Biblically accurate Lucifer x male!reader

Chapter two | the white walls of decay

His hands traced your body. The lithe fingers that you came to adore so much in so little time traced the many ugly scars along your entire body. His large palms fit over your small breasts perfectly as he told you that you were so perfect, despite what you think. He meant nothing in a lustful way and you were glad for that, longing to be touched but not taken.
He left small wet kisses on your neck, chest, waist, thighs, arms, everywhere he could manage without making things sexual. His eyes burned into yours with a passionate love you had always wished for. He stared into your eyes directly as his hand rested on a breast and his head lay on your chest. A light hum sounded from his gorgeous mouth as he made a happy noise of contentment. His beautiful pale gold locks of hair were strewn over perfectly shaped face. His skin felt warm as he rested on you.

You lay on your large bed that was a heirloom from your great great grandmother. It was the only fancy thing you owned, and it was large enough to fit the two of you, including your saviors large black wings.
"Lucifer."
He said abruptly, his eyes still locked with yours. Your hands ceased playing with his hair for a moment, looking at him with a look of confusion.
"What?" You asked, in response to his peculiar statement.
"My name. It's Lucifer."

It all made sense now. He was the fallen angel. Lucifer, right here before you. Right here touching you. Right here right now, before the devil. Your eyes widen and he thought for a second that he had made a mistake, before your eyes softened again and you continued to pet his hair.

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You sat in the back of the church, your lovely angel left at home. Many people filled up the empty seats of the pews, seeing as it was a Sunday. Lucifer didn't wish to attend church for obvious reasons, and he didn't want to draw unnecessary attention to himself. You didn't believe in god, you believed in Lucifer. He was all you needed, but you still attended church to not be met with an awful fate, possibly murdered for being accused of not keeping your faith and practicing satanism. On top of that, the others had occasionally seen your arms, seen the hundreds of marks that were everywhere. You thanked your lucky stars that people hadn't made a report, because if they did, you would surely be dead, or perhaps in an asylum.

So now you always wore black dress pants and a white or black button down shirt, that always covered your arms. Nobody knew you were trans, and nobody would ever know. They couldn't. For you would be tied to a stake, people's 'god loving smiles' put on, rocks thrown right at you for your satanic wiles.

Soon everyone had settled down into their respective seats, the kids sitting up front, goofing off and lightly pushing each other. The parents harshly scolded them, urging them to be quiet since the priest had started speaking.
"The devil is an awful, horrible man."
The priest said, saying untrue words for a sermon, his wrinkled and sour face showing hatred for a creature as beautiful as Lucifer.
"He was once beautiful, but Is now cursed, as he should be. He is hideous, and ugly. For if y-"
He just kept on talking, and talking and talking and wouldn't shut up about Lucifer. He spoke about the angel as if they were a maggot, filthy and disgusting.

Standing up out of anger, your face was stone cold and emotionless, fury showing through your aura instead of your facial expression. You stared daggers at the priest. His eyes were wild as he looked at you, startled at the sudden disruption. A million thoughts went through your head, most of them being 'is this the right thing to do?' Of course it was theoretically, but what would it do to your reputation? You needed to buy things from this town, you couldn't just forsake your main supply of food because of an outbreak of emotions. But you had already stood up against the priest, and now everyone was waiting for your words.

"The devil is not a little red man with horns and a tail."
You spoke out in a voice that was low and menacing, leaving your spot in the back to walk up to the priest, still staring daggers
"He can be beautiful, because he's a fallen angel, and he used to be god's favorite" you said viciously, thinking of how this ugly, wrinkled man had dared to speak such horrible things of your angel. You spat out gods name the same way he spat out Lucifers, hating him for what he did to the angel.

"I know for a fact that Lucifer,"
You said his name harshly, implying that calling him the devil was as disgusting and disrespectful as can be.
"Is not ugly, and he is so amazingly lovely. He is still beautiful, and he is so kind; and caring."
As you spoke, the little children in the room started feel scared by your sudden outburst.

"If you dare speak another word of disrespect about him, this floor will be covered in your blood." The threat of violence shocked everyone more than you already had. Their eyes were wide as they stared at you, at the pure hatred you had for the man before you. You realized what you had done, but kept your composure. Everything that happened was out of impulse, and now that it was over you dearly regretted ever coming.

Instead of freaking out and running away, you calmly exited the small church and took many turns to places that would lead to your house after a few hours, so if anyone happened to be following you they would be lost.
Your home was already located deep in the forest, but you decided to take extra safety procedures.

The silence greeting the opening door was so loud.
"Lucifer..." you started to say, tears already beginning to run down your face. Lucifers attention was immediately on you, what he was doing previously was no longer of any importance.
"My darling, what is wrong, you seem hurt," he said soothingly, coming to brush your hair out of your eyes.

"Please, just hold me." You said as your voice broke completely, your hot tears now turned into vicious sobbing as his graceful hands came into contact with your cheeks.
He brushed his forehead against yours, whispering sweet nothings and kind words to you. He didn't question what made you feel this way, he just acted how you needed him to.

He grabbed your hand gently and placed his other hand on your waist, beginning to sway. You swayed with him, starting to do a simple and nice dance. He started humming, the hum turning into words that sounded velvety smooth as they rolled off his tongue.

"You go down just like holy Mary.
Mary on a, Mary on a cross.
Not just another blood Mary.
Mary on a..."

He sang, the song a sinful one but also sounding beautiful, like a love song almost. Your head was buried in the crook of his neck as he sang, able to feel the rumble in his throat as he calmed you down with the song.
His voice was deep and masculine but it had a girlish tint to it, making it sound gorgeous when used to sing a song.

"Your beauty never ever scared me."

He said this part louder than the rest, indicating that he felt that way about you. Even though you were broken, he still loved you.
Your beauty didn't scare him.

"Mary on a, Mary on a cross..."

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I actually listen to ghost, I'm not just one of those weird tiktok gremlins that only use the chorus for Mary on a cross to talk about bugs or creepypasta.