Yes, I did it. (God damnit, there went my conviction that I would never touch romance but whatever) This is a spinoff of my other story Loss of Faith (sharing the same protagonist) but I decided to make it an independent story due to popular demand of this pairing so I can focus more on the relationship than on the overall plot. The story revolves around their first meeting and their developing relationship over time (with all the embarrassing mishaps that could happen) with things that aren't mentioned in LoF.

So, I hope you will like my first try on romance.


"A new recruit?" Lucifer frowned and crossed her arms before her chest. Her superior was here again and this time, with another favor to ask. She silently noted the connection with his favor asking and the depletion of her beer rations, but, since she didn't drink it anyway, she saw no harm in it.

Lindow opened his newly acquired can of beer with an acknowledging and happy hum. "Yeah, another New Type for Russia this time. She doesn't really have any real combat experience but her scores are good."

"Good scores don't make a good fighter." The woman clicked her tongue and rubbed her chin. Then she frowned in irritation as she went through the papers in her hand.

"Around Kota's age. Fifteen, I believe."

"So we really got some fresh meat there," She mumbled. The statement made the older male laugh. "Says the one who just started a few weeks ago." A soft sigh escaped her and she leaned back on the couch.

"I thought we both know that I'm hardly new to this kind of business. The only thing that still irritates me is, that the God Arc feels so 'light' compared to how it looks."

"Ah, don't stress yourself with that. You are already going beyond expectations."

"The only thing that gives me a headache is the reason why we need another New Type."

"Is that jealousy I hear? Don't worry, nobody can replace our little demon-spawn." Lucifer gave him a deadpan look. "Wow, this one was bad. Even for you." Lindow laughed nervously and combed with a hand through his black hair. "Ah, come on, Rookie. Give me a break."

"You aren't giving me one, so I don't see the reason why I should." She shrugged her shoulders, offering him a faint smirk which vanished a second later. "Fine, I will come tomorrow and take a look at her."

"Don't look so grim, Rookie. She might be totally alright."

"I admit that's a possibility and since she is on our team, I have to tolerate her either way." She sighed again. "…Let's hope it doesn't go any different. This already gives me an uncomfortable feeling."

"It will be fine. Trust me, you will like her."


"You must be the other New Type..." The girl muttered, mustering her thoroughly with her eyes as if she wanted to evaluate Lucifer judging on looks alone. "I apologize for my sudden question but in your profile I haven't found a name - or rather - a sick joke thereof."

Out of the corner of her eyes, the one spoken of threw a look in Lindow's direction while he resisted the urge to smack his palm against his forehead in frustration. Not even five minutes into the conversation and this topic had to come up. The girl's haughty look and tone which she underlined by flipping her hair back were certainly not helping. He tried to break it up carefully as possible and it only earned him another unwise response.

"I beg pardon? What ridiculous reason would somebody have to name themselves after the devil? It just reeks of overconfidence and immaturity."

He was the leader but he certainly didn't sign up for this. Lucifer was a relatively calm and collected person who was, at least, a little bit sociable but he knew out of experience by just playing with her that she would crush somebody when she saw reason to. Nervously he glanced to Lucifer, silently pleading not to go ahead and seeing it as a challenge. She seemed calm at first as if she just ignored her but then she started to smirk.

"Oh, bloody hell…" He muttered silently to himself. This wasn't good.

"As for a new one without any battle experience, you sure don't seem to lack…" She paused, her tone calm and polite but underlined with an odd coldness which indicated that she was annoyed. "Overconfidence. I am well aware that this name can be considered corny by some, but it is just a name, isn't it?"

Lindow watched with a frown how for a split second the newcomer shrank away from the other female. Fortunately, Lucifer left it at that and returned to her usual short and polite conversation. As most of them left for the mission, he heard her chuckle in amusement for the possibly first time.

"Care to explain the joke?"

"Well, she is not nice and a little bit haughty and proud."

Lindow dreaded the next question he was going to ask.

"How bad is that?"

"I like haughty people." She suddenly admitted with a smile that made his blood run cold in this veins.

"Haha…Rookie. No offense there but why do I get a very bad feeling when you say that?" Her smile was almost predatory.

"Don't worry. I already told you that I will try to be civil and nice." Her smile vanished. "But I can't make any promises when she drags others through the dirt and causes problems with her overconfidence. You will agree with me, that this is not a very good behavior to show towards others."

"Just…take it easy on her, will you?"

"That, Leader, depends on her."


Prolog finished. I hope you liked it so far and yeah, Lindow is going to suffer for our entertainment. (I'm so sorry but someone had to do it xD)

Have a nice night,

TheNocturnalHunter