Hello, some of you had asked for some background about Lilith. Let's start. (Not proofread).

Chapter 4: Night wings hybrid

Lucifer threw the keys of the Corvette to his employee and went into the building he was living atop. Just as the doors to his private lift were opening with a soft crystal sound, he stumbled on the tall shape of his elder brother, surrounded by the golden muted halo of the cabin. Eyes half closed, as if he was trying to hold his crumbling temper, Amenadiel welcomed him quite coldly with those words:

"What did you THOUGHT? Are you crazy? Lilith is HERE!"

"Yes… I know. She showed up two nights ago at LUX. What was I supposed to do? Throw her out with a good farewell and send her to Hell?"

The black angel blinked and arched an eyebrow, pouting as he was blowing his chubby cheeks. "Well, isn't it your standard welcoming family mode? That's what you did for me!… And by the way, Uriel and mother too…"

"And you are complaining to be still alive?"

He chose not to comment this. "Anyway, it's World War Three, up there! Maze is raging after her, all blades out, because Lilith has demanded for her to serve and obey, as a dutiful daughter should. Plus, Lilith would have stolen some kind of "garment" too. Big word to describe that tiny piece of quite nothing she was exhibiting… Lilith made some drama, arguing that she would go naked if she couldn't have something to cover her… Luci, he sighed, if she actually executes her threat, that's beyond cataclysmic! We can't have Lilith being naked around people; you know perfectly what will happen…"

"Ok, breathe O'brother! I know indeed mortals are not to see her divine curves without very unpleasant consequences. The detective has told me I could take hours to look after her and I'll try to keep her distracted for few days... before convincing her to go back".

"Would she?"

"There's no choice! As much I like to consider me as one, she's a far more disruptive force in this plane."

Amenadiel inclined his head with a slight impatience. "No, I mean… Do you think, you'll be able to cast her out if she finds this place more entertaining than you expected her to?"

"Have no worries. I'm not anymore the young angelito she once knew. Far from there. She would make a huge mistake thinking I'm still the innocent, cute, wide eyed, baby deer Samael, wrapped around her finger… wrapped around every bit of her. I'm going to take care of this."

With that, he patted Amenadiel's dubious shoulder and entered the lift with his usual confident predatory catwalk.

The black angel watched the doors closing, unable to prevent himself from a bit anxiety. He decided to go back to his little flat walking, to think over all this.

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Lilith here, that meant trouble again! Mother was quite something to handle, but at least, he could spend some time to talk and reason Her in some ways, because he was Her First-Born and because She was listening... a bit. Sometimes. But Lilith!… She didn't give a damn of the other celestials. She was just wild, weird and wicked.

Father's first attempt of woman. Never properly tamed, only by Him and with dire measures. Linda would have said this sister had a deep-rooted dissatisfaction. Probably because her unfortunate conception, she was resentful towards Father too... So Luci and her could quite bond over this. Maybe she was the one who strengthened his brother hate.

He could testify that, at the very beginning, Samael had nothing to do with what he became later. He was the most sweet, lovable, happy, little chubby angel… So tiny. This souvenir made him smile bitterly while he was leaving the building for the crowded street.

This was a new thing at that time. Mother had given birth to a small bizarre ball of angelic flesh. So much unlike himself and other siblings that were born like humans saw Athena's birth: all grown up. Like a giant white egg, the ball was moving angrily, and rumbling, and pointy bits were poking under its soft warm surface, during a whole celestial day. That was puzzling. Nobody knew what was happening but some started to think the brother or sister had to struggle to break the shell and was not succeeding…

And then it cracked suddenly and Michael appeared screaming in victory! Relieved, the elders gathered around to celebrate and welcome him for few minutes, and that's when they all heard a little bubbling laugh, coming from the egg round remnants. Father went to see inside and picked in his ginormous hands another identical small dark haired form. It was busy sucking thoroughly his miniature foot with giggles. Everyone was astonished and looking in awe. The Celestial Twins were born.

Mother had taken her new children and placed them in her arms to feed them, while Father was already thinking about names. That's the moment Michael chose to smash his small fist into his brother's face to prevent him to access to Mother's "milky way". Father had frowned but made a joke about how the first was hungry. And all the ulterior problems had unfolded from this very moment. Some sisters offered to watch and keep Samael while needy Michael was feeding.

