Chapter Twelve.

Kayla Simmons, one of our friends who is a pathologist, could be having her own ex on her examination table. I cringed at the idea. That would be horrible. Arcen was comforting Janet while I was still staring ahead of me, thinking about this. Celeste was a church going girl who really believed in God. She didn't have many friends inside of school but did have a group outside of high school.

"Are you alright Kaily?', I heard Lucifer ask me. I blinked and looked straight into his face. "Yes", I said, sounding pretty unsure about myself. Lucifer gave me a reassuring squeeze of the shoulder before heading of towards the detective. I smiled seeing them together. Although the detective was a pretty serious person, Lucifer made her drop her guard.

I frowned.

Where did that come from? How did I get that information into my mind suddenly? I cringed again. Don't tell me I can read minds. This was starting to get ridiculously superhero-like. "Kaily?", Arcen was standing next to me. "I think I can read minds", I blurted out. Arcen blinked twice before rapidly moving his head toward my direction. "R-read minds?", he stammerd. I smiled wickedly. "What? Having some naughty thoughts I can't know?".

Arcen clenched his jaw shut and refused to look at me. "Ah", Grim seemed pleased he found something out about Arcen that made him seem.. well, human?

"Grim..", I sighed, "stop teasing him".

Grim clenched his jaws shut as well and it kinda made me want to laugh. If someone hadn't been killed just a few hours before. "What are we going to do?", I asked. I mean, someone must be suspicious or something. "Do what?", we turned toward the voice and there was Kayla. I gulped. Was she aware of Jeffrey? Or Celeste's demise?

"She knows something", Grim declared. I turned but he vanished before Kayla came onto the scene. Which actually made me happy. I didn't want them to know yet. Not with two murders. Or well, with a mass murder, there would be a lot of murders actually.

"I..", I shut my mouth before a sentence could come out. Kayla walked over to us and placed her hands on her hips. She tilted her head and some of her curly locks fell into her face. "I know about Jeffrey", she said. Her eyes betrayed her sadness. Altough she had to maintain a presence of professionalismn, she was heartbroken.

I said nothing but walked over to her and hugged her. I felt her slowly return the hug. She buried her face into the crook of my neck. "She's barely holding on", Grim whispered into my ear. I let go of Kayla and wiped the tears from her cheeks. "We're here for you", Janet said before I could console Kayla with words. Kayla gave Janet also a hug and smiled thinly at us both.

"Thanks girls".

I left Kayla with Janet and detective Decker who joined us after a little while. I went over to Arcen who was looking at the crime scene photo's with Lucifer. "Kaily", Arcen looked a bit pained. "Can you tell this guy to shut up? He wants to know me a bit to.. well", Arcen glanced over to the devil in annoyance. It made the devil smile with glee. "Break it up you", I nudged Lucifer between the ribs. "Rather help us solve this. It's your job, isn't it?",

Lucifer stopped smiling and looked at the photo's. "There is something familiar about the manner of the killings", he said. I glanced over the photo's as well. It didn't seem very familiar, but looking at these photo's from different crime scenes, I was starting to see a pattern.

"Grim", I whispered. "We need some expertise on this".

I went over to Arcen. "I need to see someone. He might be able to shed some light on this", I told him. Arcen looked at me in confusion. "Someone else might know even more?",

I shrugged. "Not sure, haven't spoken to him in months. Might not even want to see me",

Arcen frowned at me. "Just who is this guy?", he questioned. I gave a weak smile. I actually didn't want to reveal this to him, because I'm not on good terms with this person per se, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

"Well", I grinned sheepishly. "He's my twinbrother".

Richard motherfucking Grayson. Always better at everything. It made me quite jealous when I was a little girl. My parents loved him more than me, that much was certain. Always the better child, even now. He's this bigshot police officer from another town over. Maybe the murders happend there too recent or earlier and he would be onto something.

Arcen and I went to the policestation where I knew he worked until a few months ago. So it was a stretch he was still working there. We entered the small police station. It was very diffrent from what I expected seeing the outside. It was like we went back into the 1950's or something.

There was a police officer at some sort of ticket booth thing. "Hi", I greeted the man. He was reading a paper or something and didn't seem to bothered by me. I clenched my fist and was ready to give the guy some bussiness when Arcen stepped in.

"Hi, sir. We're looking for Richard Grayson?",

The police officer didn't say anything, but just pointed to his left. And indeed, a young man of 25 years old was standing at a female coworker's desk. I rolled my eyes. Typical. My brother was considered to be attractive and he was not affraid to take advantage of it. Not that I considered myself not attractive or something, I mean we're identical twins, just different gender, but I would never be like that.

We were very different. He is very by the book and do what's right. I'm more in the mood most of the time to just get the job done, no matter how. I hated rules, since our mother had been very strict with me when we were younger. You see, my mother wanted a girly, girly girl. She got something of a... rather normal girl. Yes, I enjoyed playing with dolls, but I also enjoyed playing outside in the mud.

But when we were teenagers, I was the one who rebelled the most. Moved out at age 17 to live with Emma, which has been working out ever since. I didn't speak to my family as much as I wanted, but they were happy and so was I.

"Richard", I gained my brother's attention. His blue eyes lit up with surprise. I didn't detect any resentment, yet. "Hi sis, long time no see", he greeted me. I stared at him. He seemed so happy... something I was not used to from him. Usually when he'd speak to me, it would be cold, formal, like I wasn't his sister at all. But this was so warm. Almost... unlike him.

"We need your help", Arcen chimed in. Richard looked from Arcen to me and probably saw how serious we were. He gave a short nod and let us to one of the interrogation rooms. I shivered at the site of the room. I half expected Cain to walk by again or something and kill me for real.

Richard sat down and motioned us to do the same. We sat down across from him and I got the photo's out of my bag. Arcen looked at me with widen eyes. "You took them from the police station, didn't you?",

I shrugged. "I needed the evidence, I'll bring it back when we're done here", I answered and glanced over to Richard from the corner of my eye. He was seething. "You took evidence from the police station? Have you lost your mind, Kaily?!", he slammed his fist on the table. Arcen flinched slightly but I just sat there with my arms crossed.

Of course I understood why he was beyond angry at me. I was wrong, I admit that. But I did what I had to; we needed those pictures.

"What's done is done", I answered calmly. Even though, I had to admit, Richard was scaring me a little. He had this threatning demeanour over him. Richard walked away from the table and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"Show me those pictures", he said after a minute of frustration pinching. I rotated the pictures on the table so that my brother could see them. He kept looking over them, scanning them with a critical eye. Arcen and I sat there holding our breaths. Grim remained silent as well, which was unlike him; he always had an opinion on something.

Richard sat back in the chair he had previously taken a seat in. "It is familiar", he said. "Satanic symbols carved into the bodies? Nothing new", he said, "but the worship of a certain deity? That's something nearly to none serial killers do".

I tilted my head in confusion. Nearly to none? You'd expect a little more than that. "Didn't they back in the day blame serial killings on possession or something? I mean possession was an easy excuse for bad things", I shrugged. Richard narrowed his eyes at me. "I have no idea", he admitted. "I mean, in the five years I've been on the force I have never seen a serial killer kill because they worship something.. or someone".

Arcen looked at me and then at Richard. "But it's not uncommon?", he asked us. Richard shook his head. "Most certainly not. But this seems.. very specific",

Again, I tilted my head. "Like... most worship Satan in general, but these murders were for someone else?",

Richard nodded his head. "Indeed, and in this case", he looked at the photo's again. "It seems they worship death itself".