Myth!AU - Unforeseen Side Effects

[upforanything]

It's hard to relax after a long shift roaming around the city and maintaining the teetering balance but what made it all the more easier was the fact that his partner was awaiting in his apartment and graciously welcomed him back when he arrived. There was still some residual exhaustion but he was eager to hold a small conversation before slipping away to clean himself up from the work day. The hardest part of the whole thing was making sure that Lucifer didn't simply barge into the bathroom while he took a shower to decompress peacefully for a couple of moments.

When he's all clean and dressed in but a simple t-shirt and shorts, the reaper eyes the belt that he carried on his person as a small prank formulated in his plan. Lucifer was rather fond of all manners of serpents and he was no stranger to what the belt could do. Still that didn't mean that Matthieu couldn't surprise him nonetheless.

Belt in hand behind his back, he slowly stalks through the halls to locate his quarry. It doesn't take much to locate the man who was lounging across bed in the guest bedroom downstairs, seemingly entertaining himself with whatever was on his phone. The perfect opportunity to strike. He doesn't waste the precious chance and charges into the bedroom with a tease in french before jumping onto the bed and wrapping the belt around the unsuspecting man's waist.

The magic is activated with a quick ignition feed of his energy. However something feels distinctly off this time though he can't investigate too much as he loses his balance and slips off the bed in the end. Mission success!

...though he didn't realize what he had really done.

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[deepestdesires]

Chicago, while still an epicenter of human culture it seems far less fun than Los Angeles, at least in Lucifer's opinion. The wind and the cold weren't exactly his style, but it was a necessary sacrifice to make because his reaper, yes his, had decided to make his home in the city and certainly a little bit of bluster wasn't going to keep the devil himself away from the man.

Speaking of his reaper, Matthieu had had something to do with work, and so Lucifer had found himself whiling away time on his phone, only half paying attention to his surroundings in the meanwhile. He thought he had heard the other man come home, but he hand't seen him yet.

Ah, wait. There's movement near the door, that's all well and fine. If Matthieu was feeling lonely, of course he was more than welcome to com and bother the devil. Encouraged, even.

But movement turns to heavy footsteps, and before Lucifer can even think of asking what in the world the reaper was up to this time, there's a surge of something that shifts his stomach and his entire world seems to shift. There were arms about his waist? No, something, but he can't fathom any thoughts beyond the fact that suddenly his center of gravity is very, very off, and with a string of curses foul enough to make even his most hardened of officers flush he topples from the bed.

Thankfully there's something, or someone actually, to catch his fall, but he still hits the ground with a rather undignified thud.

"What the Hell was that?" He manages to spit out, but the words feel slick in his mouth, and as he pushes himself up, there it is again: the world feels like it's shifting. As he shifts and tries to push himself upright there's a sharp noise, fabric splitting and tearing, and he suddenly freezes, eyes wandering down to his pants. His very expensive-

the sight that greets him is suddenly much more important than his trousers.

"Matthieu," the word is slow, filled with tension, "darling, light of my life, what did you do?"

Matt Snek

[upforanything]

Sure enough it proved that Lucifer wasn't stuck in that rather surprising half snake form of his when the arcana in the belt was finally spent. The man had made quite the use of the time and sure the reaper hadn't complained one bit but the belt needed to be looked over in case of damage. So for the time being it was placed away into his study to be examined later on.

A couple days later while he's readying for an afternoon shift in the city, Matthieu reluctantly heads off to the study. He can't find any of his other belts and he wasn't going to run around without one so he might as well bite the bullet and use the charmed one. It shouldn't do anything unless activated.

However in the midst of tucking in his shirt and straightening his tie, the belt now around his waist decided to activate on its own. His sense of balance is thrown out of whack as his legs give out from underneath him, forcing him to smack his back into the rug. He grunts at the pain but it's livable and nothing in the end. Not much could be said about the ripping of fabric though.

Cursing underneath his breath, he pushes himself up onto his elbows before groaning at his idiocy. Sure enough where there had once been legs was now a thick emerald and black scaled tail that twitched as he stared.

Dammit. So much for work.