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Sinnerman

Summary: After Sir Pentious's failed attempt at spying on the hotel, the Vees approach you to make a new deal—a deal that you can't refuse. Help them take down Alastor, and you will get to kill him again.

After all, the great butcher of New Orleans had killed your brother, so it was only fair that you had killed him in return. And you would love to do it again.

Tags: Alastor x f!reader, slow burn, obsessive behaviour, enemies to lovers, spying, murder

PART 1. | AO3 | PART 2.

Chapter 1. The Deal

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Hell was not just a place where souls who had done horrific things with pleasure went, but also with people who had done appalling things out of necessity. Murderers, thieves, abusers and, growing more in numbers every year, politicians - hell was not a place for the weak-minded, but sometimes a human could be pushed into such acts, not because they themselves were more inclined to such behaviour, but because circumstance could turn anyone into a bloodthirsty killer.

You were one of those people.

Condemned to Hell for an eternity for a crime that you still believed to be justifiable. After all, the great butcher of New Orleans killed your brother, so it was only fair that you killed him in return.

"I told you it was a bad idea to pick that idiot to spy on the hotel. Did you honestly think it would work?" said Velvet without looking up from her phone. She was typing something with rapid-fire as she blew a bubble with her pink gum. It made a big popping sound that seemed to echo in the living room, making Vox clench his fist so as not to destroy the desk again. They had just replaced the last desk after he had dug his claws into it and left deep and long marks in the wood, and he did not feel like getting yelled at again for ruining the decor.

Vox counted to ten slowly backwards before he turned around from the monitors to look at the short woman. She was sitting curled up on the sofa before him, dressed in luxurious loungewear with hearts all over it. Valentino was sitting stretched out right beside her, his arm casually on the backrest. He was on his phone as well and did not look up when Vox came closer, but Vox could see that he was also irritated by Velvet's comment from the slight twitching of his right eye.

"Well, Velvet, my dear," Vox said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I don't remember you having a better idea, but please, if you do, share it with the group."

Vox stopped walking as he reached the sofa, hands behind his back, and leaned down in front of the female sinner to force her to look at him. He had never been good with others ignoring him, and Velvet was taking her sweet time finishing her text before she even looked up from her phone. When she met his eyes, electricity was firing between his antennas, filling the air with static noise.

She just sighed before she picked up her phone again and started typing.

"You picked an idiot; that's why your plan didn't work. Little Miss Sunshine will believe anyone; just pick a smarter spy next time," said Velvet in her heavy British accent, popping another bubble with her gum. Vox's irritation grew with every word she uttered, and for a moment, he entertained the thought of grabbing her phone and throwing it out the window.

"And who do you suggest we'll ask?"

It took Velvet a few more seconds of searching before she found a decent photo, and then she turned her phone and showed Vox who she had in mind. The photo was old and blurry, with its subject in the distance, but it was still possible to distinguish who was in the picture. Vox turned his piercing gaze from Velvet down to her phone and quickly stepped back.

"You can't be serious!"

"Who?" said Valentino, now interested, as Vox started to pace the room. Velvet turned her phone towards the moth demon, and he reared back in alarm. "Are you out of your fucking mind? Do you even know how expensive she is?"

"So what? If you want the job done well, then pay a fucking professional," stated Velvet as if it was apparent.

"Professional? She runs a PR firm! Glorified party whores. Why the fuck should she be the spy?" cried Valentino, throwing his arms in the air. The gesture would have made anyone in his studio flinch, waiting for an impact, but Velvet sat rooted in her seat. She was used to the man's physical displays of anger by now but never feared them since he would never dare lay a hand on her. She lifted one of her eyebrows and continued with her argument:

"Didn't you see the fucking joke of an interview the princess did on the news? The hotel has a serious marketing problem. Everyone thinks it's a joke! What if the princess had someone to help her with the marketing and networking? Someone she would trust wholeheartedly, and that person worked secretly for us? It would be the best fucking spy! Not a guest but a staff member who could manipulate everything from the inside. We would know everything. A staff member would also be with the princess all the time and could keep an eye out for Alastor to make sure that no deal is made!"

Valentino groaned loudly before throwing his phone on the coffee table. He knew that Velvet's argument was good; he just did not like how expensive it would become if they went with it. There was a reason only the top of the elite of hell hired this PR firm, and it wasn't just for the public relations part. Rumours were travelling around the underground networks that you also dealt with some shady businesses, but who weren’t in this town?

"Can't we just kill them ourselves? I still want to shoot someone," mumbled Valentino, knowing none of his partners would accept the idea.

"And what? Piss of Lucifer for attacking his daughter? We could just piss on our own graves instead! If we pay her, we know she will get the job done; after all, you've heard the rumours, right?"

