Author's Note: Persephone is in town. She and Chloe are getting along great. Lucifer is still obsessing about getting Lux reopened. He is frustrated and ill tempered. This is mostly just a bit of family drama. Cause who doesn't love family drama? Plans for my next epic are coming along. Just need to get the plot together. Would you guys be interested in a prequel with Lucifer and Persephone as a child? I may do them as one shots like here. Where he shows up at birthdays, and graduations and what not? Let me know.
The Devil was angry, very angry. It was only a week till Lux was due to reopen and it seemed everything was going wrong. The distributor failed to deliver the alcohol on time. Some of the new dancers had already quit. He was having trouble finding competent employees. The painters kept messing up. It was just too much. He had stepped away and headed to his penthouse.
The elevator rode silently to the top floor. He heard the laughter of women before the doors opened. He kind of wanted to be alone. The doors opened to reveal his wife and daughter sitting on the couch laughing and talking. His grandson was playing with his stepdaughter. To most it would have been a blissful scene. Right now the Devil saw it as an annoyance. Persephone and Chloe stopped talking as he stepped off the elevator. He knew that his daughter could sense his anger.
"Everything okay, Dad?" She asked as he walked to the bar.
He didn't answer and only poured himself a drink. Trixie and Tristan were running around laughing. He glanced as his grandson ran over and grabbed hold of his leg. "Persephone." He said coldly. "Can you get your son, please?"
"He's just saying hi." Persephone responded.
"I see that. I'm not in the mood right now."
Persephone sighed and got up slowly. She was with child as well as Chloe was. She wasn't as far along but she was showing a bit. She walked over and picked up her one-year-old. He fussed when he realized Grandpa didn't respond to him. "Want to talk about it?" She asked.
"No." He spat out. He picked up a bottle and his glass and headed out to the balcony. He could feel the women staring at him. He didn't care. He closed the door and sat with a huff on one of the chairs. He poured some scotch in the glass. His dark eyes looking out over Los Angeles. Somedays he didn't think all of this fuss was worth it. He sighed loudly. He heard the glass door slide open. Not turning he knew it was Chloe. "What?"
She placed her hand on his shoulder. His dark eye glanced up at her. "Lucifer. Are you alright?"
"Just frustrated." He responded.
She pulled up one of the other chairs and sat carefully. She looked uncomfortable with her large belly. It was less than three weeks till the due date. She shifted. "Sure, you don't want to talk about it?"
A weak smile spread across his features. Her blue eyes were peering into his. She was still so beautiful to him. He was tempted to carry her to the bedroom and take her. But she hadn't been in a very amorous mood as of late. She said it hurt and she just wasn't feeling it. He raised his hand and stroked her cheek. "No, darling." He leaned over and placed a kiss on her lips. "I see you and Persephone are getting on pretty well."
Chloe nodded. "Yeah. We always have. She is planning a baby shower for me tomorrow. I hope that is alright?"
"Whatever." He shrugged and sipped his drink.
Chloe frowned. "I'm going to go back inside. Why don't you join us?" She struggled to get up from the chair. Grunts of frustration emitted from her lips.
Lucifer sighed and set his drink down. He stood up and then helped his very pregnant wife to her feet.
"Thank you." She kissed him on the cheek.
He nodded and sat back down on the chair. Dark eyes looking out over the city again. He sat for a few more minutes. He could hear his family laughing and having a good time. Feeling a little bad for not joining him he rose from the chair and headed back inside.
Tristan ran by him laughing as Trixie chased him. They seemed to like this game. His grandson was quite fast for a one-year-old. Trixie seemed to like playing with him even though he could barely talk. He stood and watched them for a moment. Persephone had arrived the day before. Her husband was stuck at work so it was just her and the baby. He hated to admit it. But he was glad she was here.
He skirted by the kids and walked over to the couches. He sat beside Chloe. They were prattling on about gooey woman problems. He tried to follow along and found himself almost queasy. Standing up he walked to the bar. He needed more booze to drown out his sorrows. Taking a sip, he eyed Tristan running past him. He was getting a little annoyed that Chloe and Persephone seemed to be ignoring their offspring. Tristan than ran into the piano. With his angelic strength it was enough to shift the instrument causing the urn on top to wobble dangerously.
The Devil rushed over and grabbed the priceless urn before it could topple and break. Tristan began crying. It was the last straw. "Persephone can you kindly control your spawn." He growled. Persephone rushed over and picked up her son.
"Sorry Dad." She said while consoling the toddler.
"He almost broke this. My house is not a bloody playground." He nearly yelled.
"I'm sorry Lucifer." Trixie said next to Persephone. "It was my idea."
"Well, Beatrice you should be more careful. There are priceless items in this room. I expected better of you." He scowled at the child.
