Sneak peak at ‘Bullet With Butterfly Wings”
Lucifer x Reader smut (preview is clean)
“The little mouse emerges once the bird of prey has gone, only to find that serpent still beside her” the faceless voice said mockingly, leaning forward to the bars so you could see the silhouette of his face.
You eyed him, trying to make out any of his features, though little was discernible.
“If you knew I was here, why didn’t you tell Crowley?” you asked, taking a small step towards him as you glanced back at the door.
“Now, why would I want to do that?” he replied, infuriatingly answering your question with another question. Though you couldn’t see his face, you got the impression that he was mocking you as you could almost hear the grin in his words.
Feeling aggravated, your snark slipped into your words before you could reign it in, “Boy, you must have done something really bad to earn a personal cage in Hell.” You cocked your head, fixing him with a glare as you kept your distance, while still trying to make out his figure. Something shimmered and danced behind him, presumably a spell of some kind. This guy was clearly bad news but your feet still slipped closer toward him.
“Watch your tone” he bit back. Even behind bars the threat in his voice was heavy and the words shook you.
The air around him seemed cluttered, it wasn’t a spell or like anything you’d seen before, it was more like a translucent mass hung around him. Your brows furrowed as you got closer still, trying to squint your eyes and tilt your head, thinking maybe you would see what it was from a different angle. The chain around his neck jangled as he shifted and you froze in place. You were still at least ten feet from the cage, leery about getting any closer. You had no idea who or what you were dealing with, and you were no hunter. Typically you stuck to research while leaving the dirty work to the Winchesters.
“You mentioned Sam and Dean,” you recalled, having thought of the boys reminding you to his comment. The dim lighting was beginning to frustrate you as you paced back and forth like a caged tiger, growing desperate to figure out what was around him. Your curiosity had always been your weakness, which was perhaps how you ended up in Hell in the first place.
“What a flaw in design that you apes are such curious little things. Needing answers to questions that have no real relevance…” he trailed off, watching you as you studied him. There was a deep seeded anger buried in his voice and you couldn’t help but wonder who wronged him so severely to have caused it.
“Would you hurt me if I came closer?” you posed, stopping your pacing to turn and face him, noting that the space between had dwindled to less than 3 feet, though you didn’t recall consciously doing so.
“Would you trust my answer if I gave you one?” he replied, tilting his head like he spoke to a child, and though he was still seated, leaning towards the bars of his cage, you still felt small before him.
Rolling his question over in your mind, you felt yourself drawn to trust him, though you had no logical reason to. Regardless, you were skeptical, and trust was a foolish game to play.
“Not if you told me you wouldn't” you replied, almost embarrassed by your answer. The feeling in your gut compelled you to speak the truth, though your brain pleaded with you to not be so rash.
“If I were able, you would have been dead long before you even realized I was here” he said coolly, though you got the impression he was more trying to scare you than being truthful.
“But you’re not able” you reckoned, not so much as a question as a statement of fact, looking at him a little more closely and seeing just how bound he was in the tiny cage.