GO TO HELL [Lucifer x Fem!Reader]

CHAPTER THREE

"I guess..." Vaggie grumbled. "He said he might drop by tomorrow or the day after to check things out. Would that work for you guys?"

"Oh, my gosh. That would be great!" Charlie squealed, jumping up from the floor. "We have to head back to my dad's in the morning, but any time after that would be perfect."

"No luck today?"

"Not really," you sighed. "We were able to look around a little bit but we ended up running into her old man."

"And he tried interrogating her," Charlie groaned, running her hands through her hair as the memory resurfaced. "I was so worried he would suspect something, but your emergency text totally saved us."

"Did the disguise work at least?"

That was an excellent question. While he didn't seem to question anything about your appearance, he still seemed suspicious. It was entirely possible he could smell your fear. You'd expect no less from a demon; they probably fed off of it. Who knows...

You should be nicer. Charlie and Vaggie certainly hadn't given you that impression. In fact, you were pretty sure you saw one of them eating toast for breakfast. They likely had perfectly normal digestive systems.

"I think so! We're just gonna have to make a good cover story in case he finds us again."

The three of you began to brainstorm, losing track of time as it faded into playful conversation. There was an intermission to order food since their 'kitchen' still wasn't quite ready to be used to such an extent. And eventually, you parted ways to get ready for bed.

Your arms were full after they had given you a towel and a plethora of toiletries to help scrub all the paint off of your body. When you entered your room, you were also greeted by your 'human' clothes, clean and neatly folded on top of your bed.

And laying on top of those was your phone.

Holy shit. You had completely forgotten you had it on you before your ass was ripped through that portal. Of course, the adrenaline rush that immediately followed your arrival in Hell didn't help. And you were so eager to get those nasty, garbage covered clothes off, you hadn't noticed the weight in your back pocket.

You dumped all the toiletries onto your bed to grab it.

The home screen was piled with notifications ranging from worried texts to company newsletter alerts. You began thumbing in your password to rifle through it all... but then you noticed your hand.

The paint was rubbed away.

On your fingers and wrists. There were splotches where paint was gone, revealing your natural skin underneath.

When did this happen?

Your palms were almost completely barren, likely from everything you had touched throughout the day. On the back of your hands and around your wrists, there were smaller spots where your skin was peeking through.

Like fingerprints.

You felt like you were delt a sucker punch to the gut.

Maybe...Maybe it was from your own hand. You could have been rubbing at your own wrists subconsciously. With all the stress-inducing shit going down, that wouldn't be unlikely.

But if the paint could come off so easily...

No. You had to believe it was your own doing.

Regardless, you had to find a way to prevent it from happening again.

You opted to wait until the morning to break the bad news to Charlie and Vaggie. The two had just gone off to bed, and honestly, your nerves were getting the better of you. Your stomach was twisting in on itself as your heart pounded relentlessly against your ribs.