Really short one but I was a bit stumped. XD

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   Just another day at Lux...You thought to yourself, watching your recent customer walk away from the bar with a drink in hand. The music was turned up loud, per usual for a Saturday night in the Los Angeles night club. 

   You tug on the bottom of your dress a bit, willing it to be longer. The pay at this job was great, the uniform not so much. But it was all worth it if it meant staying out of hell. Literally. 

   You were a demon who left hell with Lucifer and Mazikeen 3 years ago. Maze was brought along as the best torturer, Lucifer knowing she would be a loyal protector when he needed it. You were brought along because....well first of all you practically begged him to let you come. He of course said no, so you decided to sneak out with them anyway. When he found out, he was furious at first, obviously. But soon got over it after realizing how resourceful you were.

   And okay yeah sure, you kinda had a crush on the king of Hell. You couldn't help it. He was perfect. The accent, the way he held himself with such confidence, he could sing and dance. There was nothing he COULDN'T do.

   "Hello, (Y/N)." Speaking of the devil. "How's my favorite bartender?" That smirk...

   "Managing." you shake your head, your hand on your hip. "I mean honestly these humans are so frustrating. They say they want a drink and spend 15 minutes deciding on one. They only live once you'd think they'd just get the hard stuff and move on."

   Lucifer laughs at this while you pass him a drink. "You have a point there. They are...complex creatures." He takes a sip of his drink and surveys the club.

   "That was a good cover on the piano earlier."

   He smiles and looks back at you again. "Why thank you. I know how much you adore my piano playing." he chuckles. "I swear you would hear one note and abandon whoever you were torturing the a second. Regardless of consequence." 

   You laugh, shaking your head. "There's so little joy down there you know that." You pause, debating on if you should finally confess your feelings for the devil. "Listen....Lucifer there's something I need to tell you."

   "Oh so sorry (Y/N) hold that thought. The detective is here. Detective!" He rushes off to where Detective Chloe Decker just walked in. You sigh in defeat, crossing your arms onto counter. Of course. The detective. The person...the HUMAN who got in your way of finally trying to confess to Lucifer how you feel.

   You turn back to your work, pushing the thoughts from your mind for now. Best to think more on what can be rather than what can't. You both deserved happiness. Especially Lucifer. It was time to come to terms with reality.

   You and him didn't stand a chance.