Prologue: Seventeen Years ago.

Screams could be heard all around me. Pleading for it to end. Begging to be set free. My eyes stayed tightly shut. I could feel eyes upon me as I lay there. Slowly my eyes fluttered opened. It was mostly dark. Fire was all around me. I was lying in a fancy bed. The sheets were black but felt like silk. It was comfortable. I sat up and looked around.

At only sixteen years of age I had felt my life was not worth living. I felt I was worthless. The only reasonable course of action was to end it. I had cut my wrists and downed a bottle of sleeping pills. I climbed into the bathtub and filled it with water. The last thing I remember was the water overflowing the tub. Then I awoke here. I assumed I was in Hell. All my life I had been taught that those who committed suicide went to Hell. It was Hell but why was I in a fancy bed? It must be a trick. Yes, it was a trick. I spied a window across the room. Slowly I rose form the bed. I looked at my wrists. They were free of cuts. No blood. Completely healed. I peered out the window expecting a lake of fire but all I saw was darkness.

I heard a door open. With a fright I turned to spy a woman. Or at least I thought it was a woman standing in the doorway. She had long black hair. Her face at first was a beautiful young woman with bronze skin and black eyes. Then it would change to dead skin on a skull. Her arms folded across her chest and her eyes glared at me.

"He wants to speak with you." She spoke. She turned and left the room. I stood there for a few moments. Still unable to move or speak. "Are you coming?" She barked.

Quickly I moved to follow her out of the room. Down a long hallway we walked. The walls were black but I could see contorted faces of the dammed screaming to escape. Grotesque figures stood at attention as we walked down the hall. I swear their eyes followed as we passed. Torches of fire burned. It was like a medieval castle but the kind out of one's nightmares. We reached the end of the hall and entered a large circular room.

It was large. More demonic statues stood at attention. Large black columns took up the sides and at the center was a throne. Skulls made the basic frame with gold trim. Fire burned behind it. Upon it sat a figure. The figure wore a black suit. I assumed the figure to be male. I could not see his face as it was shrouded in darkness. His hands sat folded in a prayer like position upon his chest. I knew that I must be looking at the Devil himself. I braced myself for the worst. "Leave us." A very British sounding voice called down from the darkness. The woman then left us alone.

For a moment I stood there feeling his eyes regarding me. I swallowed hard as I awaited my fate. Then out of the silence. "Persephone." His voice sounded warm, inviting. Nothing like how I pictured the Devil sounding. I looked up at where his face should be. "Beautiful Persephone." I was caught off guard. He then rose from the throne and descended the steps. Into the light I saw a handsome face. No horns. No red. He wore a smile. It held the same warmth I heard in his voice. His eyes were almost completely black. He stepped towards me. In fear I backed up. "You have nothing to fear, child." He said gently.

A hand was placed on my shoulder. "Come." He walked towards the doorway. His kind eyes beckoning me after him. I hesitantly followed. Down the hallway of demonic statues and out into another large room. It had a large dining table with seats. Upon it sat food of every kind. It smelled heavenly. He stopped and looked at me. "Are you hungry?"

"Um I. I uh." Still having trouble getting words out.

"Well, are you or aren't you?" His voice remained kind but held authority.

"Maybe a little."

He nodded and beckoned to a chair. It pulled back and I sat and felt it pushed forward. A plate filled with meat and roasted vegetable was before me. I hesitated to eat. Was it poison. I could feel his eyes upon me.

"Come now. It's good." He picked up an apple and bit into it. He smiled at me. That smile brought back a flood of memories. I remembered the Man in Black. He had appeared at different times of my life. He appeared the day my mother died. But this was the Devil. Why was he watching over me?

My mouth felt dry. I wanted to drink something. But I didn't dare. I turned to the man. "You are the Devil." I said to him.

He bit into the apple again. He watched me while he chewed. Finally smiling he nodded. "Correct."

My hands shook. My punishment was coming. But he seemed so kind and inviting. "I remember you. You were there the day my mother died."

His eyes reflected a tinge of sadness. Sighing he nodded. "I was."

"Why?" I said softly.

He chuckled and leaned back in his chair. He folded his hands in front of them. His dark eyes beamed at me. "Do you not know who I am, child?"

"Satan. Lucifer…"

He held up his hand. "Yes, yes those are correct. But dig deeper. Who am I?"

I was confused. Still racking my brain trying to figure it out. He stood up and walked towards me. He began to speak.

"Years ago I met a beautiful young actress. She was waitressing in some dive of a diner in Hollywood to make ends meet. She had eyes blue as the ocean. Blonde hair and alabaster skin. She did not belong there in that diner. I decided to do her a favor and help get her an audition.

With fascination I listened to his story. His face soft and a light smile across his lips. His accent made his voice hypnotic.

"With my help she won the lead role in a major movie. She won award after award. After that she was like a shooting star. Every studio wanted her. She got role after role. She earned more money then she knew what to do with. I called in my favor. But unfortunately after that the lure of drugs and alcohol took over. Oh how I tried to help her. In the end there was nothing I could do." I saw a sadness in his eyes as he spoke. He turned his dark eyes to look at me full on. "I made sure her child was safe."

I sat there absorbing the story. It sounded just like my mother's. The realization. I looked up at the man. The Devil himself. He was my-

He nodded and smiled. It was like he had read my mind. "Yes. My child. My beautiful child. I am your father."

My blood ran cold. The room spun and I wanted to throw up. If that was possible. I was dead. Wasn't I? I could feel hands on my shoulders. "Don't be afraid." He said gently. The room stopped spinning. I looked up at him. His eyes so kind. So unlike the picture of the Devil I was raised to regard. This was not an evil being.

