Somehow, Luke was able to get himself out of the mudslide in the restroom of the cafe. He did it with tears flowing from his eyes as Lucifer stood before him, laughing at the mess he had found himself in.
Feeling as fresh as a powdered baby's bottom, Luke followed Lucifer out of the building with a subtle frown on his face.
Azazel stood against a wooden beam supporting the building. He raised a brow as the two walked up to him. He could still smell a certain aroma on the Hell Scholar, but considering what Lucifer had put him through in the bathroom stall, the demon wasn't about to bring it up.
"Let's go," Lucifer ordered as he began his way down the path to his unholy castle.
Azazel and Luke followed behind the man. The walk was going well until Luke spotted a building. The scholar adjusted his glasses with two fingers and stood in front of the sign, a finger pointed forward.
"I need to see the inside of this establishment," the brown-haired man stated.
Lucifer turned around. A mischievous grin tugged on his lips as his red eyes focused on the man. "Oh, do you now?"
"For research," Luke firmly stated.
Azazel stepped beside Luke. He focused his eyes on the sign. The sign clearly was a bit of an unsavory place, which didn't surprise him considering where they currently were. He was sure he'd probably have even less unsavory places deep in its depths.
He ran his fingers through his black hair, then nervously stroked his right horn. He could hear Emma's voice echoing in his head. If she knew he was about to enter such a place, it would put him on her shit list for a moment.
"Strippers!" Azazel sighed. "Why do you need to document demon strippers?"
Azazel looked up and noticed bright lights flashing in front of a drawn silhouette of a demon woman in a provocative pose. Sure, he didn't mind seeing the figure of scantily clad women, but he couldn't get the nagging voice out of his head.
He closed his eyes and pressed his fingertips to his forehead.
I'm getting a migraine.
Lucifer stepped in front of the building. He turned to face the pair with a devilish smile. "Alright. We will make another detour. Ensure you properly document everything you see inside, good scholar."
Luke enthusiastically nodded and readied a pen and paper in his hands. He looked at Lucifer with curious eyes.
"Are we sure about this? Azazel asked, attempting to argue about the next destination.
It was a fruitless question.
"Why the hell not?" Lucifer snickered as he disappeared into the building with his muscular chest puffed out.
Azazel turned his gaze toward Luke. The scholar was nearly drooling on himself as he followed Lucifer into the building.
I suppose there is no harm in accompanying them to a strip club in hell. Perhaps Emma won't find out. If she were a full demon, she wouldn't care. Of course, I couldn't be lucky enough to be smitten with a full demon.
Azazel, in that moment, wished Emma were a full demon like her mother, but beggars couldn't be choosers. He was hopeful she wouldn't read through Luke's notes, but knowing her curiosity, she eventually would.
These notes will need to be kept secret. Secret notes. Ah, how alluring.
The second Azazel stepped through the doorway, he regretted it. A devilish male demon dancer was performing an exotic dance in a skintight outfit with holes revealing most of the parts he wanted covered.
"Why is this man gyrating in the doorway?" Azazel asked with a groan.
Lucifer stood in front of the man, lightly clapping at the provocative dance the male stripper was performing. "Bravo!"
Lucifer reached out his hand, with a coin balanced on the tip of his index finger. The male stripper paused the performance and grabbed the coin between his teeth, sending a seductive smile and wink to the trio before proceeding down a bright, red colored hallway.
"Interesting," Azazel stated in a dry tone.
"Isn't it great?" Lucifer had questioned him with a laugh. "The strippers here are of all genders. We don't discriminate in hell."
Lucifer affectionately petted the top of Luke's head as the scholar scribbled in his book. He was extra detailed with his notes about the place, as it was of great interest to him.
"Enjoying yourself already?" Lucifer asked, looking down at Luke.
"It's fantastic!" Luke said it with a bright smile. "I love hell!"
Lucifer felt pride in the scholar's praise. He was quite proud of the demonic realm he ruled over. "How could you not love hell when I, Lucifer, rule over the realm?"