Because he was lovable, and Michael was making a fuss every time Samael was fed, they soon kept permently their young brother, to maintain peace.

Michael was infuriated when Mother had told that Samael was actually the elder, and a true Child of Love (which he proved later, becoming the favorite of all his elder sisters). That's why he had spent most of his first years with them and seemed to be very pleased of this arrangement. Very early, he had been used to receive maximal attention from females… Turning his name into his nickname didn't change this.

Little Samael was a very happy and good boy, he was humming all the time some beautiful tunes to entertain her sisters while they were working. The only thing upsetting him was his small persistent unfinished body form. He was a bit self-conscious about being different, eager to grow up and specifically to grow... his wings. He had ridiculous chicken appendages with not much feathers and could not fly with them because they were too small to sustain him properly in the air. In His wisdom, Father had asked him to keep an eye on the little one when he was trying to fly – oh the irony of it! He didn't want him to fall from the edge of heaven... Mostly, Samael was training all alone and secretly. More than once, Amenadiel spied his miniscule brother while he was crashing in the grass, and ending up with a bleeding nose and his little butt exposed. Because, of course, Samael couldn't stand to wear his short linen toga! No! He was adamant that garments were preventing his wings from growing. Her sisters spent times and times to play hide and seek, chasing him in the country while he was gallivanting around in the nude.

Sometimes, when he was finished with the military training of his brothers, the First-Born was seeing his sisters returning from their farming work in the fields, chatting and laughing with huge baskets full of perfect grain, manna and fruits. Very often, one of her was carrying Samael inside her V neck long dress, packed and secured by a long scarf. Because his legs were small and he couldn't fly, the way home was too long for him so he rested his sleepy head against the soft wide pillow of their generous breasts, surrounded with warmth, rocked by the walking, bathed in their floral scent. Yet, Amenadiel was considering his small brother with a bit of pity because Michael seemed to grow up more normally and quite fast, acquiring his finished adult form in few celestial days. But not Sa-Mael.

That was probably the first time the black angel started to have the shameful thought something was wrong with him. Divine creation couldn't be wrong.

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As much this idea was sounding like a dreadful blasphemy, it happened again later, with Lilith as a former project for humans. Amenadiel didn't see how to deny it: Father's idea of an angel in a human form went bad. Very bad. Because just like the later nephilims – that had to be eradicated from the surface of Earth – in hybrids, the human ego tended to overcome the angelic wisdom. At least, for angels that do had some…

It was only a miracle that Mother couldn't stand Lilith, seeing her like a slap in her face. Because if the two of them could have been able to come to an agreement, they could have destroyed the Silver City, brick by brick.

Now that he had read the books Linda gave him, Amenadiel saw what happened differently. Some part of his righteous self was seeing it as gross simplification; some other found this oddly meaningful… Applying human standards to divinity was still making him uncomfortable, and probably would always do, but Linda reminded him impishly the Scriptures were saying God made humanity "in his own image".

At that time, the dear love between Father and Mother had lived, and She was tired to give endlessly birth to dozens and dozens of children. However Father was still enthusiastic for creation but He listened to Her and kept away so She could rest a while. So, He started to work on a new solo project with a new beast He was calling "human". Honestly, nobody was interested in it because there were already many (and enough) animals in Heavens.

As Uriel hadn't fully developed his powers yet, so no one saw what was coming among the angels. When they all realized what Father was aiming at with his "humans", it was too late. And this put some salt on Mother's wounds, because Father became so engrossed with His new beast that He neglected His duties as a husband and a father, spending almost all His time with the Mud-Creature He called Adama…

Despite what he'd just told him, Amenadiel doubted Lucifer could ever turn against Lilith. Because he knew the whole story that led Samael to flee from Silver City at a too young age to find a new home in the far away Gardens, where Lilith was retired. He knew all too well this old sad, horrible, disgusting story, of a gone Father, of mean jealous brothers acting harshly because as a real Child of Love, Samael was a painful reminder of what wasn't anymore. A rejection that must have rooted deeply Luci's desire to rebel against the injustice he was suffering, and allowed by his distracted Father.

With Lilith's comeback, bitter memories could easily surface and could pretty much blow up to their faces, once again.

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When Lucifer stepped in, the penthouse looked like a little battlefield.