"You are my father. The Devil is my…my father." I said to myself mostly. He just stood there. A slight grin on his handsome face. Then more questions entered my mind. "Am I dead?"

"In the mortal sense, yes," his eyes held that earlier sadness. "For most human's suicide is a one-way ticket to Hell." He spread his hands. "My Father is not real forgiving when it comes to it. But you my dear are not like most humans. No. I suppose you knew that." I shrugged.

As a child I knew I was different. It was strange enough being the child of a famous movie star. People would track me down to ask questions or demand autographs. My aunt and uncle did their best to shield me from that. But there were other things. I found I was able to use my mind to manipulate other people. I could make them do what I wanted. I saw things that other people did not see. I also had the ability to set things on fire. It all made sense now.

"I had an inkling I wasn't like others." I smiled slightly.

"Of course." He chuckled. It was such a light friendly laugh. I joined in. Then his expression became serious. "Now my child. I need to know. Whatever compelled you to think suicide was an option?"

Sighing I looked down at my lap. I honestly didn't have an answer. "My Uncle Charles." I had lived happily with my Aunt Karen, Uncle Daniel and my cousins Ryan and Jessica. We were like a regular family. I loved them more than words could explain. Then when I was twelve my mom's brother had insisted on custody of me. My Uncle Daniel said it had nothing to do with me and everything to do with my sizeable inheritance. They fought in court for years. I was heartbroken when I was forced to move in with Charles and his family. Super religious I was made to feel inferior for being female. Every day was filled with Bible study. Everything was a sin. Every day he would tell me how I was an abomination because I was born out of wedlock. It was up to him to save my soul. I began to believe it. Every day I felt less important. Less like a human being. I was just this abomination.

"Uncle Charles made me believe I was better off dead."

Fire flashed in my father's eyes. I jumped. He held his hands up. "Sorry." His eyes returned to their former gentle look. "That son of a…he will get what's coming to him." His voice held malice and a viciousness I expected from the Devil. He calmed down when he saw the fear on my face.

My thoughts returned to the man in black who had been there at different moments of my life. He would take my hand and lead me away from danger or trauma. I smiled. "I always thought you were an angel."

He stood up. White wings unfurled from his back. Beautiful, they glowed with a light not of the earth. "I am an angel." He laughed. I reached my hand towards his outstretched wings. "You can touch." They felt like the finest silk. Not anything like bird feathers. The wings folded again and he stepped towards me. His hand touched my cheek. "Oh my child. You are not worthless. You are not unworthy. And you are definatly not an abomination." His earlier anger had dissipated.

I smiled. The words he spoke made me feel so much better. I was then saddened I had made a huge mistake. And now I was trapped in Hell for all eternity. Tears welled up in my eyes and fell down my cheeks. I sniffled.

"Don't cry Persephone. IT will be alright. I promise." Tears still fell down my cheeks. He placed his hand on my chin and lifted my face to look him in the eyes. "Look at me." Our eyes met. "Now, I need you to do me a favor. Live. Live your life. You have so much to offer." He leaned down and kissed my forehead and everything went black.

I opened my eyes and say up suddenly with a gasp. Screams could be heard all around me. I realized I was sitting in a coffin. I turned to spy a room of very stunned funeral patrons. My Aunt Karen was the only one who didn't seem scared or stunned. A smile across her face. She stood up and walked over to me. My Uncle Daniel was right beside her. She whispered in my ear. "I see you met you father." She and Uncle Daniel then helped me out of the coffin. My Uncle Charles sat next to his wife my Aunt Tizzy. Tizzy had practically fainted. Charles looked at Karen. Karen glared at her brother. "She's coming home with us." Charles didn't say a word.

They lead me out of the room. My cousins Jessica and Ryan soon followed. Jessica was crying as she hugged me. I hugged her back. She was my best friend. We all walked outside to a car.

The ride was mostly silent. Upon reaching a motel we all filed inside. It was a large suite with several rooms. Not a cheap motel. My Aunt lead me into a bedroom. I sat on one of the bed. Jessica's clothes strewn all over.

"I wanted to tell you. Please don't be angry." She sat beside me. Placing her arm on my shoulder. I leaned on her. The smell of strawberries rose up from her long blonde hair. In ways she resembled my mother. Her blue eyes and perfect face. So like a goddess.

I looked very little like my mother. I now knew where I got my dark brown eyes and curly black hair. Spying a mirror across from us. I was not the beauty that my mother was. Looing in the mirror. I now knew I had the face of the Devil. But he didn't seem evil or horrible like I was raised to believe.

"How long have you known?"

My Aunt sighed. "Your whole life. I was the only one Joanie told. At first I didn't believe her. I thought she was crazy. But then I met him. He was so handsome and charming. Then I saw some things." Her voice trailed off. "But then I learned that things were not always what they seemed."

I nodded. "Can I come home?" I said shakily. I did not want to go back to Uncle Charles.

"Yes. Even if we have to fight for it."

I nodded. Aunt Karen rose from the bed. She picked up my cousin's clothes. "Try and rest." She said softly.

I laid on the bed as she turned out the lights. It wasn't long before I was asleep.

Author's Note: Years ago I came up with the idea of a story about the daughter of the Devil. My images were of different incarnations of the figure. Then the show Lucifer came along. I have always written stories in my head of my favorite shows and movies. So this story is a manifestation of many others besides Lucifer. I apologize if I don't get timelines and facts completely correct. I have also added some of my own supernatural elements that were absent in the show. I hope you enjoy.