Hello Lucifans and welcome to my first Lucifer fanfic! It's going to be dark but beautiful.
Special thanks to Shan my beta reader. Awesome human being :)
"Lucifer…" said Mazikeen. Hell's most brutal torturer didn't dare raise her voice in this menacing silence, where only a slight whining penetrated the atmosphere. Caution held her back, and for a hell of a good reason… but her curiosity was stronger, and she approached him slowly.
How long had it been since she had seen him like that? Decades? Centuries? Marvelous. Such an unpredictable Devil. A small wicked smile settled on her face as she stopped for a second and stared in excitement.
Lucifer sat in a chair with his back to her, which he had placed in the middle of the room. The lights above him flickered and in the rhythm of that light, dark splashes of blood gleamed on his grey colored suit. His arms rested on his thighs and his eyes gazed at his palms.
An instant euphoria welled up in her and she walked closer as she realized he had been a bad, bad Devil. Oh, she loved him that way from the depths of her cold-blooded heart. Good old Lucifer was back. The smile turned into a big grin as she went around him.
Unfortunately, there was no more blood on him beside the splashes. Irritated, her glance moved to the huddled, whimpering, pitifully battered man at his feet. It seemed he had spared his life. What a shame. He hadn't been able to kill a human at all.
"Why didn't you let me know?" she was deeply offended and crossed her arms. "Having all this fun without me."
Instantly, Lucifer broke away from his thought-ridden stare, as if he had only become aware of her presence in this moment. He glared at her menacingly and she backed away, though she didn't want to. Her instincts to escape immediately were to blame.
She feared Lucifer, but nobody could condemn her for it. Seething rage and iron bitterness had devoured his devilish eyes. The angry inferno behind his iris was about to burst, seeping in to the black nothingness of his corrupted soul. Every single muscle was tense. He shuddered inwardly behind an ironclad façade and looked at her as if he wanted to kill her.
"Well, you had your fun. But more importantly, what have you done?" Maze tried to retain her composure and waved in the direction of the open swing doors in front of them.
Lucifer was silent. He leaned back and reached with one hand into the inside pocket of his suit to grab the pack of cigarettes. Ignited solely by pressing the stub on the back of his hand, the cigarette only took one powerful breath before it completely turned to ashes between his thumb and forefinger.
Finally, he aspirated "She was here. She was here, and I was too late!"
His façade shattered, as did the chair which he tossed into the wall with inhuman force. He hadn't been able to hold his anger anymore. There he stood now with clenched fists, a growling beast swelling in his chest, while he tried desperately to bury the ancient monster again.
"Wait, are these tears in your eyes?" This astonished Mazikeen.
"Clean up!" he commanded at once and turned away from her, so that she couldn't judge his out of control emotions any further.
"You can't call me like a little charwoman cleaning up every mess you produce so carelessly!" she protested angrily.
"Don't speak to me like that Maze or I will rip you apart!" His warning was no empty threat. "Just do as I say and complain later."
She couldn't believe how this human Detective had affected him gravely. That he went this far just for her. However, there was no time to hesitate. "Oh, hell no. Don't leave me here alone with your filthy mess. We'll do this together, Lucifer. I am the most suitable hunter out there to find your precious little human," she demanded fiercely. No way he left her behind again. "Don't be an imbecile."
"Fine" he replied with a spitting tone. "I'm waiting outside." With hurried steps, he walked past Maze and didn't even pay her any more attention.
Maze snorted sourly, but she let him go and turned to the chaos he had left behind. She killed the lunatic in front of her with a clean cut to the throat, walked through the open swinging doors and entered a devastated room with eight or nine awfully injured, dead men lying everywhere around a poker table. She immediately realized that all these men had mangled themselves with all the things they had at hand. Well, this special kind of influence on humans was an ugly secret of his. Lucifer's gift not only drew out their deepest and darkest desires but also brought their corrupted lustful souls to light as he dug deeper into their minds.
"Looks can kill… literally," she hissed softly and made her way through the battlefield to the very last survivor of this little war. He shivered in a corner, bathed in blood. The cruel madness had seized him. Dead, torn eyes and a destroyed sanity. He was beyond saving.
Maze crouched down and raised the weapon that was still in the hands of another dead man. One shot solved the second problem. Then she lit them all up in Hellfire so there wouldn't be any trace left of the incident. With the flames spreading through every inch of the building, she immediately joined Lucifer, who held something up for her.
"I have to find her quickly and the only thing I have from her now is this blood-soaked scrap of her clothes" he explained. Maze nodded. Without looking back, they set out to find her.
Somewhere else...
"Why do I have to keep her in my lair?" the woman hissed to the shadows. "Let me kill her already."
"He fooled us both. We swore to destroy everything he holds dear, my love. What fun would that be, if he isn't even present…"
