Hello everyone, this is a small one-shot of the TV-Show Lucifer. It is short, but I hope you still like it.
It is still rated T since there are mentions of death and corpses, but they are not further described.
Dislaimer: I do not own any characters in this fanfiction, but the idea is mine.
They are dead. They have all died a painful death. Their corpses surrounding your shaking body as you were holding the knife of Azrael. You would find out later on that it was the angel's blade. Or maybe you will never find out this information.
You looked down at the club chief, Mister Morningstar, laying there. Just like the rest of them. The corpses lying all around the LUX. Lucifer's home. You have turned his sacred place into a mass grave, just with touching the knife of an angel. The angel of death.
Why was this blade even on earth?
Lucifer had told you to stay away from the LUX for a while and away from him, since his mother was in town. Did she had anything to do with this deadly blade? Was it her doing? You looked around the LUX, calming down slowly. Well your rage and bloodthirst had calmed down, but not your sadness and sorrow. You felt tears dwell up in your eyes as you looked over your dead friends.
You had been Chloe's apprentice and even a good friend. You had started to work as a detective just a few weeks ago. You got to know Lucifer Morningstar, the civil consultant, his psychiatrist doctor, Linda Martin, whom you befriended pretty quick, since she had been one of Chloe's friends already.
And you have spent some time with Chloe's cute little daughter, who would never see her mommy again. At least not alive.
You started to cry and sob as you looked at all the dead bodies, that had once been your friends. They were dead, only because of you. Only because you had touched that blade. It was all your fault. Linda, Chloe, Maze, Lucifer. All of them were dead.
You had just tried to solve a case. You had just wanted to help. But it all went to hell with you touching one of Lucifer's exquisite collection.
You have been sitting with the others in Lucifer's apartment upstairs and rolling up an old case. One that had ended in a huge bloodbath and the murderer dead. Him being among those corpses in the last bloodbath.
The guy had probably killed himself after he saw what he had done.
You had walked around the apartment and have been looking around, while coming up with some ideas, why the guy had done that, which they had never found out.
You had excused yourself to the bathroom after some time and had found a very interesting room on your way back, with some old looking devices. The blade had called you, wanting to be touched, so you had taken it. But you couldn't remember what happened later. You just couldn't.
The next thing you could remember was dropping the blade and seeing your friends around you. Dead.
They are all dead.
Thanks for your time. I hope you liked it!