Okay, first off, I have an announcement to make:

For those who aren't aware of it, I have decided to make a LuciferxAlisa spinoff called 'The Rabbit and The Wolf' (which is probably already online when I write this. There are two chapter as off now (Prolog and 1. Chapter) and the third will updated be in the next two days. Concerning the Cage of Cold story, I'm currently editing it (60% finished + a new chapter 50%)

Concering my inactivity for the last month: I was a little bit stressed with appointments, running here and there...corrupted files which forced me to rewrite whole chapters...(I hate you, Word), I'm surprised that I could work that much at all. I hope you forgive me.

On with the chapter, I hope you enjoy it.

Sakuya looked up to her with a frown as she placed the leg back on the bed.

"Strange, Alisa told me that your legs suddenly gave out but I can see anything wrong with it."

Lucifer sat up.

"She is prone to overreacting when it comes to my health. What else is new?" The younger woman sighed. "I already told you that there is nothing wrong."

"Well, I can't judge her…You have been acting strangely. To a worrying degree, I might add." The medic collected her utensils and put them back in the first aid kit. "Even though I didn't find anything particularly wrong, I still advise you to take the rest of the day off and try to get some sleep."

"Does that mean that you are going to bench me?"

Her movement stopped for a while and she was silent for a few seconds.

"I will decide that tomorrow." She pointed at Lucifer's face. "The rings under your eyes are quite dark, you are more than sickly pale and just zone out on some occasions. Sending a God Eater out in this condition would be irresponsible and dangerous. Even when your body is healed, your mind still needs time to process what happened."

"The latter was never alright to begin with. I'm going to be alright."

She could read on her expression that Sakuya highly doubted this, just like herself.

"Look, I know you are eager to fight again but think of your health for a moment. Nobody wins when you get yourself killed." Lucifer's lips formed a thin line. The urge to confess lay heavy on her. She wanted to tell her that she might end up killing someone in a moment of mental weakness if she was held in this building for too long without any outlet.

But her lips wouldn't move and she didn't want to admit it. Her pride wouldn't let her confess any weakness. It already felt so humiliating that her feet just had decided to give out under her in a critical moment and in front of all of them. A minute of silence passed between them before the younger female opened her mouth again.

"Did your scouting team find the aragami?"

The medic sighed and her hands halted for a moment before she turned to her again.

"We found footprints and traces but we couldn't pinpoint it. Soma told me that you might have seen it?"

Lucifer nodded, her mind trying to recall the shadowy creature scaling the mountain.

"…It looked nothing I have seen before. It wasn't a Vajra. The movements were too different and it looked too slender. More…" She fumbled with the word or how to describe it. After all this mind-wrecking of the last few days, she had trouble to concentrate properly on the task at hand. Lucifer rubbed her eyes and tried to recall the memory again. It wasn't a cat or a machine.

"More…what?"

"Lizard-like…I think…" She didn't pay enough attention to completely confirm it as she was too occupied with herself. The unusual note of hesitation in her voice made Sakuya just frown more but she still tried to give her an encouraging smile.

"Just get some rest, alright?"

It wouldn't help and it would only get worse from this point.

"Sakuya?" The medic looked at her. It was rare to hear her call out her name in such a quiet manner.

"Yes?"

"I'm going to apply for transfer." Lucifer looked away, staring at the wall in front of her. "In fact, I already have filled out the documents. I have heard the need a few experienced God Eaters at the Western Branch."

The tall woman drew her eyebrows together, surprised and confused by her decision.

"So, you are planning to leave the First Unit and the Far Eastern Branch?"

"Remaining in this team isn't going to work out, Sakuya."

"But…"

Lucifer shook her head and looked at her, her expression looking forlorn.

"Please leave me alone for a moment. I need…to think."

"If you need something, I will wait outside."