Several objects, such as old books, vases and urns, Babylonian statuettes of Nergal and Shamash, ashtrays – even a silver toothbrush – had flown and crashed everywhere, with notable exception of his wide collection of liquors behind his private bar.

Just at the center of the room, down on the floor, was a bunch of brown and white limbs entangled, eliciting various guttural screams. The above fighter was Lilith, she was pinning down her opponent because she was cheating, using her large pitch black wings to block Maze's deadly knives while she was pummeling her face with her tiny balled fists.

"You will OBEY!" was thundering Lilith.

The answer came, unequivocal. "Suck my ass, bitch!"

"Thou shall show respect, I am your Mother!"

"You're right… Suck my ass, Mother-Of-All the bitchy Bitches!" growled Maze with dangerous underlying venom.

Clearing his throat, Lucifer approached cautiously, clasping his hands together before greeting them in his usual silky voice: "Ladies! You must be thirsty. May I offer you a drink before you reprise hostilities?"

Lilith lifted her head to meet his gaze. She could easily pass for his real sister, at least from a human narrow point of view. She had the same black curls, same pale complexion, same dark eyes dancing with obvious joy and impatience to see him... As she stood up, far more gracefully a human would do, her legs were still on each side of Maze's waist. The Devil noticed her torn short silver and black dress with a bare back, when her wings parted to spread proudly around her. With an elegant and quite unexpected move, Lilith brutally tore the fabric from her and the dress made a cracking fatal noise. With a funny little wave, she threw what had been a couture über sexy outfit just into the silenced face of a landed Mazikeen...

The Hybrid was standing absolutely, definitely and gloriously... naked, between her two big wings, contrasting with her creamy skin. Very similar to the first time they met, long long time ago.

She dropped in a royal way. "You can keep it, I don't like it anyway."

Then, laughing of joy, she ran smack into Lucifer, in his compelled arms, her legs circling his waist, to nuzzle his five o'clock shadow. "Samael! I missed you so much!" she cooed.

Maze put aside the ragged cloth with a slow smirk, and pushed on one elbow, she considered her "former master" and how his lucky hands were full of delights. If any, Mother had a rare incredible body that could have her gawk and rush, if she had not been who she was… Instead, the demoness had to admit she was a bit jealous. Someone would have a very unholy sexual bliss tonight, gorging again and again on all those divine plump silken curves... She growled.

Yet Lucifer glanced at her friend alarmingly and mouthed a clear "Help me!" she made an act to ignore. "Well, well, she said, mimicking mockingly the polite way of Lucifer. Since I guess my presence is not required anymore, I'll return to my duties..."

Overwhelmed by insistent clinging limbs, Lucifer was struggling as gently as possible to keep his shirt and pants on, while Lilith was trying to get rid of them. When she admitted she missed the caress of his skin on her, Maze rolled her eyes. This was becoming all too sappy for her. Cuddles now, eww! Probably another angel thing she wasn't wired to understand.

"Ma-Maze! squeaked Lucifer as Mother's snaking hand was grabbing fiercely his most interesting asset. I… wouldn't want to cut your girl's chit-chat, and long overdue family reunion!"

"No, she sighed, so Mother will know I'm very obedient to the new mission you assigned me with… the Offspring" she told with sparkling eyes.

Yet quite distracted by the heavenly ministrations of Lilith, Lucifer sensed the hidden message rather quickly. It was a clear confirmation when the dark winged angel froze on the spot and turned her head towards her daughter, quite like an owl would do. Panting, Lucifer took the chance to step back and rearrange his disheveled state of hair and clothing.

"Which offspring?" she asked in a singing tone laced with greedy curiosity. "Or perhaps, whose?"

Maze turned her heels with a mock military salute and a shit-eating grin, and started to go away, swaying her hips dangerously on her stiletto leather boots. "I'm not supposed to discuss my Master's orders, Mum. He'll tell you if he has such desire…"

When she got into the compliant lift, through the closing doors, Maze saw the eyes of Lucifer thanking her in silence instead of being angry. So maybe the rumors were true about Mother and her cruel pact with God... The demoness just had the time to hear Lilith repeating her question in Enochian – or she supposed it was – because it was said exactly the same way. Yet, with maybe more firm coaxing.

She didn't know much Enochian because first, that was the language of angels; and second, she was not one. But when she answered to the feverish and desperate invocation of a badly injured and almost dead Lucifer after his Fall, he was exclusively talking this gibberish... She had to learn few basic terms.

