To refresh your memory:
The story itself: It started in 1x09 with Maze and Trix meeting. Rory appeared by accident time traveling so Chloe learned Lucifer was really the devil. She had a chat, they found out Lucifer still has his wings. Palmetto was solved by interrogating Aoudi in hell. They plan their first date.
In the first four postscripts:
First we see how Amenadiel returns, assigned by his Father to deal with mum. Amenadiel asks Lucifer and his sister Raziel to help him finding mum.
Second a demon possesses a victim to inform Chloe on who is the killer. Ella is witness and finds out about Lucifer and in the end about Ray-Ray.
Three Mum gets a talk with Linda and Trixie ending in realizing she can leave this Earth to her husband and start her own creations on another planet.
Four Linda is attacked by some guys and saved by Na'amah and Raziel: That is how Linda finds out.
In postscript five we jump a few years ahead. This chapter is a bit too long, sorry.
2030: Allyson and her best friend
(A)
Allyson's mother halted the car in front of the school and Allyson stepped out. "Have a nice day, baby," her mother called.
"Yes, mommy."
"And no pushing or beating. If they bully you, you go to the teacher."
"Yes, mommy." Allyson closed the door of the car before her mother could say more. Of course she couldn't go to the teacher for every small thing 'they' said. 'They' was one girl, Claire, who yesterday had said Allyson had a stupid accent, so she was a stupid girl. Some other girls had laughed and Claire had repeated it. Allyson had pushed Claire away, Claire had pushed back and Allyson had slapped her and run away. Yesterday had been her first day at this school, after she and mommy and daddy had moved from Richmond to LA last week.
Allyson looked around the schoolyard and almost immediately noticed Claire who was whispering with two boys, a few years older than she. Claire was pointing at Allyson and said something. The boys grinned and came towards Allyson.
"You have beaten my sister," one of them said coming too close to Allyson.
Allyson made a step back and swallowed.
"Maybe you should get a beating," the other boy said and laughed.
"I'll go to the teacher," Allyson warned and made another step back.
"O? A little snitch is she? Running to the teach?"
A girl with dark hair nearby, about Allyson's age, turned. "Hero's? Two boys of ten against a girl of eight? Maybe you should ask a few more friends, just to be safe."
"Shut up, bitch," Claire's brother snapped. He stretched his arm to push the girl away, but she – despite being much smaller – caught his arm, turned it on his back and pushed him away. The second boy cursed and tried to grab the girl. She dodged his arm and he got a kick against his knee that sent him to the ground. Both boys scrambled to their feet and, with more swearing, withdraw.
The girl turned to Allyson. She shrugged and grinned. "You're the new girl from Virginia."
"Yes?"
"We're in the same class."
"O." Allyson smiled. "Sorry, I don't remember. Jesus, you can fight."
"Jesus is one of my uncles." The girl laughed. "But he has nothing to do with my fighting. An aunt teaches my to fight."
"I'm Allyson."
"I know. I'm Rory."
(E)
"And during the lunch we asked the teacher whether we could sit next to each other. In the class," Allyson told her. Eileen was at the dinner table with her daughter and husband.
"So you made a friend," her husband concluded, addressing their daughter. "Good. You will see California won't be that bad. What's her name?"
"Rory," Allyson answered. The child sounded a bit amazed and so was Eileen. She told already, Eileen wanted to say.
"But her last name?"
"I… I don't know. Rory's dad picked her up after school. Mommy saw him. That man with the grey suit with the red vest."
"Did I?" Eileen said and she felt she blushed. "I don't remember anyone with a suit." Allyson frowned for a moment at her.
Eileen realized it had came out just too fast. "Maybe you should ask her to come and play next Saturday," she continued.
Allyson nodded. "I will ask Rory. Is Sunday also ok?"
"Does she go to church?" dad asked.
