A/N: Based on Reverend Lovejoy's Helen Lovejoy: wife, gossip demon slayer, it was an amazing and unique fic.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Simpsons, Matt Groening does and I don't own Roberta Lewis, Reverend Lovejoy does.

"My little girl is all grown up," Helen said stroking her daughter's hair. Jessica would be returning to school again, now she was 15 and starting her third year in high school. Helen didn't want to let her daughter walk out of the house but it was something that had to start happening again. She would have a lot of time on her hands with her daughter out of her house, time to kill demons and protect the town.

In the past 5 years she has become an expert demon fighter, even if she was forced to keep it a secret from the rest of the town. In time, the amount of demon attacks had slowed down. Everyone beneath the ground knew of Helen, only one unlucky demon every now and then would dare to walk in Springfield and when they did, they were pretty much as good as dead.

"Mum, what's the matter?" Jessica asked realising her mother had been brushing her hair for about 5 minutes in silence. It wasn't typical that the demon slaying gossip queen could stand being quite for so long.

"I been thinking, in 3 more years you will be old enough to move out, finished high school and probably in some dirty dorm,"

"Oh… well if that does happen, I promise I'll visit you every now and then. When ever I can get the chance,"

"It's not just that, I feel… something lurking near, please be careful." Jessica had no idea how to take this and she had no idea about what Helen was sensing. She felt a very dark presence in Springfield, one she hadn't felt since Lucifer had been in her home but that couldn't be it, or could it? Roberta Lewis never told her what happened to Lucifer after she removed him from her husband.

"I'm always careful mum," Jessica finally says after an awkward silence.

"Oh, I got to go; I'm going to be late." Jessica said as she rushed out of the room.

The day was pretty normal for both Jessica and Helen, until fourth period. Jessica had history; she had a medical certificate saying why she didn't finish a project last year and had the chance to get some credits.

"Well, Jessica you can go down to B4 and finish your project in the computer rooms, not that I expect you will get the 4 credits. You got 40 minutes to finish it so hurry up." Jessica had been pretty slack in history, she her last two assignments she hadn't bothered to finish.

She ran down to the computer room and was annoyed when it was locked. All of a sudden a bell rang, she knew the tone well. It was a lock out. She ran back to her history class but the door was locked. The teacher was sitting in her desk and she didn't hear her knocking. A student in the class made an "L" with his hand and pointed it towards her.

"Oh shit, what am I going to do? I am going to have a detention." She thought to herself until she had an idea. She only had one period after this, it was English and everyone knows English is shit easy. She couldn't believe her stroke of bad luck, first day lock out but she had to get out of school. The teachers would soon be searching the areas of the school for students late and giving them detentions but Jessica ran. She ran for her life out of the school, even though she was caught on camera she prayed that no one watching it.

She would tell her mother that she got off school early but she knew she failed her history assignment now. She was bewildered to see her mother swinging a pole she had like a maniac.

"Mum, Mum… what are you doing?"

"Jessica, what are yo…" She stopped mid-sentence as a demon jumped for Jessica and she swung her pole at it. Jessica didn't know what was happening; she assumed her mother was having some kind of mental illusion. Psychosis can sometimes be caused by a lack of sleep and Jessica knew her mother hadn't had much sleep in the past few days.

"Jessica, get inside the house…."

"Mum, you got to calm down, what are you swinging at?" Jessica watched confused as her mother swung at another demon, although to her it was just air. That was all of them, Helen smiled a little. She didn't have to face so many demons in a long time but she still had it inside of her.

"Mum, are you okay?" Jessica couldn't see the demon blood on her shoes, fists and pole but Helen was more than okay. She didn't have such a rush in a long time, it was exciting but then Helen felt something she wishes didn't.

"Jessica, look out behind," Jessica turned around and too her surprise she saw a creature unlike any other. It stood around 8 ft; it looked just like the reaper, every last detail down to the scythe.

"Mum, what is it?"

"Oh, you can see me too little girl? I am Lucifer." Those words brought fear in Helen's mind.

"We took care off you,"

"No you didn't, see my darling Helen. When a demon is extracted from a body they don't die, they are weaken yes but they aren't dead. Now I'm back, stronger than ever." It was true, Helen could sense his power and it was like nothing she had ever felt. He had changed in appearance to; he looked exactly like death now.

"This is too much," Helen said, exhausted but she swung her pole at the demonic creature but too her surprise he wasn't a little bit hurt. She swung his scythe at the pole, snapping it in half.

"Oh, where are my manners? I'm sorry." The monster said swinging its scythe again. It got Helen, it slashed her in the stomach and she instantly feel to the ground. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"Mum, Mum… are you okay?" The creature disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

"Jessica, I'm dying… it's a dark and cold feeling," She said holding onto her stomach and the wound that had messed up her white shirt with blood.

"Jessica, be a good girl, you saw him… you need to fight them off now,"

"Fight them off? What are they?" Helen couldn't answer, she was dead.

A/N: Everything that happened to Jessica happened to me lol, just last week I mean it was the first day of school but still. I didn't run, I was so shocked I didn't get caught, my dean was standing near the hall and I could have swore he saw me sneak out but nah, somehow he didn't.