Chapter 3
Lucifer didn't know what to do next. Did he try to talk to Jessica, or even Chloe? Or did he ignore the dilemma in the first place and get back to what he does best?
No, he knew he couldn't do that. The mark on his side was proof that he couldn't just ignore the situation. It was too late for that. Of course it would be his real name tattooed on her skin. Dear old Dad couldn't at least do him that little bit of service.
He knew what he needed to do. As hard as it was, he needed to speak to Jessica.
"Lucifer! What are you doing here? Chloe isn't here." Jessica answered the door at Chloe's place just as he had hoped.
"I know. I had hoped that you would answer the door."
"Oh… Well come on in I guess." She moved out of the way of the door. Lucifer said nothing and only nodded.
The next thing Jessica knew as she turned around after she shut the door was a shirtless Lucifer.
"Er, Lucifer. I don't even know you… Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered but…" Jessica stumbled over her words. Lucifer was hot but she wasn't the kind to sleep with the first hot guy that came along.
"Oh for Dad's sake. Look, really look." Lucifer said, holding his arms out. Jessica resigned herself and did as he asked, and as he asked, no harm in having a good look…
She raked her eyes from his shoulders all the way down until she saw it. The small, cursive name…
Jessica…
"Samael." She whispered, lifting her own shirt slightly to expose her own tattooed name.
"Yes." Lucifer merely said. It was the first time he had been called Samael in thousands of years. Even Amenadiel called him Lucifer.
Neither of the two knew what to do next. They both just stood staring at the other. At some point, Lucifer put his shirt back on and they both made it to the bar stools in the kitchen.
It must have been hours that they sat in silence. Jessica was the first to break it.
"Did you really have over 90 sexual partners in the space of a couple of months?" She said, her voice barely loud enough for a human to hear.
"Probably." Lucifer said simply.
"Right." Jessica responded, even quieter than before. The previously very confident girl, growing shyer than ever. A solitary tear slipping down her cheek.
"You know, I always dreamed of this day. The day I would finally find my soulmate. This is not how I imagined it. I'd just cramp your style. I think you should go."
"Jessica. I, I, I don't know what to say."
"Then don't. I don't want to hear anything that you don't truly mean." She hopped off the bar stool and walked to the door. "I meant it Lucifer, I think we both have a lot to think about, and I don't think we can do this in each other's company."
Lucifer merely nodded and walked towards the door, grabbing his discarded jacket. He looked back for the briefest second, before walking out of the door. As the door shut with a click, his superhuman hearing heard a back slump against it. All of Lucifer's instincts were to turn around and insist that they talked, but truly, he didn't know what he would say.
So he left. He left as she cried, knees huddled close to her chest. That's how Chloe would find her when she got home that day. Her usually strong cousin broken in front of her.
It was all Chloe could do, to take her cousin in her arms after making a quick call to Dan to collect Trixie and keep her for a day or two. She knew that her cousin needed comfort right now, and Chloe couldn't be distracted.
Not now. Not when her baby cousin needed her