Lucifer gave her a nod and waited patiently until she left the room. She looked down at her hands, noticing that they were shaking violently. Just for a split second, she could swear that they were red. The young woman balled them into fists, pressing her eyelids together and trying to think about something else.

"Et ne nos inducas in temptationem, sed libera nos a malo." She whispered, folding her hands together. These words wouldn't help anymore at this point and she knew it. This wasn't going to be alright. Her mind mauled over what was going to happen next from this point on.

Waiting and hoping that it might be just a false alarm would kill somebody in the worst case. Tiredness mangled with the emotion of helplessness in front of this enemy which was her own insanity. It had to happen at some point.

But somehow, a part of her felt relieved and it scared her the most.

"I need to leave…"

Suddenly the smell of smoke drifted into her nose. It smelled like cigarettes. Her eyes snapped open. There was someone sitting there.

A smile came over her trembling lips.

"No…you aren't going to hold me there." She snapped, gritting her teeth.

A tiny shadow appeared before her, in his hands holding a red flower.

"Is that really what you want to say, big sis?"

Her head hurt.

"I'm really going to lose my mind, aren't I?" She wiped the sweat from her forehead off with her sleeve, rubbing her eyes. "Goddamn it." Her hand wandered to the rosary around her neck. Normally the trinket would offer her some sort of comfort, now it only felt like a normal thing, devoid of meaning for her.

She took it off and stared at it in silence.

"They were right…." Her hand balled a fist around it, feeling the golden edges pierce her skin slightly. "I lost." There was no one to pass it on anymore. Sam was dead. The legacy would end with her. The meaning of the sentence just crashed over her head.

A hollow chuckle escaped her throat.

"I lost." Lucifer starting to laugh as she could feel the fingernails of her other hand started to dig into the skin of her throat, drawing bloody lines over her skin. The sound of the door opening let her hand snap back as if to hide her moment of weakness.

A pair of blue eyes settled on her and she countered the look with a neutral expression which looked, in her current state, like a mask at best. Her hair was messy and strains were sticking in every direction, the dark bags under her eyes were more pronounced through her pale skin which stood in stark contrast to her rather sudden relaxed posture.

"What do you want, Death God?"

He closed the door behind him and crossed his arms before his chest. He looked like he wanted to dish out a lecture or two, judging his scowl and more than annoyed gaze.

This would be a first. Despite their little disputes, he rarely spoke up or gave an opinion on the matter at hand besides the occasional 'Don't be too reckless' or 'Don't get yourself killed' on the field when he sensed that she was going to do it as bloody and as messy as possible. It was like he could sense this other nature of her but it could just be his experience with his aragami side.

"You know exactly why I'm here." He shot back with a growl. Lucifer tilted her head for a moment, looking at him irritated. She couldn't recall anything in the last time that might have gotten him this livid. Then her thought drifted to the short conversation they had.

He had gotten some delicate information from somebody about her kind but she wouldn't be too surprised if it was false. Just because he had gotten one word right on occasion, didn't mean that he knew the whole story. She tried to relax a little bit. If she acted too harshly or reveal that it made her nervous about this fact, she would lose this conversation as soon as it started.

"For the last time…I'm not planning to kill anybody in this unit."

Ever since the truth with her being a murderer was out in the open, he looked at her as if she would backstab everybody on the next occasion she got and go on a killing spree. The last part wasn't even that far from the truth but this was hardly under her control.

His left eyebrow shot up.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean it's not going to happen."

"If you want to start the conversation with accusations then I will call for Sakuya to get your ass thrown out of this room. I'm not in the mood for this kind of game."

Soma sighed and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jackets as he leant against the closed door.

"What I mean is that you don't seem to have control over that anymore."

"Be more specific, please."

"You decapitated an aragami."

"As if you never have done that. We maul aragami on a daily basis, Death God, so there is no need to…"

"You weren't even aware of what you were doing at that point. When was the last time this happened?"

The woman quietly looked at him before giving him a soft sigh in response.

