Elizabeth Holloway (or Liz, if you like) had no idea what she had gotten herself into. But that wasn't new. She always seemed to find herself in the middle of some catastrophe. And as NYC's only local hunter that happened more often than you might think.

When she saw a bright streak of light falling from the Empire State Building, well that just screamed supernatural. She had half expected some pagans to be fighting again (after all NYC had the largest Pagan population in the world). Imagine her surprise when she only found one, normal looking, bruised and bleeding guy.

But she couldn't just leave whoever he-was in the ally. He materialized in a big ball of light, fell at least forty stories, and survived. Something was off about him, and it was her job as a hunter to find out what.

It took ages to drag this guy to her apartment. He was barely walking at all. He nearly collapsed on the way. And when they actually got to her apartment building, she had to walk him around to the back door to avoid her doorman. Luckily the elevator was in the back. When they finally got to her apartment, whoever-he-was collapsed on one of the chairs in the dining room.

Liz examined his wounds. He had a large gash on his arm, and one on his leg. She sighed to herself and got the first aid kit.

"This is going to sting a bit." She told him.

He nodded, but said nothing in response. He seemed to be trying to say a few words as possible, without actually ignoring her. He had said all of twenty-two words to her so far. You had to admire his discipline.

Liz got the necessary equipment to stitch him up. While she worked, he tried to stay quiet, but every once in a while a hiss of pain escaped his lips. Despite this he was a remarkably good patient; he barely fidgeted at all.

"Right, finished." She declared after a while, and went into the kitchen to wash the blood of her hands.

While she washed the blood off her hands (hydrogen peroxide dissolves blood FYI) Liz discreetly watched her strange guest. He was currently examining the T.V. remote like it was the most interesting thing in the world. She still had no idea who, or what, he was. The needle she had used to sow him up was silver; so that ruled out lycanthropes, werewolves, skinwalkers, skin changers, or anything else that could change its shape. If he had been a vampire the wounds would have just healed. A chaos demon or regular demon would have just shrugged off the wounds. A fairy or elf would have teleported back to its home realm, and she knew all the pagans currently living in New York. She was at a lost.

"So." Liz said as casually as she could manage. "Who exactly are you."

He froze. Then he swiveled around in his chair and studied her for a long moment. "They call me Lucifer" he said finally. There was a crack of lightning outside, and for a brief moment you could see the outline of wings on the wall behind him.

"Lucifer" she repeated. "As in, the King of Hell."

He nodded.

Liz was slightly panicking. She had dealt with archangels before but Lucifer was older and, if the stories were to be believed, more powerful than Gabriel (long story, don't ask). And the only thing that could kill an archangel was an archangel blade, anyway. Liz decided that the best course of action was to talk.

"So, can I ask what the king of hell is doing in New York?" Liz asked carefully.

"Believe me, it was not by choice." Lucifer said. Then he leaned forward and studied her. "So can I ask, what's with the lack of reaction? I mean, if I told most people that I was the king of hell they would probably have a much different reaction."

Liz shrugged "I'm not most people."

He tilted his head and considered her. "No, you're a hunter."

Liz tensed, half expecting to be smote. "That obvious, huh?"

"Normal people usually don't have military grade first aid kits in their apartments." He smirked. "But I'm also kind of surprised you haven't tried to kill me already."

"I'm not stupid. I know archangels can only be killed with archangel blades." Liz half-smiled.

"So, you decide to talk instead of attacking, smart." Lucifer considered her. "What's your name?"

"Elizabeth Holloway." She said. "But most people call me Liz."

There was a knock at the door and mail fell through the mail slat. "Hold on, let me get that."

Liz bent over and picked up the envelopes. She shuffled through, examining them. "Bill." She said aloud. "Bill, bill, Newspaper…" she passed the newspaper over to where he was. "Do you want to look at that?" she asked him.

Lucifer was in a state of disbelief. He couldn't believe that a human, a hunter, had accepted him into her home as easily as she did. While he had been locked in the cage he could still see events unfolding on earth, and he had seen enough to know that this wasn't normal behavior for humans. He took a moment to study her. She had shoulder length light brown hair, bright vivid blue eyes, fair skin, and freckles. She was fairly pretty, by human standards.

Lucifer picked up the newspaper she had offered him and examined it. 'Gang Violence Increases!' the headlined screamed at him. Meanwhile, Liz continued thumbing through her mail.

"Mars, dammit!" she exclaimed suddenly.

His head snapped around "What?"

Liz shook her head. "Damn pagans, they'll be the death of me." She muttered darkly, throwing an envelope on to the counter away from her.

Lucifer tilted his head in confusion "What do you mean?"

"Hera's been pestering me, Mars has been causing trouble again and somehow it's always my job to set him straight before he does something stupid; like start a war with another pantheon." Liz huffed.

"You deal with pagans?" Lucifer asked in disgust.

"Not by choice, trust me. But someone has to keep them from tearing apart the city." Liz shook her head. "There are a lot of them in this city, for some reason."

Lucifer didn't know what to know what to say to that; and there was a long awkward pause. "I should go." He said finally.

"Yeah, I'm sure you've got some very important world destroying to do." Liz joked. Then her face turned serous. "But make sure to remember this."

"What?" He asked in confusion.

"When you're out destroying the world, remember this; the day a human was kind enough to help the devil." She said firmly.

There was really nothing more to say to that, so he left.

Later, as he watched the city from the top of the empire state building (the building had been reinforced with celestial metals, damn humans) he did remember; and as he replayed the experience in his head he decided that he owed Elizabeth. The very least he could do is take care of that pagan for her. Those sanctimonious bastards had it coming anyway.

A/N: So, I think I'll try to post once a week, maybe more if I have time.

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