"I'll trade you a Kitkat for a Snickers!"
"No way! Snickers are the best!"
"Aw, c'mon!"
The children scamper about outside. Lucifer pretends he doesn't hear them. They'll just upset him- make him want to burn the whole town of Lawrence, Kansas. And that's entirely not part of his plan. So he ignores them. Halloween for the humans. A funeral anniversary for him.
Stull Cemetery is still and quiet. Maybe it's because there's no wind. Maybe it's because Lucifer is the only one there. But then again, maybe it's because of old legends and the date. Lucifer tries not to be vain and say that the stillness is because it's him that's here. He's vain to an extent, but that's going a tad far.
Lucifer walks down the rows of gravestones silently, dressed in a suit and tie (black, naturally). His vessel is confused, but Lucifer does not clue him in.
Only two graves catch the devil's eye in a yard of at least one hundred. The first is Mary Winchester's. There are no flowers by her plain headstone. Lucifer also knows for a fact there's no body beneath the earth that the headstone would mark. Almost sadly, Lucifer steps off the main path to stare down at the dark, cold stone.
Out of nowhere he conjures a bouquet of roses. He crouches down and places them in front of her headstone horizontally so that it cannot fall. Lucifer sighs, pats Mary's headstone, and straightens himself up. Sidestepping, he continues down the isle of graves.
The newest ones are nearer the front, and Lucifer is going for a very old one. He knows exactly where it is, but he's in no hurry to get there. He almost struts down the isle, but his pace is still a controlled stroll.
The crunch of his dress shoes on long-dead October leaves is the only sound now- even the children have faded into the background. Farther back into the cemetery still, Lucifer can see his destination.
It's so far back that even the caretaker won't go back there to keep it clean. On the outside it maintains a look of tame exotic wonder, but Lucifer knows that as soon as he steps beyond the first few brambles that that appearance will abruptly cease.
And he's correct, mostly. Lucifer is this place's sole caretaker. He takes one long look around, and in a flash this place is just as clean and neat as the other part of the cemetery.
The grave Lucifer is looking for is directly beside his left foot, but he does not step to read the headstone, which is worn and weather-beaten; he doubts the words could be read anyways. He kneels this time, not caring if his suit gets dirty.
Where Lucifer is now is the old children's cemetery. His own child was buried there eons ago. Lucifer doesn't know if it was a boy or a girl, but he knows without a doubt that it's his child.
With a flourish, Lucifer conjures another bouquet- this time one made up of sunflowers and wild-growing beauties- and places them down with care. He sits then, staring at the ground exactly where the child's head would be.
As he'd heard it, the child had been but a babe when it died, not a week old. It had been too young to harness the sheer power that ran through it's veins and succumbed to death. It's mother, a human witch, killed herself with grief.
She had not known of his true identity. In fact, her grave was directly behind Lucifer. Should he chose to, he could turn a 180 and mourn her, too, but he does not. He will stay as he is until morning.
Just like every Halloween. The only other time Lucifer can visit is the vernal equinox, so he does not squander his time with others. He isn't sure why he visits his child. Perhaps because it is the on in many that he does not truly know. Perhaps it's pity- because he knows that this child, even without doing anything wrong, will never feel the touch of Heaven's Light.
He'll be gone by morning.
~End~