However she was smart enough to guess that Angel Gibberish was also a language of high power. Trixie told her mortals were calling them "spells". She knew she wasn't to know more than few words because none of them were insignificant or meaningless. The Power of the Great Bastard was enclosed in every single letter of it. He started the whole universe, planes and dimensions with just one word. Well four, if she remembered well what Lucifer had mumbled one day he thought she wasn't listening. Those words were: let there be light.

She was pretty sure that one day, he could say equally: let's turn it off. If he was mad enough.

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In a very small room that smelled antiseptic, like the whole building, Chloe was trying hopelessly to concentrate on the footage of the hospital CCTV cams. Sat in a plastic chair next to her, Pierce was scrutinizing another vid too, for they agreed to share. To her surprise, he was using the console like a pro, zooming in on some people or slowing the motion to check something out.

Nothing seemed strange, however. By now, she could recognize all the nurses and pediatricians because they were few. On this corridor to the nursery, visitors were mostly parents or families. They all had happy faces with great loving (or tired) smiles. Memories of Trixie's birth were lurking in her mind. Like the Lieutenant, she was trying to scan for each unauthorized detail that could have been out of place.

She was now paying a close attention at the Nice Nurse (whose name was Maryam Naaji, as the Dr Estevez told her). Apparently, she was a gentle and shy person, very caring, so caring that Chloe was even feeling a bit harsh in comparison. She found that forty-eight hours ago, something was obviously already bugging her: she wasn't smiling anymore on the vids and keeping her head low.

Unconsciously, Chloe get closer to the small black and white screen in front of her. "Have you got something, Decker?" asked Pierce, sensing she was moving slightly more on her chair next to him.

For the sake of the cause, he studied few seconds her beautiful and pure profile with the corner of his eye. Damn! She was quite a beauty… Her most distinctive trait was her blue eyes crowned by two surreal very long eyebrows that added strength to her gaze – especially when she was looking at you from below… Her tiny nose of perfect proportions was yet quickly forgotten... as soon as you fell upon her crazy luscious lower lip. It was betraying an unexpected very sensual streak under her serious and guarded composure... Her career must have been like hell. None of them must have taken her seriously because she was too good looking.

He knew he should banish that kind of thoughts because she was also incredibly good at listening to her gut instinct, telling her when something was wrong. And since he was one of the wrongest things in this room, he kept his voice as gruff as possible. "Do you want me to zoom in for you?"

She was shaking her head slowly, mesmerized. "No thanks, I'm fine. It's just…" She didn't bother to finish her sentence and he turned towards her, a bit stiffly because his aching wound.

"Just what?"

She peered at him through her eyelashes and smiled, startled as if she had forgotten he was here. "Sorry, I usually do this alone and of course I'm not used to someone actually answering when I mumble something to myself… On this video – that was Wednesday – Nurse Naaji, started to appear not like her normal happy self. Worried, maybe. But it's not a proof of anything."

"Let me see".

He scooted his chair closer, and as he was taking control of her vid, using the buttons and levers, his hand brushed hers. He leaned a bit, with a slight pang of pain when he tried to turn a remote rewinding tool. "If you'd let me…" she prompted.

More than often, with her, Lucifer hadn't had the slightest idea of what some called "personal space", especially in the beginning, when he was trying to sleep with her. So she should have get used. But now she felt Pierce was too close, invading, in that tiny workspace, and that was slightly embarrassing. Yet, to his credit, he was not paying attention to her at all. "You're right" he said, his blue grey eyes watching the screen as if they were able to send X-Rays. "But maybe it wasn't something she saw in this part of the hospital, maybe before taking her service, or in the street."

Still musing, he distanced himself to grab the pile of CDs on his right. After having read the labels, he opened one crystal case, and placed the disk where it had to.

"You thought of something?"

He nodded. "Just checking the main entrance camera"... His hands flew rapidly over the controls to display it.

"How is it you know so well how it works?" she asked.

"Had plenty jobs to earn my living before ending up as a cop. Finish yours, I'm starting to check this one."

