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Chapter 19 - Consternation

[Klergy - The End]

Chloe's head felt spinning. "Your sister? What..."

Having heard the tenuous exchange of words between them, Ella carefully joined in. "This… This is your sister?" she asked, her face paling. "As in… I mean… Does this mean that she… she was…"

She didn't want to say the word. He could understand. It was making it far too real. So real that just the thought of it made him feel sick.

His senses drowned in the knowledge of what had happened to his sister, overwhelmed with memories he, now that they had returned, felt the desperate urge to be rid of again if only it meant he wouldn't have to feel.

Because he had been there, too.

He could taste the stale, copper flavor of blood she had tasted. He could feel the panic that had rushed through her when she realised she couldn't move. He could feel the sweat, tears and saliva that had trickled down her face as her body wanted to fight, but couldn't. He could smell the pungent scent of chemicals that had burned itself into her nostrils. He could feel the building ache that had formed in her lungs as she wanted to scream, but couldn't utter the softest of tones.

But above it all he could feel the unspeakable pain that had surged through her every cell when that sick fuck had butchered off her wings.

Yes. He had been there, too.

"I'm so sorry, Lucifer," Chloe breathed, trying to control her own sobbing in order to handle the situation. She needed to function. For him. For his sister. For Flora.

The victims of this madman began to pile up and every single one of them was one too many.

Breaking the moment of tormenting grief, Ella stepped in and swiftly wrapped her arms around Lucifer. Pressing her head against his chest, she squeezed his tall frame, pouring all her love and compassion into her hug. "I'm sorry, Lucifer… Mi más sentido pésame..."

Lucifer hardly reacted. He felt too cold and frozen, even with her caring warmth managing to reach through his clothes a tiny bit.

Chloe smiled sadly at Ella's sweet gesture. "What was her name?" she asked gently, wiping the remaining tears from her cheeks. She hoped that asking him questions about her was not making him collapse with another flashback, but either way, she knew it was cruel what she needed to do. It was always cruel. But unfortunately it was necessary in order to find the man responsible. It was at least very likely that this was the work from the butcher. A coincidence, because of her persona and the distinct wounds on her back, seemed hardly plausible.

"Tamiel," he uttered her name in a trembling breath. "He did this… He… He killed her. I know he did. He took them away from her and—" He clenched his jaw again just like his fists at his sides. "This is all my fault. This… I should've stayed strong… I should've stayed quiet," he scoffed and hissed bitterly about his failure. Grumbling about his inner weakness, he cast his eyes to the ground, letting his self-hatred tear his insides apart.

It broke Chloe's heart to see him like this. Another gruesome death that Lucifer felt responsible for. And now the punch hit him even deeper with the victim being family.

"No, Luce, don't say that," Ella softly opposed his self-blame. "You're not to blame at all. This is all that psycho's fault. I tell you, I might make a big prayer to the Big Guy and if something unfortunate happens to the guy, well… it's not that unfortunate."

"No, Miss Lopez… I… I am at fault," he sighed, saddened. "I told him."

"Told him what?" Chloe asked, soothingly caressing along his arm to spend him some comfort in the small bubble the three were in.

His tormented frown deepened. "Everything. He… He asked me about my siblings. The… The fallen ones, here on earth, and I couldn't—" He paused, his breath shaking. "I couldn't stay quiet. The drug made me talk and… and… I tried to avoid telling him, but then he hurt me again and I… I just… I couldn't stand that pain anymore." The last words left him with a trembling sob, and his eyes rested on Tamiel's maltreated body before he squeezed them shut in frustration and shame.

"I had completely forgotten about them," he admitted, angry over his own failure of not having thought about his other siblings on earth any earlier. "I… I just thought about Amenadiel, because he's here in LA with me. The others… They are spread all across the globe. It hadn't occurred to me that they could be in any danger..."

The slicing pain in Chloe's chest reached yet another level as she realised he was beating himself up over two things at once. Firstly he was angry because he had told the psycho about his siblings, unable to stay quiet with the drug making him talk and him not having the strength to endure the pain the man had been inflicting on him. And secondly he felt responsible because with his memory loss he couldn't recall the man having asked about his fallen siblings. He couldn't remember that they had been the targets.

"Lucifer… I know you don't like hearing it, but it's really not your fault," she whispered and let her hand slip carefully into his.