"You can't expect girls of eight to discuss that," Eileen said. She smiled. Her daughter always had problems with finding friends, almost never had been someones best friend but this sounded as if she and Rory might become friends.
(A)
"What's your daddy's name?" Rory whispered to Allyson. They were supposed to read something. Their own teacher, miss Wheeler, was away and another teacher was supervising their class. Most children were whispering and almost no one was reading.
"Pete. Pete Moore."
"And what does he do?"
"He is deputy chief of Office of Finance of LA." Allyson was proud she could reproduce it.
"What is that?" Rory asked.
"I don't know. It's about money."
"Oh." Rory seemed to think that over. "But it is not his own money?"
"Those girl at the window. Stop talking," the teacher said loudly.
For ten seconds the girls looked in their books. Then Allyson shrugged and continued.
"My dad was a quarterback in college football." She was proud of that. "And my mom is Eileen and in Richmond she worked in a fashion shop and in LA she will do the same. And we have a cat. A black tomcat called Iwan. What is your daddy's name?"
"Lucifer Morningstar."
"As in the devil?"
"He is the devil."
Allyson hesitated for a moment and then grinned. "I've seen him, he has no horns and no tail."
"But he is the devil. And he owns a nightclub and he helps mommy with catching bad guys."
"Why does your mommy catch bad guys?"
"She is a police woman."
"Wow!"
"And I have a big sister called Trixie, but I always calls her T."
"So that is Rory?" Allyson's mother asked when Allyson came out of school together with Rory.
"I'm Rory Morningstar, ma'am," Rory said and held out her hand.
Eileen smiled and shacked hands with the girl. "You are polite and well brought up."
"Thank you," Rory said and looked head tilted at a blond woman that was coming closer. "Hi, mom."
Eileen turned. "Hello. You're Rory's mother?"
"I am. Chloe Decker. And you must be Allyson's mom. Nice to meet you."
"Eileen Moore," Allyson's mother answered.
"Rory told me you're a police woman!" Allyson said.
"That is true."
"And you are always catching the bad guys."
Rory's mother laughed. "Not at the moment, but tomorrow I will go on with that."
"The girls would like to play together next Saturday," Eileen said to Chloe.
"Rory told me, yes. It's ok for us," Chloe answered with a smile. "Not Sunday. We will visit both my dad and my husband's dad with Rory on Sunday."
"No, not Sunday," Eileen said. "We go to church on Sundays, never skip that. We think it's important Allyson learns that if she needs something she should ask God for it."
"Yeah, well," Chloe said. "I prefer to keep an eye on that. Both my husband and my father-in-law tend too easy say yes to everything Rory asks."
(E)
"So you and Rory talked about your dads and moms," Eileen's husband asked their daughter.
"Yes, her mommy is a police officer."
"And her father?" Pete asked.
Allyson hesitated and looked away.
"Allyson?" Eileen asked. Looking at her daughter she knew something was wrong. "What? Tell us."
"Rory said her daddy is the devil and he owns a club and he is also with the police."
"Why does she say he is devil?" Eyes wide open Eileen hold her breath.
"I don't know, mommy."
"What did she say exactly?"
"Nothing, mommy. Only that his name is Lucifer Morningstar," Allyson answered. She didn't like the look in her mother's eyes.
"He calls himself Lucifer?" Eileen's voice raised. "I don't think… Pete, do say something."
Her husband looked worried. "I think I heard the name Lucifer Morningstar. Wait." He took his phone and made a call. After some words he said: "… a moment, Ben. I put you on the speaker so my wife can listen. This is Ben, he is a deputy chief of the LAPD."
"Hello mrs Moore," Ben said through the speaker. "Yes I know mr Morningstar. He owns the Lux, top nightclub of LA, most popular, high level club. He is also a civilian consultant to the LAPD, teaming with his wife, detective Decker. As homicide detectives they have the highest closure rate of the city, highest confession rate also. Chief of Police Monroe calls them her A-team. Mr Morningstar organized the birthday party for Chief Monroe last year, a private party in the Lux."
