2| CHAPTER TWO
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│Tʜɪʀᴅ Pᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴾᴼⱽ│
THE feeling of water droplets on his head down to his shoulders was quite bothersome; hence, he wanted to be presentable for his beloved.
Time passed, and he had accepted the encroaching raindrops, though merely because the intruding thoughts had taken over his head.
Would Lucifer take pity on me if he sees how missable and desperate I look?
Outis does, however, ponder how pitiful and desperate he'd have to appear in order to persuade the avatar of pride to have pity on him. His darling has always been quite an arrogant one, but that just adds to his numerous charms.
His face developed an ominous hue and an evil smile that betrayed all innocence as he began seeking amusement in his thoughts.
The only thing that hadn't changed from those thoughts was the excessive calling of his beloved Lucifer's name, which repeated over and over in his desperate mind.
Light yet urgent foot steps clicked on the concrete, ruffling his damp jacket's material. Sounds that came into his ears while he kept his guard up no matter what. However, it was all masked by the sound of his pumping heart of excitement.
He couldn't stop the crazy ideas from running through his mind; he couldn't wait any longer to meet his treasured one.
The one who made him long for his touch.
The one who showed him that he, too, could appear miserable.
The one who can take advantage of him.
The one who is capable of breaking him with mere words.
The one who can stab him and guarantee that he'll gladly accept it.
the one who possesses the capacity to control him, just as if his arms were on strings and were being controlled by a skilled conductor, just like a marionette.
The one with the power to bind him to the dirty ground, where his body will shiver in shame and his ears will be overwhelmed with the noisy, bustling crowd staring at him.
The one who can ravishingly touch his entire physique and soul.
As the list progresses, his breathing becomes more rapid and heavy, his eyes clouded with lust as his amorous thoughts take over. Onlooker demons noticed his breathing pattern and assumed he had just completed a mile run.
"Lucifer.."
"Y̵͕̫̏̂̈̽͌ö̵̺̮́́̀̀͋̇͂̂̓͒ͅù̵̬̞̣̤͎̟̠͎̉͛̀͆͒̓͘͜͝ř̴̨͈͖͙̦͗̽̾ ̸̛̬̉̀̒̇̑̌̍̑̚t̴̰̫̟̦͚͋̔ǒ̶͔͇͉̈u̴̢̖͕̹̫̼͌͋̆̆͒̕c̷̟̩̖̓̾͋̔̀̾͒̈́͠h̷̨̻͔̔̔̀́̀̄ ̸̨̖͇͈̑̆i̶̧͛͌͌s̶̗̤͙̤͇̑̈́̒͘͜͝ ̸̤͕̉̑̂̔͌̍t̶̛̛̪̣̊͐̽̓͘ŗ̷̧͉̺̭̞̜͚͍̝̏̌̑̉͐ŭ̷̢͇̠͉͈͈̝̍͐̕l̴̹̲͔̿̾̃͛̋͗̆͠ỳ̴̼̾̕ ̶̣̰̳̤̓͑͋̇͘͝ͅf̷̡̟͍̪̭̠̺̓̎͐̋̈́̆̂̕͝u̷̧̳̗̤͗̎ļ̸̛̙͇̏̌̒͐̈́̇͠f̶̭̥̜̼̠̜͉͕͛́̓͋͘͝i̶̢̡͎̗̦͚͔͂̐̒̈̏͂̂͊̚̚ͅl̷̫̿̓̃̐̿̾͂̚͝ḻ̴̻͎̔̐́̕i̸͖̞̤̬̯̩̗̘̾̀̀̃͌̉̈́͒̎n̷̡̻̣̲͛̍̾̌̅͊̈̈́͝͝g̵̡͇̹̼̙̼̦̙͊̅͛̽̕͘͘"
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│Sᴀᴛᴀɴ ᴾᴼⱽ│
Idiots that are careless are certainly a hassle. Mammon simply does not know when to stop: "It's just a book!" Pfft! Yes, just a book. Stupid Mammon! It was a limited-edition detective series from the human world; the author had only manufactured 10 copies of that particular book. Gone in an instant... It makes me want to laugh.
Mammon took my belongings and left for the auction place. He'd given it to an auction house dealer, prompting a transaction in which he'd earn 65% of the grimm and the other guy would get the remainder. He had done so in order to get it out before I found out.
Which clearly didn't work out, hence why I found out. The idiot was blabbering about it over the phone like an idiot; I should be glad he's an idiot; if he weren't, I would've never found out.
I drew my coat and cap closer to my body and made my way towards the entrance, eager to find my prized possession. I'll utilise this opportunity to learn what it's like to be a detective and look for clues along the way-
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Wha- what is this?! Why am I detecting blood lust all of a sudden- who?!
My airway was instantly choked off, and my eyes shot in the direction the source was coming from: the quantity of bloodlust seeping under the entry door was something I'd never seen before.
Trembling to my knees as my possessions slip from my hands, I instinctively lift them to my neck for relief, though just asI was ready to pass out, the blood thirst vanishes as if it never existed...what?
My eyes turned horrible crimson, demonstrating my rage towards the source of this.
How... how dare they?!
A threat?
Bringing one of Devildom's most powerful demons to their knees?!
Unforgivable!!
Thousands of vengeance strategies raced through my mind as I stood up and marched directly to the door, vowing not to hold back on anyone who dared to treat me as such-
Heavy footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs to the main entrance, as well as in the hallway.
"Ya gotta tell me I'm not the only one who felt like I was bein' suffocated by a fish!"
Stupid Mammon.
The door blasted open just as I was going to say anything.
"Beloved, I've returned."