He felt icy and his frame was trembling all over, a clear reaction of shock, like any normal human would have in his position. Only that this situation was not a human situation at all. This was about two angels and a human who had been brutally butchered. Not your typical run-of-the-mill crime.

"Listen, Lucifer, you can help. We need to know more about your sister. Everything you can tell us, please," she implored him before turning towards Ella, her voice strengthening as she willed herself in control over the horrific situation. "Ella, you haven't been able to start with the preliminary analysis yet. Go ahead and take a first look at her and the surroundings. See if you can find something that could help us."

The Latina nodded quickly, her posture turning straight and ready. "Sure thing. I'll get right to it," she said and stepped over to the body to examine it.

Lucifer slowly looked back up, watching as Ella leaned over his dead sister's body, carefully inspecting her. "I feel sick," he mouthed, not bearing to look more closely at how Tamiel had been abused.

Not needing another sign that Lucifer was completely overwhelmed by the situation, Chloe squeezed his hand and pulled him along. She guided him away from the crime scene, up along the path and towards the edge of the Observatory's plateau. Stopping at the railing, the city of LA spread out beneath them, she stayed silent and let him decide when he wanted to talk.

He gripped the railing and bent forward a little, almost as if he were out of breath, but it wasn't physical exhaustion he suffered from. It was the sickness that boiled up inside him over the things he knew that had been done to Tamiel. "This… This is different, Chloe," he mouthed her name, the metal groaning under the force he applied to it with his twisting hands. "I know what he did. I know what she fel—" He bit back on the word as his voice cracked. "I know what she had to go through."

Swallowing to force down the bile that threatened to come up his throat as the mental image of that sick bastard slashing into Tamiel's wings arose, he turned his head just an inch towards Chloe without looking at her directly. "She… She fought in the war with me, like the other fallen ones. I was exiled to Hell. The others were exiled to Earth. They never lost their wings like Amenadiel did or had theirs change like mine. They just couldn't return to heaven," he explained to her, trying his best to keep the image of his sister in mind the way he remembered her from heavenly times.

After taking in the information he shared with her, Chloe spoke up thoughtfully, "Tell me more about her. What was she like?"

"Breathtakingly beautiful, for starters," he answered right off the bat and let out a light laugh, before the sadness returned to his face. "She was very enthusiastic and warm-hearted and carefree and kind. Actually she was a lot like Miss Lopez." Tilting his head, he looked skywards, a gloomy smile on his lips. "Her speciality was astronomy. She loved the stars. I mean, I made them, but she… she brought them to life. She was able to manipulate them, spread a supernova and form clouds of colourful, galactic dust so far out in the galaxy you'd need a pretty darn good telescope to even spot a glimpse of it." His tone had turned sour as he finished and he deliberately looked over towards the massive telescope dome.

"The Griffith Observatory. You think he brought her here on purpose?" Chloe murmured, glancing at the building.

"I told him about her. He knew what her passion was. He let her be found at a place she would've loved and dumped her body in a freaking trash container. So, yes, he did this on purpose. To her and to me." He knew he was right. It felt personal. It was personal. He remembered the condescending tone of the man, his sneering and the way the words about his siblings had dripped from his tongue like venom. "The presents…" he muttered in realisation, his breathing becoming erratic again. "He started with me… Then he went on with Flora… Now he managed to get a hold onto Tamiel and her wings, so… next is—"

"Another innocent human," Chloe finished, heavy-heartedly. "He'll prepare a human as an angel and then he'll be out to get a hold on another one of your siblings for a new set of wings." The MO was clear and thus there was one thing they could immediately take care of. "How many fallen siblings of yours are there?"

"We're ten in total. Me, Tamiel and eight others," he answered tightly, knowing what this meant. His other eight fallen brothers and sisters were in grave danger of becoming the next angelic victim.

"Call them. Tell them to stay put and not get lured by that guy, okay?" she said and tried to give him as much strength as she could through her determination and her understanding looks.

Nodding shortly, he looked at her hesitantly, feeling the slight jolt of energy her passionate and professional forwardedness managed to rub off on him. "I can try… I'm not really on good terms with most of them though. Tamiel was pretty much the exception. The others still harbour quite a bit of resentment towards me because of their banishment from heaven."

"That's okay, just keep trying. And also inform Amenadiel. Maybe he can talk to the others, too. Just… try everything to inform them of what's going on. We need them to be aware," she insisted with sympathetic pressure and rubbed over his lower back. "I'm gonna try to make the judge give us that damn warrant."

