Stiles: Stiles was stuck in school. The only thing he hated, like ever. He gets beaten up, even though he knows he could easily kill everyone here with his eyes closed. He has a strict policy about not killing kids, though, and these assholes are kids. The bell rings and Stiles is up and out of the class, and out of the school, rushing towards his jeep.

Lucifer: Lucifer casually strolls up to the jeep, leaning against the driver's side door to the jeep. He crosses his arms, watching Stiles move closer with a grin. "Hello, there, Stiles." He says when the boy is within earshot. "I hate to tell you this, but your sister..." He pauses, tilting his head, "Actually, no, I'm enjoying telling you this very much. Your sister died."

Stiles: "E-excuse me?" He blinks, totally shell shocked for a second. "What the hell?" He's kinda out of practice with all things demon, so he doesn't even notice that this man is an angel, let alone that angel that created all demons. Whoops.

Lucifer: "Hell." He repeats, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Sorry, where were we? Right. Charlotte. Dead."

Stiles: "Wait, wait, wait, wait. Let's back track for a quick second. Let's start with, I dunno, hi, nice to meet you?"

Lucifer: "You won't be saying that for long." The man smirks, winking, "Sorry to be the bringer of bad news, but, as I've said before and will keep saying, you're sister's dead." He watches Stiles with a grin, "That look. On your face."

Stiles: His hand balls up into a fist, and he takes a deep breath through his nose. Something in himself's telling him to get himself in check, and not to dare even try to hit this guy. Usually his instincts are right, so he's going with them, "I...I'm kinda doubting my sister's dead. My dad would'a known before me, and he would'a called."

Lucifer: "Yeah. About that..." Lucifer laughs, reaching over to pat Stiles on the shoulder. "He's a bit... preoccupied."

Stiles: He jerks his shoulder away, squaring his jaw, "Excuse me? Who the hell are you?" {There's something about him...something I can't quite put my finger on, though. It seems...familiar in a way}

Lucifer: "You don't know me?" He asks, putting a hand on his heart and doing his best to look offended.

Stiles: "No. I mean, you're kinda giving off that feeling of when you see someone you know in a Halloween mask, like you know who it is but you can't really put your finger on it, or who it is, or how you know them, or what the hell is going on." He rambles, maybe panicking, just a little.

Lucifer: Lucifer pushes off from the car and takes a step closer to Stiles. "You're scared." He states, gesturing toward the car. "Why don't you drive home?" When he moves to the side, in the passenger seat, there's a bloody body.

Stiles: His eyes widen, "What. The. Fuck. Dude. I don't want a bloody body. Uh, that's a...nice thought for a gift, and it's the thought that counts, but can you get rid of it?"

Lucifer: "Look a bit closer, Stiles, will you?" He takes another step to the side to show that the body is Charlotte.

Stiles: He freezes, his entire body just feeling like it's about to crumble and decompose, like it's supposed to actually be doing. Tears well in his eyes, not caring about the potential enemy by him. That's his sister.

Lucifer: "Just thought you'd want to know." Lucifer says with a shrug before just disappearing.