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Glitz, Glam, and Gleam. Three clowns that have stolen the show in hell. Mammon’s new money bank, worth millions. Many loved you, adored you, idolized you, hated you. It was an act famous throughout all of the rings, and it was all yours. Well yours and your sisters.

And so long as you made Mammon money, you’d never have financial trouble again. You’d never question who to rob so you guys could eat. You didn’t care you were sexualized, you didn’t care who hated you, who loved you. You didn’t care what it took, after all a starving child would do anything for scraps. That’s who you were, a starving child, now a wealthy idol.

You would never go back to the streets, and you didn’t care what you had to do. After all, growing in greed makes you want more and more. You wanted to be at the top, you were motivated, something Mammon loved about you.

“This is so nerve wreaking.” Glam muttered. Both you and your sister rolled your eyes. She was always nervous before shows.

“Get a grip,” Glitz said, smiling out to the crowd just out the window.

“You get a grip, bitch.” A sigh left your lips as they started to argue again. You would think the journey of being poor to rich would make them act closer.

“Would you two shut up?” Your martini swirled in its glass as the car rolled to a stop. You didn’t have any intention of moving until they got their act together, and you finished your drink. “Stop fucking around, this is the pride ring.” You’d say probably the most important, not only was it home to the sin of pride, but overlords, and sinners of all kinds lived here.

“We’re not stupid!” Glitz shouted, and Glam didn’t hesitate to jump on her wagon.

“Yeah, stop talking down to us.” Your martini went down, and you didn’t bother listening to whatever stick they were about to start. If they want to make fools of themselves, they can stay in the car. You wouldn’t let them ruin what took so long to make.

Screams surrounded the red walk way. Sinners, lined up, some taking photos, some begging you to sign their tits. Something you have done way too much in your career.

“Gleam!” “Gleam over here!” “Glitz, can you look into the camera?!” “Glam, can we have an interview!” “Clown sisters, what next for you?!” Hundreds of questions of all kinds were being shouted towards the three of you.

You kept your charming smile, seductive and eye-catching with every step you took.

Your hands took a marker some sinner shoved towards you, and signed as you walked. Photos, papers, tits, arms. This was it, your last stellar performance until the next tour. You had to wow them all.

“I love your outfit!” “Marry me!” Many more shouts.

Glitz, and Glam seemed to get along under the watchful eye. Still, you held a suspenseful breath. You couldn’t trust them not to start something with each other.

Green smoke surrounded the three of you, and you recognized the laugh echoing. The sin of greed, Mammon.

“G’day, ya cunts!” His accent filled the carpet. If fans screamed for you three, they lost their voices with Mammon. After all, how often can a sinner see another sin?

The greedy sin leaned down, whispering in your ear. “Don’t fuck this up.” You didn’t let anything but a smile show on your face. You wouldn’t fuck this up, you couldn’t.

“Understood, sir.”

“I know you won’t fail me.” The chance of him killing you three if you did was too high to think about. After all you weren’t like Fizz, you didn’t have a sin to fall back on. “Now, I have to go see what Lu’s been up to.”

Yes, Mammon would finally get his chance to see the prideful sin after such a long time. Many of his bribes fell of deaf ears, something that annoyed him greatly.

Green smoke surrounded him once again, and instead he appeared in front of the elegant castle the king himself lived in.

Years since Mammon last saw Lucifter. All the sins had was a duck in his chair with a note saying he’ll be right back. But he wasn’t coming back. Something Mammon struggled to understand.

The sins had known each other for thousands of years. It was that sentiment that convinced Lucifer to let Mammon inside.

“Lu! It’s been too long.” A nervous smile crossed Lucifer's face, ducks all over his home.

“Yeah, Mam, what’s been goin’ up with you?” If it was anyone beside Mammon they would have seen his dry gulp.

“Been on tour!” Mammon arms warped around his fellow sin. “Ya comin to the show today, right?”

Lucifer wanted to say no, but there was something about Mammon's look that made him pause. It wouldn’t be so bad to spend a few hours out of the house, would it? A Mammon show didn’t run that long, it was his competitions that were.

“That’s today?” Lu picked up one of the many ducks scattered across the floor, squeezing it. Mammon slowly blinked. “Well, I don’t have anything planned.”

“Yay!” Mam squeezed him tightly, laughing with such joy. “Your gonna fuckin’ love it.”

Rather than Lucifer teleporting himself, he let Mammon do it. Lucifer didn’t know where his show was set up, and he was sure Mammon had seats already in mind.

A giant neon light centered the stage; ‘Glitz, Glam, Gleam.’

Those must be the performers, Lucifer thought. Many sat in the arena, all paying a ridiculous price to watch this show. Nothing with Mammon came cheap.

“So, uh, who’s preforming?” Mammon swallowed his food before answering his question.