"It didn't exactly happen to this extent before and I accuse my lack of sleep for my lack of control." Her words sounded slightly slurred. She was tired and it was written on her face that she just wanted to sleep. Suddenly he looked slightly sympathetic.

"Nightmares?"

"Try 'memories that won't shut up'," She answered with a bitter smirk. "It happens occasionally but nothing that I haven't dealt with before. I treat it as a side effect from Mammon's visit. It will stop with time."

"And if it doesn't?"

Their gazes locked. "Since you know about it… What do you think will happen?" His look darkened and she continued. "It's just like a God Eater who loses his bracelet. No, it is what would happen when God Eaters never get a bracelet. The moment you get injected with Oracle Cells, your fate is set. You will turn into an aragami, if you like it or not."

"Is there no safeguard or prevention method?"

"To be honest, we are littered with safeguards. An object, a person, a cause, a group…Whatever you like as long as it works to help you stay sane or rather 'civil' in the open. I lost my group, I lost my cause, I killed one of my own, outright betrayed my partner…" She counted down and then opened her balled fist where the rosary still was.

"And this isn't going to help anymore. So, as perverse it may sound, I still have one safeguard left and he sits in the Western Branch behind bars."

His mouth opened. "You are kidding me…" Soma muttered.

"Nope. The fact we kept someone like him around is because he is our last safeguard and that's the reason why nobody of us particularly likes him at all. Before something happens, he kills us. He was here to assert my loyalty and my state. I failed with flying colours." Lucifer chuckled to herself.

"And you are planning to go and transfer to the place where he is? Do you really think I would let you do that?"

She laughed.

"Do you really think, you could stop me? Yes, you could complain to the director and he will probably hear you out but your standpoint, besides being the son of the former director, does little to no impact. The Western Branch is understaffed and with my register of accomplishments, they won't see the problem with taking me in. The moment I contact the Western Branch, you can complain all you want. It wouldn't have any use. Besides that…"

Lucifer gave him a rather pleased smile. "Wouldn't it save your new friends from harm or psychological trauma? Nobody gets hurt and they will just hear that I died and won't have to do it themselves. I will just die after a suicide mission or two. Maybe my bracelet gets damaged and you know how that goes."

"Have you thought for a moment that nobody is happy about you getting yourself killed? We pulled you from the frontlines for a reason, you idiot!"

"Death God, stop it. It's enough." The sentence was calmly spoken but with a kind of finality that let him close his mouth. "You can't decide how I should live my life or how I should die. This is my decision alone. And before I lose the last sense who I am, I would rather go down in a fight and I can't do that with this team."

Something in her chest began to hurt but she couldn't decipher what it was. The pain crawled up into her throat, making it hard to swallow. This conversation felt so awfully familiar. Suddenly the scene shifted in front of her.

A handful of men and woman with hoods drawn over their faces saluted to her. Somewhere in the distance, she heard gunfire.

"It was an honour to serve you. Let's go to hell together."

"No, I'm going to make a last stand here. I'm going to die anyway."

"But, Sir…"

"Try to flee when you get the chance."

She could feel the stares on her, wordless, shocked and astonished. They had stayed at her side and each and every one of them had died. She just stood there, circled by faceless corpses. The smell of burnt flesh and blood was so potent and thick, she felt like she was going to vomit.

Instead, she coughed, trying to get some air back in her lungs which started to burn. Before she knew it, she could feel liquid escaping her mouth and running over the inside and spaces of her fingers. At the sight of it, she felt nauseous again.

But the feeling was shoved aside as she noticed that Soma was still standing there and had seen the whole thing. Before he could move or say something, she found her voice again. "Don't get Sakuya or anybody else. I-It's alright. I'm fine."

He frowned but remained where he was. "You cough up blood and say it's alright? Bullshit." Slowly he closed the distance. "I'm going to tell the doctor to run a full check-up and Sakuya that you are benched for the next few days."

