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Sympathy for the Devil could be heard almost instantaneously upon entering Lux. Only the truly blessed had privy of setting foot into this establishment. It was there Lucifer sat, at the bar, attempting to drown the day's stench with a gin & tonic.
Normally he'd settle on something with a little more bite. Just not tonight. Mazikeen behind said-bar polishing tumbler glasses with an old rag. She eyed Lucifer, as if judgingly. Seemed ever since he and Chloe had become closer sealed the fate of his and Marikeen's once amicable relationship. He signed.
Glancing over at the large pentagram embossed coin contrasted against the mahogany bar top. Finishing the last bit of his drink before returning the cent to its rightful place in the side pocket of his ashen pea coat.
"Thanks love"
He said simply. Breaking out into a crooked smile. Vain effort to break the slight tension between the two. Before sliding a $50 under his glass and alighting from the stool. She just nodded and returned her attention to the glasses. His dark leather Oxfords had barely touched the floor when his phone went off. Walk with Me in Hell cut the silence between them.
"Moringstar"
The voice on the other line had caused Lucifer's heart to skip a beat in pure dread. It was the dying words of Linda Martin. Not only his therapist but special interest, one that truly understood him and life's daily obstacles.
He had to take a moment to try and snap back into reality before saying anything. Drawing in a breath. The smell of Channel No. 5 occasionally wafting over, bringing him a temporary sense of ease.
"Linda.."
His voice making the name barely audible.
"He.. he stabbed me, Lucifer… I was just leaving the of.."
And with that she was gone. Now he was powerless to control any emotions. All welling up at once. Burying his head in his hands. Phone managing to evade his grasp and plummet to the floor. Maze taking note of this, set the rag aside as well as tumbler.
Making her way over towards him from behind the bar. Placing a hand on his back. Feeling shoulder blades move up and down with every feeble attempt trying to suppress everything back.
"It's okay.. (she began).. Let it out"