Authors Note.
Thank you for reading my first fanfiction, which I have edited after reading through the 16 chapters and I found it wondering off at tangents, so I have tried to pull it back into a more coherent style. I will replace these chapters as I reedit, so bear with me please as I want it to be a better story.
I love the story of Lucifer and the last season was the best since the first one came out all that time ago. I wanted to what drove the more supernatural characters to act the way they did. What was darkness was lurking beneath the fun in the show? It started when Maze was asked about her mother and she just looked sad.
This is M rated. There are dark themes explored from the first chapter including incest, non-consensual, swearing and sexual situations. Please be cautioned.
I have no Beta and this is my own work, the characters are owned by Netflix/Fox, please do not sue me!
Thank you Kyoko minion for your input, without it I might have smothered this little monster in its sleep.
This story starts just after the fight at the Mayan Club with the demons. The story is vague on timeline after that on purpose, as I don't want to distract the reader from having to look up stuff that happened in the seasons.
Enjoy
Outside the Mayan…
The echo of her bare feet slapping against the pavement was the only sound in the quiet street at that time of night. She shivered as the cool breeze wrapped round her, the flimsy material of her dress was no barrier to the cold even on a balmy Los Angeles evening. She measured her steps so she appeared to be walking without purpose, any casual observer would dismiss her one admiring glance at her perfect body and waterfall chestnut hair. When she was out of sight of the club, she switched up her pace until throwing herself gratefully into the back of the waiting car.
The driver started the car and she looked out of the window, her dark eyes swimming with worry and chewing her fingers as she processed what had just happened. The driver looked at her in his rear view mirror where he wondered what had happened to the beautiful woman. He decided that he had to speak to her even though as a rule he hated doing that as in his experience of being an Uber driver he got tipped more for not asking any questions when picking up people that late at night around the clubs of L.A.
"Had a fight with your boyfriend miss?"
He could see her turn her head towards him in surprise and watched the range of emotions that played across her face, but he let his breath out when he could see she had made the decision to speak to him.
"…you could say I have been fighting with my ex I suppose."
She turned back to looking out the car window and chewing her fingers. The driver sighed and might have left it there, but he felt uneasy about dropping her at their destination so he decided to persevere on.
"I have to ask, why are you going to a graveyard this this time of night?"
There was a long pause from the back but she answered him.
"Look Mike, I'm not in the mood to talk. I have had a rough night and I think it's sweet, but I will be perfectly safe. Thank you."
"My name is Michael, not Mike."
Rebuked, she looked at the back of the driver's head and felt for him. A poor working man who obviously didn't do this job by choice and he was trying in his own way to keep her from making what he thought was a bad decision.
"Sorry Michael, my bad. That's a good solid name. I also have a biblical name…its Eve."
"Hi Eve, nice to meet you."
The driver smiled at her in his mirror. He went silent for a minute and continued.
"I have to ask Eve, why are you going to a graveyard this time of night?"
Eve mulled the answer over and replied.
"I am going to see my son".
The rest of the car journey continued in silence until the car drew up and Eve thanked the driver when she hopped out. She looked up at the gothic gates of the graveyard as Mike drove off and smiled ruefully at the cherub adorning the top of the archway. As it was a moonlight night Eve could make her way through the graveyard easily, picking her way through the crumbling grave markers easily and the undergrowth that was creeping over the stones.
It was easy to find the plot she was after as it had been recently dug so it all the weeds had been cleared away. It held a simple marker on the head of the grave of which was engraved the name 'Marcus Pierce'. Eve smiled and sat down on the ground at the foot of the grave, her red dress pooling around her. The ground was cold but she felt happy as she had the soil under her bare feet for the first time in eons. She looked at her phone as she knew that the time was almost upon her, so she Googled the words and she spoke them aloud.
"But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"—here I opened wide the door;"
As Eve read the incantation, she thought about meeting Poe in the Silver City and how he had told her that he had written the poem The Raven in 1845 to hide the spell that Cain had given him. That day had marked the start of the planning of her escape from Heaven through the messages Cain would passed through the new arrivals that came every day.
Eve finished the passage and stared at the grave in fascination. Her brown eyes were alight with excitement and she tucked her long hair behind her ears in childlike glee. The air went still and there was a pregnant pause, she leaned forward and held her breath in anticipation.