Her husband frowned. "He does know Chief Monroe personally?"
"O yeah, Pete," Ben continued. "I've seen him shake hands with the mayor, and senator Willis and several judges of the Californian High Court and he knows almost everyone else who has influence in LA."
"But his name, Lucifer?" Pete asked.
"Made you frown?" Ben laughed. "Guess so. Everyone is a bit confused when he first meet mr Morningstar. I'm told he is a method actor, hoping to get a role in a movie, but never made it in Hollywood, despite he is an excellent piano player and a great singer."
"He is not a satanist or so?"
"I've never heard so. As far as I know he never talks about religion, apart from playing his role. I once heard him say his sister Gabriel was a chatterbox and one should never listen to her. Someone had mentioned the archangel Gabriel."
"But…" Pete took a deep breath. "Nightclub owner, playing the devil and at the same time consultant for the LAPD? Ben, a nightclub."
"Believe me, Pete. Internal Affairs, the FBI, the tax office, they all investigated the Lux. Clean. No connection with organized crime. Safest place to visit at night in do you ask?"
"My daughter is friend of mr Morningstar's daughter."
"Lucky you," Ben reacted. "Knowing mr Morningstar is the best way to make a career in LA."
After the call Eileen and her husband looked at each other. "Maybe it's not so bad…" Pete started.
"Pete. It must have a bad influence on our girl, that talking about the devil." Eileen breathed heavily.
"Well… We will see next Saturday. The girls will be here and we will hear that this Rory is talking about." Pete nodded. "And Thursday next week is the parents meeting at school. Maybe we will see Rory's parents, well I expect at least one of them, and we can have a little talk."
Eileen stared at her husband. How could he ignore this talking about the devil. Pete wanted a career. That career was not important, if Rory's dad was a satanist, Pete's career had no meaning to her. Then she looked at her daughter and saw tears in her eyes. Allyson needed a friend and Allyson liked Rory. Good, she would observe this Rory for two or three weeks and then decide.
(A)
On Friday, when class had finished, Allyson and Rory found Allyson's mom talking with Rory's dad. "Mommy is giggling," Allyson whispered as soon as the girls noticed the two grownups.
"I hope daddy is not making stupid jokes," Rory answered with a frown.
Close by Allyson saw her mom was even blushing and quickly made one step away from Rory's dad when she saw her daughter.
"So I will bring Rory tomorrow at half past nine, mrs Moore."
"If it's not too early for you. And please say Eileen."
"Not at all, Eileen.
"O, the girls would like to build a treehouse. Is that a problem?"
"No," Lucifer answered. "Not at all."
"We will keep an eye on them, but… well, I mean… well, there is a small change they might fall. But we will choose a low tree."
Lucifer laughed and laid a hand on Rory's shoulder. "She climbs trees as a squirrel and she builded a treehouse in the highest tree of some forest with two uncles a few months ago."
On Saturday Allyson showed Rory the place they would build that treehouse. A small forest plot directly behind the backyard of the Moore's. Allyson's cat Iwan was around, but ignoring the girls.
"Your dad said you build a treehouse with two uncles," Allyson said.
"Three months ago my uncles Zadkiel and Phanuel showed me how to build one."
"Those uncles have strange names."
"Mommy and daddy were discussing something with granddad and my uncles took my to a forest outside the Siver City. In the hills with mallorn trees, we builded two houses in two mallorns at four hundred feet above the ground and we made a rope bridge between the two."
"Where is Silver City?"
"In heaven, my uncles are angels."
Allyson stared mouth half open at Rory, then laid her arm around her friend and whispered: "I wish I could make up stories like that."
Rory grinned. "Where are the planks and beams to build?"
"Daddy should come and help us. But the wood is over there." She walked a bit back and pointed. "Together with ropes and rope ladders, hammer, nails, more rope."