She hated it. Of course it had been a possible risk the psycho would strike again, just like Lucifer had said, but protocols often bound her hands and sometimes this would lead to another victim before a higher authority would make a move.

And now Tamiel unfortunately was that victim.

Getting another nod from Lucifer, she watched him take out his phone and step away a few meters, tapping on the screen. Leaving him to do what he could, she took out her own phone, but instead of calling Judge Morris, she dialled the number of her Lieutenant. "This is Decker. Lieutenant…" She took a deep breath. "I'm not often requesting help from above, but... since you offered it and with the situation worsening… I could really use it."

It took her less than five minutes to explain what had happened to Lt. Fletcher and she was almost a little proud of how she managed to give a thorough briefing without mentioning anything celestial. "He will strike again on another innocent, sir. We need to get a look into those files. Not tomorrow, but yesterday," she said with pressure, although she knew it was not necessary to remind him of the issue with their justice system. She released a relieved breath when the Lieutenant took it upon himself to get the needed warrant.

"I'll get back to you when I have it," he replied in his warm, fatherly tone and hung up.

No doubt he was making the next call right away and for a moment she wondered how the Lieutenant was going to do it. Maybe it would be a slightly shady move he would apply, but on the other hand, they had nothing to lose anymore. They would get this damn warrant one way or another. And if she had to ask Lucifer to do his mojo-trick on the judge, she would, if Fletcher wouldn't be able to keep his word.

Looking over at Lucifer, she saw him converse agitatedly on his phone.

"No, that's— Bloody hell, Kasbeel, I did not kill her! A freaking psycho did! Why on earth would you think I— What?! NO! Uriel was a whole other story! He wanted to kill Mom and—" Growling and cursing, he shook his head and an enraged voice could be heard through the speaker, so loud that Lucifer held the phone away from his ear. Taking a deep, calming breath, he put on a more collected tone, although still looking utterly pissed. "Listen, brother. This human can somehow harm celestials. This is not a bloody joke. If you need proof, then why don't you pop over here and— Hello? Hello?!" Staring at the black screen he sighed and shook his head. "That blasted ninny!"

"That didn't sound so good," Chloe commented quietly as she approached him. "Everything okay?"

It wasn't much of a surprise that Kasbeel had been reacting this way. With him generally being a rather stern-minded personality it was usually difficult to make a point with him, although not really any easier than with his other fallen siblings either. Back in his heavenly days, he had been a great protector for mankind, shielding them from envy, malevolence and abuse, giving them strength where they were weak. He stood strong when others were in danger of getting hurt and took the hits on the human's behalf before echoing the threat with a celestial counterstrike. But if Kasbeel disagreed on something, he would get loud and aggressive, revealing a fraction of the kind of people he despised and worked against.

Turning towards Chloe, Lucifer's shoulders sank in frustration. "Well, either that twit just hung up on me, thinking I'm utter bollocks or—"

A loud shouting of different voices reached them, coming from the direction of the crime scene. Exchanging looks between each other, Chloe and Lucifer rushed back down the path towards the cafe and around the corner where the container stood. Several officers as well as Ella were trying to hold back a sturdy and muscular looking man as he tried to barge through towards the stretcher Tamiel was lying upon. He was tall and broad-shouldered, had a scar above his left eye and his arms were as thick and strong as a boxer's. Dressed in ripped black jeans and a loose, navy-green tank top he looked like trouble.

"Sir, this is a crime scene! Get back behind the police line! You're trespassing!" one of the officers shouted angrily, wrestling with the man to try and get him into a grip to escort him away.

But the asian-looking hulk of a man had other plans and pushed the officers off himself with ease. "No! Get off me! Is that her?! Let me see her! Let me through! I want to see my sister!"

Laying eyes upon the man as he shoved one of the officers against the nearest wall, Lucifer's eyes widened. "Oh you've got to be kidding me! Bloody hell, STOP IT!" Rushing closer, he pushed himself between the man and the officers, who were at the stage of grabbing their taser. "Nah-nah! Easy there! No need for the extra jolt, officers," he tried to appease in a calmer voice, flashing the upset looking policemen a smile. "This won't be necessary, because he's not going to make a scene anymore…" Turning towards the intruder, his hellfire eyes flickered up threateningly. "...am I right, brother?!"