"What rumours?" snarled Valentino, sinking deeper into the sofa. His night was now officially ruined.

"No one hates Alastor more than she does."

"Well, that's not new! Half the city hates the old-timey prick." Vox, who had been pacing back and forth deep in his thoughts, abruptly stopped and turned around to look at Velvet. He also highly doubted anyone could hate the radio demon more than he did, but that was beside the point.

"So, let's use that to our advantage," said Velvet, growing more frustrated by the minute, "She is bound to at least be interested in the job if we can convince her to take down Alastor with us."

It wasn't a dumb idea, which annoyed Vox the most. However, his desire to take down Alastor outweighed any concerns for costs. He was prepared to cut his own leg off with a rusty saw if it meant he could take down the demon that plagued his very existence.

Vox sighed and crossed his arms in front of him, effectively giving up on arguing against Velvet.

"Okay, how do we contact her?"

On the opposite side of the entertainment district, where the Vees residence was located, was a small part of the pride ring where the older architecture still stood. The sinners who lived there were usually the ones who had stayed in hell the longest, many of whom had lived during the 18th and 19th centuries. There were fewer flashing lights and billboards in this part of town, but that did not mean that the sinners who lived there were anti-technology—for the most part.

That was why you liked living in this part of Pride, being from the early 20th century yourself. There were no loud noises, and during the night, you would, on more occasions than not, get a good night's sleep. Compared to the entertainment district, where no one seemed to sleep ever.

Your PR firm was located on the top floor of an old Gothic Revival building in the centre of this district. With its intricate stone details and towering spires, the building could feel almost cluttered and overwhelming on the outside. However, the rooms were spacious and elegant, with large stained-glass windows that cast colourful lights throughout the building.

You loved your office building and its moody exterior and interior. It made you feel like a character in one of the gothic novels that you had only learned to appreciate after your death. You could also argue that the whole thing had been influenced by the fact that when you had died and woken up in hell, your soul had taken the form of a bat. Reminding you of the book Dracula that your mother had loved so much, but that was irrelevant.

Walking around dusty old stone buildings, surrounding yourself with heavy wooden furniture and thick dark fabrics worked much better with the wings, big pointy ears, claws, and razor-sharp teeth you had now.

You had tried in the beginning to surround yourself with things that reminded you of the time you had been alive, but as time ticked on and the years went by, you could not help but leave most of the 20s and 30s behind and welcome the new ages, and all their inventions and quirks, with somewhat open arms. Your youngest assistant, a young sinner named Claudine, who died at the age of 25 in 2015, talked a lot about how similar social media in hell was to when she was alive, but considering the things she liked to show you, social media was one of the inventions you did not have any interests in. Your people could handle it for you instead, and if the three overlords that had strolled into your office like they owned the building were running the biggest tech and social media company in pride, you would happily leave that responsibility to Claudine.

Vox, Velvet, and Valentino were indeed a sight to behold. A poor sight for you. Their fashion and colourful clothing clashed horribly with your moss-green couch.

It was always a satisfying experience to observe new customers arrive at your office. However, this time, you could not help but wish they would just leave.

You put down the silver tray you held, with all the teacups and the teapot, on your mahogany coffee table and sat in the armchair on the opposite side of the sofa. Slowly, you started to pour the tea from the pot into the small and thin teacups before handing the first to Velvet.

"Suger?" you asked, opening the lid to the sugar bowl.

"Yes, please," she said, putting two sugar cubes in her tea. The smaller sinner grabbed one of the tiny spoons before she started to stir her tea, making the spoon hit the side of the teacup. The clinking sound seemed to bounce around the room endlessly. She may not have the most refined manners, according to you, but you suspected that she was the one who had wanted to see you in the first place since she was the one who was behaving the best.

"I must say, I was quite surprised when my assistant said that the Vees were waiting in my office." You took one sip of your tea that had one sugar cube and a dash of milk in it. "It is not often that I get these types of unplanned visits unless someone is in dire need of their reputation being saved, and last time I checked, you three had your own PR team."

"We are here because we are interested in your more niche skill sets."

Now, that was far more interesting. You had a sense that the Vees were not here for what your company offered on the outside but more for what you could provide that was strictly off the records.

You looked over at Vox, who had spoken. Waiting for him to continue.

It did not take the sinner long to tell you their plan and why they had decided to contact you specifically. Hell was filled with sinners and demons who said they specialised in espionage or assassinations, and although they could get the job done, more often than not, these "professionals" would leave long traces of evidence behind, which didn't matter in the end since hell did not have any justice system to speak of, but if you wanted to be undetected, it wasn't the best solution. However, you took your job seriously and worked with the utmost discretion, which led to you now holding almost the same amount of power as any overlord in pride. The big difference between you and the other overlords was that your capabilities were mostly unknown, and that's how you wanted it. It made it easier for you to work in the shadows. To hunt and kill without anyone knowing they were being hunted.