Chloe rolled her eyes and pinched her lips. Usually, she had no problem to strike back when Lucifer was being a rude ass but… again, Pierce was not to be treated like the average cop… It was hard to admit but sometimes, she regretted Olivia at the head of the precinct. She was ambitious and quite conniving, but at least, she didn't make her feel like shit because "she was just a girl" and they could bond over fighting the male chauvinism…

Now grumpy Pierce was looking his video in fast forward mode. Show-off or not? She wasn't aware she was completely staring at him before he uttered, still sarcastic and cold, his eyes never leaving the screen: "If you have something to say, Decker, spill it... Is my dressing gown open again?"

To prevent them from risking a fatal glace, Chloe closed quickly her eyes, feeling her cheeks burning. This really couldn't last any longer.

She didn't see him look at her petrified posture with a soft twinkle in his pupils. She was so nice. "Relax, Decker. I was just joking. You know jokes? Don't you have the slightest sense of humor?"

She gaped and shot him an outraged glance, wondering since when he was team Lucifer on that subject. He went on calmly. "I can have some, from time to time. But… judging from your reaction, I must be definitely rusty... Listen, Decker, I can see you're not acting normally around me and I don't want this, because like I said, you're my best detective here and I need you to be focused on big cases like this one. So even if I pretty suck at this, if you feel we should talk about what happened other day, let's do it…"

Her eyes widened in horror and she tore her hands before shaking them nervously. "Lieutenant, I am terribly sorry I just barged in your room without knocking… I'm trying to learn this to my daughter but I understand now why she isn't very good at it… That's genetic!"

The corner of his mouth twitched and he watched again the screen, letting her time to cool down her lovely rosy cheeks. "That's no big deal, right? Just a bit of flesh… Besides, you've probably seen better than my beer belly..."

He sighed inwardly. He was being terrible, his conversational skills a lot under par. She bent her head, looking more uncomfortable. He paused and decided to help her to move on by dropping some true but vague information about him she could focus on instead. "I… I worked in a morgue when I was younger to pay my student loans… Bodies have stopped to impress me since, I guess…"

"One of those many jobs?"

"Indeed."

She lightened, looked more interested and tilted her head. "What is it?"

"What is it what?"

"On screen. There. Please rewind, I've seen something like… a blur, I would say".

"A blur? Hum… Please don't tell me it was a red-blue blur" he murmured manipulating the buttons. She stood up impatiently and leaned on the console to look closer. "Sit down Decker; you're blocking the view… I'll zoom in…"

She complied grudgingly. "Why? What if the blur was colored? You had heard of something like this before?"

He let out a little chuckle. "Mhh yes, but I doubt that could be our suspect. You... aren't a fan of comics, are you?"*

"Sorry no. Not my thing at all… See, here (she pointed a finger) next to the pillar with the medical ad… It's moving almost too fast but there is something… Could you slow down?"

"Yes, ma'am" he answered half amused, before watching intently the screen too.

This was a really weird blur, for sure. And for the record, not red-blue. It was more like air was displaced by something invisible, causing a slight distortion, like seeing through a magnifying glass. That was very subtle. She had an eye indeed for having caught this.

"I can't understand what I'm seeing" she admitted with a frown. "I'm not keen to make suppositions. Plus, it's almost time for me to go… but give me the CDs. I'll have them analyzed finely by the lab."

He nodded curtly and gave her the pack of disks. "And if you were to make suppositions, what would you go for?"

She placed them in the bag and had a nice happy smile for the first time since he knew her. "A super spy with a really cool cloaking device. Too bad I can't put this on my report, right?" she answered. "I have to go now. Do you… need help to go back to your room?"

"Don't say 'go back to your room'. You sound like my mother!" he said falsely shattered, before he added in a softer tone: "Thanks, I think I can manage."

Unbelievable! Mr. Freeze was trying to have a normal nice conversation? She tried to push her luck. "Probably a remarkable woman, your mother. What's her name?"

He sighed in defeat. "Havah."

"Oh! That sounds very Hollywoodian. Like in Ava Gardner, perhaps? Is there something you didn't tell us about your family background?"

Of course, she was joking. But he couldn't prevent himself from flashing her that thrilling not so quite innocent smile that was flustering her a bit. "Plenty."

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(to be continued)

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* A/N : Tom Welling who plays Lt Markus Pierce is well known to have been the quite unforgettable young Clark Kent in Smallville. The "red-blue blur" was the nickname press and Lois Lane were giving to him, at times he didn't revealed himself to the world as... Superman. As a fan, I couldn't resist to place at least a small nod to his former performance. :-D