What joy, apparently, I'm the son of Lucifer, and you know whats worse? My dad just threw me away when I was a fucking baby! Well, since I'm an angel now (technically the devil, I guess, don't know much about this angel and devil crap) so after I had enough of dealing with hell. I took over a dead person's body and now I'm living the life here in Manhattan, until things went down the drain after the whole kidnapping crap down in central park.
And if your thinking what could possibly go wrong? Well, my sister, Lucy, is in jail all because of the murder! Which means I have to find evidence to prove her innocent. Yippee.
Right now, I'm talking with my uncle. He told me that he knew someone who could help me solve this case. He handed me a phone number. "The police?" I asked. "Trust me, these two have solved cases faster than how you always needed a diaper change." He said. Better than nothing, I guess. Leaving. I went to my hotel room. Dialing the numbers. "Hello, this is Lucifer Morningstar, how may I assist you?" A british voice asked. Oh lord. Him again.
The last thing I needed was for my dad to reject me again so I hung up. Deciding I could handle it alone, I mean, c'mon. I have x-ray vision and telepathy, what could possibly go wrong?
(Lucifer)
Well that was rude. Decker took the phone out of my hand. "This is why I don't let you anywhere near the phone." She told me. "They hung up anyway." I shrugged. "Lucifer, we have a case to solve, someone is in jail for a crime they didn't commit." She said.
"Yes, I know, what a shame. Hmm?" I said. Thinking this must be my mother's voodoo. The detective sighed. "What am I going to do with you?" I smirked, "how about we go to my penthouse and find out?" Groaning, she walked off. "Was it something I said?" I called out.