Persephone put a hand on Trixie's shoulder. "Come on Trixie. Let go sit down." She glared at her Dad. "You don't have to be so harsh with them."
Lucifer glared at his daughter. "Then do a better job of watching them. You two prattling on about woman problems while they run about. I'm not running a bloody day care." He nearly yelled. He saw his daughter flinch. "Things were so much easier when I was a bachelor." He threw up his hand.
Persephone frowned. She turned away from Lucifer and lead Trixie and Tristan back to the couches.
Chloe was trying to get up but failed. "Lucifer, come on. Don't be like that."
"Don't tell me what to do." He picked up Isaiah's urn and walked towards the elevator. He felt the eyes of the women on the back of his head. He didn't care. He needed to get away.
The brand new piano sitting in the middle of a half-finished Lux played a new song. The Devil had set the urn on top of it. He stared at it as he played. Workers milled about the club getting it ready for the big grand reopening. He ignored them. His mind in a million places at once. This whole being a family man was new territory for him. Lucifer didn't regret it. But he did miss his old life. His hands glided over the smooth ivory keys effortlessly.
He heard the elevator doors open. Persephone was walking down the steps. He noticed the workers pausing to look at her. He couldn't help but smile. His daughter did command attention even if she didn't want it. Even the female workers were admiring her. He looked down at the piano as she approached. He continued to play even as she stopped and leaned against the instrument. "Come to lecture me."
"No." She responded quietly. She smiled and listened to the song coming from the piano. She ran a hand over the piano's smooth glossy finish. "This is a beautiful piano." She remarked. His head was still cast down at the keys. Playing the song. "I like this song. Where is it from?"
He glanced up at her. "I wrote it." Was his response.
"Really? It's beautiful." She placed her hand on his shoulder.
"It's Isaiah's song."
"I love it, Dad. I really do."
He stopped playing for a moment and scooted over on the bench. He patted the seat. "Want to help me break in the new piano." He smiled at his daughter.
Persephone sat beside him. She shrugged. "How?"
"Sing with me." He responded.
Persephone looked around the room. There were several people working. She looked down at the keys. "I don't know."
"Oh come now. You can sing with your father can't you?"
"There was people here."
"You've done it before. You have the voice of an angel. Quite literally." He chuckled.
"It makes me uncomfortable."
Lucifer shook his head. His dark eyes looked at his daughter. "What are you afraid of? You are an angel; you shouldn't be afraid of anything."
"I don't like the feeling of eyes all staring at me."
Lucifer chuckled. "Persephone, do you have any idea how stunningly beautiful you are? I'm not just saying that as your father. But you turn heads. You command attention whether you want it or not. Did you not notice my workers all staring at you waling down those stairs?"
Persephone blushed. She listened to her father's words. "I am just not someone who needs people's attention all of the time."
Lucifer folded his arms. "You had no problem standing before God and the angels, did you? All of them their eyes were upon you when you received your wings."
"I was a little uneasy." Persephone admitted. "Especially since they all heard me crying out in pain."
"Yes. But you stood there with dignity. You looked your grandfather in the eye when he spoke to you." Lucifer bumped her shoulder. "You weren't too shy to stand in front of your cousins and command them. You lead them into battle against the demons."
"Yeah. I did." She shook her head. Leaning against him. "I came down here to check on you. But I guess we are helping each other."
"That's what family does." Lucifer placed his hands on the piano. "So, sing with me." The Devi asked her.
"Okay, Dad." She smiled at him. She felt a light kick from her own growing baby. She placed a hand on her belly.
Lucifer smiled at the moment. "I can't wait to meet your daughter."
Persephone looked at him. "How did you know? Only Bryan and I knew."
Lucifer smiled at her. "I'm the Devil, darling." He laughed and began to play one of Joanie's songs. "You know this one don't you."
Persephone nodded and began to sing. Her voice carrying through the club even without the aid of a microphone. Lucifer sat beside her with pride as she sang. His earlier anger was gone. Only pride filled him as his listened to Persephone sing.
When the song was through she took a deep breath. "How was that?"
"Beautiful." He said quietly. "I am sorry about earlier. I guess I should learn to control my temper. I can't be flying off the handle like that all the time. I would hate to scare the wits out of the new one."
Persephone leaned over and kissed his cheek. "It's alright, Dad. We should have been watching them better."
"So, let's do another song. Then we can go back upstairs."
"Yeah, I need to check on Tristan. Poor Chloe is having a hard time moving around." She chuckled.
"Are you calling my wife fat?" Lucifer asked.
"No, Dad. I am not calling your wife fat. Geez." Persephone elbowed him.
"Ouch." He laughed and played another song on the piano. "You know this one?"
"Yeah." She began to sing and then Lucifer joined in.
They played a few more before heading back up to the penthouse. Lucifer was in an infinitely better mood. He was glad to have his family around him. Being alone was not all it was cracked up to be.