“My new clown sisters, that fucker Fizz went and jacked it with Ozzie.” Bitterness etched in greed’s voice, causing pride silence.

Ozzie and Mam were on the outs? When did this happen?

Lucifer didn’t have a chance to ask. Instead the lights all around them dimmed, only to relight with a mean blue.

A single clown sister stood, waiting for her cue. This was it, the show was starting.

(Get ready for a new look) 

You walked forward, your voice coming from the mic flawlessly. 

(New rhythm and a new hook)

Glitz appeared from behind you, a sinful smile on her lips making the crowds go wild. 

(Not here to cuddle, more like leave you in a puddle)

Your hands joined together, taking each practiced step with perfection. 

(little double trouble ya boy shook)

Your backs pushed together, and in that moment Glam was presented to the crowd.

(Here’s the stitch, feed sin with ya taxes) 

Glam’s steps were fast, just as her voice hushed the crowd. 

(Greedy greed wins where the cash is)

You and Glitz started to pick up the temp Glam put down. Your eyes never diverted away from the crowd. 

You didn’t take a misstep, no the choreography was practiced too much for you to even think of it. 

Sinners wore your merch, shouted your name, sung your song. It was orgasmic. 

Slowly the song started to slow, the light shifting back to the blue rather than the yellow that complimented your sister. 

(Give in to temptation, take your time, I’ll be patient)

Like a siren your voice echoed through the room. 

Lucifer didn’t hear Mammon’s cheers, he heard you, and only you. His eyes didn’t wander away to your sisters, instead they burned into you. 

Your voice was like a siren, and he was trapped in your enchantment.

His ears rang, and his sole focus was you. Not the other million worries on his mind. 

He watched as you took steps back away from your sisters, in awe of the wings spreading from your back. 

(I’m a klown bitch)

You flew over the audience with your sisters. Lucifer wasn’t the only one in awe, it was the entire audience. You flew to each marker, running your hands along some of the sinner's hands. Slowly the three of you regrouped at the top seats. Mammon, and Lucifer. 

The three of you circled them, your wings flying with elegance before landing onto the stage all together.

You huddled next to each other, a wicked smirk on your face – full of the temptation you sung about. Your wings once again hid before water soaked the three of you. 

Lucifer's grip on his cane tightened. The water stuck your clothes to your body, showing each curve, each dip, and even your perky nipples. 

Everyone paused, the music stopped, and the three of you held your breath. Slowly your eyes raised, meeting the king of hell. The pause was too long, and for a moment you saw your downfall. Your future, it all relied on this moment, on the king.

Unbearing silence, and then,

Lucifer clapped, and screams flooded.

You didn’t fuck it up. You finally felt relief in your sigh. Lucifer gaze never left yours, and a strange feeling boiled in your skin. Pride.

You couldn’t make out the words between him and Mammon, you only saw his lips moving and Mammon's undeniable grin.

With one last bow, the curtains drawled to a close. Instantly your sisters started cheering, jumping all around you while you stood in silent disbelief. All of your hard work, time, dedication, finally paid off. Your future was secured for the time being. You couldn’t help the small laugh leaving your throat. A smile accompanying your face.

You were ecstatic, and Mammon was even more so. Not only did you impress all of Pride Ring, you also made Lucifer enjoy your act.

Mammon wasn’t expecting his proposal, after all it had been years since they even last talked to each other. So when, “I have an idea, a business opportunity.” left his mouth Mammon felt stumped, but elated.

After all, Lucifer didn’t ever present Mam with a business idea since Greeds knock off Lu Lu world, Loo Loo Land.

Many Imps busted around the two sins, rushing to close down the show and set up the meet and greet.

“So what’cha had in mind, Lu?”

“I propose that you lend me a clown sister to work for me – until your next big tour.” Lucifer puffed out his chest in pride. “In return I’ll stop sending lawsuits for copy rights.”

Lucifer stood with pride, not letting his nerves show to his fellow sin. This was a deal Mammon would take, he knew that. The amount of money Mammon spent on lawyers for copyrights was enough to fund an entire city.

“That’s it? You only want one of them?” His question sounded out the air between them.

“One of my choosing.” Lucifer clarified, he wanted you. No one else, he had found enjoyment in your performance. The king didn’t even notice your sisters, you were the star of the show.

This was a request so unlike Lucifer to make. Never once did he ask for something from the other sins, in fact he liked to have everything done alone and to himself. Since his wife left, he didn’t even talk face to face with another person.

Years of silence in his home. He grew lonely.

A wild grin grew on Mammon's face, “it’s a fuckin’ deal!” A green light glowed from one of his palms, and a golden hue colored Lucifer’s as the two sins shook on it.

“Deal.”