The muscular, asian-looking man gritted his teeth and looked at the officers with suspicion a moment longer, before he focused on Lucifer, his voice cracking and his features grimacing in anger and grief. "Not making a damn scene, Lucifer. I just want to see her with my own eyes!"

Having caught up with what had just happened, Chloe stepped in on them, kindly asking the two upset officers to stay calm and leave this to her. They went back up the path and returned to securing the police line. Once alone in their inner circle gang, she turned towards the man, tilting her head in curiosity. "Okay, so, wait. You're the sibling Lucifer has just talked to on the phone? Did… did you just fly here?"

A bit irritated about the blunt approach, the man threw Lucifer a confused look. "She knows?"

"Yes, the Detective knows and so does Miss Lopez," Lucifer said, pointing towards Ella who gave Kasbeel a nervous smile and wave, still looking a bit shaken from his gruff and boorish entrance. "Everyone, this is my boisterous brother Kasbeel. He might have the muscles, but not the brain in the family."

"Hi," the Latina greeted and dutifully returned to the processing of the body.

"Hi," Chloe added with a tiny wave of her own.

"I don't need much brain. My job is quite simple," Kasbeel commented tersely.

"Right. So. You wanted to convince yourself that Tamiel was murdered?" Lucifer muttered sadly and let him step up to their sister's body. With Kasbeel standing over Tamiel's body, Lucifer couldn't avert his eyes from her any longer and looked at her pale, maltreated body with his heart twisting in pain once again. It was only now that he really saw the wounds on her front.

The most prominent wound was a gaping hole in in his sister's throat and he knew immediately what it was from. It was the size of the blade that he had been confronted with before it was viciously stabbed into his butchered wing-stumps. For him it had been used to make him talk, but for Tamiel it had been used to slowly make her bleed to death.

After all the torment she must've endured, bleeding to death was not the fastest and kindest way to leave existence. The only upside it had was that you would eventually drift off from the blood loss and not be fully aware of yourself.

But until that moment would come, the terror would be immense.

He ground his teeth at the thought of her last minutes, the butchering asshole surely having stood in front of her, watching in sick, twisted pleasure as the blood gushed from Tamiel's throat. Undoubtedly he had smiled when her beautiful eyes had lost their shimmer and when the expression of horror in them faded into mere shadows of what life they once held, making them looking dull and bleak as they turned upwards.

As he looked further down along her body, he could see marks on her wrists.

The straps…

"Oh sweet Tammy!" Kasbeel broke him out of his focused observation. The sturdy-built angel wiped away the tears from his cheeks and shook his head. "This… This shouldn't have happened. How could this, Lucifer?" Turning towards the Devil, he stared at him, torn and grieving, but equally as angry. "Who did this to her?!"

[Black Water - The People's Thieves]

'How?' and 'Who?' were both excellent, million-dollar-questions to both of which the answers laid still hidden. Before he could answer his brother though, Chloe stepped in, taking the reins over the situation with sympathy and professionalism combined.

"I'm very sorry for your loss, Kasbeel. We are working on finding the killer. In the meantime, it's important that you and your fallen siblings stay put and not let any stranger lure you here, okay? I know this probably sounds silly to you, but you are in danger. Tamiel would've never suspected any danger from a human and she paid with her life. You're aware now, so please don't walk into his trap."

Kasbeel grumbled and visibly fought against his inner drive to be out on the hunt for the human scum who had killed his sister. Sniffing and pensively running his fingers through his thickly gelled, black hair, he gave a small nod at Chloe. "I… I guess you're right…" Then, looking at Lucifer, he pressed on, "But are you really sure this was a human and not one of your smelly little demons?"

Rolling his eyes, Lucifer sighed and put on a fake smile. "I'm sure, bro—" But his smile dropped in an instant when a thought crossed his mind that he hadn't thought about before.

Demons...

If Azrael's information really is correct and she brought back this butchering sicko from hell, then this means that he has been tortured by demons in a hell loop. A demon could easily have had the opportunity to sneak its way back up to earth...

But the butcher's soul has been returned into its body. That miscreant is alive again. No dead vessel for a demon… unless it would be possible that... But no… that… that hasn't happened before. That would be one hell of a coinci—

"Lucifer?" Chloe's voice rang, pulling him out of his thoughts. "You kinda trailed off there."

