You know, if fairy tales where true, this one would be one hell of a tale. A wizard girl and the Devil, falling in love . . .she's making him good again and all that kind of crap . . .but, we're not in a fairy tale and that kind of stories do not exist so this situation scares me to death.

Can the Devil, Sammael, be good again? Was he even bad? What if God send him to hell because he knew he was the only archangel that was able to cope with the task of punishing evil people? Then, if that theory was true, the Devil was never . . .evil. He was just doing his job. If the God knew all that is going to happen, then before he created Sammael, he must have known that he would want equality and he was still his favorite son.

I know all of this may sound silly but I'm just trying to make sense . . .I'm trying really hard to vindicate my feelings for him and to understand what in the world is going on. He just told me that he was in love with me and I'm just standing there, looking at him with all of these thoughts running trough my mind.

Is he really good? Or is he evil? Was he ever evil? Is he just trying to find someone to understand the situation he was in? If so many people believe that he is the most evil being . . .is there any possibility that all of them have that fact wrong?


Soon enough, my vision became clearer and I saw Lucifer looking at me.

"What?", I had a feeling he asked me something.

"I asked, if you where okay. You look pale."

I passed by him, "Well, you could say I'm a bit . . .well, shocked? I guess."

He nodded his head, "I understand."

I looked back at him and he looked hurt . . .and I felt bad because of it.

"Look,", I said walking towards him, "it's-"

"No, no.", he lifted his hands up, "you really don't have to explain your self. Over and above, I am the Devil so I can understand your discomfort. I am pure evil and trough the centuries people had told the tales about how Satan can present himself as the most grater good there is so really, I don't blame you. I'm going to go now. It was a pleasure to meet you and, well, everything else . . .and you can still cunt of my help for your task."

He was walking towards the door but I grabbed his hand,

"Lucifer, listen-"

"No, you listen. I'm not going to make you feel bad or torn apart so . . .goodbye."

He gave me a small smile before he closed the door behind him. I rubbed my eyes with my hands, feeling like crap.

I sat down and sighed, "I really need to talk with someone.", I said out loud . . .and I knew just the person. So, I took my keys and left the apartment.


Lucifer's p.o.v.

I felt Maze's eyes on me but I didn't react. I was drinking and wondering what the hell went wrong with me and a part of me just really, really wanted to go back to Hell.

I heard Maze sigh and I knew what was coming,

"Will you tell me what the hell is wrong with you or are you just going to sit there, looking like a sad puppy?"

"I really don't want to talk about it.", I answered, looking at her.

She shook her head and walked out of the bar, taking a seat beside me, "What is wrong with you, Lucifer?"

"I-just-", I was about to wangle myself out of it but she interrupted me.

"It's about the girl? Margot?"

I just sighed but didn't answer her question.

She put her hand on my shoulder, "Oh, come on . . .talk to me."

I knew that it was a bad idea but what choice did I have.

"Okay. Here it goes. I told her that I think that I'm falling in love with her and she . . .wasn't delighted with that information. You know, since I am from Hell.", I stated, looking at her expression.

"You . . .fell in love wit her?", she asked, raising her eyebrow.

"Oh God, here we go.", I rolled my eyes and took a sip from my glass.

"No, no.", she raised her hands in defense, "I didn't mean like that. We're just talking, no judging or smart ass comments."

I smirked, "From you? Hardly."

"Okay . . .so, she . . .did what?"

"It's not what she did, it's what her facial expression was when I told her that. I saw the inner struggle she had with herself and I knew it wouldn't go away so . . .I left.", I took another drink from my glass.

"Maybe, she needs some time."

I scoffed, "Yes. Because it's every women's dream to date Satan. Your right, she just needs some time to prosecute it."

She rolled her eyes, "Don't get all sarcastic with me, I just asked. I'm not really good at those things."

"Figured."


I knocked on the door and heard a "Come in" from the other side, so I opened it. Minerva was sitting at her desk, grading some papers I suppose. She looked up and smiled, "Margot, what brings you here? Go on, sit."

I returned the smile and did as I was told.

"You look worried.", she stated.

"Yea. I . . .needed someone to talk to and you where the first person I thought of."

She nodded her head, "Is it about Lucifer?"

I narrowed my eyes, "How . . .did you know?"

She smiled and took her glasses of, "Darling, I saw the way you looked at him when you two came here."

I could feel my cheeks go red, "I suppose."

"But . . .he still is the Devil.", her voice was quiet and serious.

"Yes."

"And you think that falling in love with him is wrong."

"Yes."

"And the good you see in him is just an illusion."

"Yes."

"Why?"

I looked at her, "Why?"

She nodded, "Yes, why?"

"Well, the Christians and the Bible-"

"And from when do you care about all of those things?", she interrupted me.

"Well, I-I don't but I thought about them. I thought about the fact that he is bad and my feelings are bad and . . .you know."

"If my memory serves me well, the last time you where here, you told me that you guarantee for him . . .and you where pretty confident on that one. What changed?"

I was silent for a moment, before answering a simple, "I don't know."

"Are you a good person?"

"I guess I am . . .I try.", I gave her a small smile.

"Are your feelings for him pure?"

". . . .yes."

She nodded, "Is there any chance that you become so blinded by your feelings that you do something bad for or because of him?"

"No."

"Then?"

"But . . .he's the Devil."

She sighed and stood up, "What are you going to do? Listen to people or listen to your self? Your an auror and you are still acting like a muggle dunderhead."

I rubbed my face, "I know."

"Then?", she smirked, "Listen to yourself and it will all be good."


The cab stopped in front of Lux and I stepped out. Entering the club, I saw Lucifer playing the piano and singing so I smiled to myself. Slowly I walked down the stairs and towards him. Him was just finished when I came closer,

"May I sit?", I said with a smile and he turned around. His was a bit shocked but he managed to answer,

"Yes. You can."

"You have a lovely voice.", I said, sitting down.

"Thank you."

"And you play the piano really good."

"Thank you."

"And,", I smiled, "you're a really good kisser . . .but I suppose you already knew that.", I whispered.

He smiled, "Why are you telling me all if this?"

"The piano part or the kissing part?"

He raised his eyebrow and smirked.

"Well, the piano part is because I would like for you to play me a song . . .and the kissing part is because I would like for you to kiss me again."

He nodded, "And what-", but I interrupted him with a kiss. We where in public and I didn't really like that stuff doing or seeing in public so the kiss was a simple and sweet one.

After a minute we parted, "Why did you change your mind?"

"I never told you my opinion in the first place . . .aaaand I had a talk with a friend."

He nodded and smiled, "Well, then I am really glad you talked to your friend, I would like to thank him . . .or her."

I return the smile, "You will get your chance. Now, can a girl like me get a song from a guy like you?"

He laughed, "What do you want to hear?"

"You pick."