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Tyra scrowled at him, she knew he was hiding something, "I don't know how I will get it from you, but I will" she said, she looked at him closer, putting him under intense inspection, she was narrowing her eyes at him. |
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"Ok, go right ahead. Playing games with the devil is always fun." Lucifer joked, pouring himself a small glass of wine this time. "IF for some reason you don't want to waste your time... you're not going to get anything unless I tell you. On that note... if you NEED to know I was thinking about what was in the shipping container. Happy?" Lucifer asked with an eyebrow raise, taking a savory sip. |
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"Hm, ok.., I hope you know that my instinct as a officer is to question further, so what's in the container?" She asked, a bright smile on her face, Tyra was somewhat happy that the weight of her feelings towards him were off her shoulders |
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Lucifer frowned a little, his eyebrows furrowing as he sighed. "You won't believe me, so what's the use? There are some nesting dolls." He said. "I take a lot of pride in not lying, so believe me when I say I'm telling the truth. I would never lie to you." Lucifer looked Tyra in the eyes. |
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Tyra looked at him, her face softening, Tyra felt her stomach flip around as he stared at her, she cursed quietly in her head, why can't my stomach behave? She thought, combing her fingers through her hair, "I believe you, Lucifer" |
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"Good. I'm glad you trust me at least that much." Lucifer leaned back a little and glanced around. He had told the truth. There were nesting dolls. He had taken his wings out. She wouldn't have to or want to know about them... and there was no way she would believe him, so why try? "Not to cut any good conversation short, but was there anything else you wanted to talk about? I have some people who will be coming in soon, and I need to do some financial paperwork." Lucifer sighed |
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Tyra looked away and nodded, "alright, I will leave you now" she said standing from her seat, she cast a smile over her shoulder and waved at him, "see you at work tomorrow, Lucifer!" Tyra said, walking out of the lux towards her car, Wow, Tyra, you messed that up, big time She thought to herself |
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Lucifer smiled. "See you tomorrow." He answered. Moments after she walked out Mazikeen walked in with Lucifer's brother, Imenadiel. "Why are you here." Lucifer growled a little, standing, his expression immediately darkening as he focused on the dark angel. "you need to go back to hell, brother, where you belong." The angel said back, his gaze narrowed. Lucifer looked indignant for a moment. "I told you I'm not going back. Leave, I need rest, and I need to get to my job." He snarled, turning around and walking away,. |
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Tyra smiled and drove away, back home, she pulled up and walked into her house, 'ok, might clean up a bit, need to distract the mind' she thought to herself, Tyra rubbed a hand down her face and grabbed the broom. |
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Imenadiel walked over and grabbed Lucifer's arm. "Lucy, I'm not kidding. You need to come back." He pleaded. Lucifer turned on him with a snarl of fury. "I'm never going back there, Imenadiel! It is a ounishment that I didn't deserve! Leave now!" He roared, his eyes flashing red before he whirled around and slammed the door on his bedroom. Mazikeen glared at the tall black man. "You heard him. Leave, or I'll make you." She growled, shoving him forward to the door. The man shook his head and left. The next mornig Lucifer awoke with a small sigh, glad his black shades were covering the window. He couldn't deal with bright light right now. He got up and promptly got dressed in his normal attire... another black suit, but this time with a vest instead of a long sleeved coat. Lucifer clenched his teeth before walking out into the main penthouse room, sitting down at the piano and playing a comforting tune to calm himself. He then drank a cup of coffee, straightened his vest, and walked downstairs to the bar area. Mazikeen stood there, two drinks already poured. "I'm assuming you wanted whiskey." She commented drily, sliding him the glass. "Yes, but I have to run. I don't want to be late to my new job and please half the people that don't like me there." He snorted, gulping a shot down and finding his way to his black convertable. Lucifer drove to the staion, taking abreath before walking in. |
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