Only two overlords, Carmilla Carmine and Zestial, knew of your strengths and often hired you to deal with others they did not have time for or wanted to make time for. Yet, if the Vees knew about this side of your work, that meant the information about your skill sets was being spread around a bit more frequently than you wanted it. But that didn't worry you too much since you could always have Claudine and Earl fix it in just a few days.

"That is not a small task you have asked of me. To take down another demon is one thing, but to take down an overlord? Who also works for the princess? Now, why would I ever do that?"

"We're not asking you to take down the princess. Only Alastor," said Velvet, putting a hand on Vox's arm. The man had started leaning forward unconsciously, his fists closing up with every second.

Alastor. There was no man on earth or in hell that you hated more, and you would gladly watch him bleed to death, forgotten and alone in the forest again. After all, he had killed your brother, so it was only fair that you had killed him in return. But things had changed. He now possessed a form of power that you had never seen in another sinner in all your years in hell, and it made you pause. You knew that as soon as he found out what you had done, he would avenge his death, and you were not sure that you would survive that. So you stayed in the shadows, bidding your time.

"Either way, we are not asking you to take him down alone. We want you to ensure no deal is struck between that radio freak and the princess. Find his weaknesses and help us take him down." Vox had the sort of manic look about him that you only saw in souls who were consumed by their obsessions, making him unreliable and reckless. But a deal like this did not come to you often, the type of deal that made you believe that you could kill Alastor again, and you never looked a gift horse in the mouth.

"Very well, I will help you, but it will cost you. Five hundred souls."

"Dea-"

You did not let Vox finish before saying, "Each."

"Each? Bitch, are you out of your mind?" roared Valentino, who had been quiet up till now. Even if the other Vees did not start shouting like the moth daemon, they were equally shocked and angered by your demand.

"My prices have always been high. Take it or leave it." You looked over at Vox, staring him down. You knew he would be the first to crack and agree to your demands. Velvet may have been the driving force that had led the Vees to your office, but she was still too rational and would start to bargain with you. Vox would sooner or later let his obsession win, making him agree to your deal.

"Do we have a deal?" You reached out your hand to Vox, trying to corner him and push him into a contract with you.

Before Velvet or Valentino had the chance to stop him, Vox shot forward and took your hand, and as he uttered the words that would sign their contract, an eerie green light filled the room. Cracks travelled up the walls all around you as the howling of hunting dogs travelled with the wind that started to blow in the office. Large shadows of the hunting dogs began to grow on the walls, their red eyes fixing the Vees in their places and right as the dogs would pause and devour the sinners on your sofa, the green light dissolved, and all that was left was the four of you in your office.

"Always a pleasure doing business with new customers," you chuckled, letting your sinister smile dance on your lips.

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anonymousewrites · 1 year

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 3) Chapter Six

Father Figure! Lucifer x Reader

Chapter Six: That's Exactly the Type of Shenanigans You Like

Summary: (Y/N) realized Lieutenant Pierce is more suspicious than he seems.

“Lucifer, what’s happening?” asked (Y/N) as Lucifer guided them into the LAPD office, looking strangely on edge.

“I need you to stay here,” said Lucifer. He sat them down at Chloe’s desk and put his hands on their shoulders. “The Sinnerman…we caught him.”

“That’s supposed to be good, isn’t it?” questioned (Y/N). “So what happened?”

“First, he, uh, gauged out his eyes so I couldn’t use my abilities on him,” said Lucifer.

“First?” (Y/N) wrinkled their nose. “There’s more?”

“Unfortunately,” muttered Lucifer. “There’s a girl. Another victim. She’s…She’s being drowned. She’s still alive, and we need to find her.” His hand went to (Y/N)’s cheek, softly, fatherly. “He’s working with someone on the outside. I—I can’t risk you getting hurt, so please, please listen to me this once and stay here. I have Emeranne and Mazikeen watching outside, so you’ll be safe, but please, don’t try anything this time. I want-no, need you to be safe, alright?”

(Y/N) blinked. “Yeah, I, uh, yeah. I’ll stay here.”

“Alright.” Lucifer breathed a sigh of relief. “Good, good. I promise, I’ll be right back. I just need to make sure we take care of this girl. We have a clue to where she is.” Then I’ll take care of the Sinnerman. With a final comforting squeeze to their shoulder, Lucifer stood and left.

(Y/N) leaned back at Chloe’s desk. Alright, so what am I supposed to do now?

“Why are you at my mom’s desk?” asked a young voice.

(Y/N) glanced to the side and saw a young girl. “Lucifer told me to stay put. You’re Detective Decker’s kid?”

