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Chapter 12
Lucifer's Pov
Tonight was still dark and warm, even when I left Amenadiel at that bar after we had our long discussion. I rushed over to the small police station where Pierce and Daniel took the young priests, Oscar and Sam in and question them in order to find where the detective is. I still remembered my argument with the detective earlier tonight, and we both ended up with broken-hearted, with the detective walking away from me after calling me a monster, and with me standing alone knowing I will probably never see her again.
Once, I arrived at the small police station I saw Daniel talking with some police officers by the corner, I gaze at the quiet doors of the interview room knowing that the last priest we caught would be in there. I have already terrorised the life out of Oscar from when Daniel and I caught him, so it was time for me to get some answers from Sam, figured Daniel had already interviewed the young priest, so it was perfect time for me to have my own interview. Without giving any notice to Daniel or other officers about I arriving in the interview room, I walked inside and saw Sam sitting by a silver table. I shut the doors closed, then secretly pulled the door handles out and threw them far on the floor.
"Who the hell are you?" Sam questioned bravely, though I felt a pitch of anxiousness in his voice after he witnessed me pulling the door handles out like picking some grass out from the ground.
"Lucifer Morningstar" I introduced myself as I walked over to his side, "And you, Sammy-boy, got some explaining to do."
Straight away, my hands gripped on the top of his shirt and swing his back against the steal wall and pinned him there. He cried, "Jesus man... What are you doing?"
"Who is the one pulling the strings, Sam?" I questioned, I felt him shivered shortly from hearing my dark voice.
"A priest! A priest, man... called Father Kinley" Sam answered quickly.
"And, where is he?" My dark voice grew louder.
"Lucifer!" I heard Daniel behind the locked doors while he and the other polices were trying to open the door, Daniel continued shouting out, "Open the door!"
"Bloody hell" I huffed to myself in annoyance as I hated when someone interrupts my own person business.
"Come on, Sam, I haven't got all night" I growled wickedly, unknowingly my eye glow hellfire red.
When Sam saw my red eyes, he quickly began to shake uncontrollably out of horror, he started crying out loud, "Oh God! Please! Please, don't hurt me! I'll tell you anything!"
"Well, go on then" I encouraged, holding up a wide, cruel smile.
Sam screamed his answer, "He works at that church!"
"But where else?" I questioned Sam harder as my hands gripped tighter on his shirt, and push my fist harder on top side of his chest. Sam could feel my wrath boiling hot behind the skin of my fingers which was sweating him more, I roared, "Where else could he be?"
"He asked for a meet-up! At an abandoned place! A museum! In Melrose Street!" He finally cried out the answered I need.
I finally let go of Sam and once he was dropped to the ground Sam crawled backgrounds away from me in the corner of the room. At the same time, Daniel managed to open the door and a few police officers arrived behind him with their hands on their sides ready to pull their guns out. I smiled black-hearted at crying Sam as I replied to Daniel, "No need to worry, Detective Douche. I got all the answers I need."
I passed through the officers and walked out of the interview room, however I don't believe Detective Douche was finished with me yet. He reached out his hand to grab my shoulder and pulled me around to face him, "Lucifer, what the hell were you thinking?"
"I was thinking of getting answers from that whimpering bastard" I answered with a cocky smile.
"Lieutenant Pierce and I had already got answers from Sam" Detective Douche replied, feeling vexed by my behaviour.
"Yes, but did you..." I was going to add more information he may not know but Detective Douche rapidly interrupted.
"Look! Lucifer, I get it. You hurt, so am I. I don't know how to react or tell Trixie, my daughter, what would happen if her mother died or something" Daniel annoyed voice quickly soften a bit, which brought my compassion for Daniel and for his poor offspring. Then Daniel continued, "I can see it's affecting you too, deeply, since you know... I just think you need to take a break from this."
"No, Daniel I..."
"Please Lucifer, this is really personal to you" Daniel cut in and advised, "I'll call you when I got something okay."
"Yes, but..."
"Go!" Daniel ordered in a louder tone.
