GO TO HELL [Lucifer x Fem!Reader]

CHAPTER FOUR

"Wasn't expectin' that sorta career choice to fly with someone aspirin' to cross through them pearly gates." He tilted his head as he eyed you carefully, leaning down slightly to be more at your eye level.

"What makes you think that?" you asked, raising your chin. "In my opinion, a redeemable gal like myself should be respectful of other's bodily autonomy."

"Last I checked, the pious types weren't so down with cock-suckin' hoes. I mean," he paused and smirked, "some of 'em were down with us cock-suckin' hoes, but they did their darndest to pray that shit away afterward. The guilts part of the kink."

Vaggie's stance tensed more and more with each word that came out of his mouth. You were pretty sure her eye was twitching.

"Good people are accepting people!" Charlie exclaimed, throwing her arms out.

"You ain't ever have to deal with the living, sugar-tits," Angel said, draping himself over the couch in a way you were sure would be put on the front cover of a Playboy magazine. "But sure."

You all began a short tour of the hotel much like the one you got when you first arrived. This time, however, Charlie was really trying to sell her redemption plan to him. She explained the terms of their deal. He would refrain from acts of sin, such as violence, drugs, yada-yada, and he could stay there for free.

As you began filing out of one of the available, move-in-ready rooms, you noticed Angel pause. He was looking at the ground with a blank expression, clearly contemplating something. You assumed he was weighing the pros and cons of Charlie's offer, but you were no mind reader.

After showing off most of the relevant parts of the hotel, you gathered back in the entryway. Charlie stared Angel down expectantly, waiting in suspense for his decision.

She was overjoyed when he finally agreed.

"There's no harm in tryin', I guess." He shrugged shooting a half-lidded smirk. "But I ain't makin' no promises that I'll be the paragon of redeemability. I ain't that type of model."

When he left, he said he had to clear some things with his boss first and then he would start this whole 'redemption thing'.

The three of you had a miniature celebration—juice, soda, and popcorn to go along with eager chatter—before you decided to address the stack of books you had hauled back to the hotel.

The evening was going swimmingly thus far, and you hoped that good luck would carry on to the very end of the night. Somewhere in that pile was your key to getting home. Your fingers were crossed that you would be sleeping in your own cozy bed that night.

You could finally take up your own offer on a nice hot bubble bath and let it soak away all the stress that had stockpiled within your body.

Sitting in a circle around the books, you began sifting through them.

Your hope dwindled bit by bit with every one you flipped through and set aside. They had everything to do with the living world except for the means of getting there.

Once the last book was deemed useless, you sat in sullen silence. A sort of emptiness settled within your chest.

If that was your best shot at returning, what else was there?

"Okay...that's okay!" Charlie said in an attempt to lighten the mood. "We just have to try something else. Vaggie, you said you knew people who had access to Earth, right?"

"I said I knew of people," she corrected. "But I did do a little bit of digging while you were out, and I might have a few leads?"

"Oh, perfect!" Charlie chirped, sitting straight up with her hands on her knees. "How about we look into those tomorrow then?"