A/N Hey guys, sorry for the late update...Well not really late. But not early either. I am trying to get better.

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"A left hook." He corrected again, sighing deeply when my right fist swung out. "No, with your left hand darling." A deep chuckle escaped the confines of his mouth and I frowned, hand coming back down to my side.

Lucifer—or my father, depending on my mood—was shockingly soft spoken as he instructed me with gentle corrections and a frustratingly encouraging smile. It seemed that through the entirety or our time together he had yet to raise his voice or frown in frustration. I wasn't worried by that though, what seemed to have gained my attention the most was the tender look that shone in his eyes. It hadn't shown any sign of disappearing or wearing out, no matter how much I seemed to fail in his instruction.

"Okay, maybe we'll try a right hook?" He offered and I cracked a smile, correcting my posture and straightening out. He cocked his head but copied my movements, standing once again in a calm manner.

"Or maybe we could stop?" I asked tentatively. "I mean we've been going at it for ages!" I reminded him with an exaggerated wave of my hands. Absently it seemed, his eyes trailed up to my forehead and then down to my bare arms and legs. I had no doubt that all three were covered in bruises and cuts.

With a nod and flourish of his hand, he gestured for me to go back inside. "If you wish my dear Drew." He allowed, smiling over at me, straight white teeth almost blinding me.

I swallowed but moved ahead, hearing crunching footsteps quickly falling into pace behind me. I opened the back door, turning to keep it open until he grabbed it. "Are... uh..." I rubbed the back of my neck, standing awkwardly in the middle of the lounge. "Are you hungry?" I finally managed to ask. "I mean do you eat?"

He tilted his head ever so slightly, studying me. "No, child, I do not eat. I have no need too. But I suppose, as a comfort, I could eat at your side." He smiled once again, gently placing a hand on the small of my back and leading me into the kitchen. "Come, I shall put something on the stove and then assess your wounds."

I allowed myself to be edged into the kitchen, then not so subtly shoved into a chair. My father had no trouble learning the mechanics of the stove, studying the instant pasta box in his hands. With a grunt he eased a pot full of water onto the hot element, pouring the pasta in and giving it a quick stir. After that I received a flash of a smile before he disappeared into the hallway.

I heard his footsteps travel up the stairs, no doubt heading straight to the main bathroom where I kept my first aid kit. As I waited for him to quit rustling around I shot my arms and legs a small look. Small cuts and purple bruises littered the alabaster skin but I paid them no heed. I had had worse before. At a small, almost offended sting, I remembered the cut on my forehead, lifting a hand to feel the dried blood caking around the wound.

Lucifer walked back in, juggling the small bag in his hands and spotted me absently probing the cut. "Stop," He commanded, moving forward. At the tone of his voice, my hand fell flat. "Here, let me." He added in a gentler tone.

I nodded in thanks as he knelt beside me, already rooting through the bag curiously. "D-do you even know what you're doing?" I asked, wincing when the stammer in my voice made itself prominent.

He chuckled, a deep purr that echoed through the kitchen. "Yes. Human's are easy to understand, child." He soothed, eyeing the alcohol wipes I had pushed into his hands. With a frown, he ripped the packet open, carelessly dabbing my forehead with it.

I hissed in pain and he jolted back. I laughed gently, "I thought humans were easy to understand?" I challenged, a mocking lilt in my voice.

"I did not know that this... alcohol would affect you wound so." He corrected me, cocking a delicately shaped brow before continuing to dab, now ignoring my hissing and jolting around. "But I see now. It cleans the wound, yes?"

I nodded, smiling apologetically when it interrupted his work. "Can..." I hesitated biting my lip before absently straightening up. "Can I ask you something?"

He nodded simply, still concentrating on me. "Anything Drew."

I swallowed thickly, "My, uh, uncle... Said that you..." I paused, weighing my words. "In human mythology, Lucifer is the fallen angel... cast down from heaven and the like." I watched his eyebrows go up in amusement before he nodded, telling me to continue. "Uncle Ricky said you were just another Demon Lord. Not the fallen angel?"

He stopped, looking thoughtful before he gently placed a butterfly bandage on the now clean wound. "I've read about that I believe. I betrayed God did I not? And he cast me down from the heavens." Another chuckle resonated through the room. "I wonder what I did." He mused, ghosting his fingers over the cuts on my arms.

