Okay. This is set during St. Lucifer. Lucifer is trying to be a giving person. So, if its out of character that is my excuse.

~Lucifer does not belong to me, and I do not own the show. This story is for entertainment purposes only. Enjoy.

"Get out of my home!"

He remembers how mad his father was. If he was to be completely honest, he was kinda scared of him in that moment.

Michael sighed as he sipped his drink. The liqueur burned his throat but he didn't mind. It just proved that he could still feel something other than the emptiness in his chest.

'Why couldn't I have just kept my damn mouth shut?' He thought to himself.

Michael suddenly tensed up. He felt something strange. Starting in the pit of his stomach and up his spine.

"You look a bit lonely lad. Care to explain why you are still sitting here alone in the middle of sch a grand party?" A British voice said from behind him.

'Oh, God..'

"Oh. I'm sorry. I just didn't feel like socializing. My apologies if that offends you." Michael said sarcastically. A certain undertone of bitterness in his voice.

"Did I strike a nerve with you?" Suddenly the man is right in his ear. He can hear the smirk in his voice.

"No. I'm just trying to enjoy my drink alone." Michael replied.

"You wouldn't mind if I join you then? As you may have know, I am the owner of this fine establishment and I want to make sure everybody is having a good time. It is my job after all."

"Well, you run it well I'll admit." Michael chugged the rest of the contents in his cup. Laying the cup back down he sight. 'So-long to my peace and quiet.' He already regretted coming here, but he couldn't go to any other bar due to his reputation. This was his best option.

"I'm not really a club person. I'm more of a small town bar kinda guy."

"Then why come here? Decided to change it up a bit?" The handsome man grinned and took a drink from his own cup. Inviting himself to take a seat next to the lonely stranger.

"Yeah. Lets go with that.." Michael said. Wishing he had another drink so he had something to do with his hands.

"Ah, no worries. We all have our dirty little secrets. My name is Lucifer." Lucifer looked at the side of Michael's head. Wondering why he's even trying to make conversation with him. But boredom is not something Lucifer is fond of and the stranger looked interesting enough.

"Nice to meet you Lucifer. I'm Michael"

"So, you refuse to tell me why you are not up and enjoying all the sin?" Lucifer's grin got wider. "Or where you came from? I haven't ever seen you here before and I like to get to know my costumers personally." Lucifer said in such a way that it made Michael slightly uncomfortable.

"Uh. No, its not that I'm not enjoying myself. I just got a lot on my mind and it been a long day." (Name) admitted to Lucifer.

"Ah, now. What kind of struggles are you facing?" Lucifer asked. He couldn't explain it, but Michael interested him. 'Could it be that I'm just that bored?' Lucifer thought.

Michael looked over at Lucifer. He looked into his dark eyes that seemed to draw out every single one of his secrets to the surface. He felt like his whole life story was written on his forehead.

"I-I got into a fight with my dad." Michael reluctantly said. 'Why am I telling him things?' Michael scolded himself for being so weak.

"Ah. I know the feeling. Fathers can be so over bearing sometimes. It's like no other way is right unless its their way!" Lucifer stated. A look of amusement in his eyes. But Michael could see the resentment underneath it.

"The argument was mostly my fault. My father is a preacher and has a huge dedication to the cross. Very passionate. And I accidentally spoke my opinion." Michael said. The bitterness returning to his voice and slipping onto his face like a mask to cover up the hurt.

Lucifer smirked. "Yes, my father is quite the holy roller himself. I for one have no use for it."

"He always takes up the church before his family. But I think I really fucked up this time." Michael sighed.

"What could have been so bad that you had to run here?" Lucifer was genuinely interested in this story.

"Well.. And you may think I'm crazy. But.. I defended the Devil." Michael said. Feeling more comfortable than he should have, sitting at a bar with this stranger, telling him personal information.

The Devil himself was socked to say the least. 'Defending me?' He thought.

The atmosphere was changing. Lucifer wanted to know more. "Well, what was it you actually said?"

Michael was shocked. He thought he was going to get thrown out on the street.

"I told him that the Devil didn't make me do what I did. I chose to do those things. And I said the same about him. And actually. If you even read the Bible, the Devil never really does anything considered evil. An asshole maybe. But not evil."

Lucifer smiled softly. The condescending smirk gone. 'What a lovely way to think of me.' Lucifer thought. Never really knowing how desperate he was for a companion. Someone who understood where he was coming from.

"I never understood why they always put all the blame for their wrong doings on someone else."

"I know. I know what I did. The Devil never once whispered in my ear and told me to do it. I made a choice. And I was ready for the consequences. But my dad was dead set on putting me in the church and trying to make me a better man." Michael air quoted. Suddenly very aware of the conversation he was sharing. With a man named Lucifer non-the-less.

"Hey. Is Lucifer your real name?" Michael asked.

"I was waiting on that." Lucifer chuckled. "As a matter of fact. It is. God given I'm afraid."

"This seems to be very personal to you too. I'm glade I'm not the only one who thinks like this." Michael smiled. The made eye contact and kept it until (Name)s phone started ringing. Making Lucifer glare at it and Michael jump slightly.

"Its my dad." Dread filling Michael's stomach.

"Oh dear. What would he do if he knew his son was in such a sinful place speaking to the Devil himself?" Lucifer chuckled. Michael laughed a little.

Michael answered his phone. "Hello?"

"Don't 'hello' me Michael! Where are you?! You are suppose to be here! Helping me with night service!" A gruff voice can be heard from the phone. Lucifer frowned. 'What kind of preacher is he?'

Michael rolled his eyes. "Just a few hours ago you were screaming about how you didn't want to see me again. Why would I want to come back around after that?" Michael was very calm. Lucifer thought it was rather strange but accepted that not everybody had his fiery temper.

"You have a job! You went and let that Devil get a hold of you! You have to shake him off! I will not have a son that doesn't show respect to my God!" The voice got angrier by the second.

"Then maybe you don't have a son." Not said as a question. Not whispered. And not taken back. Lucifer didn't know what the feeling in his stomach was. He didn't understand this man. Taking the fall for the Devil.

'Maybe dad really is looking after me..' Lucifer thought.

Michael ended the call. His dad still screaming on the other line.

"He's a Baptist." Michael said. "Sorry you had to listen to that. He has a way of knowing everything I'm doing at all times, and insists on ruining all my good times." Michael chuckled nervously. Hoping his father didn't ruin his new found friend.

Lucifer shook his head. Shaking all the confusing thoughts from it. "Don't worry. It was no problem. I've had my fair share of fights with my father."

Michael looked at his watch. "Damn. I have to go. I have work in the morning and I can't miss another day." Getting up to go he was held back by Lucifer.

Lucifer pulled his hand away quickly. Not understanding why he stopped Michael from leaving.

"Umm. Well. If you ever get lonely again just come back." Lucifer said. Trying to regain his usual suave demeanor.

"I'll be sure to." Michael smiled.

Lucifer felt his stomach knot up as he watched Michael leave. Maneuvering through the throng of people.

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Well guys! I hope you liked it. If it gets enough reviews I'll make another chapter. This can be the intro.