He felt like he had truly spit in his Father's eye as he watched his white wings burn; it was the first feeling of joy he had felt in a long time, it nearly bordered on erotic in a way. The feeling had not lasted though as the recent events only worked to annoy him to no end. The Cheater therapist case had been fun, but being ganged up on by his therapist as well as Chloe had not been as fun as it sounded. Of course he solved the case nearly at the same time as the police had, but if anyone were to ask he had been knowledgeable of the outcome all along.

"Aww little baby not happy with his bottle?" a mocking voice inquired. "As for the case, you were too busy being a petulant child to figure out that easy case." The dark haired twin mocked.

Lucifer sighed. "That was a bit harsh; but now you are resorting to churlish name calling?" He then looked at his mysterious visitor. "I'm hurt."

She was dressed in a dark corset as usual, and a long dark skirt, but she now wore a long duster the swept out behind her like a shadow.

"Yea, hurt, but only when around Det. Decker." She said and sauntered over to his extensive wall of drinks. She poured him and herself a glass and handed his to him. "Can you get drunk when you are around her or at the very least get a good buzz on?" she said and sat down next to him. "Or is it only vulnerability to weaponry? Something to ponder since I know it is weighing on your mind." She continued. "Better watch out might get an STD if you screw the wrong party girl and Decker is around. Devil gets the clap; what a sensation!" She said and took a drink.

The scent of sweet coconut and something else hit his nose setting his mind a flame; he hadn't really had anyone talk down to him in eons; it hadn't been fun then, and it was not enjoyable now.

"Course it seems even your dazzled therapist won't sleep with you anymore." She said with a hearty chuckle.

Lucifer growled a bit, he had his dear brother to thank for the good doctor cutting him off. Seems it was getting easier for those around him to turn him down; his spark seemed to be waning.

"Oh the silent treatment, oh that will show me. Like how burning your wings will show your Pops that you are a big man, and not his dog. So, how does destroying parts of your body, things, and reputation show anyone anything?" she asked and finished off her drink.

Lucifer grumbled. "Gee I don't know, but I guess you are going to tell me."

"Wrong, what do I look like you mother?!" She exclaimed. "Sheesh if you don't get it now, when you do get it, it's going to be like an explosion in your simple mind." She said and stood up.

The Devil leapt up and grabbed the girl by her shoulders. "Stop with all the stupid riddles, and the attempt to get under my skin, and all the picking you're doing, AND TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!"

His eye burned like brimstone, and he felt like he could breathe hell fire; he shook this odd creature with all his might, hoping to shake the answers from her body. A laugh across the room caught him off guard, and he looked to see that he was now shaking an empty leather duster.

"Do mind the coat, it's one of my favorites, what you want is not there it's not going to be discovered by force." She said with a sigh. "Take care of it because I'll be back." She said with a chuckle. "Oh and by the way watch out who you make deals with, one will end up biting you in the arse, and not in a pleasant way." She called out over her shoulder.

Lucifer looked at the shroud with a sigh. "Oh goody more riddles, and unwanted warnings."