I was prepared to argue back to Daniel but then it gave me an idea; I could find this priest, Father Kinley alone and give them a taste of special hell torture. I thought of telling Daniel that I have already ran into the detective and warn him that she's alive and alright, well not exactly alright from when I last saw her. But, it gives me time to sort things right for the detective and try to get her back to her original life. Happily, I followed his order which came as a surprise to Detective Douche but ignored it, slowly turning around and head back towards the exist. Until, something popped up to my mind that I nearly missed.
I quickly turned around and looked back at Daniel, "Daniel, where is the lieutenant?"
"He's out, said he's checking the church again in case we've missed anything" Daniel answered.
For some reason, deep down in my gut I knew that wasn't true. I knew that Daniel wasn't lying of course, but whatever Pierce was up to it wasn't as he told Daniel. Swing back around facing the doors and existed out of the building quickly, I began searching for this abandoned museum. Asked a few people in the streets if they know where it is before I finally found the place. The dark night made the empty, silent building look so gloomy which I can why it would give humans cold chills down their spines. I entered the dark building and felt fear hitting me when I first took the first step inside, but it didn't scare me back. I continued walking through the short hallways which were painted with black shadows, yet my eyes can clear see through them and could spotted some history artefacts standing around.
"Mr. Pierce!" a loud whispered echoed in the hallways, this voice belonged to a man, who may be quite old.
Truthfully, I have never heard of anyone calling Cain 'Mr. Pierce' but luckily this would lead me closer to Pierce. I found myself to enter a hallway with a many wall lights brightening a small, round room where there were wide stairs a head on the side that leads up to the next floor level where the pathways circle around on the side walls. I spotted an old man with a grey beard in a black suit, exactly like a priest, standing in the centre of the room while spinning around and looking up and down the room in confusion. Still hiding myself in the black shadows, another my body figure would be recognised close by one wall light. He turns around then gradually his eye spotted my body figure almost covered by the shadows, the old man took a few steps closer.
"Pierce?" He wondered, the thoughtlessly explained, "I know you refused to talk to me, and I understand you are upset about Chloe. But, it had to done. The prophecy cannot come true. Unfortunately, Chloe managed to escape, but I swear she just walked inside here. And..." Finally, the old man got curious, "Pierce? Why are you standing there?"
By the corner of my eye, a small box of cigarettes and a light just fortunately so happened to be on a large wooden box next to me. I picked them up, placed a cigarette in my mouth and light it up, the lighter brighten parts of my face showing the old man that he was talking to the man, or no man if that's the case.
I gently lifted my cigarette in between my index and my middle finger, and breathed out the addictive smoke, I revealed a small yet cruel grin, "Well, this is a surprise, for both of us."
I watched the old priest widen his eyes in shock and fear from the sight of me as I finally walked into the light reveal myself fully, yet he calmly hidden his fear from me. He first replied back with a relaxed tone, "You are Lucifer Morningstar, I presume."
"Correct. Father Kinley?" I pointed with my guess, but I knew I was right. I smoked my cigarette again then softly threaten, "Now if you know how I am, Father, then you know what I am capable of."
"You are here for Chloe" Father Kinley assumed.
My rage suddenly boiled in my blood veins when I heard her name, furious at the Father and his assistants who kidnaps and tormented her. "Yes. And here's something you might need to remember, Father" I picked my cigarette out of my mouth in between my fingers, I pointed in dark, warned tone of my voice, "I am not evil, I punish evil. Whenever someone innocent is hurt, I'll try to be calm. But, whenever someone I truly cared about gets hurts, then I'll try to be very, VERY, calm. Because, when I try to calm, I try not to angry."
My eye glow red as blood which I noticed shivered a cold chill down old Father's spine, happy for me to know that he understood my threat. However, Father Kinley wasn't like the other, young priest I have frighten to the very core when they saw my hellfire red eyes, because this old priest didn't seem to be shaking in terror. It confuses me like when I revealed my true monstrous to Malcom, yet he didn't seem so scared because he already been through hell. I guess Father Kinley had such faith, and I remember Pierce told me he does some demon exorcists, the old priest literally had nothing to fear, including myself as the Devil.
Once I made myself perfectly to Father Kinley that I won't be joking around now he brought the detective into this mad situation. I began questioning, "Right, Father. Questions; firstly, why did you bring the detective into this? And, what was it that you said earlier? A... prophecy?"
