AN: For those of you who read the Lucifer comics, in about 10 seconds you may be able to figure out where I'm getting ideas for Earth's background! *cheekydevilface* But don't spoil it for everyone! To those who haven't read the comics: please do. Then watch the tv series again. You'll love all the easter eggs. Also, I have updated chapters 1 thru 8. All except chapter 3 are just grammar fixes. I added a tiny bit more story elements in chapter 3!
AN: Updated July 25, 2020 - Grammar, Major story change
Rating: Teen
Warning[s]: Swearing, Torture
Show Timeline: Season 2 after episode 15
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***As of March 15, 2020, after Chapter 9: Can You Hear Me, I will no longer update "A Devil's Love" on this site. The reason being this site does not approve of second-person [you] stories. This story will be up for as long as the site allows. If you wish to continue reading past Chapter 9, please search AZookiex3 on AO3 or Wattpad, and you can search AZritesx3 on Tumblr. I've also started posting it on my DeviantArt [AZookiex3]! There is much more to this story, and I hope you continue to read!***
Chapter 9: Can You Hear Me?
It's about that time. You can move your back again and when that happens, even just the smallest movement, punishment begins once more.
You lay on your dirty bed face first. It's faint now since they've been torn from you, but you can hear the Discarded coming down the hall. Slowly making their way to your door.
You slowly come to a sitting position. Legs hanging over, palms gripping the mattress, and a death stare at the door.
The heavy steel door opens and you're greeted with a small army of Discarded lead by the only other being alive besides you and Father.
"Please d...don't fight." The brown-haired boy steps into your room. A couple of the Discarded come in as well.
You grip the mattress tighter, "You always ask that. You should know what my answer is by now."
The boy sighs and moves his shoulders back. His wings come out and spread to their full length. He pulls out a familiar syringe.
You seethe at him, his wings, and the syringe.
It's not fair.
You wake with a start, expecting the whip's pain.
But no pain comes. Something's different.
You slowly open your eyes. This wasn't your old home of steel walls and chains. You're in what looks to be a jail cell, but with bars all around. You slowly lift your head, the pain from multiple hits causing you to blackout for a second. You move your body to carefully sit on the bed. Looking around, you see that the cell is placed in the center of a room. Like an animal's circus cage, put on display for all to see.
"Bout time you woke up." The voice startles you. You whip your head around, big mistake, and see a man sitting in front of your cell.
Despite your body's warnings, you lunge at the man, but that's when you realize your hands and ankles are bound by heavy chains.
"Hm, interesting…" the man says to himself. You squint to get a better look at him, but he positioned his seat to cover his top half in the room's shadow. All you can see is the man's expensive and lavish looking shoes, pants, and a heavy coat. He's also holding a cane on his right. You're not entirely sure, but the cane's top looks like a type of whale.
"Who are you?" You ask. Your voice is incredibly gruff and dry.
The man doesn't answer. He instead waves his free hand up and you hear a click to your right. Looking, you see the cell's door open and a man comes in. He's holding a glass of water and a plate with bread.
"Don't be stupid." The new stranger says.
Does he even realize he left the door open?
You run as fast as you can towards the opening, which was still pretty fast considering the situation your ankles are in, but you stop just short of freedom when a shocking sensation courses through your body. You scream and fall. Managing to keep your eyes open, you see that the bounds on your wrists and ankles are electric. When the pain stops you can see the man in the seat has a remote control.
Oh yeah. He knew.
"Told you. You all are always stupid." The stranger in your cell drags you back to your bed, "At least ya didn't hit me. Yous people usually hit me and ruin your dinner."
"A cop has a much better mindset than the usual ones I get hired to take. Sure it helps too that this one has been through something like this before." Says the sitting man, who you figure is the boss.
The man in your cell places the water and plate down on the floor in front of you. He then walks away and locks the cell door behind him, "That why you told 'im you need more money? Cause she'd be a feisty one?"
The boss doesn't answer. He lifts his hand in the same motion as before and you watch the stranger exit through a door behind his boss.
The boss crosses his legs, "I suggest you drink some water. It would be a shame to ruin your voice with all the questions you're about to ask."
You just stare at the shadowed man.
