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It had been two days since Lucifer had visited Liz; and ever since then things had been quiet. It was as if the city was holding its breath. But for what Liz had no idea, so was stuck waiting for disaster to strike.

Then there was a knock at the door. Liz touched the blade hidden in her jacket to reassure herself. She approached the door and looked cautiously through the peephole. When she saw who it was her face relaxed into a smile.

"Chester Lionel DouglasMacArthur!" she half shouted as she opened the door.

Chester Lionel Douglas MacArthur was Lyall Belua's nephew and poised to become the next alpha if Lyall ever stepped down as pack leader or died. In spite of this Lionel (only Liz called him that, most people called him Douglas) was pretty easy-going. He was one of the few people Liz counted a true friend.

"Why do you do that?" Lionel asked as he stepped into the apartment.

"Do what?" Liz asked him.

"Say Douglas and MacArthur as one word."

Liz grinned to herself. They'd had this conversation many times. "Because that's the only proper way to say it."

"But no one else says it like that." He protested.

"Cause' they all say it wrong." Liz explained.

"Yeah, because everyone who's ever said my name is wrong, except for you." Lionel replied sarcastically.

Liz nodded. "Yup, that's right." She then laughed at the expression that crossed Lionel's face. "Every time." she thought.

Before he could respond and continue the argument Liz said; "Is there a reason you came to see me, or did you just come to argue about your name."

Lionel immediately got excited. In the space of a few seconds he went from moody and sullen to energetic and excited. Lionel could act so mature that sometimes she had to remind herself that he was only seventeen.

"We got word from Randy." Lionel said. Randy was a skin walker who had been placed undercover in one of the gangs by Lyall, at Liz's request. She had thought that it might be good to know what was going on in the gangs, to make sure that nothing supernatural was happening there.

"He says demons have infiltrated one of the gangs. Can you believe it? Actual live demons here in New York." Lionel was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Liz wasn't as excited. Demons just destroyed; there was no rhyme or reason to it, they just did. If there were demons in town they had to be dealt with quickly, before bodies started dropping.

"Do you have details?" Liz asked quickly.

Lionel nodded. "Randy says they possessed the leader and two lieutenants in the gang and that they'll meet at this abandoned building later today." He said all this in one breath.

"Address?" Liz asked.

He told her the address. Then looked at her as if he wanted to ask her something. Liz thought she knew what was coming and sighed inwardly. "Well? Out with it, what do you want?"

"Can I come with you?" he blurted suddenly.

"Lionel, you're seventeen."

"So? You had your first fight with chaos demons when you were fifteen. And I've heard you swear that chaos demons are harder to fight then demons from hell."

"If I take you with me and you even stub a toe, Lyall will have a conniption."

"Please" he begged. "How am I ever supposed to learn how to fight if I never get to see any action?"

Liz sighed. Lionel was right. Lyall was overprotective; she had told him so herself, several times. She had been working the streets since she was fourteen. "Okay, you can come."

"Yes!" He punched the air.

"On one condition." She told him, cutting short his celebration. "You do what I tell you; if I say run you run as fast as your little legs will carry you. If I tell you to leave me and save yourself, you do it."

Lionel had turned completely serous. "Do you think these demons might be able to defeat you? He asked.

"I'm not worried about a few demons; I'm worried that this might be a trap." Liz said.

Lionel shook his head. "You are so paranoid."

"Yes." She agreed. "And that's why I'm still alive."

Lucifer was in a good mood. Things had been running smoothly with Operation Takeover, all the other beasts had been running hunters ragged, and Michael hadn't gotten his vessel to say yes yet and probably never would. He smirked and put his feet up on his desk. Things were looking up.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. "Come in." he called.

Meg walked in with a nervous expression on her face. He could tell that whatever had brought her to his office wasn't good.

"I have an update on Operation Takeover in New York." She announced. She handed him a manila envelope.

He opened it and pulled out a picture of a crime scene. There were three dead bodies lying next to each other; and spray painted at their feet in large black letters was the message "STAY OUT OF NEW YORK." It took him a minute but he realized that the dead men were the gang leaders he had sent demons to possess.

"And I was having such a good day." He sighed. "Suspects?"

"It was Holloway." Meg said. "No one else would do something like this."

"I'm going for a walk." Lucifer declared, standing up and walking out of the room.

"Where are you going?" She asked, but Lucifer didn't answer; he was already gone.

Lucifer appeared in Liz's dining room. She was making dinner. He cleared his throat to get her attention, and she whirled around in alarm.

"What the hell!" Liz exclaimed. "What the actual freaking hell!"

Lucifer tilted his head to the side in confusion. "What?"

"Dude." She said, much calmer now that she saw who it was. "There is this thing, it's called knocking. You're supposed to do it before you go into someone else's home. I mean, I get you were locked in hell for thousands of years but that's no excuse for…"

"You killed my demons." He said coolly, interrupting her tirade.

"Yeah, so?" She asked, slightly smirking.

Lucifer began to get angry. "So, you aren't allowed to do that!"

The smile disappeared. "Listen hell boy, if you didn't want me to kill your demons, you shouldn't have sent them to New York!"

"Hell boy?" Lucifer sputtered.

"Yeah, and I'll tell you what else, I won't tolerate a demonic presentence in this city! So back off New York!" She snapped.

"Or else what?" He snapped back.

"Or else I'll consider hell an active threat to this city. Tell me hell boy, in my file does it say what happened to the fortress of Nyx?"

"Yeah, I know what happened to it." She had razed it.

"Good, because I'm not negotiating here; and if you don't stay away I'll do the same thing to hell."

He had to back off New York otherwise Liz would obliterate hell. But Lucifer couldn't just leave; he felt he had to salvage some of his dignity. "If I say I'll leave New York alone, you'll stay out of my other operations."

"Sure, I don't care about your fucking apocalypse, as long as it stays out of New York."

"You're willing to let me destroy the rest of the world, as long as I stay out of New York? Why? What's so special about New York?'

Liz sneered at him. "Like I'd tell you."

"Fine, whatever. Now that we're both on the same page I'll take my leave now." And he left before she could say anther word.

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