From her viewpoint sat on the floor, Eve twitched with nervous energy as she watched the grave collapsing in on itself. Slowly the figure formerly known as Marcus Pierce pulled itself free and fell to the ground spluttering as dirt fell out of his mouth. She suddenly stayed very still, torn between wanting to help her son and wanting to see what exactly what creature had risen from the grave. Eve ruefully thought to herself that she had never been one to follow the rules, so she shouted
"Cain…"
The figure stopped writhing on the floor, so Eve held back. Suddenly its arm shot out in front of it and its hand opened, where Eve watched in amazement as a Pentecostal coin rolled out onto the ground.
"Cain…is that you?"
The figure looked up, black covering its face from the dirt and blue eyes stared at Eve intently. It tried to speak, but choked on grave dirt. Eve knelt down and placed her hand on her son, a mother's instinct telling her to comfort him. The figure started making a choking that started to turn to manic laughter, Eve paused…she felt confused. Maybe the trip from Hell had affected him.
"Son...its ok, I am here" she whispered to him.
The laughter continued as the figure stood up and pulled her by the hand to face it. Eve stood paralysed as she saw into the eyes of the figure that were now glowing red. Cain held her tightly as he pulled out the dagger from what was left of his burial suit, so she started to pull away but she couldn't.
"What are you doing?" Eve screamed at her son, hitting him with her free hand.
"Hello Eve…always a pleasure."
Cain grinned manically as his voice rasped painfully on her ears. Eve watched in horrified fascination as the dagger stabbed her in the heart and she collapsed to the ground. Cain knelt close to Eve's face as he watched the life fade from her eyes. Her dying sight drawn to his maniacal blue eyes and the Cheshire cat grin spread along his face as he whispered to her,
"Enjoy the hell loop that Cain was enjoying for the last year, I will enjoy destroying everything you hold dear."
As she died, Cain lent forward and kissed her on the mouth. A red mist entered her body and Cain fell to the side of her, heaving. The body of Eve opened its eyes and sat up, smiling madly. Cain lay on the ground crying, huddled in itself.
Eve turned her head and stared at Cain, smiling away like the best thing in the world had happened. She stood up and spoke to him in what was now a low husky voice, the tones of a siren.
"Stop whining, we have planned this since the start of time, son of Adam. I get you out of hell and we both get revenge."
Cain stopped crying and looked up at her.
"…I know…but she was still my mother Lilith."
She gave Cain a patient smile, one at war with her dead eyes.
"Neither of us are what we started off as, son of Adam. Are you not now Marcus and now I am in the body of the sow that mothered you?"
He waited for the catch, there was always a catch. He had learnt this the hard way from his time in Hell, right after she had opened the flap in his door of his cell. She had whispered sweet nothings to him and Cain had told her of his escape plan. Lilith had tortured him from that day. Her perversions had destroyed what was left of his soul, just enough to give up his mother. The one person who had loved him, and he had betrayed her in a heartbeat, anything to escape the evil thing in front of him.
Lilith planted a leg either side of his hips and lifted up the red polka dot dress. She looked him right in the eye as she pulled her panties down.
Cain's mind went blank.
"…what are you doing?"
She laughed and squatted over his groin area, where she put her hand down his pants to start fishing for his length.
He cried out in horror and tried to crawl backwards frantically. She just laughed and held him by the throat by one hand, easily overcoming him with her supernatural strength. Lilith pulled out his now rock hard cock with the other hand and guided into in her. She started moving her hips up and down on his member, the slickness glinting in the moonlight.
"This is what God created me for, son of Adam. To procreate."
He couldn't reply as told by his face, which had gone purple from lack of breath. Lilith lent forward and grabbed his hand which she raked down her neck and her breast, leaving a deep gash and her flesh collected under his fingernails. Lilith let go and as his treacherous seed couldn't help spilling into her, she lent backwards and screamed.
"HELP."
He pushed her off him and struggled for breath. The footsteps running towards them roused Cain up and away.
Lilith watched him stumble away, choking and filthy. Her eyes were bright and shining with zeal, she was free to forge her own path, no one could take that away from her again.
She whispered after him in a small sultry voice that was lost in the breeze.
"Nevermore…"
And then she was swept by her erstwhile rescuers and was catapulted into her destiny.