He hummed as I winced, "I don't know... I was tempted to look it up when I found out about, uh, you." I sighed heavily, turning to look out the window at the quickly approaching storm. "You probably did a bad thing."

He cracked a smile. "Very bad thing." He echoed my sigh before leaning back on his haunches. "No, I'm sorry but I am, as your uncle stated, just another Demon." He looked apologetic, as if expecting me to be disappointed.

"Just another Demon." I frowned, "But why was Blondie so scared of you I mean you saw her—Ah!" I whimpered when he probed a cut with a clean wipe, cleaning out the filth and dirt that had clogged it up. I swallowed and shifted in my seat, "You know what I mean."

"I may just be another demon my child, but I am..." His eyes rolled as he searched for words. After a few seconds he chuckle again, looking more than a little smug. "Quite like the Volturi themselves. Higher than most on the food chain." He informed me.

"How high?" I asked nervously, wondering if I was crossing a line by being nosy. "You don't have to answer!" I quickly added, holding up my free hand in surrender.

He just smiled and shook his head, "Very high." Was the only answer I received.

I opened my mouth to reply when the phone went off, the familiar ring almost sounding strange. I frowned before brushing my father off and moving towards it, hearing the broken call clearer. My eyes landed on the large crack dancing down the side.

I smiled as I answered, "Good—" A quick look to the clock, "Evening."

"Hey Drew, it's me Emily."

I smiled wider, turning to lean against the counter. "Hey Em, what's up?" I asked, watching as my father moved, going to the pot and stirring it once again. A thoughtful look came over his features as a billow of smoke came up, wafting into his nostrils.

"Well, the boys might be here for a while. Wanna come over for dinner? Paul might feel better if you were here." She questioned, rattling going on in the background.

I turned to look at Lucifer, blinking once before making a rash decision. "Sure, but I need a plus one." I decided, smiling gently when my father cocked his head curiously.

"Oh? Sure, bring them along. Can I ask who?" She chuckled.

I felt my heart leap into my throat. "Uh... well... maybe the others should meet him when we're all outside hm? That way there's no broken furniture." I said carefully, wondering how the dark haired woman would take my words.

"Him?"

I swallowed, "Yeah," I said weakly, "Him."

"This is gonna be good." I got as a reply before a worried but amused chuckle sounded, "I'll see you in a bit then."

After hearing the dial tone, I dropped the phone, turning to smile nervously at my father. He had already taken the pasta off the stove and had relaxed against the counter, watching me curiously. I let out a sigh, rubbing the back of my neck.

"So, dinner with my dysfunctional family?" I offered, watching his expressions carefully as he mulled over the invitation.

"I long to met them." He said simply, pushing himself off the counter. "But let me deal with your wounds first." He decided, waving me back into my seat.

"I'm so going to regret this aren't I?" I wondered aloud, turning the wheel and pulling into the driveway. I leant back in my seat, seeing my father move stiffly out of the corner of my eye. "Not fond of cars?"

"Not fond of human transportation full stop." He grumbled, not resembling the graceful and polite man I had met and had the pleasure of conversing with. He had an unattractive scowl on his face and I chuckled, gesturing for him to get out of the car.

He quickly threw the door open, escaping into the cool air. "Thank goodness." He sighed, swallowing thickly and correcting the suit he wore. I frowned at that.

"Do you know what jeans are?" I asked, moving towards the house slowly and uncertainly.

He scoffed, "Dress like the best." He said simply and I snorted, shaking my head. "Is that a problem?" He questioned, narrowing dangerously bright blue eyes in my direction.

I shrugged and his eyes seemed to glow, lighting up like neon. I widened my own eyes and took an involuntary step back. "Whoa. Can I do that?" I asked, watching as the florescent light dimmed back to normal.

He chuckled, "I suppose you already do." He guessed, "When you use your powers?"

I shook my head, "I've never noticed it and neither have others." I informed him.

"Anger perhaps. I have known one of my children to have the same... effect. Whenever he was angered or frustration they seemed to glow." He chuckled. "I suppose yours will in time."

I pouted, wanting to be able to do it on command like he obviously had. "I'm impatient." I stated randomly, knocking on the wooden door in front of me. My father nodded, turning to survey the woods surrounding us.

