L.A. 6/3/2016 5:54 P.M.
"So baby, what do you feel like having tonight?" the young couple walked down the street, holding hands and enjoying each others company.
"Hmm... Let's do Chinese. My co-worked told me about this amazing place that serves the best-" BANG! She was cut off by a gunshot to the head, and the guy turned around, only to see the gun barrel for a split second. And then he received the same as her. BANG! The shooter turned around and ran off, leaving behind the lovebirds to bleed in the street...
Lucifer's Apartment 6/3/2016 6:02 P.M.
"Clean shirt... new shoe... and I don't care where I'm going to..." Lucifer sang to himself as he got ready for another day at his nightclub. "Sharp Dressed Man" was blaring out his radio, and he sang along as he got every detail of his outfit right.
BZZZ. BZZZ. His phone went off, and he picked it up. "Lucifer Morningstar. For sex, press 1. For Spanish, press 2." he chuckled into the phone.
"Okay. 1: gross. 2: it's Chloe. How soon can you get to the precinct? We got a new case. Double homicide with no witnesses. And stop answering your phone that way."
"Most certainly will not. One moment. I'll be right... there... I'll call you back." he hung up, seeing an elderly man sitting in one of his chairs. He was silver-haired, but not very wrinkled with some stubble on his face. He wore a white three piece pinstripe suit, and had a posture that made him seem like the most confident man in the world. He held a drink in his hand, but seemed to just have for appearance rather than indulgence.
"Uh, excuse me, are you lost? This is private property. The nightclub is back down the elevator." Lucifer explained to the stranger, trying to be as polite as possible. He did have the utmost respect for the elderly.
"... Do you not recognize me, Samael?" at this, Lucifer froze in place. not only from hearing his real name, but from hearing that voice. The confidence, the power, the age in it. Only one person in all creation sounded like THAT. He started shivering slightly.
"... Dad?!"