"Good," Rory said. "And which tree should we use?"
Allyson sighed. Last time her dad had ordained a low tree, with the platform of the treehouse at shoulder hight, Allyson's shoulders. She walked further between the trees. Iwan ran along and jumped up the trunk of a tree. Allyson knocked on the tree. "Iwan thinks this would be a nice one."
Both girls looked up. The first branches were at least four yards above the ground. The cat had already reached them and walked on one of them.
"No problem," Rory said. She walked back and picked up one of the rope ladders.
"I don't think my daddy will dare to go up," Allyson said. "He is a bit afraid of high places."
"You said he was a quarterback."
"That has nothing to do with it." Allyson grinned. "They don't play football on top of ladders."
Rory laughed, took off shoes and socks and started to climb the tree with her hands and bare feet, finding support for her fingers and toes on any irregularity on the trunk and going up faster than Allyson would be able to walk a stair. In no time she reached the first large branch. She hooked the rope ladder around the branch and let the ladder hang down.
"I don't know if I dare to sit on that branch," Allyson confessed, looking up to Rory high above. Her friend stood on the branch and spread her arms. The next moment Allyson screamed when Rory jumped. She landed next to Allyson. Her knees sagged and stretched and Rory smiled.
"That's not high. Let's get some beams up. We bring them here, you bind a rope around them and I pull them up."
That's what they did the next hour. They brought beams and planks, Allyson bound a rope on one of them, then high in the tree Rory pulled it up and lowered the rope again, so Allyson could prepare the next one. Soon Rory had a small platform ready where Iwan did find a place to sleep. Allyson climbed the rope ladder, Rory helped her to clamber on the platform.
Allyson looked around. From the branch she was sitting beams and planks reached to the next branches left and right. Ropes stretched between branches three feet above that platform to give support for a hand.
"Is this big enough?" Rory asked.
"For the two us? Certainly. Or three of us," Allyson said looking at her cat. "Now we need some planks to make walls on both sides."
"Ok." Rory helped Allyson to get on the rope ladder again so she could descend and then jumped down from the platform herself.
(E)
With her husband trailing behind her, Eileen entered the small forest plot. "Allyson? Rory?" she called
"Here, mommy." came her daughter's voice. She found the girls sorting planks and ropes where her husband had laid the stuff he wanted to use for a treehouse.
"I thought Pete was already here helping you," Eileen explained, with an angry look at her husband. "But he was on the phone!"
"It was an important call. An issue that has to be solved today. I had to…" Pete started, but Eileen interrupted him
"It's Saturday. You promised to help the girls with a treehouse. You stay with them and I will prepare lunch," Eileen almost shouted. She saw the girls looking worried and smiled at them. "Nothing you did wrong, sweethearts. Just your dad thinking his work is important.
With a last warning and angry glance at her husband she went back to the house.
{A}
As soon as his wife was gone, Pete took a deep breath. "Listen, honey," he said to his daughter. "I need to call someone. Let's say you and Rory bring the planks to a nice tree and I first finish my call?"
Allyson looked at Rory. Rory grinned and nodded.
"Ok, dad."
Her father laughed, a little relieved. "Take a low tree, honey. I will be with you in a minute."
The girls took planks with them and walked back to the tree with the platform. "Will your dad call this a low tree?" Rory asked.
"I don't want a childish low tree," Allyson muttered. "This is a real treehouse. Quick, we get these planks up before he finishes his call."
The girls had finished what they called the wall on the left site, when Pete Moore finally showed up. "Allyson? Rory?"
"Up here, daddy," Allyson called.
"What? Come down! You can't go up that high!"
"We're almost finished, daddy," Allyson answered from off the platform. A bit overstretched, they had the platform, the tree in the back and a few planks as a very open wall on the right.