"Wait. This is not going to…"

"I'm doing you a favour here." His voice was stern but his cat-like eyes looked worried. "Rest up here and come back when you are clear in your head." Quietly she waited until he was out of the room again. Then she started to stare at the wall again, lips forming a thin line and putting the rosary back on. The potent smell of herbs drifted into her nose and shook her head to get rid of it.

Maybe she would dodge the examination to get some rest in her own room. The sick bay made her slightly nervous for unknown reasons and she would rather ride on of her attacks out in a room she knew and not in front of doctors.

Soma's 'orders' be damned. She could rest up in her room just fine. Her hand reached for the room button but hesitated for a moment. They surely were standing outside right now, discussing their course of action after this. The Death God won't keep this a secret. Maybe she should wait a little bit longer and wait how it played out before sneaking away. With her ear pressed against the metal door, she just heard silence for a while.

Then just a word.

"And?"

It didn't fit any voices of the first Unit. It was too deep to be Kota's but too breathy and rough to belong to Soma. Irritated she wrinkled her eyebrows and then her eyes widened as her mind managed to assign a face to the voice.

Soma sighed and his eyes flickered around until they rested on one person in particular. A stout man in jeans and wearing a simple, green hoody. The hood was drawn deep into his face. A reddish scarf covered his mouth and black sunglasses hid his eyes. The picture of someone who was very secure with his identity and freshly picked out of the darker corners of the streets was defied by the elegant wooden cane he leant on.

"Your prediction was accurate." The strange man titled his head and then shook it with a sigh.

"Man, why do I hate being right this one time?" His voice cracked somewhere in the middle and he was forced to clear his throat. "But that's hardly surprising. We were surprised that she even made it more than a year." Then he turned towards the door.

"And even more, surprised that she actually survived that long as God Eater." He paused again, looking at Soma. "Did something happen?"

"Besides her coughing up blood and being stubborn like hell, nothing noteworthy."

"W-Wait, coughing up blood?! Sakuya, we need to immediately…"

"Don't bother." The stern almost bored sounding tone drew Alisa's attention back to the man. "If the Oracle Cells can't deal with that, then a doctor will just stand there and be unable to do anything. According to her health file, it's nothing life threatening. Just a wound that won't heal properly. It just rips open when she overstrains herself."

Sakuya frowned at this words. "Wait, where did you get access to her files? That's…classified information. Not even I as her superior have the rights to look into them. How can someone…"

"I earn my bread and home with information dealings, Mrs. Tachibana. I have the equipment and the additional brains to pull something like this off. It took a couple of months and a lot of brain-wrecking and sleepiness night, but it was worth it. Naturally it isn't all that legal."

One of his gloved hand pointed up to one security camera above him.

"Don't think I go into the devil's den unprepared. The security won't even notice I was here at all."

"But why such insane precautions? I mean it's an official building and we have invited you in." Kota crossed his arms behind his head.

"We have slight aversions to large cooperation's who more or less run the show alone. Besides that, we aren't really registered citizen. As we are still working on that, we prefer not to be noticed."

"Wow…I didn't know, I mean you don't look like…uhmm…"

"Appearance can be deceiving, you know." He tapped the cane against the floor. "Just because I can't run a marathon anymore, doesn't mean I'm any less dangerous, but I like people who have guts and I will trust Sam's judgement. He wouldn't have given you the intel if you are at least a little bit decent."

His head turned to Alisa and she could feel his gaze trailing over her.

"I hope it at least."

Blood immediately shot into her pale cheeks.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, Milady." He said with a sigh. „I will let things cool down today and try visiting her tomorrow. I still need to get my testament on the road and inform my comrades about it. Nothing is more dangerous and messy than a bunch of assassins fighting over a couch."

"We were the ones who contacted you, not the other way around. I don't think she will blame you for anything here." Sakuya tried to smooth the now slightly nervous sounding stranger.