Lucifer didn’t really like making deals. Found the idea of it to be deceptive. Everyone would always try to find loopholes around their bind. No one could be held to their word anymore, people would only trust a magic that would enforce the others ends.

Lighting screamed out across Sin City. Acid rain would no doubt follow, hell and it’s horrible weather.

“I’ll get her right away.” Lucifer stopped Mammon before he left.

“There’s no need for such urgency. Send her over later this evening. Gleam I believe she’s called.” He wasn’t so cruel that he wouldn’t let you say goodbye to your sisters. And he also wouldn’t keep you locked up with him forever, no matter how compelling the idea was.

Lucifer disappeared in a cloud of red smoke, leaving just as he came.

You watched the new report following your performance. The popular late night host, Vox, retelling how stellar the performance seemed to be. He also spoke of the king's attendance — with a photo of Lucifer clapping appearing on the screen.

You were in awe, everything worked out. You would no doubt be prepping on your next tour after this, maybe you’d get a week off, but no more.

You officially had a name in the shining lights, and you thrived in it. It felt good to be loved and adored by fans you didn’t even think of. Idolized.

The door to the backstage busted open, cheers still being heard from outside. But that was drowned out by Mammon's voice.

“Gleam get your shit over here,” his accent filled the room, and you listened to him.

“Yes sir?” You walked past your sisters, just out of their ear shot.

“You're gonna go work for Lucifer until my next tour — so for about a year.”

His words made your heart stop, and then it started to fall. Right into your stomach — fear stinging you from the inside. He wasn’t cutting you was he? You gave everything—he couldn’t— shouldn’t.

“Why?” Your voice sounded pathetic, and it was even worse when you looked up to the sin in hope that maybe his mind would change. “I did everything right. You can’t cut me.”

“I can do whatever I like.” He sneered before sighing, “besides it’s just for a year — you’ll still be sent all the choreography and songs. You’ll just also be working for Lucifer until then.”

That…wasn’t so bad. You weren't out of a job — in fact you gained another. Maybe this would be an opportunity for you. You didn’t know how — but you could make it work. You always did.

You walked back over to your sisters. Overwhelmed to say the least. When you explained what was happening, jealousy was obvious from them. But you could also tell that they would miss you — even if they were jealous.

You packed your clothes, and got in the car that was sent for you. You didn’t hug your sisters goodbye, but instead promised to call and see them soon.

Unknown to you however, the second Mammon texted him you were on your way, Lucifer panicked.

He cleaned his room that was filled with ducks, replaced every bedding, and used his angelic magic to make sure no dust was in sight.

He could do this, it was going to be fine — a mantra he repeated in his head. Until he heard the door bell echo out. Okay you were here, this was the moment. Now or never.

He opened the door to see you, two suitcases that were packed full, and a smile on your lips that looked too easy.

You were actually here, and real.

Over the next few months you got to learn more and more about Lucifer. While spending three days of the week performing at his amusement park, you’d be with him the rest of the time.

It was mind boggling to say the least. The man that was feared so much, was actually a loser that loved ducks. It was refreshing to see something so special in a place that snuffed special things out.

Slowly you started to notice that lots of portraits of Lilith started to come down. When you found the courage to ask him about it, under the guise of mundane curiosity, he simply smiled.

“Yeah, it’s been years and…she isn’t coming back.” A pause. “Besides this house is yours as much as mine now, I’d doubt you’d want another woman always staring at you.” His little laugh was the sinker.

It was at that moment your silly crush began. Even though you’d only stay with him for a year, he still carved a place in his home for you. The first time anyone willingly made room for you.

Lucifer would notice your change after that. How could he not, you were so obvious. The flirting, the heart eyes you threw at him. It was all there, and it took far too much effort from him to resist it. Resist you.

Because he cared for you, cared for you so much, and now he didn’t want to risk losing what you had built because of some tension.

But tension was building, and thickening fast. Suffocating not just him but you as well.

Light touches would make the both of you stay up all night thinking about each other, while longing glances filled your mornings. The two of you consumed each like two stars burning up.

It was intense to say the least.

Eventually the string holding you two back, was bound to snap. And when it did, your two were flames with gasoline thrown on.

It was an early morning. Lucifer was making pancakes, while you prepared tea. Lucifer liked tea in the morning and would drink coffee in the later afternoon. You knew him so well now, it was crazy to think it wasn’t that long ago since you first met.

“Luci, could you hand me a spoon?” He flipped the pancake perfectly, before walking and handing a spoon for the drawer that was closer to him.

It was early, very early. Light had barely started to appear in hell, and that was his excuse. He wasn’t fully thinking when he walked up behind you placing the spoon on your tray while wrapping his body around you. His arms hold you closely.

“There you go, honey.”

Naturally your hand found its way on his, murmuring softly. “Thank you.”

The two of you paused, feeling one another. Relishing in the feel and scent of the other, and then you felt it.