He sighs, "None of the water or food you receive will be poisoned. I wouldn't be as rich as I am if I let my captures die on me. Bad business practice that is."
You slowly pick up the cup and down its contents, keeping an eye trained on where you believe the man's eyes to be.
"Better now?" He asks after you put the cup back on the floor.
You stand up and shuffle over to him. You sit in front of the bars to be as face to face as possible. Unfortunately, you still can't make out any facial features.
"Who the fuck are you?" You hiss.
"Yes, I do suppose you were expecting someone else, but fear not little doe." The boss leans in so you can see his top half, but he keeps his head in the dark, "Your father shall have you back soon enough."
"Who are you?!" You yell. You grip the bars and shake your chains violently, "Are you with him?! Are you-"
"Hush down, doe." He leans back into the chair, "I am not a direct accomplice to your father. Never even met him. He just hired me to capture you."
"I am called The Kidnapper. America's most infamous person at making people disappear. I am a simple businessman, that's all. Nothing extra special than that. Can't say the same for you though."
Your head begins to pound again. You remove one hand from a bar to grip your head.
"Though I will be asking him if I can keep those fancy chains and the formula for that shot. Especially if I'm now going to be capturing you folk more."
"Stop…" you grit your teeth. The pain is becoming unbearable to the point where your nails start puncturing your head, "What…"
"Poor confused little doe." The Kidnapper tisks and stands, "You will remain here for one week. That is when the LAPD will consider your case cold and stop actively searching for you. That is also when you shall be dropped off to him."
No. Please…
"They'll find me…" you manage out. You squint up at The Kidnapper. He's silhouetted by the light from the open door, "They'll always be looking for me."
"Not when they have no leads."
An entourage of LAPD forces flood your home. Brighter lighting is set up in every dark corner. Ella and extra forensic workers are flashing their cameras constantly. Dan and other detectives inspect every nook and cranny of your place. Maze watches paramedics try to awaken Alice, who they moved onto the couch.
And Chloe, with all her might, is trying to not freak out about her BFF being kidnapped and her partner being completely out of it.
Lucifer hasn't moved an inch since they came. He still stands on your balcony. Hands still gripping the railing. He keeps his head held high. He stares at the night sky with burning eyes. His mind filling up with awful, monstrous thoughts.
He doesn't even budge when he hears Alice finally come to, but he doeslisten in:
"How are you feeling ma'am?" A female paramedic asks.
"Groggy." With the help of the paramedics, Alice rises to a sitting position, "Scared."
Lucifer turns his head.
"I don't want to bother you as soon as you wake up, Alice, but…" Chloe starts.
"No, it's completely alright." Alice moves so her legs are over the front and she sits straight, "We need to find Earth as soon as possible."
"Agreed." Chloe nods. Maze goes around Alice. Lucifer moves to lean against the frame of the balcony door.
"From what I could see everything looked completely normal in Earth's place." Alice begins as the paramedics look her over, "I go to the coat closet and notice the door slightly ajar. Right when I was about to call Earth a man came out."
"Did you happen to get a good look at him?" Chloe asks.
Alice shakes her head and looks disappointed, "No. He, and all the men that came out, were dressed in all black. The only part of their bodies that you could see were their eyes. Everything else was covered."
"Sounds professional." Dan comments.
"Sounds like they know better than to get hair or skin particles on anything," Ella says from the floor of your bedroom.
"But right before I fell I managed to scratch one in the eye! Look-" Alice raises her hand, then looks shocked. She brings her hand to her face to inspect her fingers.
"They...they washed my hands!" She yells.
"What?" Chloe asks, disbelief in her tone.
"Yes! Even under my nails!" Alice's eyes start to water.
"They also got rid of their shoe prints in the dirt of the plants," Dan says.
"And there won't be any prints since their hands were covered." Maze says, pissed.
"Damn it." Chloe hisses.
"This situation sounds familiar." Everyone, including Lucifer, looks up and sees Agent Monroe entering your apartment.
"Familiar?" Chloe questions.
"Throughout the years all around the country, there have been attacks like this." Monroe says as he walks to the group, "Usuallythe victim's place remains intact, but from the descriptions of these men and how no leads are found adds up."
"Who are these guys?" Alice asks.