“I’m Trixie,” she said. “Are you the kid Lucifer took in? Mom’s mentioned you.”

“Yeah, I’m (Y/N),” they said. “What does Detective Decker say about me?”

“Usually I hear her talking with Maze about how she worries that Lucifer is a maniac that probably isn’t a good influence,” said Trixie. She smiled. “I think Lucifer is cool.”

(Y/N) considered. “He is, but she’s not…wrong.”

Trixie grinned. “Really? Have you learned how to gamble and…do deals like my mom says Lucifer does?”

“I’m good at knowing when I’ll win a bet,” said (Y/N), shrugging.

“Really? Make a bet with me,” said Trixie.

(Y/N) smiled. This kid was fun; they could get along. “Okay, sure. How much is your allowance?”

“Five dollars,” said Trixie.

“Fine, I’ll bet you five dollars, then,” said (Y/N).

“For what?” asked Trixie.

“For knowing your mom is going to solve the case she’s on,” said (Y/N).

“That’s not fair! Of course she will,” said Trixie.

(Y/N) shrugged. “Hey, I warned you I know when I’ll win a bet.”

Trixie grinned. “Okay, okay. I guess that was smart of you.”

“Thanks,” said (Y/N). They leaned forward. “How about this—I won’t ask for your money since that was a trick, but you have to give me some gossip. You spend some time around the office, don’t you?”

“I do,” said Trixie with a mischievous grin.

“Alright, whaddya have?” asked (Y/N) conspiratorially.

“My dad likes this lawyer lady,” said Trixie eagerly. “I’m going to go talk to her later to help my dad.”

“Nice,” said (Y/N). Even though it is weird to know Espinosa knew Charlotte when she was…Missy. “Anything else?”

“My mom doesn’t like the new lieutenant,” said Trixie. “Or, well, I think she does but isn’t sure yet. He seems uppity, so I dunno. I like Lucifer more.”

“Because of Maze, I’m guessing,” said (Y/N).

“Yeah,” said Trixie, shrugging. “I like her being my mom’s roommate. She teaches me how to use knives and takes me trick-or-treating.”

“She taught me a little, too,” said (Y/N). “She’s good.”

“What about Lucifer?” asked Trixie.

“What do you mean?” asked (Y/N).

“What does Lucifer think of the new lieutenant?”

(Y/N) considered. “I don’t think he’s the biggest fan.” They shrugged. “Neither am I.”

“Me, too,” said Trixie. “I don’t like his tattoo. Doesn’t look like anything, just a circle. I would have at least done a smiley face.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Who knows, maybe it has some meaning.”

“Maybe,” said Trixie. She glanced at the clock. “Oh! I think Miss Richards is getting in now. Bye, gotta go help my dad have some luck with women. She’s cool.” Trixie waved before leaving.

(Y/N) raised their hand in a short wave. They looked down at the desk before them. Would it be rude to go through the case file? Yes. Is it illegal? Yes. Am I still going to do it? Yes.

They flipped open the Sinnerman case filed and flipped through the profile. So this is the guy? Way less impressive than I imagined since Lucifer thought he had some divine magic.

(Y/N) pulled out some of the photos and looked at them. They frowned when they came across a childhood picture. Looks like a normal kid. They considered. Well, I guess I thought all murderers were sort of weird since my uncle always was.

(Y/N) furrowed their brow as they noticed a mark on the arm of the man hugging the young Sinnerman. The face was out of frame, but the circular mark on his bicep was clear as day.

It can’t be Pierce, he’s too young to be that age back then, right? They frowned. And this has to be a coincidence?

Getting up, they snuck into Pierce’s office. Luckily, everyone was busy coordinating with the Sinnerman issues to pay them any attention.

Photos, photos, photos, thought (Y/N), pulling out files from Pierce’s desk. Interesting, he was in Chicago at the same time the Sinnerman was, according to the file dates. Finally, (Y/N) arrived at a photograph of Pierce in a t-shirt. The mark on his arm was identical to that of the man holding the Sinnerman all those years ago.

It’s like no time has passed. It’s like he’s immortal. (Y/N)’s eyes widened. Divine shit. Fits with what Lucifer thought, even if the Sinnerman doesn’t have the power to give me abilities or wings. It makes sense.

(Y/N) fumbled for their phone and called Lucifer. He didn’t pick up, and they cursed, calling again. Pick up, pick up, pick up!

Finally, Lucifer took the call. “(Y/N). It’s over. The Sinnerman…we had a disagreement. Lieutenant Pierce had to shoot him. The girl is safe, but we don’t have our answers, and it’s strange, because he wanted to die, but why would the Sinner—”

“Lucifer!” interrupted (Y/N), knowing he could go on forever. “He’s not the Sinnerman.”

“What?” asked Lucifer.