Pressing up against your ass was Lucifer, who subtly, unknowingly, started to grind against you.

You didn’t stop him, in fact you pushed back against him. Feeling a heat of your own pooling deep inside you.

A pathetic whimper left the man behind you, his grip tightening. “Fuck,” your name fell past his lips — like a worship. His voice was raspy, yet whiner.

You didn’t say anything, but the moment you turned around, the two of you were on one another. Kissingly wildly, pulling at each other, tugging the others lips.

Your hands explored his body, while his tongue ravished you.

“Lucifer.” You called out his name, your mind clouded with lust that seemed to be embedded inside you. “More.”

Shivers ran down the angel's body at your plea. He would give you everything.

“Take whatever you want from me,” he whispered against your skin, as he kissed further down your hot neck.

Your hands gripped his hair hard, tugging at his scalp.

“Take it all.” He whimpered.

And suddenly somehow, Lucifer haze lifted just enough to turn the stove off with magic rather than leaving your embrace.

“You’ll give it all?” You asked, your breathing coming in pants now.

“For you, yes.” The robe he wore was ripped open, while he pushed you up onto the island counter. Finally after months of teasing looks, late night dreams, it was finally happening.

Lost in him you barely noticed your teeth grazing the shell of his ear, slightly biting down. Your sharp teeth drawing his angelic blood. His loud groan filled the ambiance, pathetically pushing further up against you. The pain numbed into pleasure.

It had been far too long since the king let out his pent up sexual frustration, and now you would milk him dry of it. “You're so beautiful.” You could barely hear his mumbles, and instead focused on your own pleasure. Like the greedy thing you are.

You rubbed yourself on him, his hard length fitting against you perfectly, before pushing your shorts down your thighs and off your legs. “I need you, Luci.” He pushed down his boxers, just enough to slip himself out of them. “I want you.”

It was embarrassing how hard he already was, how much he wanted you. His leaky tip burning hot in desperate need of you. He felt like such a loser at how your words drawled out such a weak side of him.

“Oh pretty baby,” you teased – he truly was desperate for you. How long was he waiting for this? You would take full advantage of the grip you had over the King at this moment.

Many times you indulge in sex, however laying with the king of hell was a first. It was such a power trip. He needed you, and he would do anything to have you. “You're so eager."

He nodded, pushing your panties to the side. He was ready to be inside you, he could tell you were as well when he felt your wetness. So the whine escaping him when you pushed a hand against his stomach, halting him, was loud and needy.

“You're not even going to say please first?”

“Please baby.”

“Please what?”

His breathing hitched. You were being cruel and he loved it. Loved being ruled by you. A temptress through and through.

“Please let me fuck you, make you feel good, making you cum.” He kissed your fingers one by one, “and then let me taste you after you’ve come all over my dick.” Oh, he knew exactly what to say. “I need it, I’ll do anything to feel you, be in you.”

“Please. Please. Please–” You shut him up with a kiss, making sure to bite his lip hard enough to taste the metallic blood.

“Fuck me, now.” His hands reached around you pulling by your ass closer to him. Pushing himself fully inside you. “Oh,” You moaned – he felt perfect inside you. Never had you felt so full.

Meanwhile it took everything in Lucifer not to cum. It had been too long, and you felt heavenly.

You wrapped around him like a vice, coming for vengeance. It was carnal.

“You feel so good,” his words slurred as he felt drunk on you. It boosted your ego, the king practically worshiping your pussy. “Can’t stop.”

He thrust into you, over and over again. Each time hating leaving your heat, but moaning when you sucked him back it.

“Thank you,” his voice was shaking. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He desperately already wanted to cum — but refused to. You needed to finish first. He refused to settle for anything less.

“Thanking me for what,” your own voice raspy. “Letting you fuck me like your some kind of lust demon?”

“Yes!” He cried out. “Thank you, feel so good—“ a loud moan fell, your own mixing with his.

“I wanna see you cum, please.”

This was what he so desperately needed, and you would give it to him. If he asked just right.

“I don’t know if I should.” A tugging whine. “Maybe you should convince me.”

“I’ll do anything, I just need you to cum all over me. You're squeezing me so tightly, I know you want it.” More heavy breathing, “I want it, I want you, I want you to cum — need to feel your pussy squeezing me.” More loud moans.

“So do it,” your words shattered him. “Make me cum while you fill me up.

Like a beast, he pushed deeper in you, farther, like on some mission. His claws reach between the two of you, and rubbed at the nub of your clit.

“Give it to me.”

So you did, you finished all over him. Coating his dick in a wetness he’ll be thinking about forever, while he pushes a new reach inside you. Filling you up, and staying there. Making sure no cum came out of you.

Sweat stained your skin, sticking to you both.

“Fuck, your everything and more.”