Monroe looks at her, "They work for the-"
"The Kidnapper." Lucifer finally speaks, and it seems to startle the group. They all turn to him wide-eyed, then back to Monroe.
Monroe nods, "Yes."
"I've heard the stories, but doubt they were true. I just figured the 'missing' person simply didn't want to be found." Chloe looks between the two men.
"That's how the case gets closed after a time of no leads." Monroe replies, "But no, Detective Decker. Most of those 'mysterious' kidnappings are The Kidnappers doing."
"So, what happens now?" Dan asks.
"Now we continue scavenging this apartment from top to bottom, corner to corner, crack to crack." Monroe answers, "We'll still take a sample from underneath Ms. Alice's nail, despite them cleaning it, and we'll stare at the dirt on the balcony until we're positive we can't spot a print."
"Hey! I may have something!" Ella yells on the floor. When she looks up she notices that she's next to Lucifer's foot, "Good thing you didn't step this way, big guy!" She says looking up at him.
"Oh?" Lucifer says. He moves out of her way and the rest of the group, except for Alice, surrounds her.
Ella flashes a bright light on a spot on the floor, "Looks like I got a tiny bit of blood here! Still looks fresh too! And-" she takes her tweezers and lifts something from the ground. It's incredibly thin, almost impossible to see, but of course, Ella Lopez finds it.
"Is that-"
"Yup! A needle!" Ella interrupts Chloe excitedly, "No vial attached, but I'm hoping there's still some juice in it."
"Excellent finds Ms. Lopez." Monroe praises.
"Do we have a time limit?" Chloe asks Monroe.
"I'd say we have a week. That seems to be The Kidnapper's favorite time length."
"Then let's get bloody started already!" Lucifer says. He pushes through the crowd and leaves your apartment. Chloe follows him and Dan, Maze, and Ella (with possible leads bagged) follow soon after. Monroe stays a while longer to help the other detectives and scientists find any more clues.
Day 1
"You're still mad at me." You said with a mouth full of pizza.
Your apartment was quiet save for the chewing of good pizza and the tv. Lucifer hadn't said a word since you asked what pizza he'd like. While he ate he just stared blankly ahead of him.
Your words finally got him out of that daze, "I'm not mad at you, darling."
"Then what's with the silent treatment?" You took another bite, "You always talk."
"Just pondering is all."
"About?"
"Who you're so scared of."
You sighed and leaned back on your couch, trying your best to sink into it.
Lucifer set his plate down on the coffee table and turned towards you, "Darling, I have hundreds of resources at my beck and call. Whoever is causing you fear I can take care of."
"You sound like the Godfather." You tried to joke. Lucifer didn't laugh though. He looked serious.
You sank further in. After moments of silence you caved, just a bit, "Lucifer, when I tell people they become leverage against me. Only Alice and Damien, who runs my NY clinic for me, know the whole truth. Chloe barely knows anything, but I'm afraid that because of my closeness to her she'll end up like-"
You stopped. Too much information.
You finally looked at him, "I don't want more people hurt."
"Better than a Godfather, I'm the Devil." You huffed and started to turn away from him, but Lucifer gently pulled you out of your hole and held your hands, "I hate to say it, but besides my Father and brother no one can really harm me."
"Amenadiel?"
Lucifer chuckled, "Absolutely not! I was talking about Michael. But-"
"How many siblings do you have?" You asked with a raised brow.
"Too many, though...one less." You saw that quick emotion of regret cross his eyes before he returned to normal, "K9 the point is, I can and want to help you. The fact that someone has this hold over you makes my blood boil."
"Why?"
"I…" Lucifer looked down at your joined hands. He squeezed them, then gently rubbed his thumbs on your palm, "I don't know." He looked back up to you, "Please, darling."
You looked at him. That strange feeling in your chest grew, making you want to spill everything to him and cry.
But you can't.
You squeezed his hands then pushed them, him, away, "I can't, Lucifer." You said with a regretful smile, "I'm sorry."
The defeat from his eyes and body made you hate yourself, but this was for the best.
"I...can tell you the other reason I left. Chloe knows this one, as well as everyone else."
Lucifer leans against his glass railing, looking at the LA sunset while lost in the memory. He takes one long huff of his cigarette and slowly blows it out.
"Hey." Chloe comes up behind him and leans with him.