“I was…sneaking around the LAPD office—”

“Good job,” said Lucifer, proud of their cleverness.

“—and I found that Pierce has the same mark on his arm that a man in a photo with a ten-year-old supposed-Sinnerman does,” said (Y/N). “And the man seems to be the same age as Pierce is now, but it can’t be difference. It’s exactly the same.”

“…A mark?” asked Lucifer as the pieces came together.

“Yeah, a mark. Sort of a circle, looks like a scar more than a tattoo in my opinion,” said (Y/N).

“(Y/N), I want you to go back to Lux right now. I want you out of the LAPD office,” said Lucifer. “Grab the pictures and go. I’ll deal with this when we get back, but stay there until I’m with you.” He hung up.

(Y/N) blinked. “I have a feeling some shenanigans are about to happen.”

“Alright, Lucifer, what’s going on?” questioned (Y/N), arms crossed, when Lucifer walked into Lux.

“Do you have the pictures?” asked Lucifer.

“Obviously,” said (Y/N), handing them over. “Who is Pierce? He can’t be human if he’s the same age now that he was in that picture.”

“He is human, of a sort,” said Lucifer.

“Can you be any more specific?” sighed (Y/N).

“He’s Cain.”

“Cain? ‘Cain and Abel’ Cain?” asked (Y/N).

“Yes, cursed to never die because he killed his brother,” said Lucifer.

“And he’s the Sinnerman?”

“Yes.”

“And let me guess, you decided to just…invite him here?”

“How did you know?” asked Lucifer.

“Because that’s exactly the type of shenanigans you like,” said (Y/N), deadpan.

“You’re right,” admitted Lucifer. “I’m going to stab him just to make sure, and then I’ll figure what he’s up to.”

“I’m staying,” said (Y/N).

“What? No,” said Lucifer.

“Yes, I am,” said (Y/N). “You think he’s involved with God or whoever gave you your wings back and caused me to get some. If that’s true, I want to be there. I’m already involved.”

Lucifer sighed, seeing the determined expression on their face. They would ignore any commands he gave if he tried to keep them away. “Very well. But you stay by me and away from Cain, understand? If he tries anything, I’ll handle it.”

“Got it,” said (Y/N), crossing their fingers behind their back.

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markedbyindecision · 1 year

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“I guess I have to give you that personal day now.”

Chloe Decker and Marcus Pierce in Lucifer 3x09 “The Sinnerman”

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pellaaearien · 7 days

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👀 Low Lays the Devil👀 I must know

Opened the doc for the first time in 3 years

Yeah, so, I have quite a bit of this written, but I haven't posted it because I don't currently have plans to write any more. I don't like leaving things unfinished but I simply can't keep up with more than one fandom at a time.

Currently I've covered their return from LA, their first confrontation with the Sinnerman (make the freezer make sense), the surfer case, and most of Axara.

I'd love to share the freezer scene, but it's a little too long to include all the context, so instead I'll share one of my other favourite scenes I've written that's a total departure from the show.

Remember Olivia Monroe? The one Lucifer made Chief of Police? The writers sure didn't, but I did!

“Chief, thank you so much for seeing me on such short notice.” Chloe adjusted the hem of her shirt - something about her former boss had always made her feel underdressed.

“Oh, please, no need to stand on ceremony!” Olivia Monroe’s voice was as warm and deliberate as Chloe remembered. “‘Olivia’ has always been fine between us.” Chloe didn’t fail to note how her eyes lingered on Lucifer, who smiled.

The knot in Chloe’s stomach unclenched, on seeing that smile. It was an old smile, the kind of smile she’d rarely seen on his face since they’d started dating. The kind with sharp edges, ones you could cut yourself with if you weren’t careful. She wondered how she’d missed them before.

Whatever apprehension she’d had about bringing Lucifer to this meeting vanished. He was in full on gentleman Devil mode, and clearly held no lingering fondness for Olivia.

“Olivia, so lovely to see you again. It’s been too long.”

Olivia looked surprised that Lucifer wasn’t fawning over her any more, but recovered quickly. “Please, have a seat.”

They sat in the pair of leather chairs facing Olivia’s mahogany desk. Her office had really gotten an upgrade as chief of police.

Olivia leaned back in her own chair. “Now, what can I do for you both?” Her lips turned up as she regarded them. “Gotta say, it was a stroke of genius, putting you two together. The department’s close rate has never looked so good. I’ll gladly do whatever I can to help.”

Chloe folded her hands on her knee. “Thanks, Olivia. That really means a lot.” She cut right to the chase. “How much do you know about the Sinnerman?”

It was a calculated risk — neither of them trusted Olivia any more than they trusted Pierce. They were counting on her either being able to help them, or shaking something loose.

Olivia’s face was carefully neutral. “The mob boss? Everyone thinks he’s a myth.”