"For this? Not directly. That Sam was there and got killed? Guilty as charged. If she starts throwing knives at me then I'm lucky. If she starts smiling and acting overly friendly then please shoot me beforehand. I have seen her torture people and I'm not a fan of it."

He waved it off. "I will come back tomorrow."

"I would prefer if you stay just for a little bit longer, Victor." The voice was clear and commanding. Lucifer stood in the doorframe, leaning against it. Her tired eyes focused on him and he turned to her. She carefully studied his hooded figure.

"That's strange. You never hide your face like that." The stranger chuckled nervously, placing both hands on his walking cane and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I never needed a cane to walk before either. Times change and faces too."

"You always sound awfully old for a guy in this mid-twenties."

"And you sound awfully sophisticated for a street urchin."

"Please come to see me in my room in ten minutes. All of you." Her tone was calm but her eyes blatantly betrayed her intentions. She wanted to see somebody's head rolling. With that she walked away, leaving them standing, dumbfounded.

"Well, shit." The stranger tapped his walking stick against the ground and started to hum. Considering that he had feared his anger before, he now seemed more relaxed. "But she is only annoyed. That's, at least, something."

"Annoyed? Try livid." Soma commented which caused 'Victor' to chuckle as he moved. His left leg seemed to be stiff as he kind of dragged it behind him as he balanced the rest of his weight on the crane.

"She always had the patience of a saint and you can only do a few things to get really under her skin. Fortunately conspiring against her is not one of them." He cleared his throat again.

"We aren't conspiring against her!" Alisa crossed her arms before his chest. "We are helping her."

Victor moved slowly to the elevator, pushing the button.

"You just contacted someone you don't know, knowing fully well that this course of action is dangerous without informing her and tried to pull this off without her? You put very little trust in your leader, don't you?"

"…She retired." Sakuya added.

"Ha, of course, she has. She hates it although she does a good job." He gestured them to enter the elevator, using his cane to hold the door open. "We shouldn't let her wait too long." They exchanged a look but followed his invitation.

As they reached her room, she sat on the couch, hands folded in her lap and just giving them a short glance to acknowledge them. The jacket and gloves were for once thrown over the armrest and she had her white sleeves rolled up, exposing her arms and hands. A scar went from the left elbow towards the back of her hand while the other was littered with tinier ones.

After a second of silence, she sighed. "Victor, stand over there." She pointed at the other side of the room. "Hands where I can see them."

"Of course." The mummed man obediently followed and then her gaze met the rest of the team. She looked less than amused, green eyes almost glowing in the light of the room.

"Lucifer, please let us explain…This isn't…"

"Which one of you contacted him?" She cut Sakuya off sharply.

"Me." Soma stepped forward and Lucifer looked surprised for a moment. Then she stood up and walked up to him. She looked to the others behind him.

"Is that true?"

"W-Wait…" It seemed like everything she needed to hear out of Kota's mouth. Suddenly she punched him in the stomach and before he recuperate she got hold of his necktie and pulled him down towards her.

"Now listen to me, you goddamn idiot." The woman hissed. "I didn't get my guts almost sliced apart by bomb splinters so you could go off and drag everybody in bloody danger again." She let him go, her eyes focusing on Victor.

"Show me your face."

The stranger tilted his head.

"Should I really? I don't know if those people react positively to it? It's not actually a pretty sight right now."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, there was a fire and if you almost got burnt alive, you don't really look good after it." She walked over to him and he took off his glasses. Lucifer gazed under his hood.

"Your left eye…"

"Try my whole left side." He chuckled, his hands clasping around his cane. "I can't even walk properly anymore. But I guess you are worse off than me at the moment."

"They told you?"

"Not exactly; I just made a few assumptions. The main reason why I'm here is because I heard about Sam. I'm sorry that I couldn't find him fast enough. If you want to punish me for it, go ahead."

Her mouth opened and then she chuckled.