"Detective." He says distantly.
"You ok?" She asks. Worry clear in her voice and eyes.
"Depends." He says and flicks the ashes off the bud. He watches the particles fall to the street, "Any news?"
Chloe looks at the sunset. With a sigh, she says, "No. The lab is still trying to get DNA from that little blood sample."
"Then I'm bloody fantastic, Detective." Lucifer spat out.
Chloe watches him take another long drag of his cigarette. She sighs and goes to leave him. No sense in trying to talk to him when he's in this kind of mood.
"Detective."
Chloe turns around and looks at Lucifer's back. Surprised, she says, "Yeah?"
"Do you know why K9 left?" He asks the sun.
"Um yeah," Chloe is confused now, "To get away from her adoptive family. They were horrible to her and she wanted an escape from them, but Lucifer," she takes one step closer to his back, "I questioned the Hammers already, and they were very adamant in not even knowing she was back. Which I expected." Chloe moves closer to place a hand on his shoulder, "I'm confident they don't know anything."
"Of course." Lucifer's reply is still distant, "Just curious is all, Detective."
Chloe wants to say something to cheer him up, but she's not sure what. So, she pats his shoulder and leaves.
Lucifer takes in one last drag, "Of course she doesn't know anything. She told you as much didn't she?" He flicks the bud off the railing and stares at his disappearing sun:
"You should have told me, K9."
Day 2
Day 3
Chloe and Dan are inside Ella's lab. For the tenth time, they look through all the photos taken of the crime scene. The entire lab table is covered in photos.
Chloe snaps first, which makes Dan's head rise up. This was very uncharacteristic for his ex-wife, but then again this is her closest friend in danger.
"What is taking so long?!" Chloe hisses. She grinds her teeth and mindlessly moves photos.
"It was only a small, very small, sample found Chloe," Dan says.
"I know, but this is a cop! One of ours taken!" Chloe's hands ball into fists.
"You know Monroe took Ella to the FBI's lab for better testing."
"Which means it should be faster getting a result! Besides…" Chloe breaths in and out. Calming her herself down, she starts to look somber, "I'm starting to worry that the blood sample won't be of who we need."
"Chloe." Dan reaches across and takes hold of Chloe's hand. He gives her hand a small squeeze, "We're going to find her."
Chloe doesn't seem to hear him though. At least, she doesn't nod her head or look him in the eyes.
Dan sighs. Pulling back he looks through the windows behind Chloe, "Where's Lucifer?" He asks, agitated. Lucifer is her partner. Why isn't he here helping?
"He's not in the right mindset to help, Dan."
"Really?" Dan scoffs.
Chloe looks up at him, "What?"
"Just doesn't seem like Lucifer to get so worked up, unless he and Earth are closer than I thought."
"Lucifer cares about his friends, Dan." Chloe snaps.
"I think it's more than just that, Chloe."
"CHLOOOEEE!" Chloe was just about to question Dan further when she hears her name being yelled. Chloe looks behind her and sees Ella zooming down the stairs and running towards her lab door.
Chloe quickly opens the door so the poor woman doesn't run into it. Ella skids to a halt and slams a folder down on the table, causing numerous pictures to fall.
"I GOT HIM!" She yells triumphantly.
"What?" "Who?" Chloe and Dan say together.
"That blood sample is, by the Big Guy's grace, from one of the invaders!" Ella opens the folder and spreads out the info. Dan and Chloe stand behind her as they look at the results.
"His name is Jerry Carter." Ella starts, "Age 23. Has no current criminal record."
"Sounds like it might've been his first job." Dan comments.
"Yeah, poor kid." Ella shakes her head. She pulls out a page, "But from the looks of all these addresses, definitely someone who would work for the elusive Kidnapper."
"My God." Chloe takes in all the addresses, "The Kidnapper seems to move all throughout California."
"With a time frame of a year too," Ella says. She points to all the dates and sure enough, each one is about a year apart.
"This will take longer than four days to stake out each one," Dan says. He looks up to Chloe and sees the worry in her eyes.
"It will definitely take a long time, but Monroe has a bunch of teams already going to half of these places." Ella points to the locations marked with a star, "He gave these to us because they're closer."
"Let's get started then." Detective Decker is back on the job, and that makes Ella and Dan smile.