“But what do you think?” Lucifer’s tone was effortlessly charming, but Chloe bet butter wouldn’t have melted in his mouth.

Olivia blinked, and cast a glance at the door. “I’ve heard the rumours, of course, that he’s active in LA.”

“Oh, come now.” Lucifer leaned forward, and Chloe was happy to cede the floor. “You’re the first female chief of police. You must know more than that.”

Olivia swallowed. Chloe would have felt sorry for her if they didn’t have her exactly where they wanted her. She decided to prime the pump a little.

“Listen,” she said, and Olivia jumped just slightly, turning her attention from Lucifer. “Lucifer and I have had several run ins with someone claiming to be the Sinnerman. Our forensic tech got us some blood spatter DNA from an old crime scene in Chicago attributed to the Sinnerman. We’re past the stage of plausible deniability.”

Olivia’s eyes narrowed. “So why come to me with it?”

Lucifer and Chloe looked at each other. “We think there’s a mole in the precinct,” Chloe admitted. “We can’t trust anyone.”

“But you trust me,” Olivia pointed out. “At least enough to show your hand.” She pondered for a moment. Lucifer crossed his legs, looking as unruffled as ever, and Chloe struggled to exude the same aura of calm.

“You’re putting me in a very difficult position,” Olivia said at last. Lucifer smirked, but didn’t comment. “I was ready to give you resources, promotions, but if you’re asking me to break confidentiality, I’m going to need a little something more.”

Chloe was thrown. She cast a quick glance at Lucifer, whose expression was inscrutable; not the ardent glee she’d expected if he was about to call in a favour. She’d assumed Olivia owed him, but Lucifer’s behaviour would seem to indicate he considered them square. Mind racing, she adjusted on the fly.

“You know us,” she said, impressed at how steady her voice was. “You know our record. If you can trust anything, it’s that we’ll get to the bottom of this, eventually. We put away Graham, Smith, Herrera...” She paused. “You could say nothing, and nothing would get back to you. Or you could be the strong, proactive leader who helped us root out corruption in the department. It’s your choice.”

Lucifer was looking at her with guarded approval. Olivia laughed.

“Damn, you got some balls, Decker,” she said. “I’m almost sorry I don’t get to work with you any more. You really are the best detective in the department.” Olivia gave her an assessing look. “I’m sure I don’t have to tell you you’re already committing insubordination just by being here; you’ve got more on the line than me.” Chloe didn’t balk. Some things were worth it. Olivia seemed to come to a decision.

“Well, I can tell you you’re right not to trust anyone,” she said, and Chloe resisted the urge to clench her fists. I knew it. “Since we’re sharing, I can tell you in confidence that your boss is under investigation from IA.”

Pierce. Having her suspicions confirmed brought Chloe no comfort. It was horrifying news.

“Seems some people weren’t thrilled with the way he handled the Sinnerman stuff in Chicago,” Olivia continued. “But by the time CPD bothered to pick up the phone, he’d already been hired here.” She looked at both of them sternly. “I’m telling you this because I believe you two are the best team I have. I don’t think I have to warn you what could happen if this gets out.”

“We are the very essence of discretion,” Lucifer assured her. Chloe was already pondering the revelation. If Pierce couldn’t be trusted… maybe he was even more connected with the Sinnerman than they’d thought.

“Thank you, Olivia,” she said, meaning it.

“Oh, don’t thank me, Decker,” Olivia said. “I’ve got a job for you two. A singer, Axara. She needs protection. It’s a high profile case. I’m putting you both on it.” Olivia tilted her head. “That’s what it’s all about, right? Tit for tat.”

“Understood, Chief.” Chloe nodded — there was no way to refuse, even though she wished she could just dive into researching Pierce.

Olivia rose, and they followed her lead. “I’m proud of you,” she said as they were leaving. “Don’t make me regret it.”

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tomellisfan45 · 1 year

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Season 3 episode 9 “the sinnerman

Chloe :”why is this case so important to you”

Pierce: the sinnerman killed my brother”

In my head I am like no Pierce or cain the sinnerman did not kill your brother you did.

I mean anyone who’s watched lucifer before will tell you that you cain killed Abel.

You can’t deny it. You may try to hide it but the truth will always come out.