With a lot of mumbling Pete climbed the rope ladder, but took minutes before his head appeared at the platform level. His hands clamped around rope ladder, he was trembling and his face was a bit reddened. "You can't do this. What if your mother sees what you did while I was on the…" He went silent and looked in the direction of the house. "Well I was not… I mean no need to tell your mother I was not here."
"Shall I help you up, mr Moore?" Rory asked.
He swallowed. "No, no. But is this safe?"
Rory pushed against some planks and pulled some roped. Nothing moved. "All solid, mr Moore. As you can see."
"And now we want to make the wall on the left," Allyson said.
"If you want to go down, mr Moore," Rory said.
"Yes, please."
"Then you can bind the rope around the planks and we can pull them up."
Pete Moore looked down and started to tremble even more. "Yes, yes. Just down."
Allyson saw her dad going down with very slow movements, never moving a hand or a foot before the ladder was hanging motionless again.
(E)
Eileen returned to the forest plot with a bag filled containing pancakes, fruit salad and soft drinks. She followed the sound of the voices, found the tree and froze. "Pete! Are you crazy? How could you allow the girls to go that high?"
"I… Well…" Her husband looked up to the girls.
"Do you want to come up, mrs Moore?" Rory asked from above. "To see our treehouse."
For some seconds Eileen was torn between wanting to scold at Pete and wanting to be polite to Rory. In the end 'wanting to be polite' won and she climbed the rope ladder. Her head came above the platform and she looked around to see how she could clamber the branch. Rory took her hand and pulled.
"Girl, you can't pull a grown…" Eileen blinked her eyes when Rory – apparently without much effort – helped her on the platform. "You are really strong."
She looked around and nodded. "This is… impressive." And looking at Allyson added: "Did daddy make this?"
"No, Rory did?"
"We did it together," Rory said.
"Bu Rory knew how we should do it, mommy."
"I just did the same as my uncles did."
"Ah, yeah," Eileen said to Rory. "Your daddy told me you made a treehouse with two uncles. I made pancakes. Do you want to eat them down on the ground or here in the tree?"
"In the tree!" Allyson shouted.
"I will get the bag," her mother said.
"I will," Rory said. She grabbed the rope they had used to get the planks up and only using her hands went down. The girl hanged the bag over her shoulder and climbed the rope, again only using her hands.
"She is really strong," Eileen whispered to Allyson. She had had her doubts on the story how the two girls had met: it had seemed unlikely that Rory could have beaten two older boys… but this girl was extraordinaire strong.
(A)
Allyson and Rory finished a kind of a left wall of the treehouse and then decided they didn't need a roof: branches above them gave enough shadow and in the LA climate a roof against rain or cold was hardly needed. They got permission – each of her own parents – to eat high up in the treehouse on Wednesday evening.
So on Wednesday at eight pm the two girls left the penthouse and walked back to Allyson's home. Eileen and Pete were doing gardening. The girls were coming closer and saw it happening: Eileen was on he highest step of a step ladder, cutting small branches from a high shrub. She reached out for something at the edge of her reach, the ladder started to turn away and Eileen fell off and hit the ground head first.
"Mommy!" Allyson shouted and ran forward.
"Eileen!" Pete shouted and stepped to his wife.
Her mother was laying on the floor, eyes closed, wounds on her forehead, around her ear, the bones of the skull visible, blood streaming out of her mouth. "Mommy!" Allyson shouted again, kneeling next to hear mother not knowing what to do. She was aware Rory kneeled beside her. "Rory, help."
"I…" Her friend hesitated, folded her hands and whispered. "Granddad, dad, what can I do?… Granddad, they will… ok."
Rory prayed… Allyson realized she should do the same and folded her hands. At the same time she heard a whooshing sound and two red wings sprung from Rory's back. Rory picked a feather from one of them and stroked Eileen's head with it. Red light sprung from the wound, flesh and skin grew over the wounds and closed the wounds.
Eileen blinked her eyes and slowly turned her head. "What… I fell…"
"On a pot with flowers, the sherds are all around," Rory said, pointing at orange pieces of pottery."