Ella and Dan leave to recruit some of the K9 officers to help out because, despite Miller's betrayal, a lot of your officers love you.
Chloe sends a quick text to Lucifer.
Day 4
Within 24 hours Monroe's team found Jerry Carter. Much to Chloe's disappointment, however, Monroe took him to the FBI base instead of the precinct.
"I understand you want to find your comrade and friend, Detective Decker, but you and others in the precinct are too personal. I need Mr. Carter to talk, not feel threatened." Is what Monroe told Chloe when she showed up at the base.
Much to Chloe's confusion and worry, Lucifer didn't seem too upset or bothered by it.
Day 5
Another 24 hours later, Chloe's phone rings.
"Decker." She answers.
"Hello, Detective Decker. This is Agent Monroe." Monroe's professional voice comes through.
"What's the story?" Chloe says. She's on the edge of her seat.
"Mr. Carter told us about their attack on Ms. Earth, and he gave a few of the Kidnappers holding locations, but my gut is telling me he knows more."
"Lucifer can get it out of him," Chloe says immediately. Lucifer looks down at her with a raised brow. He just arrived.
"I do have impeccable timing it seems." Lucifer comments.
"That's precisely why I'm calling, Detective. I've heard about Lucifer's talent at getting people to talk, and with only two days left we need Mr. Carter to talk." Monroe replies.
"Agreed." Chloe looks up at Lucifer and nods, "We're leaving now."
The FBI base in California is far from the LA precinct. Chloe was disappointed when Monroe found the guy, but now she's worried that since Jerry was found so far away that meant you were far away too. She knows there's no time to waste now.
The ride to the base was about two and a half hours and during the whole drive, Lucifer said nothing. Chloe tried to get him to talk, to ease her nerves, but he'd reply with short answers or a simple hum.
Lucifer seems to start back to life when Chloe parks at the base. They both quickly exit the car and head inside the building.
"Thank you for coming-"
"Where is this chap?" Lucifer interrupts Monroe.
Monroe motions for the two partners to follow him. After some lengthy corridors, they stop in front of a metal door.
"Mr. Carter refused to answer with all our eyes on him. So, we moved him to this more secluded spot. We can't see or hear what's being said inside, but there's a recorder working on the table." Monroe says.
"Wonderful." Lucifer smiles. Chloe should be happy to finally see one from Lucifer, but that particular smile made her feel uneasy.
Monroe opens the door for Lucifer. Chloe tries to squeeze in but he stops her, "I think it's best for just Lucifer to talk to him. If he's as good as your reports say we need no other distractions."
Chloe, reluctantly, agrees. She watches the door close behind Lucifer. Monroe motions for her to take a seat next to him on the opposite wall. She has to do more waiting.
You stood behind your vet clinic. You've just finished your last surgery for the day and you needed a breather.
Leaning back against your building you listened, well half-listened, to Lucifer on the phone. Day three of the stakeout with no results.
Instead of being focused on the conversation Lucifer was trying to have with you: a case that led him to the most expensive school in California and something about igniting a blade, your mind continued to replay the nightmare, or maybe memory, you had a night before.
All around you is nothing but trees, grass, and dirt. You take a deep breath in. The air tastes so good here. You want to stay here forever.
But you know your Father is going to find you. You have to be quick.
You kneel on the ground and place your palms together, something you've seen your brother do when he can't find Father. You've also seen your Father do this when calling for the lonely red man.
In your mind you scream for help. Scream for freedom, and tell your location as best you can.
You stand and quickly run back to your cage, so as not to be caught.
What may have been days later, you wake to a cold aura staring at you.
You squeezed your eyes shut and closed out Lucifer's voice more to try to remember the image in front of you, but all that came back was the same memory that flashed before you in Lucifer's bathroom.
A man. Strong and muscular under his white armor. His wings darker than your darkness.
"Who are you?" You ask.
You notice his grip tighten on his sheathed sword, "He has heard you and has sent me to give you what you seek." His voice is booming. His voice is cold.
You shiver.
In a movement you couldn't see, the man appeared behind you. He grabbed hold of your-
Static started filling your mind.
He pulls.
You scream.
You gasped for breath and slid to the ground. You heard Lucifer's distant voice call out to you, and saw that you had dropped your phone.