Harrumphing, he casually put his hands into his pockets. "Yes, sorry. So, erm, as the Detective has established, we're still on the hunt for the killer. I'll be trying to talk to our other fallen siblings. It would be great if you could talk to them as well, confirm my story to be the truth, as I doubt they will be much easier to convince of what's happened than you were. And I would really like to avoid this to turn into a big family gathering. Under no circumstances should they let themselves be lured by a stranger." Pausing, he frowned and continued mumbling towards Chloe, "Bloody hell, it's almost as if I'm talking to a child. That is what you warn your spawn about, right Detective? To not talk to any strangers and get into their car?"

"Yes. Yes it is, Lucifer," she answered, half-annoyed about his sudden drift from the topic and half-impressed that he actually seemed to remember something she had repeatedly reminded Trixie of.

Kasbeel's dark eyes wandered back to Tamiel's body and his shoulders sank in a long sigh. "So there's nothing else I can do?"

"No, I'm afraid that's all," Chloe told him softly, motioning him with a hand to walk back, away from Tamiel's body.

"Alright then… I'll talk to the others."

"Thank you. We'll let you and the others know when you're out of danger," she said with an assuring tone and watched as Lucifer and him exchanged a few last words as well before Kasbeel headed back up the path and disappeared.

With his brother gone, Lucifer took out his phone again and went straight back to calling his other siblings. Meanwhile Chloe took a look around on the crime scene and also further up along the path. A talk to Dan revealed that the camera's of the Observatory were all focused on the entrance and the narrow pathway around the upper floor of the building, but not on the lower path leading towards the cafe. The bystanders who had gathered at the police tape had no useful information either. For a much frequented tourist attraction and the telescope LA was so famous for, it was ridiculous how little observation there had been concerning the crime. Either nobody had been there to witness anything or none of them noticed.

A little disheartened, Chloe and Dan returned to Ella, finding that Lucifer had also just finished his calls. His expression looked equally forlorn. Apparently his other siblings didn't really listen to him either, but he was sure that a talk from Kasbeel would convince them that he had told them the truth.

Dan, informed by Chloe of the victim's relation to Lucifer and what had happened a few minutes ago, expressed his condolences, but his own expression was pretty shaken as well. He didn't say anything about it, but it was obvious that he felt overwhelmed when it sank in that this was a real angel lying dead in front of him.

Lucifer couldn't do more than merely nod at Dan, his sympathy kind, but unable to truly reach his core and soothe the gaping wound of his sister's death.

"Hey, Ella. Can you update us on what you have so far?" Chloe asked, quietly breaking the silence while taking a closer look at the body.

"Sure. So, from the looks of it, the cause of death is exsanguination, caused by this stab wound on her throat. Entrance mark is a clean cut, so my guess is that it was a knife, about six inches long. Judging by the temperature and rigor mortis stage I'd estimate the time of death to be something between 3 and 5 am."

The blood in Lucifer's ears rushed as Ella's words echoed within him. Tamiel had been lying here for hours and it was very likely she had been in the butcher's hands for several hours before, enduring his sick massacre of her wings.

"She has no defensive wounds, but I did find puncture wounds on the other side of her neck." Ella paused, exchanging knowing looks between each other. "I took a sample of her blood and will do a tox screen, focusing on what we know from Lucifer and Flora. Her body was half covered by a blanket when we found her. And next to the container there was this," she went on, pointing to a wheelchair. "Already swiped it for prints, but so far nothing. There were blood traces though against the backrest. Probably from transportation."

Chloe's eyes narrowed. "He could've brought her here, covered her up a little and then dumped her. Maybe it just looked as if someone was with their disabled relative… And with the time of death, perhaps the sun hadn't set yet when he brought her here."

Taking out his phone, Dan checked his weather app. "Sunrise is currently around 6 am. The cafe usually opens around 10 am on weekends with the staff coming in an hour before. So that sicko definitely came here before sunrise, knowing that it would be hours before anyone would walk near the cafe."

"There's no blood," Lucifer muttered in thought, his eyes transfixed on his dead sister's throat. When there was no reply from the team, he tore his eyes away to look at them, finding them staring back at him, puzzled. "I mean, there is some blood, obviously. But I mean that she looks rather clean for having been stabbed and exsanguinated," he clarified, pointing at Tamiel's neck and the front of her dress that had only little sprinkles of blood. "Shouldn't there be more?"

"Actually," Ella said, tilting her head, "You're right. There should be more. I took a swipe from her body as well, perhaps he's cleaned her up like he did with Flora?"

