Author's Note: Sorry its kind of short. My muse is lacking lately.

Persephone hid underneath her father's jacket as the police cruiser pulled away from her home. She could hear reporters clamoring for answers. When the pounding stopped she peaked out and looked back at the house. The house she had lived in all her life with her mother. Sitting back, she closed her eyes and clutched her father's jacket. The smell of his cologne and cigarette smoke was strangely comforting. In her mind she went over the day.

It had started out just fine. She was heading out to band practice like she did every Saturday. Her mother had asked if she wanted to go get her nails done instead.

"Mom, I told we had band practice."

"I know sweetheart. But it's the same thing every Saturday. You go to your boyfriends house for hours and hours. Don't you want to do something else? Look at you." Joanie pointed to her daughter's attire.

Persephone looked down at herself. She was wearing an old pair of holey black jeans and her favorite Marilyn Manson t-shirt. It was faded and stretched. A pair of black combat boots on her feet. She shrugged. "What's wrong with me?"

"You insist on dressing like a hobo." Joanie folded her arms and leaned against the counter.

"Mom, this is how I dress. I don't need to dress like the hoity toity whores at school."

Joanie scoffed. "That is not what I meant. You could present yourself a little better."

"You are just embarrassed that I dress like this. Embarrassed that your friends might see me like this." Persephone picked up her ratty backpack and headed for the door.

"Yes, you are right. I am a little embarrassed." Joanie admitted. "I just want you to make a little effort in your appearance."

"Mom, seriously. Buzz off." Persephone snorted and then walked out the door slamming it in her wake.

Fresh tears formed in her eyes. She began sobbing loudly. Her father who had been arguing with the detective looked back at her.

"Darling, stop crying please." His voice was soothing to her.

She sniffled and looked at him. "It's my fault this happened." She buried her face in the jacket.

"Uh, Persephone. Careful with that jacket it's quite- "He paused. "Sweetheart, this is not your fault. Some sick depraved miscreant is at fault." The anger in his smooth voice rose. It made the detective beside him jump slightly.

"No, it's my fault. If I had stayed I could have been there. Helped her. I could have used my pow- "

Lucifer cleared his throat loudly and glanced at the detective. "Darling, if you stayed he could have gotten you too." He played off the powers. Trying not to alert the detective. She wouldn't have believed them anyways.

Persephone sniffled. She looked out the window of the police cruiser. "The last words I said to my mother were in anger." The tears kept falling.

Lucifer sighed and reached his hand back and picked up Persephone's. His dark eyes met hers. He smiles slightly. "Your mother loved you. You loved her. Remember that. Not the spat you had. But the love. Okay."

She nodded. "You're right, Dad." She glanced at the detective who had been listening to their exchange but had remained quiet. Her father had turned back around to face the front. She hugged his jacket and closed her eyes again. She listened while her father and the detective discussed the case. She smiled at their banter.

Soon the car reached Lux. For a moment they all just sat in the parked car. Then Persephone opened the door. Lucifer followed suit. Chloe remained in the car. Lucifer placed a hand on his daughter's shoulder. "Go on up. I am going to go to the precinct with the detective."

Persephone smirked. "She's pretty." Her dark eyes looked up at the Devil. Her bag slung over a shoulder and his expensive Armani jacket slung over her arms.

Lucifer shrugged. "Oh I suppose. She isn't half bad to look at."

"Right." Persephone kept her smirk which was not unlike that of her devilish parent.

Shaking his head, he chuckled. "Just go on up. You know where your room is. I'll be home soon." He reached for his jacket. Persephone handed it to him. He dug into the breast pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. Pulling a hundred from the stash, he handed it to his daughter. "That should cover some pizza or Chinese. Whichever you prefer." He put the rest of the cash back into the pocket then put his jacket back on.

"More like eight pizzas." She laughed. Turning she started towards Lux. Stopping. Turning her father was walking back to the car. She ran back to him and threw her arms around him. "I love you, Daddy." She said softly.

Slightly startled the Devil patted his child's back. "I love you too, darling." He smirked.

Persephone pulled away and allowed him to get into the car. He waved as they drove off. For a moment she stood watching the car drive off. Sighing she turned and headed into Lux. There was no line. No bouncers out front. She walked into the dark club. There were a few people milling about. Mainly workers getting ready for the evening. Quietly she headed towards the elevator.

She pushed the button and hummed quietly while waiting for the elevator. Her dark eyes staring off into space. A hand touched her shoulder, startling her. She jumped and turned to spy a balding Hispanic man glaring at her.

"Where do you think you are going?" He spat out at her.

Narrowing her eyes at him. "Umm upstairs." She said with her teenage attitude. She was not in the mood to deal with anyone right now.

"Mr. Morningstar, won't be happy if I let just anyone waltz up to his penthouse." The man said to her. He placed a hand on her arm and tried pulling her away from the elevators.

Persephone pulled her arm away from his sweaty hands. "Mr. Morningstar, is the one who gave me permission." She glared at the man.

"Did he now?" The man again tried grabbing her arm.

Persephone pulled away. When he reached for her a third time she grabbed his wrist and wrenched it behind his back. He howled in pain. "I'm calling the cops."

"What's going on?" A female voice came from behind them.

Persephone dropped the man's wrist and turned to the source. "Maze." She smiled. The man was holding his wrist glaring at Persephone.

"She is trying to go up to the penthouse. I don't think Mr. Morningstar- "

"Mr. Morningstar is her father, you idiot." Maze interrupted the man. "Now, leave her alone and get back to work." Maze ordered the man.

"Why didn't you tell me he was your father?" He asked Persephone. His hurt wrist cradled in his other hand.

"You didn't bother to ask." Persephone responded. She pushed the button on the elevator again.

The man sputtered and looked at Maze. "I'm sorry. I didn't know he had a kid." He rubbed his arm. "It's not something I expected from him."

"Well, now you know, Hector." Maze sneered at him. "Get lost." She said to him. The man nodded and walked away. Maze stood by Persephone as she waited for the elevator. "I heard about your mom."

Persephone kept her eyes on the closed doors. "Yeah." She responded quietly.

"I know Joanie and I didn't always get along. But I am truly sorry that she is gone. Whoever harmed her will get their punishment. Make no mistake of that." Maze placed her hand on Persephone's back.

"Oh don't I know it." Persephone responded coldly. She turned to Maze and smirked slightly. "Don't I know it." She repeated. The elevator dinged and doors opened. She walked onto the elevator followed by the demon.

"You know; you look just like Lucifer when you smirk like that." Maze said as the doors closed.