How did they manage to get stuck in a hailstorm of bullets and why did the detective have to be near? He couldn't do anything with her so close because she made him mortal and bullets didn't just bounce off of him. But then they were pinned down by the drug cartel they had been investigating. Lucifer was trying to figure out what he was going to do when a flutter of wings took the detective a safe distance away. He knew when she was far enough away because he felt himself be hit by a bullet and it not hurt. Lovely he thought to himself. Now I can inflict real punishment. it took very little time and effort for him to disbatch the criminals and when he was done his mystery rescuer whispered in his ear.
"The devil owes me" it purred like silk.
"Indeed, he does. My penthouse above Lux later tonight. Meet me there and we can have a proper chat you and me. I look forward to it." Lucifer told the voice and went to find the detective she had arresting to do and he had explaining that she wouldn't believe to do.
Much later that very evening lucifer entered his penthouse and instantly knew his guest was there. He could feel her. She wasn't an angel but she wasn't of the human and their earthly selves either. She was different as all other beings are.
"im alone, you can show yourself. We can have that chat I promised you." He told the darkness as he poured himself a drink.
What walked out of that darkness very nearly made his heart stop beating. Her hair was brown and straight, her blue eyes watched him with keen interest. Her silver wings were splayed out behind her as if she were ready for an attack. The simple t-shirt and jeans she wore hid what true power lay hidden beneath the fabric. No, the devil knew this creature all too well. In fact, he had loved her once. And he had thought she had loved him a millennia ago. She was there when he fell, she had betrayed him to his brothers. So why was she here and saving him, making him owe her. What did she want? To be forgiven? He wasn't sure he could do that even if she called in her debt to do so.
"Telamara I haven't thought about you well ever. What do you want?" lucifer asked enjoying her flinch at his first comment.
"I wanted you to be in my debit but not just barely in my debt. No, I wanted you to owe me your life. Which you now do. And what my dear devil am I going to do with that?" she asked him playing her part as the one who betrayed him.
Lucifer snorted. "I don't owe you a life debt my dear."
"No? then if I hadn't gotten your detective out of there you both would have died from all those bullets flying around. Getting her out saved you both. So, no your right, you don't just owe me for your life but hers as well. If we want to get technical." Telamara replied casually.
Lucifer felt his blood run cold as he thought about it. If telamara hadn't come when she did. Then both he and the detective would have indeed died. By that logic he did owe her for both their lives. This was not good. His drink was forgotten in his hand. She had him dead to rights and she knew it. She could ask for anything. Anything. And he could not refuse her.
Telamara tilted her head and let out a laugh. "If you could see the look on your face. You are just beginning to see the depths of what I did. What I could ask. You know, now don't you? You do owe me for both your lives."
Lucifer nodded and waited. She didn't do all this to not already know what she wanted. When she said nothing more. He grew impatient he got in her face his eyes glowing a dangerous red color that didn't bother her in the least.
"get on with it, what do you want? You didn't come all this way to set this up to play games. Spit it out. Make your request and let's get this over with."
"Isnt it obvious lucifer? I want you to be my pet for the rest of eternity. I want to put the devil on a leash and parade him before god and the angels. Prove to everyone I was able to do what they could not. That's the price of this particular debt."