Lucifer: More Than My Own Existence

Chapter 11

Oh Brother, Where Art Thou

It took less than five minutes for Maze and Lucifer to reach the bottom of the cliff. The rest of the search party needed longer, as they were waiting for the flashlights. Including the Detective who had insisted Lucifer and Maze go on a head of them. If there was bad news Chloe wanted Lucifer to be the one to deliver it to her.

Once at the bottom Maze zeroed in one a large group of boulders about six yards down the beach and fifty yards from the base of the cliff. She could easily make out a lone figure huddled behind the largest of the boulders.

"Trixie." Maze called out to the girl and the tone in her voice, surprised the hell out of Lucifer. There was genuine concern and something Lucifer had never heard come out of his demons' mouth, tenderness. As if she were calling to a wounded animal and didn't want to frighten it off. He watched in awe as his little minks sprinted towards the offspring. She reached down and pulled the girl into a tight embrace, true relief on both their faces, as Trixie wrapped her arms around his demons' neck. "It's okay, we got you. You're okay now." Maze raised gracefully to her feet, with Trixie securely in her arms. "You're safe."

Maze moved towards Lucifer and he was startled at his own relief from seeing the urchin. "Is she…" Lucifer started to ask when he noticed Trixie shivering, his hand going instinctively to the girls back.

"She'll be fine," Maze cut him off. "She's just wet and cold."

Without a second thought Lucifer took off his jacket and draped it over Trixie's small frame, making sure it tucked tightly around the girl. "Your mother should be down in a moment."

Trixie nodded. Keeping her head resting on Maze's shoulder, she faced him and blurted out, "You're really the Devil." She had stated it as a simple fact, wasn't looking for him to confirm it, just letting him know she believed the truth.

Maze and Lucifer stopped in their tracks. For a moment Lucifer wasn't sure he had heard her correctly.

"What?"

"You are really the Devil," Trixie repeated.

"How do you know?" A stupid question really.

She rolled her eyes at him, "You told me the first day we met at my school and you've never lied about it. You don't lie."

"Well, yes. I guess I should have asked why you believe it now."

"Sara."

He was confused for a moment, completely forgetting that there should have been two humans at the bottom of the cliff. He had been so relieved that Trixie was unharmed, he had forgotten about Sara Finn. The girl with the black wings.

"Trixie," Maze asked gently, "where is Sara?" She cast a brief glance around the darkened beach, confirming she had not missed the girl.

Trixie shook her head, gripping Maze's neck tighter and hiding in the woman's hair.

"It's okay now," she tucked a wet strand of hair behind Trixie's ear. "You're safe. No one can hurt you." The last line was almost a dare.

"An angel with blonde hair and armor took her."

Lucifer's first thought was Ramiel, but his sister hadn't come to earth in more millenniums than he could remember and there was no way Trixie would confuse her dark hair for blonde, even in the moonlight. "You saw their wings?" Trixie nodded. "What did they look like?"

"They were gray. But the tips of his feathers turned brown. They reminded me of that barn owl Mommy, Daddy and I saw at the zoo."

Lucifer nodded, he knew which of his siblings this was, but kept the name to himself for now.

There was a small commotion in front of them. About ten flashlight beams sweeping back and forth across the sands, with four maybe five voices calling out Trixie's name. It wasn't hard for Lucifer to pinpoint the Detective's voice. Hers was the most panicked, most demanding, and when a beam of light fell on the trio, the most relieved.

"MOMMY!" Trixie yelled wiggling out of Maze's grip and running towards the lights, Lucifers' jacket trailing behind her.

Lucifer held Maze back allowing Chloe and Trixie to have their moment. "I need you to do something."

Maze huffed; she would rather follow Trixie. "You want me to find where your brother took Sara." She knew her Lord so well. He would want answers regarding how a human managed to get wings. But it wasn't rocket science. If she had wings, and one of Lucifer's siblings came for her, she had to be Nephilim. The question Lucifer really wanted answered, whom did she belong to? She glanced around the dark beach. Even with her impeccable eyesight it would be difficult for her to find any kind of evidence, especially if the girl had been flown off the beach. Difficult, but not impossible, and Maze did love a challenge.

"Start where we found Trixie and expand…"

She held up a hand, "I know how to track someone, Lucifer."

Putting one of his hands up, "I know you do. I just have one request. When you find him, report back to me? I don't want you confronting my brother on your own."

Maze gave a sharp nod of her head. "And just to be clear, the only reason I'm doing this is because that human saved Trixie's' life." She turned her back on him and headed off into the dark. "I owe her."

He smiled as his little demon was swallowed up by the darkness. For all her blustering about hating humans, even he could tell she would storm the gates of heaven if it meant keeping the Detectives offspring safe.