You scrambled for your phone, "I'm fine!" You said quickly.
"Sure as hell doesn't sound like it, darling. Did you see dog boy?" Lucifer's voice sounded concerned.
"What? Oh, no. No. I was just, um." You took a shaky breath in and breathed out. No point in lying, "It's just I had a bad nightmare last night. I can't get it out of my mind."
"A silly little nightmare makes you react that way? I'm going to need to have a chat with an old friend."
"I'm fine, Lucifer. Really." You swallowed the lump in your throat, "Actually...I've got a question for you."
"Oh? Do ask."
"Ok, so I'm going to pretend for a second that you're actually the Devil-" Lucifer sighed on the other end.
"Lucifer, do you...um...hear people?" You asked.
"Every day, darling. I'm hearing a bunch right now." He replied humorously.
You sighed and rubbed your temple, "No, Lucifer. I mean…" You swallowed again. This was such a ridiculous question.
"Do you hear prayers?"
"Ah." Lucifer went quiet.
You panicked, "Yeah, dumb question. Was just humoring you-"
"I do, well used to. Still can, I should say." He suddenly replied, "I'm sure you can imagine the kind of prayers the Devil gets. I got sick of it." He said with a hint of venom.
"What is it, like, an on-off switch?" You joked.
"I wish." He replied seriously, "No, K9. I had to train for many centuries to have those twisted requests quiet down."
"Oh…" You weren't sure how to react, "So, what happens now when people pray to you?"
"I may have a slight buzzing in my mind every now and then, but I've grown to ignore them."
"Ok." You replied, accepting the answer.
"So, do you believe me now?" He asked hopeful.
You scoffed, "Of course not, Lucifer. It was just a rhetorical question."
"Blast."
You're pulled from your daze by the footsteps and murmurs outside the door.
You slowly rise from your cot and walk to the front of your cage to hear better. You're not sure how many days it has been, but obviously significant enough to weaken your body and make your stomach scream. The bread and water these people gave you were not enough. It was like they were purposely weakening you.
That thought is only further proven with how many times you've been shocked. Every now and then your body would react like it was being shocked when no one was around with the damn remote. Not a good sign.
Besides the men that came to give you the food and empty your waste bucket, you've had no company since the Kidnapper himself on day one. It made you stir-crazy, but one good thing is that you could hear better in the silence.
You press the side of your face to the bars and push as far out as you can. You pick up some chatter.
"Can you believe it?"
"Not good for Jerry, that's for sure."
"Has this ever happened before?"
"No, but considering how the boss ain't worried it's no big deal. Cops only got two days before we leave."
"Right. Smooth sailing, eh?"
The voices laugh, then become too hard to hear as they walk away.
Two days?
"You will remain here for one week. That is when the LAPD will consider your case cold and stop actively searching for you." The Kidnapper's voice comes through your mind.
You panic.
Shit. Shit shit shit!
You stumble backward and trip on your ankle chains. Your still wounded head pounds madly. You slowly go into a kneeling position and wait for the stars to go away.
If you had enough water in your system you'd be crying right now.
Instead, you lift your heavy shocking cuffs and stare at your dry palms.
You contemplate.
"Hello there Jerry-boy!" Lucifer sing songs into the room.
Lucifer takes in Jerry's Carter appearance with a smile as he sits across the man. Curly brown hair, white, brown eyes, petite build. No one special.
Good.
"I already told ya'll everything I know," Jerry says. He looks Lucifer up and down.
"Ah, these FBI chaps don't think that's the case, Jerry." Lucifer's smile is wide. His eyes don't match it. "So, they asked me here to persuade it all out of you."
"Ya can't hurt me." Jerry sits confidently, "Who even are you?"
"Oh! Where are my manners? Lucifer Morningstar." Smile still on, Lucifer holds out his ringed hand.
Jerry doesn't take it. Instead, he scoffs and rolls his eyes, "Right. First my boss goes all crazy sayin' an angel spoke to him, and now I'm talking to the Devil. Ya'll Californians are crazy."
"Well that's some new info spilled." Lucifer leans in, "An angel spoke to the Kidnapper?"
"Ain't like them government jockeys would believe it. 'Course another crazy would." Jerry crosses his arms and leans back.