In Azazel's mind, the only reasons to enjoy hell were its warm environment, which he preferred to the random weather on Earth or Terra, and its unruly and mischievous people, something a true demon loved. Though he still had the soul of King George, he was feeling more like a demon as time passed. He still had all the urges; he was just good at suppressing them.
"Don't let it go to your head," Azazel stated as he glanced at Lucifer.
"My head is already at max capacity," Lucifer grinned. "I am aware of how amazing I am."
Azazel wasn't going to argue. He left it at that.
"Good evening."
A seductive female voice echoed out, begging all patrons in the establishment to give her their full attention.
They turned and saw the gorgeous woman who had spoken. She had a long red latex gown that fell above her knees, adorned with black lace at the hems, high-heeled boots, and black latex gloves. Her hourglass shape was enough to tempt the devil.
The silver-haired woman grinned slightly, revealing two fangs poking out of her top lip and slightly hooked teeth. She tossed her hair back seductively, which was enough to make Azazel brush.
I may be in trouble. Emma, forgive me.
Lucifer leaned toward Azazel when he noticed the demon blushing. He could tell he was interested in the woman.
"She is the most popular woman in this place," Lucifer whispered into Azazel's ear. "I can see why you may be tempted. She's a real pro. Her name is Lilith."
Azazel studied the woman, his gaze drifting to her curves. It was embarrassing, but he found himself growing rather hot around her. His demonic urges were getting the best of him, but he vowed not to let it happen.
Lilith swayed her hips as she approached the trio. She stood in front of Lucifer, her yellow eyes focused on his as she gazed up at him. She giggled, and a smirk spread across her lips. She reached out and placed her hands on his chest.
"Good evening, my lord," she purred seductively as she ran her hands down his chest.
In spite of his willpower, Azazel felt himself aching. He turned his back to Lucifer and Lilith so they couldn't notice his shame.
He saw Luke when he turned around, the man scribbling in his book.
To distract himself, Azazel peaked at the scribble. He noticed Luke had drawn a stick figure of a woman with giant breasts. He couldn't help but chuckle when he saw the drawing.
Azazel paused and stared down at Luke's notebook.
Is the picture moving, or is it just my imagination?
Lucifer cleared his throat when Lilith moved her body closer to his. "How are things going?"
She twirled a few stands of her silver hair with a gloved finger. She flicked out her forked tongue, licking across her fangs as she looked up at Lucifer.
"My apologies for not greeting you first, my lord," she purred as she pressed her overflowing chest against his. "I did not expect two sexy demons to walk into the club tonight."
Azazel knew he was a hot demon. Her words just reinforced the fact. He smirked as he watched Luke take notes, his face flushing a brighter red.
Lilith took Lucifer's hand. "Come, boys."
Azazel shifted his body when he heard the words. He reluctantly turned around, his red eyes instantly drawn to her backside as she led the three to a private room in the back. The fact that the room was private made the demon even more uncomfortable.
He watched as Lucifer took a seat on a purple, velvet sofa. Azazel followed suit and sat at the edge of the sofa, with the hell scholar taking a seat across from the two, wanting a good view to document the occasion.
"Wonderful, Lilith!" Lucifer grinned.
Azazel glanced around the room. The walls were painted a dark crimson and covered with pictures of women in various states of dress.
This has to be more than just a strip club. This would never fly on Earth.
Lilith took a seat between the two demons. She flipped her hair again and leaned against Lucifer. "It's been so long since I touched you."
Azazel watched as Lilith curled her arm through Lucifer's. As she was about to kiss him, he grabbed her head with both hands and thrust his face against hers with force. He kissed her passionately, which caused her body to squirm against his.
Lilith pulled back, her eyes heavy, as she looked at the demon lord. "Oh, Lucifer. You always get me going."
Somehow, I don't think Emilia would even care.
"Do you want more?" Lucifer asked, brushing his hand against her cheek.
"Yes," Lilith whispered.
"No," Azazel stated dryly.
Azazel really didn't want to watch Lucifer go at it with a stripper in a random strip club in hell. How would he ever be able to face Emma's mother when he had watched Lucifer screw another demon in front of his face?
Azazel looked at Luke as the two kissed passionately. He knew he had lost the battle.
The lord of hell would be his death.