"Your father took something from us, made our guy start yelling about the devil. So, guess what, we're taking a replacement item from you." Those were the last words you heard before your vision went dark.
"Voicemail, again!" Lucifer hung up his phone and paced his apartment. "You do realise that Mal had never answered your calls before. Why is this time any different?" Maez asked as she filed her nails. Lucifer looked to her before dialling on his phone again. "Ah, Detective. I have a favour to ask…"
Lucifer met Detective Decker at your apartment, when both arrived at your door they noticed it laying wide open, and your apartment laying in ruin with blood splatters spread across parts of the floor and wall. Immediately, Decker tried to pull Lucifer out of your apartment, so she could investigate and call for the right people to collect evidence and allow her to open an investigation.
When you woke up your head was groggy, your back was in agony and your entire body was sore, stiff and sticky. Your throat was dry and sore, and you still couldn't think clearly enough to find a way to escape. "…she won't let up…" Damn, the pounding in your skull, it was preventing you from hearing what they wanted from you, "…if we keep going like this…dead." Dead? Who? What? The more you tried to focus on what they were saying, the stronger the pounding in your head became. Eventually you gave up focusing on what was being said and tried to focus on anything you could see or use to try and figure out where you were. All you could see was horrid beige walls, no windows (from what you could see anyway), and a couple of machines which looked like computer main frames along one wall.
You heard footsteps walking towards you and immediately shut your eyes feigning still being unconscious. You heard metal being placed on metal and willed yourself to not tense up, to not give any indication you were conscious. Aware of people still being in the room you, you tried to think about something else to try and keep you calm and relaxed. Something to distract you from what was to come.
It took Decker about 30 minutes to convince Lucifer to leave your apartment, so she could do her job. The only reason Lucifer relented was if he could take your abnormally large albino bat, Decker agreed, but mostly because the bat was making a lot of distressed noises and she couldn't stand the noise. Lucifer grabbed your 'bat' (which was a hybrid animal that human's, most likely, would not agree with) and its harness and left the apartment. This allowed Lucifer to attach the harness to the animal and hopefully have it pick up your scent.
After walking around for what felt like hours to Lucifer, your bizarre pet began to pull him in a certain direction. Excited Lucifer allowed your pet to pull him in the direction that it had apparently picked up your scent. When the creature had stopped in a doorway Lucifer found your favourite leather jacket covered in blood (due to your unique biology Lucifer felt certain that the blood wasn't yours) and attached to the zipper of the jacket was a bloodied and rather dull looking bear on a keychain, "Damnit Zozo, you weren't supposed to die." Lucifer muttered, wrapping the lifeless bear up in your jacket before pulling out his phone and dialling a number. While he was waiting for the other person to pick up the phone, he lifted the jacket up to allow your pet to try and pick up your scent and the scent of anyone else you may have been around you.
After pacing around a little longer with no more scents to pick up, your pet allowed itself to drop on the ground lightly and whined, slowly pacing in the hopes of picking up your scent. After hanging up the phone Lucifer sighed, knelt down beside your pet, laying a hand on its head, "I know girl, but we'll find her soon and make who-ever has her pay, Chióni Nix."