"Hm, well as interested as I am that's not what I'm here for." Lucifer stands, "The Kidnapper took a friend of mine, and I want her back." Lucifer holds his hands behind him and slowly walks around the table, "I believe you're the one that attacked her, correct?"
"Everyone was attacking her, buddy. Freak of nature if ya ask me. Never seen a bitch fight like 'er."
Within a blink of an eye, Lucifer has Jerry hoisted up in the air with one hand and the other hand pushing down the pause button on the recorder. Lucifer's smile turns twisted as he watches Jerry try to squirm free.
"That's not a very nice thing to say, Jerry-boy."
"Let me down you fr-" Jerry freezes mid insult. His mouth is still open, his eyes are as wide as saucers, and he's visibly shaking.
"See something you like?" Devil Lucifer is out, red eyes and skin. His smile is still twisted.
Lucifer plops the human back on the metal chair and leans in close, "When I press play you are going to give me every location of your boss's holdings. You are going to give me names and in the future, I will find you again so you can properly apologize to dear K9 and tell us about this angel."
Lucifer stands straight, "Are we clear Jerry-boy?" Jerry is still in frozen mode. Lucifer sighs and slaps him across the face, making Jerry fall face-first on the metal table.
Lucifer pulls his head up by his hair and burns his red eyes into Jerry's soul, "I said are we clear?"
"Yesyesyesyespleasedon'thurtme." Jerry says all at once.
Lucifer returns to normal and smiles, "Wonderful." He let's go of Jerry and presses play, "I believe you have information to spill Jerry-boy?"
And spill Jerry did. He lists every location the Kidnapper holds people in California, places where the man himself could be staying, and gives names on every accomplice he knows of. Satisfied, Lucifer leaves the broken human with a smile and strides out of the room.
"So?" Chloe fast walks to her partner looking hopeful.
"You know me, Detective." Lucifer winks at her and she smiles back.
"Thank you, Mr. Morningstar," Monroe says sincerely and quickly walks in the room to grab the recorder. When he returns he tells Chloe to call her trusted co-workers to meet them at the base. Once everyone arrives Monroe leads everyone to an interrogation room. He places the recorder on the table and hits play.
Lucifer stands in a corner while everyone else writes down notes on their pads. The back of his head starts to itch and he scratches it, a bit too forcefully.
"You ok?" Chloe whispers to him.
"Hm? Oh yes." Lucifer forces his arm down and smiles at his partner. "Just an itch."
A persistent itch.
24 hours left
You sit against your bars with your back towards the door. You don't move when you hear the door open and footsteps come towards you.
"You've got 24 hours, little doe. Then you'll be back home." The Kidnapper says behind you.
"Home." You whisper out. You twist around to look at him and are surprised to actually see him. You take in his details carefully. Grabbing hold of the bars with shaking hands you push your face against the bars.
"I'm going back to Hell."
"Yes well, normally I don't regret my job, but in your case…" He sighs and walks closer to you, "Sorry doe. I'm protecting the human race by doing this. Your Father said so."
You lean away from him and stare, "You're just as crazy as he is, as I was."
He shakes his head, "No little doe, you've forgotten. Forced to forget. This is the only reason I have regret in this, but you'll remember. Eventually." He turns away and walks out the door, leaving it open as a joke.
You start to shake and hyperventilate. You crawl over to your cot and kneel, hands together.
Lucifer. You pray to him.
Please, Lucifer. I'm banking on this. I've got nothing left. I don't know how far I can get in this state. If anything you said is true, please. Please save me.
Can you hear me? Please, hear me.
3 hours left
Lucifer and Chloe have been out since early morning checking out locations. Each one had been a bust so far, and Chloe was starting to get worried. She knows time is running out.
Meanwhile, her partner was getting agitated by the hour. She thinks it's because of them having no luck. When in truth, though that definitely is a reason, the insistent itch in Lucifer's mind was not going away.
Bloody Satanists. Dad only knew why now he was having trouble calming the prayers, but he's getting sick of it. It's getting in the way of finding you and Lucifer wasn't having it any longer.
While Chloe talks on her phone to give Monroe, Dan, and the other groups another no go update, Lucifer stays further back. He shuts his eyes and lets the voices in.