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tomsenough · 1 year

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TOM WELLING! The long lonely Spring/Summer days are also easier to get through with the variety of episodes you have provided! You are phenomenal and entertaining in "Lucifer" as Lieutenant Marcus Pierce/Cain/The Sinnerman. I am keeping my fingers and toes crossed for a second season of "PROFESSIONALS" soon because Vincent Corbo is simply dynamite! I only long for more recognition of this awesome series that you worked on so tirelessly, but you ROCKED IT, TOM! Falling in love with the characters you portray is not just a hobby but a true passion of mine! I long to see you play many more characters in more dramatic but also some light-hearted roles. If only you were just given some extra chances, you would own every role you play because you have the masterful ability to do so! Looking ahead to more projects as actor, director and as a producer with Tom Welling Productions on the big and small screen! Love, Fatima - #TomWelling #Smallville #Lucifer #Professionals

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huntcrlif · 1 year

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Sure Marcus Pierce is the sinnerman but don’t make him to be a total jerk with that asspull plot because he gets in the way of your ships.

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renaakabane · 2 years

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MARCUS PIERCE (SINNERMAN) - Immortal

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ao3feed-deckerstar · 11 months

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Little Secrets Big Lies

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3Rps68t

by GalFromTheGhetto

Chloe discovers Lucifer’s identity when she goes to confront him after the whole Sinnerman fiasco, but ends up witnessing her partner murder their lieutenant in cold blood. But then Pierce wakes from the dead, and Chloe realizes his real identity as Cain. And that Lucifer is really the devil.

She must contend with her newfound reality and work to take the Sinnerman down, keep the fact that she knows Lucifer is the devil a secret, and hide her confusing feelings for the devil while figuring out why Cain is interested in her. But the secrets threaten to become her undoing

Words: 2967, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Lucifer (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Chloe Decker, Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer TV), Marcus Pierce, Dan Espinoza, Trixie Espinoza, Mazikeen (Lucifer TV), Ella Lopez, Linda Martin (Lucifer TV), Amenadiel (Lucifer TV)

Relationships: Chloe Decker/Lucifer Morningstar, Chloe Decker & Lucifer Morningstar

Additional Tags: Chloe Decker Finds Out, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3Rps68t

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mcrningstar-a · 2 years

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you’re an asshole — BUT I LOVE YOU !!

@deathlessdamned ♡

#( i've had this song on the brain since you sent it to me beth )#( i love them help )#( no one talk to me )#❴ EDITS. ❵#❴ LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR. ❵ ❛ they call me devil; and you should be afraid. ❜#❴ MARCUS PIERCE. ❵ ❛ oh sinnerman; where you gon’ run to? ❜#❴ PIERCIFER. ❵ ❛ red hot and holy; all you can give me is everything i don’t need. ❜#❴ DEATHLESSDAMNED. ❵ ❛ taste the sulfur in my heart; let us never be apart. ❜

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anonymousewrites · 1 year

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 3) Chapter Seven

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Chapter Seven: You Must be a Great Business Partner

Summary: Pierce's identity is revealed.

“Well, I’m here,” said Pierce, walking down the stairs into the empty Lux bar. He glanced at (Y/N), obviously wondering why they were there, but he focused on Lucifer. “This couldn’t have waited till morning?”

“Time-sensitive, I’m afraid,” said Lucifer. “Or, in a way, the opposite.”

“Just tell me what you want,” sighed Pierce.

“Right, well, we’re both familiar with the accomplice theory—that our blind barbarian had someone working with him,” said Lucifer.

“Yeah.” Pierce crossed his arms, and (Y/N) didn’t fail to notice the defensive gesture.

“Right, well then, it occurred to me that what if the Sinnerman was the one working for someone else?” said Lucifer, a smirk on his face. “What if the man we arrested was the accomplice? What if the true man behind the Sinnerman was someone else?” He pulled the photo (Y/N) had stolen from his jacket pocket. “Exhibit A. Here is Mr. Sinnerman as a child. With a man that he seems very close to. Interesting birthmark. It’s a very similar shape to your military tattoo, actually, wouldn’t you agree?”

Pierce’s jaw clenched. “So?”

“Well, so it stands to reason that this man would be very, very old by now,” said Lucifer. “Or if he isn’t, he’d have to be—” he chuckled “—you know, immortal.”

Pierce chuckled, but it was strained. “An immortal crime boss.” He put his hands on his hips. “Just like you’re the devil,” he said sarcastically.

Lucifer let out a brief chuckle. “Yes, I know, it does sound absurd, doesn’t it? So, as such, there’s really only one way to prove my theory.” He leaned over the bar counter. “Right, (Y/N), look away.”

(Y/N), realizing that Lucifer had to be dramatic confronting pierce, closed their eyes. Lucifer spun and stabbed Pierce in the chest. It would be a fatal blow for any human, and he let Pierce’s body hit the floor.

(Y/N) opened their eyes and furrowed their brow distastefully. They were able to not go into a panic for the sole reason they knew Pierce was a crime boss and would stand up in a few moments. Still, their slight anxiety didn’t go unnoticed, and Lucifer reached and squeezed their shoulder. (Y/N) relaxed at the knowledge he was with them.