Eileen sat up, trembling. "You have wings."
"Oh, sorry. Forgot." With again a whoosh the red wings disappeared.
With her teeth chattering Eileen almost fell aside. Rory closed her eyes, then folded her hands. "I will explain, dad," she murmured.
"Daddy says you need to rest. The feather of an angel helps your body to heal, but it requires a lot of energy. You need to sleep." Rory turned to Allyson's father. "And when your wife wakes up tomorrow morning she will need to eat a lot, not one bowl of cereals of two pieces of toast, but both. Plus eggs and pancakes. She will need it."
Pete only stared at her. Rory raised and pulled Eileen up. "Mrs Moore? Really, you need to sleep. Mr Moore, please."
Pete's eyes turned away from Rory. He took his wife into the house without saying anything, leaving the two girls in the garden. "You are…" Allyson whispered. "All you told is true."
"Yes," Rory said. "Of course."
"But I thought we were friends." Allyson had her eyes down.
"Of course we are."
Allyson felt how Rory hugged her. "But you're an angel."
"Half-angel. Why would that matter?"
"You told me you visited your granddad. Is he…"
"God? Yes. So? And my dad is the devil. But we made a treehouse, so we are friends."
The treehouse. Allyson relaxed a little and hugged Rory back. "Really?"
"Yes."
"And you helped my mom," Allyson whispered.
"If my mommy would need help you could give, you would do also."
"I could never heal her."
"Other help," Rory said and repeated: "We are friends."
Allyson laughed. "Is my mommy really healed?"
"She only needs some sleep and a huge breakfast, both dad and granddad assured me."
(E)
Next morning Eileen woke up. The first thing she realized was she was hungry. Then she remembered the red wings on Rory's back. She had fallen from the step ladder. How could Rory have wings? O, my God. "Pete," she shouted.
It was her daughter who came in with a plate with toast. "You should eat, mommy."
"Where is daddy?"
"He is making eggs and bacon for you."
"But we… you…" Eileen took the plate: slices of toast, with butter, cream cheese and ham. Sitting in her bed she ate all three and then whispered: "Rory."
"She helped you, saved you. I was afraid you would die."
"She had wings," Eileen said, while her husband entered the bed room.
"Yes, mommy. Red wings. She told the truth when she said her daddy is the devil."
"But what does she want from you, from us? Why was she here?"
"To eat in the treehouse." Allyson was confused: mommy knew that was what they did. "We are friends."
"But she is the anti-christ. Her father is the devil," Eileen almost shouted.
"And her grandfather is God," Allyson said. "She visited him last Sunday, together with her mom and dad."
Eileen gasped to breath. "No. That can't be. The devil would visit God with his daughter? Why? To drink a cup of tea? Come on. They fight each other, that's is what the vicar tells us."
"When you lay on the ground and you had blood all on your head, Rory folded her hands and said…" Allyson closed her eyes and tried to remember the exact words. "Granddad, dad, what can I do? Granddad, they will. Ok. And that granddad is God. I asked her."
"O, my God," Eileen whispered. She put her hands on her mouth and looked up. "I mean… O my… You."
"Is she really your friend?" Pete asked Allyson.
"She said so herself, yesterday after you brought mommy in the house."
"O, my G…" Eileen swallowed. "Pete, you should have brought Rory home yesterday. Where is she now?"
"Her daddy picked her up," Allyson said. "I stayed outside with Rory until her daddy came to take her home."
Eileen trembled. The devil had come to visit their house. "Pete, what did he do?"
"I didn't see… I was here with you."
"I said I would call daddy," Allyson said. "But mr Morningstar said daddy should look after mommy, that was most important. And he said I should make sure you eat enough now." The girl turned to her dad. "Are the eggs ready?"
"What? Yes."
