Lucifer drinks the cup of blood. No one knows he does that; he does not do it very often either. He has no craving for it; he is a devil not a vampire.
Yet when he feels the misery of human wretchedness plunging his soul into darkness he drinks the blood of those he has punished. The cool rich liquid of the filthy animal dripping luxuriously into his throat, soothing his palate is cathartic. He feels avenged of all the hatred his father has imposed on him.
And everyday it seems his heart is sinking further into despair. He sees her, talks to her, teases her, even tolerates that puny little child of hers, yet he will not touch her. He will not relish those luscious lips on his body, nor smell that fragrant hair. He will not stare deep into those blue eyes and be lost forever. He who has never denied himself any guilty pleasure, he who is proud of extreme depths of depravity, will not touch her. He will not give his father the pleasure.
He will not stain her, he will not let his evil father's manipulations destroy him completely. For that's what his father is; an evil, egoistic, supremely narcisstic being who has bestowed suffering on poor little low lives to conduct his own multiple experiments. The poor little coop chicken does not even know what hit them; they bend over backwards to please their master just like Nazis did for their despotic tyrant. They do not know they are just pawns, that by walking the path of virtue and righteousness they only follow the grand designs of their creator who wants to maintain an illusion of control on his own creation.
Yet Lucifer know his dad has no control, he can only destroy the earth; but he cannot control the choice taken by these pesky little humans how hard he tries. No matter how many prophets he bestows, miracles he performs or sufferings he imposes, these humans have a mind of their own literally. They will follow their own path. So, Lucifer tempts them, seduces them drags them to the path of chaos and destruction in the hope that they will destroy themselves and put to end their ridiculous existence.
But where does Chloe fit in all this. He who thinks knows it all, he who understands God better than God does himself, cannot place her position in his universe. He only knows one thing, she is not here by chance. That she too has a purpose to fulfill and he will not touch her till he knows what purpose that is.
The door bell rings and Lucifer turn around. He hopes it is a woman, his frame is filled with the carnal desire of sin. He does not feel pain, nor does he fell the power of flesh. But what instead drives him madder is much further than that. It is all in mind, the temptation of forbidden acts, he hopes his night visitor has inhibitions, the fun would only start when the woman starts shedding those.
It is Chloe.