They tensed as the body gasped suddenly and sat up. Pierce Cain groaned as he pulled the knife from his chest.

Lucifer smirked. “The world’s first murderer. Marked by God and doomed to walk the Earth alone for a tortured eternity. It’s quite the moniker. Yet, still, nowhere near as ridiculous as the Sinnerman.”

Cain stood, glaring down at the bloody knife in his hands.

“You’re really name is much cooler,” said (Y/N). “Isn’t it, Cain?”

Cain narrowed his eyes. For a moment, he seemed ready to lunge at them and Lucifer, and the shadows below him seemed to vibrate in readiness to protect their master, but Cain relaxed and just coughed and pressed his hand to his wound. He walked past them and grabbed several napkins to press to the still-bleeding wound in his chest. (Y/N) swallowed hard at the blood but steeled themself. They weren’t running away now.

“Well, gosh, we have so much to catch up on, don’t we, Cain?” said Lucifer jovially, as if he hadn’t just stabbed him through the chest. “Or would you prefer Mr. Cain? Make it sound official?”

“Let’s just stick with Pierce,” said Cain.

“I don’t like people like you, so no,” said (Y/N).

Cain glanced at them. “You found the pictures, didn’t you?” he realized.

Lucifer smirked but stepped between them protectively. “They realized something about you was amiss. I was the one who identified you.” He cocked his head. “Why all the games, ‘Pierce?’ ” He would humor, even if only to get answers.

“No games,” said Cain.

“I think all the Sinnerman shit qualifies,” said (Y/N), rolling their eyes.

“Next you’ll be claiming your appearance on my doorstep’s simply coincidence,” scoffed Lucifer.

“No. I’m the one that had you knocked out and left in the desert,” said Cain honestly.

“I see,” said Lucifer.

“That’s all I did, though,” said Cain.

“So you’re going to blame everything else on your eyeless stooge?” challenged Lucifer.

“He wasn’t a stood. He was my right-hand man,” said Cain.

“Until you shot him,” pointed out (Y/N). “You must be a great business partner.”

“He went rogue,” said Cain, defending himself. “I have no idea why he did what he did. That’s why I had to take him out.”

(Y/N) looked at him appraisingly. He didn’t seem to be lying, but they still wouldn’t trust him. He just felt off, and (Y/N) couldn’t shake the knowledge that he was a threat. Their guard remained up around him.

Lucifer tossed more tissues and a few towels to Cain. “You know, for an immortal, you really do bleed a lot, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” admitted Cain. “I’m still human. I still feel all the pain that comes with death. It’s just the wounds heal.”

(Y/N) shivered. They remembered their near-death experience. It hadn’t been pleasant in any sense of the word. The cold had settled into their bones, and even these days, they still woke up occasionally, afraid and clutching themself, desperate to feel warm as the ghost of the freeze of death seemed to loom over them.

“Sounds like a bitch,” said Lucifer, remaining playful but putting a hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder as he noticed their reaction. He too remembered the fear he had felt as they nearly died. The desperation that had filled him had been overwhelming, and Lucifer never wanted to see them anywhere near death like they had been then.

“Yeah, well, I don’t have to tell you what sort of sick sense of humor your father has,” said Cain.

“Which is why I’m surprised that you’re working with Him,” said Lucifer. Cain looked at him in confusion. “Well, there’s no sense denying it now,” said Lucifer coldly. “I know you gave me back my wretched wings. I know you took my devil face. So tell me, what did He offer you in return?”

He didn’t mention (Y/N)’s abilities or wings. A small part of him wanted to make sure Cain didn’t know about them since it was possible it was slightly unintended, and then he would know their secret. That and a tiny part of him wasn’t completely sure Cain was involved with God, so Lucifer didn’t want to risk sharing what had happened with (Y/N).

“I would never work for your father,” said Cain. “And I had nothing to do with your wings or your devil face.”

“I don’t believe you,” said Lucifer.

“I don’t care,” said Cain. “Now, after getting stabbed and killing the closest thing I had to a friend, I’ve had a long day.” He pushed past Lucifer.

“Where do you think you’re going?” questioned Lucifer. He grabbed Cain. “You can’t just walk out on me.”

“Or what? You’ll kill me?” scoffed Cain. He shoved Lucifer off him and walked away.

“I’ll tell everyone who you really are,” said Lucifer.

“Go ahead, they don’t even believe you’re the Devil.” And with that, Cain was gone.

“Lucifer, what if he’s telling the truth?” asked (Y/N).

Lucifer pursed his lips. It was a legitimate possibility, unfortunately. “Then he has a different reason to be here in LA.”

“So what do we do?” questioned (Y/N). “I mean, we can’t just let him run around and not know what he’s up to.”

Lucifer straightened. “Luckily for us, I work at the LAPD. I’ll figure it out.”

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