"Yes, you heard. Well, this isn't just an ordinary prophecy, it was written in the early times when Christian evolved" Father Kinley explained calmly, "It says, 'When the Devil walks the Earth, and find his first love. Evil shall be released.'"
I paused for a silent second before I started busting out laugher with a wide smile, "Seriously?" honestly, it sounded funny and crazy than hearing that landlady from 'The Angel of San Bernardino' case when she said that one of my angel siblings came down and rescued her from the killer.
"It amuses you?" Father Kinley looked puzzled.
"Well, I thought prophecies were meant to complex and difficult like riddles. But this one sounds really cheesy, don't you think" I answered while my laughter shortly ends.
"Whatever you feel about the prophecy, I know it is true. Because, you are the Devil" Father Kinley pointed.
My laugher finally ended as I focused back on my investigation, my asked, "Speaking of me, how did you come to know who I am?"
"Over the centuries, priests such as myself, heard of the prophecy and began researching. Soon, we found photos of you at different places at different times" Father Kinley explained, "We know the truth about you, Mr. Morningstar. We are all very concerned about the dangers you may cause towards many innocent lives."
"First of all, are you deaf?" I rudely asked, which raised the priest's grey eye brows, I continued, "I have no intention of harming anyone, unless they're guilty."
"So, Delilah was an accident then?" Father Kinley enquired.
Shame came to me as I did felt guilty for Delilah's death, because maybe if I hadn't meddled with her career, Delilah wouldn't have died. Silence was my first response until I broke it with a short answer, "I had no part in that. Never wanted Delilah to die."
"Yet, lots of people got hurt, or perhaps killed, whenever you are around, Mr. Morningstar" Father Kinley pressured my wrath to raise higher, which didn't really come to my amusement.
"Oh, yes, go ahead. Blame all the bad things in the world on me. That's one of the best things most humans like you are good at" I narrowed my eyes in hatred, simple despise how humans dare to position me as the responsible one for their sins for over centuries.
Then, Father Kinley "But, a few occasions happened because of your presences. Which is why Chloe..."
He quickly stopped, but that didn't stop my curious about what was his interest about the detective and why she is part of this. Until, I remember what the prophecy said, and how it links to the detective. I figured out the puzzle, "You kidnapped the detective because of this prophecy?"
The priest took a deep breathe before trying to explain himself, "Chloe is a good person with a good heart."
"Finally, something we can agree on" I commented.
"But when I first meet her, and told her the truth..." Father Kinley started.
"You mean showed her images of horrific paintings of me" I corrected as I raised an eyebrow.
Father Kinley continued, "Yes, it deeply shook her to her very core. She's the reason that I'm here. And I am here to help her."
"Funny you said that, actually. I ran into her a while ago, and you definitely helped her to be afraid of me" I added, feeling my heart ached once more for remembering the detective all heart-broken and said she wished not to see me ever again and how she called me a monster.
"Well you can't blame her or anyone who works along sided with the Devil for years, without even knowing" Father Kinley bravely argued.
"No, I can't. I don't blame her" I agreed with a slight twist in the dark tone of my voice, "But, I do blame you for forcing her to face the truth, the truth that I should showed her."
"I understand Mr. Morningstar, but it had to done to..."
"To stop the prophecy, I get it" I finished his sentence, "And to think, you actually allowed the world's first murder to help you with this."
"Pierce was a broken man, a cursed man in fact. Of course, I dismissed him at first" Father Kinley looked shameful at first about accepting Pierce into his plans even though it may be against God's will. Yet, he put his faith in stopping the prophecy first above all else, "But, Pierce came in handy. However, he somehow stopped, which made me realised that God had forgiven him and lifted his curse."
That still puzzles me about how Pierce lifted his curse, I knew somehow it was definitely not the detective's love for him that broke it, perhaps it was my father's cruel trick to mess with our minds. Either way, I wasn't here to discuss about why Pierce would help Father Kinley, because I already knew the answer. I was here to understand the detective's part in this whole crazy situation Father Kinley had force her into.
I wondered, "So, you kidnapped the detective. Proved to her that I am the Devil. Then what was your plan afterwards?"
Father Kinley began interpreting, "Well, when Pierce first revealed to me that Chloe was the woman who made you bleed..."