Emily opened the door, eyes automatically flying to the well dressed man at my side. Her eyebrows shot up to her hairline and she sent me a questioning look. I rubbed the back of my neck as my father turned back, eyes glowing ethereally.

I almost groaned at his theatricality. "Think it's too soon for Paul to meet my parents?" I asked the tanned woman, watching as he eyes widened and she almost scooted back.

"You... oh dear." She said under her breath. "This is going to be better than the movie showing I had planned." She mused before swallowing and turning to face Lucifer. "Uh, good evening." She greeted.

My dad smiled, revealing pointed canines. I rolled my eyes; the bloody pompous bastard was doing this on purpose. I elbowed him in the ribs, hearing him grunt at me, "Be nice." I growled.

He smiled even wider, "It's a pleasure, Miss Emily is it?" He asked, bending at the waist in a well practised bow. I almost expected him to reach out and grab her hand so he could place a kiss on her knuckles.

She nodded nervously, before moving back. "Yes, uh come on in then I guess."

As my father moved into the house, careful to avoid contact with the woman, Emily shot me a dangerous look. I shrugged and mouthed that I would explain later before I followed the man in, hearing Emily begin to trail after me.

"They're in the dining room already." She began, "Please don't break the table, its mahogany." A whimper almost escaped her throat as we walked through the house.

I nodded in agreement with her almost tapping the man on the back to inform him of the fact. We entered the dining room and my heart rate increased tenfold. The whole pack was here, calmly sitting at the table, nibbling on cold cut meats and cheeses and the like. I shared a look with Emily, before I held a hand against my stomach to calm the nerves.

The room fell silent, all conversation ending as I entered with a mysterious man at my side. I grimaced when I realised all I could see was Lucifer's back so I didn't know if the bastard was lighting up his eyes like fireflies. Or if he was trying to play the part of a Vampire and showing gleaming sharpened canines.

"Hey guys," I greeted weakly, moving past my father and standing at his side. "Starting without me?"

Paul was on his feet in an instant, the pack following close behind. "Drew?" He asked, hands twitching. He obviously wanted to move towards me but was cautious of the man at my side. I turned my head, releasing a groan. The man with fucking glowing eyes.

"Cut it out" I grunted, lifting my elbow in a threat to use it. My father held up both hands in surrender, eyeing my elbow carefully. He turned to meet my eyes and I gave the familiar blue a pleading look, mentally begging him to be nice. He smiled and I took it as agreement.

Suddenly one hand was jutting out from his body, held towards Paul in a friendly matter. "Hello, Paul is it? It's nice to meet the one my daughter is so infatuated with." He greeted warmly. Paul stared down at the hand as the puzzles clicked in his head.

I grumbled, crossing my arms. "It's not infatuation." I snapped, "Its obsession." I corrected, turning up my nose.

Emily spoke up behind me, trying to lighten the mood. "There's a difference."

"Daughter?" Sam said quietly going between Lucifer and myself, eyes dark as he noticed his imprint so close to the fabled man. "You're Lucifer then?" He asked, watching as Paul continued to stare down the offered hand.

The man nodded, still leaving his hand hovering in mid air. "That would be me." He said smoothly, once again bowing at the waist in greeting. "And you are the Alpha?"

Sam straightened, "Yes."

My father gave the man a charming smile, "Pleasure." He said back airily, his hand retracting as his eyes looked around the room, taking in the younger members of the pack and the imprints that sat huddled next to their respective other half.

The atmosphere was heavy and tense, enough so that screw a knife cutting through it, you'd need no more than a damn napkin. I blinked in shock as Paul hesitantly lifted his hand, holding it out to my father politely. Lucifer spared me a look before reaching out as well and clasping Paul's hand with his own, nodding in greeting.

Silence fell over as before Sam moved forward as well, following Paul's lead and holding out a hand. After once again introducing himself and playing the role of the perfect gentleman Lucifer moved back, standing just behind me.

You could see Seth shifting, the white of the bandages around his collarbone grabbing my attention. "So... can we eat now?"

It was difficult, trying to decide how everyone would react to the fact that they were staring Lucifer in the face. I decided for once to make Sam act rationally and keep a level head because... Well. I think he's learned his lesson.

I hope you enjoyed it. And I'll see you guys soon :)

-Taila