On the Air

You've Probably Heard of Me

So, Lucifer's little moment of vengeance and immature payback didn't exactly help his privacy situation. It used to be every time he left the hotel or entered the lobby during a busy check-in period, he'd get some eager fan approaches—nothing major—but since his announcement over the radio, just leaving his bedroom was a risk.

A gaggle of girls would be waiting out in the hall right outside his door, flooding him with questions and flattery the moment he stepped out. He'd make a polite remark then teleport away. Luckily his door had a lock on it...

But it was fine. All this attention meant he was getting all eyes on him and not the radio demon, as it should be.

Pulling his pinstriped vest over his body, he began buttoning, grinning at himself in the mirror; pausing to wink and make finger guns at himself. An unholy scream left his mouth when the door to his room burst off its hinges and a barrage of young women in their early twenties flooded his room.

"Luci! Do you have time to chat? I'm free this—"

The woman speaking was elbowed in the gut by another who came right up to him, her hands all over his body. "Wow, the thread count on this vest is incredible and the I can't believe I'm touching the black bowtie of Lucifer Morningstar!"

"Um," he pushed her away, clearing his throat while plastering an uncomfortable smile on his face while looking over this mass of bodies now in his room. "Listen, ladies. This really isn't a good time or place for this kind of—"

"I can't believe Lilith left you. That bitch."

"Hey!" he exclaimed.

"If I win this date with you, Luci," another woman chimed in, "I'd never leave you like she did. You deserve so much better."

"Uh huh." He teleported out of reach of several reaching hands. "Listen, why don't we reconvene downstairs, yeah?"

"Why? We're already here!"

"Yeah! Show us where all the magic happens, Luci!"

"Please marry me, Luci!"

"Sign my breasts, Luci!" 

"Oh Hell," he muttered, snapping his fingers and leaving his room altogether. Reappearing on the opposite side of the hotel in the East Wing, he could hear the screaming women even from this far away. 

Exhaling, he put a hand over his heart then felt it stutter when another voice addressed him.

"Lucifer? I didn't know you ever went to the East Wing!"

He turned to see another hotel guest, this one with a shirt with Lucifer's face plastered on it and the words, Babygirl, written in red and pink letters. "Oh God."

"Will you sign my T-shirt?" the young man pleaded. "I promise you I'm the most worthy for redemption, just, please let me go on a date with youuuu!" 

Lucifer ran for it. This was getting out of hand. Apparently, this date offer was making people more rabid than usual. They'd broken into his room for fuck's sake.

Bumping into a few more fans awaiting him in the hallway, he panicked, teleporting to the last place anyone including himself, would ever expect him to go.

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Lucifer's chest heaved up and down as he pressed himself up against the door he'd just teleported behind.

Closing his eyes, he inhaled then sighed.