"Oh..." I howled in realisation, after sucking in more smoke down my throat my cigarette I explained it myself, "You wanted to use her to get to me."
"Not exactly. There is a vial which holds some poison which can kill an ordinary man" Father Kinley explained his plan.
"And you all get paid to do this? I'm genuinely asking" I sarcastically wondered.
"Once, you drank it, you would be unconscious or dead, we would perform a ceremony which would hold you down to hell for all eternity" the priest added a dreadful ending to his plan.
"You're a very incorrigible human, aren't you Father?" I remarked his passion for stopping this prophecy, even it means death.
"Do you honestly think that I would travel thousands of miles, tell people these outlandish tales, if I didn't take them seriously?" Father Kinley tried to argue back to me.
"Yes! Truthfully, from my point of view" my answered sounded sarcastic but true, "And, from a humans' point of view who that person may have actually have a conscience."
Then I figured it was the best time for my mojo to come in use, I took a step closer to Father Kinley and my eyes gazed into his old eyes and uncovered my wicked grin again, "But, what do you get out this, Father? Tell me, what do you desire from all of this?"
Father Kinley's face dropped into senselessness with his mouth widely open, yet he had no words to say. I focus my gaze to look deeper into his pity soul, forcing Father Kinley to finally reveal his confession, "I... I... I want to get ride of you in the name of God."
"For what? To prove that you can defeat the big, bad Lucifer?" I widen my grin as I hypnotised the priest harder so he can reveal more of the truth that he's hiding.
"No, to prove The Vatican that I am not insane" Father Kinley finally answered, he shook his head like he was just woken up from a dizzy dream and blinking his eyes many times to bring himself back down on Earth.
"Oh... I see... Killing me would mean bring you fame. I've heard of how this circle works round, I mean in police cases of course" thanks to the knowledge I've learnt from some of cases in the past years and from the damed souls I've tortured in hell.
"The Vatican doesn't believe me" Father Kinley added in a sad, regretful tone.
I understand now of how Father Kinley's plan would have worked out in the end, "And, you would have left the detective to do the dirty work at the end by killing me."
"Well, at this level of depression form your cruel lies, who wouldn't want to kill the Devil" Father Kinley quarreled with a small, soft smile.
However, it was completely the opposite for me, so sudden for Father Kinley as my hand gripped around his throat and slammed him hard against the metal column. Father Kinley open his mouth wide in shock as he gasped for air. My eyes glow bright red with wrath as I growled viciously, "The detective will never do that! Because you almost broke her, and I mean 'almost,' because she will recover soon and you will never hurt to her again."
Suddenly, two loud gunshot echoed through the building from the top to bottom where I was standing. My head looked upwards with a straight face with no sense of fear, with my eyes, only curiosity came to mind when I wondered where those gunshots were from. Although, Father Kinley began laughing shortly right in front of my face, he snarled, "Well, Mr. Morningstar, the end is near."
Then it hit me, I remembered Father Kinley what he said before he revealed who I was earlier, he thought he saw the detective coming in here. Realising now I shouldn't be anger at the priest at this moment, I should be panicking to learn that those gunshots could come from the detective herself or maybe at her. I quickly let go of my grip around Father Kinley's throat while my eyes continued staring upwards, wondering what is happening if the detective is up there. I rushed up the white stairs onto the next floor level then my ears caught some loud shouting from above. There was a small stairs case on the side used for emergencies, my legs dash up the stair while continually gazing upwards.
The first welcome when I reached up to the second floor was quietness until I popped himself visually on the pathway with three men with guns in their hands. They all circled around and faced me with shocking looks, on the-other-hand I held a cocky grin again, "Hello bad-guys! You mind telling me where's your alpha?"
Within a second, the humans raised their gun and aimed carefully at me, I sign about how this will end; they will shoot me with their mortal bullets and I will have to get some new suits. When I began walking up to them in a fast pace, one of the gunmen shoot me in the arm, it flew fiery through my clothing and it easily bounced right off from my tough skin. I was really gladded about that because the detective could be near in a few floors higher and luckily enough she far off for me to be invulnerable. The three men all started shooting in at any parts of my body; my arms, my legs, my chest, my face, yet nothing seem to be working for me. I got close to the one in the middle, pulled his arm forward by my left hand and formed my right hand into a hard fist to punched into his face. He tumbled backwards then the other two jumped in for a fight. After a few misses from them and strong hits at their throats and faces, I even knocked one over the black, metal bar barriers.
