Lucifer ❤(A Deal Is A Deal)

                                    

                                          
Lucifer is in search of a key, after being banished from the Devildom. In a near hundred-year search he finds the human in a bar whose blood is the key to getting back to the Devildom. (this is not fit for some readers as this mentions murder, violence, drinking, smoking, forced affections, prostitution, and blood drinking?)(reader is mentioned to wear makeup)
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(Lucifers Pov)
                          
The cigarette hangs loosely from my lips as I lean against the cold brick of the bar's wall. I had slowly moved away, my eyes boredly scanning the area for anyone who spikes my interests. So far I had seen nothing, that was until a human wearing a thin black shirt walked through the crowd, brushing my shoulder in the process. My eyes had landed on them still unable to fully read them or see all of them. I pushed past people, determined to get to them. 
                          
Their hair was a mess, along with their eyeliner and lipstick that was a dark red. Smudged from who knows what. Their figure stands pressed against the counter of the bar, even though the loud music I can hear their heeled shoes tap impatiently on the tiled floor. A quick thought came to mine, that they could be a prostitute, but it all slid past as I didn't care. 
                          
Everything that had happened made me thankful for this moment, even though I shouldn't be proud of what has happened. Their sharp gaze meets me and a small smile pulls to their lips. Soon pressing the glass down on the bar again turned their attention away from me. My eyes had never left them as I had watched every expression they made. How they bite their lip in annoyance when a man or woman approaches them. I found myself a few seats away from them, watching how the flashing lights would reflect in their eyes. My eyes widen when their hand grabs mine forcing me up, quickly pulling me behind them, leaving their unfinished drink on the bar. 
                          
My breath is caught in my throat as I feel like I'm suffocating, which wasn't something that I would feel. They don't speak until both of us slide through the narrow entrance of the alleyway. Their eyes lock with mine, boring through me as though I wasn't there.
                          
"God you look even better up close" they murmur as they inch closer taking in the sight, I can see their figure drenched in darkness. They smelled of alcohol, their breath washing down my skin as they got closer, I had fought everything to not pin them to the wall behind them
                          
"I could say the same to you," I say slowly, catching their attention again, their hands pressing to my shirt trying to force their fingers past the fabric. 
                          
"Why don't we go to your place?" they slur, a smile pulls at my lips at their sentence. Knowing that they had drunk much more than they had intended to. Who knows how much longer they'll be awake, so in a quick movement I take their hand into mine. 
                          
"Sure, follow me"
                          
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I glide my tongue across my teeth in annoyance, a loud sigh is forced past my lips as their head is pressed roughly against my shoulder. Sliding my arm under their legs and my other resting on their back to support them 
                          
Times like these I wish I would stop looking for this key, it had been nearly one hundred years of looking. The murder had become less fun over the years, it had been the same bullshit over and over again. It was exhausting even getting up to go to one of the many bars in the area every night. The screams became much to my annoyance and I would prefer to cut their tongue out before killing them. But I couldn't, knowing I needed information from each of them.