Mazikeen
The piano played that song again. The same one that he had been playing for weeks now. She had tried everything to coax him away from the piano. She brought him the most beautiful women she could find. Food she brought him the most decadent morsels she could get her demonic hands on. Nothing worked. He just sat there playing the piano staring at the urn.
She tried calling that daughter of his. What had happened in New York? He had left happy and eager to meet his grandchild. He came back a shell of the himself. She couldn't understand. He had lost offspring before. They would cause problems and the angels would take care of them. None of their deaths had affected him this way? Why was this one different?
She stood by the bar of his flat. His back to her. His head hung low. The song repeating on the piano. She approached him. "Are you hungry?" He wordlessly kept playing. "Lucifer. Please talk to me. I am here for you." She said to him. He looked up at her. His darks eyes filled with such sorrow. Such pain. He hadn't shaved in days. He was growing a rather uncomely beard. His hair disheveled. The smell of stale cigarettes and whiskey heavy upon the air.
She took his face in her hand. "Please. Eat something. Shave. Go outside."
He merely sighed. His eyes fell back to the piano. And then he began to play that song. She threw up her hands in frustration. She headed to the elevator. As she rode down she made a phone call. Maybe there was someone who could help. Someone he trusted.
She stood outside of Lux. It was quiet. Too early for the scantily clad to start lining up. She was waiting for her to show up. If anyone could help Lucifer. She could.
A cab pulled up to the curb. A blonde woman emerged. Wearing a black pencil skirt and a white blouse covered with a black blazer. Her blonde hair down up in a bun. She walked towards the demon. Her brown eyes gazing at her from behind glasses. "How is he Maze?" She asked.
Maze sighed heavily. "He is not himself." Maze turned and lead the other woman inside. They stood at the elevator. "I can't get him to leave the piano. He had been playing the same song for days." She started.
"I'll see what I can do." Replied the blonde woman.
The elevator dinged. "Go on up." Maze said to her. The other woman nodded and walked onto the elevator.
Dr. Linda
Dr. Linda saw the concern in Mazikeen's eyes. Her boss and friend was distraught. He hadn't come out of his flat for weeks. He only sat at his piano playing one song over and over. She watched as the elevator doors closed. She was AONE with her thoughts.
Lucifer had come to her with a detective seeking information on a singer who had been brutally murdered. From the moment he walked in she felt this hunger for him. Her entire being wanted him. She wanted to do things she never dreamed of with other men. He oozed charm. It did not bother her that he called himself the Devil. She was willing to work with him.
The elevator dinged and opened to the flat. This was the first time she had been up here. The drone of the piano carried throughout. She saw him slumped over the keys. Smoke rising from a cigarette. The flat was dark. The curtains drawn over the windows. She approached him quietly. His dress shirt dirty from days of wear.
He didn't seem to hear her. She noticed the urn upon the piano. It was exquisite. Black enamel with a golden inlay. She read the inscription upon reaching the piano. Isaiah Morningstar. She wondered what that meant. But it was clear it had everything to do with his current state. "Lucifer?" She started.
The music stopped as he looked at her. She gasped at his appearance. He had always been so well put together. Here his eyes reflected grief and pain. His face covered in a scraggly beard. He reeked of cigarettes and alcohol. Why hadn't Maze called her sooner?
"Hello Doctor." He responded softly. He didn't offer anything more. Just returning his gaze to the piano.
"Lucifer, Maze called me. She is concerned about you." Linda looked around. Her heart ached for him. She wanted to do everything she could to help. Her eyes rested on the urn. She reached out to touch it.
His hand came down on hers. She jumped at hi sudden movement. "Don't." He said firmly. "Just don't." His voice sounded angry. But there was more to it.
"Sorry." She pulled her hand back. "Do you want to talk? How was New York?" She started.
He shrugged. His gaze upon the urn.
"Did you meet your grandson?"
He nodded. But he remained silent.
"And your daughter, how is she?"
"Fine." He said. His gaze dropped to the piano.
Linda sighed. This was not going to be easy. "What happened in New York, Lucifer?" She tried getting him to respond. "I can help you. But you need to talk to me."
"What Is there to say, doctor?" He offered quietly. "Now, leave me to my grief."
She didn't leave. He gazed at her. She kept hers on him. "Your friends are worried. When was the last time you were outside?"
He stood up from the piano. Quietly he moved to the bar. He picked up a bottle of scotch and poured it into a glass. He took a long drink. He poured more into the glass. He drunk it down again. He moved to fill the glass a third time. His dark eyes watching her stand next to the piano.
He walked back to the piano. Sitting down silently. He began to play the song again. "I thought I told you to leave, doctor?" He said angrily.
"I want to help you, Lucifer."
He just shook his head. "Go." He whispered angrily. He moved his haunted gaze to her face.
She wanted to reach him. Help him. But she wasn't going to push him. She sighed. "Okay. I'll go. But if you need me. I'm here." She walked back to the elevator. As she waited for it to reach the floor, the sad melody began once more to play over the piano.
Author's Note: I am trying something new here. I don't normally write in the third person. But I needed to do so to present different views. This is still set in my AU. I hope you all like it.