How to Hack a Wedding ft. Lucifer (ONC 2024)

6. obsessions & lists

Lucifer hadn't lingered around after the kiss. He had assured me that he would be back tomorrow for our wedding lessons, as I had insisted on calling them, but he needed to leave.

Something about the fabric of the universe depending upon it, and not tempting fate by interacting with a single human for too long.

I decided I could let it pass for this once and not take it personally.

Once he left, I checked the flooring under the rug for the pentagram and circle marks made of chalk mixed with a crushed powder of belladonna, and wheat flour.

If I ever admitted to Elaine that I had used her spell, I would tell her that the summoning ritual did not need to be so complicated.

Just pray to the dark entities really hard and ask them to do you a favour.

It, apparently, was enough for me.

Rolling the rug from one corner let me know that Lucifer had indeed cleaned it thoroughly, and not swept the job under the rug. (quite literally, in this sense)

The rest of my day was spent alternating between doing all my household chores and day-dreaming about kissing Lucifer.

Every time I thought about our kiss, I was overcome with a sense of bubbling happiness that I had given up trying to explain. My cheeks heated whenever I thought of his head in my lap, and just how considerate the devil had turned out to be.

Did he just happen to have a bad reputation for no reason?

Even when I got into bed, well into the night after having wasted hours combing through internet references about Lucifer, and his ex-girlfriend- Lilith, the kiss still lingered in my mind.

It was stuck in my head like a leech. The only difference- it was sucking all my motivation to work instead of simply feasting on my blood and getting over it.

Falling asleep was an entire ordeal in itself. I hadn't even needed to close my eyes to see him while fantasising before, but now that I did, I could only see those burning red irises. The way they had been sparkling even after he had gotten up from my lap.

It was going to be a long night.

When I did not manage to get even a wink of sleep, despite the digital clock on my night stand reading 2:08, I decided I had had enough. If I couldn't get Lucifer off my mind, then I would get somebody else on my mind instead. 

I was going to pick out a book and start fawning over a fictional character.

A few hours ago I assumed Lucifer was a figment of my imagination. (along with millions of others) If another fictional character I wanted could come to life, I was going to read my faerie romance novels.

Rhysand or Rowan, I wasn't even picky.

My mind unwittingly picked Rhysand, and the shadow-wielding, misunderstood, feminist 'villain' suddenly seemed to match Lucifer's attributes one by one. 

At a certain point, my imagination became so vivid that I managed to convince myself that I was the leading protagonist and Lucifer was my Rhysand. The fact that a spicy scene had just begun did not help my condition a single bit.

The two characters were sharing a single bed in a dingy hotel, and Rhysand had just started sensuously massaging the female protagonist, his hands reaching over intimate curves that made her loose control. Soon his wings came out, and I found myself holding my breath.

Did my Lucifer also have wings?

My?

Of course, I had meant it in the sense that there were multiple different interpretations people had made of Lucifer, and the real one was the one who had been with me.

That was a horrible excuse, but I couldn't stop thinking about Elaine and her tailed celestial.

Goodness, I had only met Lucifer a few hours ago, and my desire was already rampant!

He was definitely doing his demon voodoo magic! I refused to believe there could be another explanation for my infatuation that did not stem from the fact that he had managed to make me feel things in the span of a few hours that others hadn't managed to bring out in months.

If he was going to be the sin I would find myself succumbing to, I could live with that knowledge without many regrets. 

He seemed like the best kind of sin.

Had I been Eve, I would've eaten that apple even faster than she did.

Stop it, Sydney!

I had kept the notebook with our contract right next to me, right below my digital clock. I had obsessively been checking the paper with his signature, reminding myself of how real everything was. I could not make out a single letter in his sign. In fact, I was almost entirely certain it wasn't even the English alphabet.

I opened a fresh page.

Whenever I felt overwhelmed, I started making lists. It was a weird way of de-stressing, but it always helped me see things more clearly.

Reasons to not obsess over Lucifer:

1. He is immortal, you are not.

2. He has had many lovers over the centuries (actually, millennia) while you have had like two. 1 and a half in all honesty, considering how things ended with Georgie.

3. The attraction has to be magic.

4. He can not love you. He isn't really that different than the rest.

My eyes became droopy after I re-wrote the last point enough to reach the end of the page, and my head fell back on the pillow.

This time I did not see Lucifer anywhere in my dream, and yet, I felt like his gaze was still following me as I lost all my consciousness.

My fingers remained attached to my lips all this time.