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Power and Control (p.1)

Lucifer Magne Morningstar X Reader

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Eventual Smut/NSFW (not in this part.) [Minors DNI]

Fic below the cut!

“What the hell is all that noise,” you ask, slowly coming back to consciousness. As you open your eyes, streets lined with red, both of pavement and of blood, fill your vision. People screaming in the streets around you causes your head to pound, still not entirely sure where you are. Taking in your surroundings, a deep red hue permeates through the entirety of the area.

Ah. That’s right. You died. Shit… wait, if you were dead, then by the looks of things….. awe fuck! So hell is real after all. One shitty way to figure that out, that’s for sure.

“At least I’m not burning in eternal flames..” you think to yourself. Brushing off what you can only assume to be bits of cracked pavement from your harsh landing, you stand up and take a deep breath.

Ew. Hell stinks.

As much as this sucks, you figure you might as well make the most of it. Considering you’re not bound to burn until the end of days, all in all, things could be worse. Could certainly be a lot better though. I mean, damn, you know you weren’t the greatest person out there, but hell? Come on. Surely there has to have been some mistake. You need to find someone who can give you answers, and quick. The last thing you want is to smell rotting flesh and the coppery scent of blood every time you so much as go out to get groceries until the end of time.

Looking up at the building looming over you, lights flash invitingly.

“Hazbin Hotel.”

Yeah, this is the place. A quick glance down at the flier in your hand confirms it, the address stated matching up with the location. Seems a bit dodgy, but the woman who enthusiastically handed you the paper to begin with seemed more trustworthy and friendly than anyone else you had met in this shithole the past couple of weeks. A little too enthusiastic, maybe… Oh well. You’re here now, it would be rude to turn around.

With a small push, you open the doors in front of you to reveal a uniquely decorated hotel lobby. A few people are scattered about, but all look at you expectantly. The first to speak up is the lady you met earlier. Her name was… Charlie, you believe? Her eyes light up as she notices you walking past the front entrance, and wastes no time walking up to you with a large smile plastered on her face.

“You came! I mean, I hoped you would, but I didn’t actually expect you to! You didn’t turn around after opening the front door, most people don’t bother to even walk through it, much less continue to make their way in afterwards! I’m just so excited to have a new guest, and-“ she’s cut off when she notices your wide-eyed and slightly overwhelmed expression. A few snickers from one of the guests near the bar cause her back up and calm herself down. “Sorry! Sorry… Excuse me. In case you had forgotten, I’m Charlie, Princess of Hell. Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel.” A tender smile finds its way across her face as she gives a slight bow.

Wait. Princess of Hell? That’s like… a thing? So, if she’s the princess, then…

“Can I meet your dad?” You blurt out suddenly, the only thought in your mind being on if you could talk with him and find out how you ended up here, or how to get out. Upon hearing this, Charlie’s face turns to one of bewilderment. She’s clearly not the only one shocked by your bluntness, as a loud laugh can be heard across the room where the snicker from earlier originated, followed by the sound of a fist repeatedly banging the bar table and “Who’s this chick think she is? Tha balls on that bitch! And here I thought I was tha most forward person here.” It makes you realize how utterly ridiculous you sounded.

“I- ah…” Charlie begins to come up with something to say as a response. She clears her throat. “I’m not so sure if that’s-“ She’s cut off again. But this time, by a much louder voice. One that seeped power, one that commanded everyone in the room to listen just by the sound of it.

“A chance to meet a loyal subject? And one who’s going to be staying at my daughter’s hotel to boot? I’d be crazy to not want to have a chat with this little lady!” A man in a long white tailcoat makes his way down the stairs, shiny boots clacking against the floor with every step. You try to get a good look at him, but your vision is obscured by a large white hat with a shining apple placed on it. Is that…?

The cold metal of a red apple adorned cane lightly touches the bottom of your chin, gently tilting your face upwards to look at the man in front of you.

Holy shit.

Red pupils focus themselves onto your eyes, fixated on you. You can feel a certain power about the aura eminating from him. There’s no question about it. This is, undoubtedly,

“Lucifer Magne Morningstar. At your service.”

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