"You came all the way here to announce that I have the right to kill you? You amuse me. You must have forgotten that your life already belongs to me, I don't need you to give me permission to take it." His hands moved down to the wooden part and she reacted in a split second, tripping him by hitting his left foot and ripping the cane out of his hands.

He hit the ground hard and groaned in pain on impact.

"Lucifer!" Sakuya halted her accusation as her former superior pulled on the handle and revealed a hidden dagger. Her expression didn't change, almost as if she already suspected it. "So, what was your plan here? Taking one of them hostage?" The woman asked, running a finger over the blade.

As he wanted to get up, she placed one foot on his throat. He didn't even struggle against it.

"…I don't need a weapon for doing that."

"I will repeat it just this once. If someone of you walks in without my permission and starts causing trouble, I will personally hunt you down."

"So you are loyal to Fenrir now? Or should I say their pet?"

This only made her laugh.

"Just because I don't go around killing other humans doesn't mean I'm loyal. Everything is just part of a business contract I had with the former director. As soon as it was void, he died." She smiled sweetly. "That incident was a tragedy, really."

"Bad girl."

Her smile grew as she increased the pressure on his throat, making squirm a little bit.

"Don't get disrespectful now, Victor. As you know, I'm not really in a good mood today. Do we really turn this into a bloody spectacle in front of a crowd? Talk or blood?"

"I would prefer talk, just a simple negation. I just wanted to check how far you were gone into this insanity. As I far as I heard, you are already in the middle of decent and I owe you the chance to die at least by the hand of somebody who knew you."

He rolled his head to the side.

"They have guts but they wouldn't do it. They would rather go the bloody savior route than actually getting over with it."

"Would it make it more sense to send a younger, not crippled one?"

"Ah, those who made it, are hardly worth something against you, besides that, I honored your last wish and tried to get them out of the business. Hey, one girl even got a job as an apprentice in a bakery store. Do I get an award for that?"

Lucifer stepped off him and put his cane together. Then she reached out a hand towards him to help him up. He took the offer with a thankful nod.

"I will let you walk out of this building alive. Is that enough?"

"Ha, of course." As he stood, he didn't let her hand go. Instead, he put another hand onto it and kneeled in front of her as good as he could. "Glad, you are alive, Sir."

"I don't really think you should call me that. I don't have any rank or influence here anymore."

Victor chuckled softly.

"You saved our asses and gave us another chance. I think, you are more deserving of it than your predecessor."

Lucifer looked less than pleased.

"Victor…" Her tone was stern but she didn't finish what she was trying to say. She tried her hardest to keep the imagines in her head in check as well as trying to ignore the corpses to her feet. Even with her best efforts, he seemed to notice that her hand was shaking.

"Shit, you really aren't doing well. How long have you been that way?"

"I already started after that night. Unfortunately, it got a lot worse when Mammon showed up."

"…Yeah, I have heard and I can tell that you are trying to bail on them. This would be the logical course of action but don't bail on them to go to that fucker. That's exactly what he wants and in that state, he is not going to kill but use you for his own gains."

"So I should take the risk that I will go crazy and kill one of them?"

"The fact that you are even debating that instead of just doing it, means that you are not sure what you should do right now."

"The bracelet has…"

"I know. But be honest with yourself, that wouldn't have held you back. Even when I told you that a plan is too crazy, you still pulled it through. God damn it, they once toppled a burning building on you and you just brushed it off and went as if nothing happened."

"…A burning building?" Kota commented with a frown. She cleared her throat.

"He's exaggerating. I was almost outside so I didn't get hit…much."

"And that one time I poisoned your food - and I swear to god you knew about it – you sat in front of me and eat the whole damn thing without even breaking eye contact."

"Lucifer..." The woman could feel Sakuya's glare borrowing into her back.

"Or that one time..."

"For god's sake, shut your mouth already, Victor!" Lucifer snapped and then combed through her messy hair with a frustrated growl escaping her. "I get your point." She was absolutely sure that this guy was smiling smugly under his scarf, extremely pleased with himself.