Of course the usual murderous pleas and psychopathic prayers came flooding through, but Lucifer focuses his mind on the one new soul who keeps hounding him.
Lucifer.
No...that can't be right. Lucifer focuses on this voice.
Seriously, Lucifer. I'm starting to feel like a hopeless idiot in this cage.
It is! Lucifer's eyes open wide in shock and joy, but doing so shut your voice out. He quickly focuses once more and instantly hones in on your prayers. He listens intently while searching for your location.
He sees you in a cell, kneeled by an uncomfortable-looking cot. He looks around to see empty space. He looks further out, and now he's in tight hallways.
Still not enough!
He goes as far out as he can without losing your connection. He sees what looks to be a ship's haul with a rope embroidery stamp and hears water, as well as other humans getting the ship into gear.
There!
His eyes open and he runs to Chloe, "DETECTIVE! I KNOW WHERE SHE IS!"
30 minutes left
You haven't moved from your stance since you started praying to Lucifer. Your body felt stiff, but you're ready for whatever comes next.
You hear the door open and footsteps come to your cage door, "Time to get going, sweet thing."
The man opens the door, comes to your back, and lifts you up by the underarms. You slam the back of your head into the man's face and keep steady while he stumbles back. Ignoring the stars you see, you spin around and wrap your chains around the man's neck. His eyes bulge at you. One hand grabs at your neck while the other reaches into his pocket to pull out the shock remote.
He presses it and starts to smile at your pain, but you push through and tighten your chains around his throat. His face turns blue and you twist your arms to crack his neck. You fall to the ground from the constant shock and blindly grab for the remote. You click it off and smash it to pieces.
You give your body a minute to stop convulsing, then stand and shuffle out the cage and to the edge of the door. You listen from inside the room and can hear some kind of commotion coming down the right hall. You peek out of the door frame, look from side to side, and then shuffle down the right hall.
"LUCIFER!" Chloe yells at her partner as he storms out of her car and heads for the ship. "We need to wait for backup!" She yells getting out of her car.
"No time for that, Detective! The ship's ready to sail!" He yells without looking back.
Lucifer walks straight to the ship. He knocks out a couple of unsuspecting dock workers then walks onto the ship.
It's massive, but thanks to your prayers he knows just where you are.
He takes a couple of stairs down then hides in the shadows at the sound of voices. He pulls out a pocket knife and runs it across his palm.
He smiles when he doesn't bleed.
Good girl, Detective.
"Hey, freeze!"
"Who the hell are you?!"
The two men walking down the hall pull out their guns and aim it at Lucifer when he comes out.
"Here to rescue someone, chaps. Now if you'll excuse me-"
The men shoot as soon as Lucifer takes a step. He stumbles back, but smiles viciously.
"Now, why'd you have to do that?" Lucifer changes his face and the men scream. They fire relentlessly as Lucifer walks to them. Lucifer slams the men against either side of the walls and continues forward.
Eventually, he comes across a more open room that's connected to other halls. He wants to go down the hall you're in, but there are a dozen or so men holding him at gunpoint.
"You know, I expected someone like the Kidnapper to have better defensives than this. Shame, really." Devil Lucifer speaks to the crowd.
"Holy fuck-"
"It is true! Everything the boss said-"
"We can't fight the D-"
"ALL OF YOU SHUT UP AND FIRE!"
You just finished bashing your chains against your third victim when you hear the gunshots coming from up ahead.
You stumble forward. Along with your constant shaking body, pounding head, and fatigue, that last guy gave you a gut-wrenching punch and a bullet wound on your thigh. It's just a graze, but losing blood is something your body can't take right now.
By the time you get close to the opening of a new room the gunfire dies out and it's just screams. You brace yourself for a couple of seconds, then storm the best you can into the room.
You freeze. Bodies of men lay all-around a singular man standing in the center of the room. His back is towards you, but you recognize that kind of suit anywhere.
But his head...where is his hair?
"Lucifer?" You choke out.
He turns, and you come face to face with the Devil himself. His skin is charred to an awful degree. The white of his eyes are pitch black to make his blood-red eyes pop.
Lucifer smiles, "K9! I-" he starts to walk towards you, but stops at the look on your face.
"It-it's true. It's all true."