(A)
Her mother finished two plates with eggs and bacon, while Allyson told her what she and Rory had talked about yesterday. "… she said we're friends. We build a treehouse. And when she visits God, her daddy takes her mother in his arms and they fly to heaven. Rory flys herself and her daddy's wings are white, not red. And then they also can visit her mommy's dad who was a cop also and died in 2000."
At that moment her mommy's phone rang. Mommy looked and opened her eyes wide. She accepted the call and said with trembling voice: "Yes? With Eileen."
The call was on the speaker and Allyson heard: "Hello, Eileen. This is Chloe Decker, Rory's mother."
"Yes, yes. I know."
"I'm calling to inform how you are doing. Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, yes, I did. I just finished breakfast. But you are… Your husband…"
"I am Chloe. I am just as human as you. And my husband is not after your soul and he is not after Allyson's soul. He is listening to our call, sends you his best wishes and just hopes you're doing well."
Allyson's mother was sitting with her eyes closed. "Your daughter saved my life," she whispered in the phone.
"We are glad she could help you."
"And Allyson told me she talked with God, with her granddad."
"Rory asked her granddad what do, yes. Eileen. Well. Good to hear you're ok. My husband and I have to go now. Work. But we will see you later."
"Yes. Thanks for calling." Eileen slowly put the phone down. "She will see me later. O, my God. No. The parents meeting."
At school, within ten minutes all was as normal between Allyson and Rory as every day. They whispered when the teacher, miss Wheeler was not looking their way. They fantasized about the treehouse, gossiped about our children and talked about things they had done or would be doing.
"Aunt Maze and aunt Eve will pick me up after school," Rory said.
"Those are the aunts that teach you to fight? Wow. I wish I had such aunts."
"Rory! Allyson!" miss Wheeler said from his desk. "Did you already finish your work?"
(E)
Eileen and her husband entered the school for the parent meeting and not for the first time Eileen said, more to herself than to Pete: "He can't be at the meeting. Why would the devil come to a parent meeting?"
Her husband only sighed. "I don't know, Eileen," he repeated.
"What can I say to the devil? Is it safe? O God, please help me. And his daughter saved my life. Why didn't you thank Rory yesterday evening or this afternoon when you picked up Allyson at school!"
Another sight from Pete. "She went to two strange women…"
"Her aunts, Allyson said."
"I didn't know them and they were gone before I could go to them."
They came in the hall where coffee and tea was served and other parents were standing around high tables, waiting for the meeting to start. "O, God," Eileen whispered for the hundred's time. There they were. Rory's mom and dad. He was looking as handsome as ever. Three piece suit, dark grey this time, and a light green shirt. He saw them and he smiled. That smile.
He had smiled at her before, while he picked up his daughter from school. She was married. Happily married, mind you, and she would never cheat on her husband. But she knew if he had made the slightest step towards her, she would have fallen for him and his smile. He had never made any step.
Eileen told herself she had nothing to complain. Her husband still had the same shape and weight he had as quarterback when they started dating more than fifteen years ago. She took a deep breath. That Chloe Decker was the luckiest woman on Earth. She was so glad Pete didn't know her thoughts. Call me Lucifer, he had said when she called him mr Morningstar. But that was before.
Chloe acted first when they came at their table. She hugged Eileen. "So happy to see you're ok."
After Chloe's hug, Lucifer took her hand and gave a kiss on its back. "I hope no more acrobatics with step ladders."
"You… are…"
"I'm the devil, Eileen. And I'm not interested in your soul, not in your daughter's soul and not in anybody's soul. I'm here only to hear from miss Wheeler about my daughter's class."
O my, God Eileen thought, please. And she believed him. She couldn't say why, something in the back of her head assured her he told her the truth.
"I'm just Rory's father, nothing else."
After the meeting Eileen and Pete walked with Chloe and Lucifer to the parking place
"I'm glad I never had miss Wheeler as a teacher," Lucifer said and he rolled his eyes.
