"She has angel eyes, The Devil's grin and Tattered wings"~ Jordan Sarah Weatherhead
"How do I put this lightly? Oh I know. I'm the devil. Ruler of Hell. Prince of Darkness," the tall man with the extremely expensive suit states. The female looks up at the man who was approaching her with a mocking grin. She had never seen someone so intriguing. She realizes how close this man was getting to her a slowly starts to back away.
"I don't believe you," She says, "The devil isn't real! None of it is." This took the man by surprise. He was sure she was the holy one. The one his father sent to destroy him for returning back to Earth. He hadn't stepped foot on wet grass in nearly two decades. Not since the death of the one he loved most. How could someone who was meant to destroy him lack faith?
"My name is Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar," He says expecting her to realize that she was supposed to kill him. The female blinks for a moment. Then she starts to laugh.
"Like the devil. Yeah right! Like I'm going to believe that. Seriously dude. Try again," She mocks. This makes the man a little angry, but relieved that this beautiful woman wasn't here to harm him.
"You don't look 21. So what are you doing in my club?" Lucifer asks. The female looks down.
"I'm looking for a job, and I was wondering if you were hiring. I need it desperately," the blonde headed female says. Looking at it closer, her hair almost resembled the color of gold. Lucifer takes a deep breath and sighs. He can never refuse a pretty lady.
"Alright, how old are you then? And don't lie, I'll know if you do," He says.
"I just turned eighteen," the female says staring at Lucifer.
"You just turned eighteen and your job preference is to work at a night club that looks kind of sketched, but is such a hit?" Lucifer asks.
"Yeah," she says eagerly. Lucifer sighs.
"Oh alright then, but one mistake and you're out of here. What's your name?" Lucifer asks. The young lady looks like she could barely keep up with how fast he's talking.
"My name is Arabella Sage Lucia," She says. The Devil rolls his eyes in annoyance of her giving her full name.
"Alright, Lucia. You can start work tomorrow. You're our new bartender," Lucifer says. Arabella stares at him.
"Why not use my first name?" She asks. Lucifer smiles.
"Because love, Lucia is derived from the Latin word Lux meaning light," Lucifer says.
"That's the strangest thing I've ever heard but alright," Arabella says.
"Are you Italian by the way?" Lucifer asks.
"No, no my mom just really loves the name. She says my father picked it out for me," Arabella states proudly.
"Well tell your father he has excellent taste in last names," Lucifer says jokingly. Arabella smiles sadly.
"My father died just before I was born," She says. Lucifer looks at her seriously and clears his throat.
"I do apologize Lucia. I didn't mean to strike a nerve," He says. She smiles at him.
"No worries. I'm used to it. So what time tomorrow should I come," Arabella asks. Lucifer thinks for a little bit.
"Well since you really want this job you can come from when we open and work till when we close. It will be just you," He says smiling.
"Just me? What about the other bartenders? Excuse me but I do need a brief basic training before you just send me off on my own," Arabella says panicking.
"Oh relax. At the current moment we have no other bartender. The one we did have went home for good. But don't worry love, I'll teach you. And dress code is wear anything black or red with a side of extra sexy," Lucifer says grinning. Arabella relaxes, thanks Lucifer and leaves. Lucifer sits at his bar contemplating having this young girl work for him. He was still continuing his mission to find the person who was meant to kill him. His father wasn't happy with him leaving the deep black abyss of Hell to come to Earth... Again.
Lucifer pours himself a drink and decides to go upstairs to his apartment. Everyone deserves a break, Lucifer thinks to himself. Just then he felt a presence with him. He smiles, and that smile turns into laughter. He finishes his drink and pours himself another one. Lucifer grabs a second cup and begins to fill it.
"Hello brother," Lucifer says delightfully. Lucifer turns around to face the tall muscular man who he only identified as his brother Amenadiel.
"Lucifer," Amenadiel greets. Lucifer turns around and hands Amenadiel a cup. Amenadiel refuses.
"Oh come on brother. You've drank before," Lucifer says.
"Yes, but I have tried not to do so for nearly two decades," Amenadiel says. Lucifer laughs.
"You had relations with Maz whose demon, brother. One little drink won't kill you," Lucifer persists. Amenadiel looks at the glass, and accepts it. He hesitates to drink it. Lucifer gives a look of approval when he does.
"Lucifer you should know why I'm here," Amenadiel says. Lucifer looks at him.
"Why of course I do. And you should know my answer," Lucifer says. Amenadiel sighs.
"Don't let this be a repeat of last time you popped up on Earth and decided to take a 'vacation,'" Amenadiel says patiently. Lucifer takes a sip of his drink.
"It won't be brother. I'm not going back. I've missed walking among the humans. It was always amusing," Lucifer says.
"Does this have anything to do with Chloe, Lucifer?" Amenadiel asks.
"Of course not. Don't be silly," Lucifer says. Amenadiel nods.
"So why are you really here?" the angel questions. Lucifer looks at Amenadiel. He decides not to tell his brother the truth.
"I've missed this place. There's no place like Los Angeles," Lucifer jokes.
"Lucifer-," Amenadiel starts.
"Excuse me brother I have some work to attend to. We can discuss this another time," Lucifer says. Amenadiel sighs, his patience growing thin.
"Fine," Amenadiel says. He disappears and Lucifer puts his cup down. He goes to his bed, and falls asleep.