Author's Note: I'm back! So, I've decided to start another "Lucifer" series. This will be a seven-story series, and I will be keeping my O.C.s and character relationships. This story takes place after season two finale.

Los Angeles: 9-21-17, 8:52 p.m.

It was a windy day in the city of angels, and several people were enjoying the breeze. A woman jogging down the street lifted her head to enjoy the cooling breeze. That was her first mistake. Suddenly, she was yanked into an alleyway, and a group of men surrounded her. One of them walked towards her carrying a knife.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. It won't hurt… much." The guy whispered in her ear as she tried to struggle against them.

"This is gonna be good. Can't wait to- hey, hey. Check it." Another one of them pointed to the alley entrance, where another woman stood, clad in a white dress and a gold mask. "Two for one."

"Now that's a deal I can get behind." One of the well-built ones went for the newcomer. As he grabbed her, the mysterious woman plunged her hand right through his chest.

"Sorry, sweetie…" she said softly into his ear, shoving him off and ripping his heart out of him in the process. "- but I need more sustenance."

"She killed José! Get here!" The others started to rush her, when the woman in white made her victim's heart glow red. Seven strands of energy sprung from it and impaled everyone in the alley.

"I hate to do this to you all. I hate to needlessly waste lives, even if they are scumbags." She walked over to the jogger and held the woman's chin in her hands. "Especially you. An innocent life should never be taken so forcefully. But, you see…" the white dressed woman removed her mask so only the jogger could see her face. "I need to be pretty again."

At that, all seven of her victims exploded in red light, and the woman put her mask back on.

"You happy with what you started? Soon, I have what you took from me… Morningstar." And with that, she disappeared, leaving behind an image of dove burned into a wall.

Lux: 9-21-17, 9:06 p.m.

The party, as it always was at Lux, was incredible. People were drinking, dancing, and some were even hooking up in the bathrooms. So, basically any other night at the nightclub. And all eyes were on him. The man who sat at the piano and played the most elegant music you would ever hear. Lucifer Morningstar, club owner, consultant to the L.A.P.D., and (known only to a few) the former ruler of Hell. He was finally free of his damnation, but this was far from an ordinary day for him. The crowd roared in applause as he finished his song.

"Thank you, thank you." He got up and bowed slightly to his adoring audience, and noticed a familiar face at the bar. Working his way through the crowd, he found his target.

"Detective. What brings you here: work, pleasure or both?" he said smirking.

"Work. And protective service. A perp escaped from lockup about three hours ago. I'm your protective detail until they're found." Chloe Decker, his partner handed him a folder marked "L.A.P.D.". "Remember her?"

Lucifer looked inside the folder and saw a face he forgot long ago. "My, my, my. It seems you were right to inform me of this, detective."

"Okay, so I'll be outside your door tonight and we'll have a unit at- "

"Um, detective, not to "harsh your mellow", so to speak, but I"m actually safer without you here." Lucifer walked away, only to be pulled back by Chloe.

"Do you not remember what happened last time? What happened with Aphrodite?"

"Yes. She kidnapped us both, tried to torture me, and got her face burned by a gas explosion. Good times. Now, if you'll excuse me..." once again, Chloe dragged him back.

"Lucifer, just once can you do as I ask?"

"Fine, mum." Lucifer rolled his eyes at her. "So, shall we go to the penthouse now, or would you want to do a security search on the strippers?"

"... You are..." Chloe grabbed him by the wrist and led him to the elevator.

"... So, it that a "no"?" Lucifer asked as she dragged him inside, the doors closing behind them.