At that thought, she clicked her tongue. This was humiliating.

"You…you are going to die?" Alisa asked hesitantly and her gaze flickered over to her. She was silent for a couple of seconds.

"The long and short of it is that I'm going insane and then someone or something has to kill me. So yeah, I'm going to die. My mind just goes first." Her voice was sober. "Unless you drug me into unconsciousness, there is no way around it. And I prefer to die before I go around killing people."

"But why? Is that some kind of disease?"

"Ah, not really." Victor huffed a little bit as he stood straight again. "…You know, for the position she had, it isn't sufficient that you get appointed. You must be ready to shed your whole identity and everything you were before that…Which is the pretty way of saying that they torture and brainwash you until you are completely that thing they want to have."

Unconsciously Lucifer rubbed her bare, scarred skin on her arms.

"Before you complain about it, I did it voluntarily and I fought for the right to be like that."

"But why would you something like that to yourself?!" Alisa shouted at her bewildered which made Lucifer chuckle. As she looked at her, her eyes were incredibly cold.

"Simple. When it comes to power, people do some desperate things. The person who was me was no different." She placed her hand on her chest. "I'm not trapping an innocent personality, mind you. To earn the right, you have to kill a lot of people."

"Wait…What do you mean by that?" Soma narrowed her eyes at her.

"The 'me' right now is not my original personality. Like Victor said, it's more a twisted version of the original, conditioned to act and think like my predecessor. Thinking rational, while driven insane…That kind of stuff."

Lucifer smiled at Soma.

"Yes, the 'me' right now, which you want to save, is a lie. 'Lucifer' is a person that never existed."

A/N

A little bit of musings and background things related to the story if anyone is interested, you can skip it if you want:

Lucifer is a personality, shoehorned on a person with torture and brainwashing for the sake of being ruthless, merciless and devoid of morals. A killer, a leader and a monster in human skin. 'Lucfier' is aware that she shouldn't normally 'exist' but doesn't really care. Either this is part of her brainwashing or her own conviction, it doesn't change her being there. The only problem is, the other side, the original isn't dead and through the cracks of the walls seep old memories and emotions. Every one of her kind has to go through that sometimes and it is a death sentence.

Ira wasn't any different. He was originally a rather honor bound man, a little bit gruffy on the side but still helped other street urchins, especially the younger ones, to get used to the life on the streets, but with time, he came obsessed with becoming stronger and more independent. He left his own gang, trained, fought and just returned to find his gang destroyed and the members, including his best friend killed. His mission was for nothing and so he just decided to be alone, became drunk and fight everything in his path, just to lose against some who made him an offer he couldn't refuse and a purpose which he searched for.

Victor is the brother Sam talked about before his death to Lucifer and to the rest of the team when they found him. Despite his rather normal and civil appearance, he still stays an assassin who can't feel remorse about killing outsiders, but he does care about those under his care. He was the right-hand man of 'Lucifer's predecessor and continued this profession under Lucifer. He watched people go insane but couldn't do something against it. Now that most of it and the system was gone, he smelled the chance to turn the tides against Mammon whom he hates with passion.

Yeah, Soma wasn't guilty and is just partly at fault. Everyone was involved with that idea, with Soma originally objecting to it, because so many things could go wrong with contacting an assassin. Lucifer knew that as well, but if he wanted to take the punishment alone, it was his business. If he didn't, she would have just dealt punishment to each and everybody instead. Her hit wasn't hard and she knew it wouldn't hurt him much other than surprise him, but it was enough to get her point across that she was very annoyed for doing something like this behind her back. Inwardly, she respects him for taking the hit for the others since he judged her reaction right and decided for the route of the least sacrifices. This doesn't protect him for punishment whatsoever.

I'm cruel...I know. I hope you like the turn and the trouble Lucifer has to go through.

Have a nice night,

TheNocturnalHunter