Swallowing, Lucifer shook his head. "I doubt that… He didn't treat her like Flora. This was done with as much contempt as possible while staying as careful as necessary," he muttered bitterly, feeling his anger like a pot of boiling sulphur, threatening to explode. "He didn't clean her up to treat her well. He did it so that she wouldn't leave behind any traces which could lead us to him."

"Exactly. He's putting the same disdain into Tamiel's disposal as he wanted to put into yours," Chloe agreed looking at the scarce pieces of evidence.

That wheelchair... Another item so commonly found in a hospital…

It hadn't been on the list of missing items in the hospital though and the man had certainly not left with a wheelchair under his arm when he stole the drugs and the equipment from the supply room.

He must have obtained it otherwise…

The buzz in her jacket made her jump, her pulse racing with what could only be the call she could hope for. She picked up the call with a jittery hand. "Decker?"

"Fletcher here. I've got it."

Her eyes widened and her mouth opened in surprise and utter relief. "Oh my god," she released a pent-up breath she didn't know she had been holding. Suddenly her body was flushed with a wave of endorphins. "Thank you, Sir. Thank you so much. I—"

"No problem, Decker. Just catch this damn bastard, will you?" her boss' voice rang with cold emphasis, clear that he rested all his hope into her to put the butcher behind bars.

"We will," she assured tersely, her tone strong with determination.

Ending the call, she saw Lucifer staring at her, his chest heaving from excited, pensive breaths, his hands clenching at his sides. He knew what the call had been about. And given her own reaction, he also knew what the essence of the call turned out to be.

"Can we go?" he pressed, his jaw tensing, his eyes hard.

Before she answered him, she looked at Dan and Ella, "Can the two of you finish up here? Let us know when you find anything else."

"Wait a sec!" Ella burst forward, her eyes wide with concern and nervosity. "W-what are we supposed to do with her? I mean… angel body and all!" she whisper-shouted at them with a pointed glare. "What if the ME finds out?"

"Miss Lopez, the ME doesn't know what you know. What you know about the divine," Lucifer pointed out, calmingly. "Trust me. It simply won't make sense to him." He knew this wasn't like their situation with Flora. Flora was human after all. Tamiel was not. It would raise questions about having a female's body whose anatomy was not as it should be from a mortal's standpoint. "Humans will make assumptions that seem most plausible to them. I'm pretty sure the ME will dismiss it as a deformation of some sort."

Ella blinked, her browns softening with less nervosity and more insecurity. "Are you really sure?"

Releasing a light sigh, he stepped up to her, looking at the small forensic with all honesty written in his face and truthfulness in his voice. "Over the past few millennia I could always count on one thing that humanity as a whole has in common; For the most part your kind does not truly believe even when the answer is right in front of your nose. I admit I've used that to my advantage before and it might seem unfair, but the truth is, sometimes it's best to simply stay silent and not make a fuss about it. Let it continue and watch how it plays out. We'd still have the possibility to intervene if really necessary. But like I said, I highly doubt this will become an issue."

Nodding slowly, Ella's brows relaxed although her expression was still somewhat troubled. "Okay… I guess… I guess this is also about having faith."

Smiling warmly, he nodded back at her. "You could say that, indeed." Just as he was about to turn away, he paused shortly. "One thing though, Miss Lopez. If you hear that Tamiel's body is being released, could you let me know about it? I'd like to bury her."

"Of course, Lucifer," Ella said with a sympathetic smile. "I'll let the ME know she's got loved ones waiting for her."

"Thank you."

"Alright then," Chloe spoke, saying her thanks to Ella and Dan before turning towards Lucifer, "Let's pay a visit to the hospital and have a look at those personnel files."

Lucifer nodded at her once, took a last glimpse at his sister's body and led the way towards his car.

Now they'd finally get a name and reveal the face of that blasted miscreant.

He was almost ecstatic over how much he longed for the sweet taste of revenge and a dark smile twitched at his lips as he could already taste a hint of it at the tip of his tongue.

The tables were turning.

The hunter was becoming the prey and they were closing in on it at 50mph.

A/N: Woohoo! Another step closer towards the finale! Finally that warrant is there! I know this chapter was a bit on the shorter end, but it made sense to cut it here. The next one will be longer ;) What do you think? Another piece of the puzzle might have been found here. But what was Lucifer thinking about there exactly? What's your guess? I hope you enjoyed this chapter and are excited for what comes next! Woop woop! See you soon!

- Luni