old, so what? Adults can throw temper tantrums too.
You checked your watch, and to your dismay, it was only four. You were looking forward to sleep, Though you knew you weren't going to get much.
You decided to change into some more comfortable clothes, completely ignoring Lucifer, who was rambling away about something or other.
After changing into some lounge pants and an oversized t-shirt, you sat down on your bed and sighed.
"You're zoning out again (f/n)." Lucifer said, snapping his fingers in front of your face.
You huffed and crossed your arms, glaring up at your unwelcome guest. "I've gotten a maximum of four hours of sleep in the last three days. Could you leave me alone for thirty minutes so I can take a nap?" You asked angrily.
"Fine." Lucifer said, rolling his eyes. He vanished and you fell back onto your bed with a yawn. These have almost literally been three days of Hell.
You curl up, closing your eyes in an attempt to catch some much needed sleep.
"So, is there anything you can do for me?"
"I am a psychiatrist Miss (l/n), but I'm afraid you're going to have to see an expert."