He followed a group of search and rescuers back towards a parking area. Once in the parking area he noticed an ambulance sitting with rear doors opened wide, and two paramedics helping the Detective, Trixie still held tightly in her arms, into the back. He let her and her child get comfortable in the back, while watching another search party heading back to the beach, before approaching them. Trixie actually seemed to beam up at him when approached, which normally would make him nauseated, but given everything that happened it actually brought a grin to his face.

"Thank you, Lucifer." Chloe looked up at him, her eyes pink and her cheeks wet.

He huffed, "It was nothing Detective." He should have mention it really was nothing. That the girl Sara was the reason he was able to keep his promise about finding her child unharmed. He wanted to question the child more but knew only one of his siblings would brazenly wear his armor and show case his wings on earth.

Raphael.

After watching the Detective and Trixie being driven to the hospital and making sure Dan would be there to watch over them, Lucifer had returned to his penthouse. He stood on his balcony, his elbows resting on the railing, his glass of scotch dangling over the side.

He knew his little demon was still out tracking his brother, but it shouldn't be taking her this long. 'Twelve hours,' Lucifer thought to himself, 'is too long.' He swirled the scotch in his glass and glanced over his shoulder towards the elevators, as if his glare could command them to open.

He had considered calling Amenadiel but nixed that idea. Not sure if he wanted to pull him into this whole Nephilim mess. Granted there hadn't been a Celestial birth in eons. But the evidence didn't lie. Of all his siblings there was one and only one who had wings of midnight black.

Lucifer remembered the last time he had seen his twin. It was right after the rebellion; he had been imprisoned while Father and Mum decided what to do with him. Both Michael and Azrael had been sitting right outside his cell. While Azrael hadn't stood with him in the fight against their Father, the fact that his twin had rejected him was what hurt him the most. Michael hadn't tried to justify his action or tell Lucifer how wrong he had been to fight their Father; he had just sat there on the other side of the bars with his head down.

Father had come in with Mum right behind him and declared he was to be banished to Hell. Michael raised his head, a look of shock in his eyes, and looked ready to say something but Father had waved his hand and the next thing Lucifer knew he was no longer in the Silver City, but Hell.

For eons after Michael abandoned him, Lucifer had not spared a second thought to his brother, but now. The idea that Michael could have sired a Nephilim was an idea he was having a hard time wrapping his mind around. While Michael was not a stickler for rules like Amenadiel, or Uriel, he couldn't believe that he would have been on Earth long enough to sire a child.

"What have you done, Brother," he whispered to himself.

Lucifer's elevator dinged and he spun around, took two strides, then stopped. It wasn't Maze standing there, but Marcus Pierce. Or as Lucifer called him, "Cain."

"Nice to see you too Lucifer." He strolled towards the bar, grabbed one of the four bottles of Laphroaig scotches from the wall and poured himself a shot.

Lucifer finished his drink, crossed to the bar, and poured another one, "What do you want Cain?" Pierce glared at him and Lucifer sighed, "Fine. What do you want Pierce?"

Pierce poured another shot, downed it, set the glass down on the bar and turned to face him. "I'm here to ask you about the Nephilim." He leaned against the bar.

"So, for all your bluster," Lucifer started to scold him as the elevator doors opened, "about following immortals on earth, and you never felt Sara's presence." It was a statement, not a question.

Pierce shrugged as Maze stepped out of the elevator, "You would think a Nephilim would have given off some kind of heavenly signature or something."

As much as Lucifer disliked the man, Pierce had a point. Having stood in Sara's presence, it was hard to believe that the girl had any divine heritage. He had sensed nothing odd from her the first time he had seen her at the farmhouse. Then at the precinct there had been nothing, and he had been in remarkably close proximity to her. Given who he believed her father to be, he should have picked up on something divine. But as far as he could tell, the girl had been completely human.

"I think I can answer that," Maze told then, coming to a stop at the bar. She held out a thin silver chain with a broken clasp and a small purple stone set in a plain silver setting. "When I went back to the cliff where Trix..." she stuttered, not wanting to face how close she had been to losing her little human. "I found this in the grass."

Lucifer took the necklace, not believing his eyes. He remembered seeing Sara wearing this in the precinct when she had confronted her mother's killer. He hadn't thought anything of it, but now. Without Sara wearing it, he could feel the divine power emanating off it.

Pierce glanced at it. "So, it's a pretty stone. What's it to us?"

"You're human," Maze told him, pouring her own drink. "You wouldn't be able to feel the power coming off this thing."

"I haven't seen this in eons," Lucifer turned the stone in his hands. "Last time I saw this was in the Silver City. It's the Huc Angelus."