Eileen chuckled. "She uses the right level words and grammar for children, Lucifer." It was amazing it was so normal, as if he was just a parent of any other child.
"She was talking to adults this evening."
"Yes. Are you in a hurry to go home? I mean: someone will be keeping an eye on Rory will you both were to the meeting."
"Rory is with her aunts tonight and sleeps at her aunts," Chloe answered.
"May I invite you for a drink at our place? To thank you for your daughter saving my life."
Eileen payed the sitter and quickly looked into Allyson's bedroom. Back in the living room she asked: "First coffee or are you ready something stronger?"
Chloe went for wine, Lucifer for bourbon. "Don't worry that we have to drive home," Chloe added. "Lucifer can't get drunk. His celestial metabolism clears the alcohol in seconds, not in hours as a human body."
"Wow," Eileen said. She glanced at Lucifer and hesitated.
Lucifer grinned. "You don't have to avoid what I am. Just say or ask. What's would you like to know?"
"How did the two of you meet?" Eileen asked. "How did the devil fall in love?"
"A woman was murdered," Chloe started. "You must have seen it on the news. Delilah, she was famous." She told the story how she met Lucifer and how they ended up working together. "We started to like each other."
"But you still didn't believe he truly was the devil?"
"O, no. I wasn't sure whether he was acting or insane. I didn't believe in God, the devil, all the bible stuff. As far as I could see, he and Maze were just delusional."
"Maze? Is that the aunt Maze Allyson talked about?" Eileen asked.
"Well," Lucifer said. "There is only one aunt Maze, so she must be. What did Allyson say about her?"
"Rory is with aunt Maze and aunt Eve tonight and they are teaching Rory to fight. Allyson asked me whether she also could learn to fight. Well." Eileen shrugged. "That was today after school and I was still a bit in shock, knowing you are the devil. So I said no. Well."
"If you're ok, we have to ask Maze and Eve. But I expect they will welcome Rory's best friend in their lessons," Lucifer said. He grinned.
"Are they… angels? Your sisters?"
"They are bounty hunters. LA's best."
"So, they are human?"
Chloe and Lucifer exchanged a glance. "Do you really want to know? We are willing to answer. But it might be shocking," Chloe warned. "If it becomes too much, warn us and we will give you time to process."
Eileen hesitated for a moment before she nodded. "Please, tell me."
"Do you know Lilith?" Lucifer asked. He pointed, at one of the bookshelves. "I noticed you have a New Revised Standard Version translation of the bible. Lilith is mentioned in it. Isaiah 34."
"The mythological mother of all demons," Eileen said softly.
"The real mother of the highest rank of demons," Lucifer corrected.
"You don't mind we have some bibles?"
"Some bibles?" Lucifer laughed. "I already counted nineteen of them, all different translations. No I don't mind."
"Lilith's name is not mentioned in most other translations," Eileen said. "The New King James version calls her night creature."
"I know," Lucifer answered. "In my not so humble opinion, the NRSV version is a much better translation."
Eileen frowned and thought it over. "Does God disapprove that we prefer the King James version?"
"My dad will understand you, no matter which translation you use."
"Ok… But what has it to do with Maze and Eve?"
"Maze is one of Lilith's children," Chloe said. "A demon, yes. Lilith's spitting image. And although she is a demon I know I can trust her. She and my oldest daughter Trixie are close friends since they met, now 13 years ago. Maze is Rory's aunt since Rory can pronounce the word aunt."
"Wow. That is…" Eileen closed her eyes for a second and swallowed. "And the other aunt? Eve. Is she also a demon?"
"Lucifer's lover from the time of Genesis," Chloe said. "The Eve of Adam and Eve."
"But, but… Eve died."
"Yes," Chloe said. "Ten thousand years ago. She was in heaven all those years, until three years ago." She smiled. "I can tell you what happened three years ago, for Rory is the protagonist of that story."