"The Hidden Angel?" Peirce chuckled. "Your dad wasn't being very subtle with that name. But if it's supposed to hide angels, why can I still see you?" He motioned towards Lucifer, who currently had the chain wrapped around his right hand.

He shook his head, "It doesn't conceal the physical form. It hides the divine nature. Makes it impossible for other beings to sense them." He returned his attention to Maze, "If Sara had been wearing this her whole life it would explain why none of my siblings could sense her."

Pierce poured another shot nodding to himself, confirming his own suspicions, "It would also explain why you couldn't sense her and why one of them would take her to heaven now."

Finishing her own drink, Maze grabbed the one Pierce had just poured ignoring his glare, "Oh Raphael didn't take her to heaven. He and Sara are still on Earth."

"Raphael is on earth?" Pierce sounded surprised as he filled another shot glass and for the most part he was. He would never admit it to Maze but he was impressed with her tracking skills. It couldn't have been easy to track an angel in mid-flight. He also wouldn't admit that not knowing another celestial was on earth was bugging the hell out of him. It seemed his network was slacking.

Maze ignored him and looked to Lucifer. "He is hold up in an abandoned slaughterhouse, thirty miles outside of LA, smack in the middle of San Pedro on the corner of Sardine street and Barracuda."

Lucifer finished his drink, "What took you so long? I would have thought after all those humans, this would have been easy."

Maze glared at her King, "Tracking humans is easy. Tracking an angel that can fly off at the drop of a hat, that's a little more difficult." She grabbed the shot glass Pierce had just fill ignoring the scowl he gave her. "But I will admit, this was one of my more pleasurable hunts."

"I would have thought you would have stormed the castle by now, Mazikeen." Pierce said with a smug look on his face.

"Oh, believe me I would have." She slammed the shot glass onto the counter, turned around, leaned her back against the bar and crossed her arms across her chest. "I was asked not to. Besides, any punishment I come up with would pale in comparison to Lucifer's punishment of his brother and I am looking forward to that."

"Speaking of Brothers," Lucifer commented as he pulled out his phone. "The devil, his demon and an immortal human may be enough to face off against Raphael, but I think one more angel should tip the scales in our favor."

"Sorry," Pierce commented as he made his way to the elevators, "but count me out. I was only looking for information on the Nephilim. I have no intention of going up against Raphael." The door opened and he stepped in, "Let me know how it goes." The doors closed,

"Coward," Maze hissed.

Less than ten minutes after Lucifer called him, Amenadiel was standing in the penthouse, arms folded and a scowl on his face.

"How could you be so irresponsible, Luci?"

Lucifer set his glass down, a little peeved at his brother. He just told Amenadiel about Sara, actually he only managed to get out, "There is a Nephilim on Earth," before Amenadiel started to lecture him.

"Do really think I would be that carless, Brother?" Lucifer asked. "Just the thought of creating a spawn," he shivered at that thought, then turned to face his brother. "She isn't mine. I would rather have Fire ants shoved up my," his eyes motioned down and Amenadiel stopped him.

"I get it Luci, I get it." He sighed, glancing over at Maze who was leaning over the piano, her forearms resting on the shiny surface, a grin plastered on her face. She appeared to be enjoying this. "If it isn't yours, then which of our brothers did this?"

By now Lucifer was convinced Sara was his twins' offspring, but for some reason he didn't want Amenadiel to know that. If Dr. Martin were there, he was sure she would give some cock-n-bull story about trying to protect his sibling, something he had always done while growing up. After Michael's duplicity in his fall there was no way he cared about protecting him. No, he was choosing not to tell Amenadiel because he was saving it for later.

"Does it really matter?" Not answering a question wasn't lying. "Besides, we have another problem. Rather than find her and take her to heaven, like he should have, Raphael has kidnapped her and kept her here on Earth. We need to find her."

Amenadiel waved his hand dismissively, "Why does it matter to you that Raphael stayed on earth with her? I'm sure he has his orders."

Maze stood up and strolled over to him, "It matters to me because that girl saved Trixie's life. I owe her. And I also know Raphael. If he has her here, and not in heaven, then he is not serving her tea and crumpets."

"You think he would hurt her?"

Maze nodded, but it was Lucifer who spoke, "Why would Father send Raphael down to collect a Nephilim? Pretty sure that would fall under Remiel's job description. And if Dad didn't send him, then he is working off his own agenda and we both know what happens when Raphie goes off script."

Amenadiel didn't want to think about the last time Raphael had tried to do what he thought was God's will. It had been a disaster.

"What happened last time?" Maze asked with mischief in her eyes.

"Pompeii, happened." Amenadiel answered and then quickly looked to Lucifer, "That was just the most recent. Before that, it was Atlantis."

"Yes, when little Raphie does what he thinks will please Father, cities tend to fall. I will not let that happen to Los Angeles."