After the three were knocked out, a shifted sound ringed to my ears as I looked ahead across the circle room and noticed a dusted, hidden elevator was being at used as bright number above the door lines were rising. Quickly realising that Father Kinley was taking a lift in the elevator going upwards. I sprinted fast the elevator, thinking of slamming the doors open to stop the elevator to keep on going. But I was too, the elevator has already gone pass. My eyes watch the numbers above change after one second. Remembering the size of the building before I went inside, probably goes up to thirty floors, better than running up the stair back at Lux.
I walked back towards the small stairs case as I advised to myself, "Next time, checked if there's an elevator."
Chloe's Pov
After Pierce and his friend disappeared out of the building, I waited a few seconds after to check if they are finally gone until I heard the door slammed at the back of the building. I walked out from my hiding spot and looked around for an elevator or some stairs, thanking there was a small staircase by the corner of the room. Pushing the stiff door open and looked upwards how dark the staircase was even when there a tiny wall light on each floor covered with dusty spiders' webs. I found a few floors with a lots of guns with their bullets, knives, and grenades, but I planned to started at the top and work my way down to the bottom. I continued travelling upwards, but every floor I walked pass I could hear the sound of my scared heart beating louder inside of my ears. Aching my mind as I questioned myself whether or not this is the right thing to do this moment.
Finally, I've reached to the thirtieth floor and I entered into an open spaced room similar to the ground floor, with a wide stairs leading up to the next floor. The room was covered all of the large, wooden boxes and the historian figures sided around in a circle. I soon spotted some big and small black gun lying on some wooden boxes. There were a pile of bullets neatly resting on the surface cool surface of another wooden box, I knew if I get rid of the bullets the Pierce and his men won't have anything to load their guns with. Thought of protection, I armed myself by taking one of the smaller guns and loaded it quickly with bullets.
Afterwards, I pulled a black bag and plunged all the bullets I could see in it and camouflaged it with the other black bags hanging around the corner by a stone column. Next, I carefully picked up the small grenades and rapidly hidden them inside any of the wooden boxes that would easy open. There were still some large guns laying around over the wooden boxes, picking them up with my hand on the outside of the black bin so hopefully maybe Pierce and his men's fingerprints will be on them. Instead of leaving them along with the other black bag filled with bullets in case it may look suspicious, I swiftly lifted the heavy bags up and down through a garbage shoot.
After I dropped a few more black bags, I grabbed my gun and rushed down to the next floor where it has more weapons. Suddenly, voices echoed through the staircase, my entire body froze as I heard Pierce's dark voice rising louder to shiver the bones behind my pale skin. I heard their footsteps getting louder meaning they were getting closer. Fortunately, I had enough will power to move my own feet, my fast feet tiptoeing quietly back up to the thirtieth floor, rushed over to a familiar hiding I had down on the ground floor. Hiding behind a standing, large, wooden box, my eyes crept around the sharp edge, waiting for Pierce and his men to enter.
"Amenadiel is coming quicker than I thought" Pierce voice sounded cleared as he was the first one to enter the room.
"Maybe he is closer than we've expected" his right-man, John, suggested.
"Good" Pierce cruelty grinned which blew me a cold shiver down my spine.
"Make sure the other's get their..." Pierce instantly paused his last in his mouth as his dark eyes darted at the emptiness in this room, as their weapons that I got rid of suddenly disappeared.
I watched Pierce's face harden into shock then transformed fast into madness as he strongly gripped John's shirt and pulled his forward. Pierce growled, "Where the hell are they?!"
"I... I... I don't know... They were right here. I swear!" John cried for his life as he witnessed Pierce's wrath earlier before.
"Maybe someone could have been here?" John questioned, "Maybe that priest?"
Slowly, Pierce releases his friend while his eyes started scanning the whole view of the room, focusing pass on ever sharp corner, every hidden shadow, every little part that sticks out from the wooden boxes and the historian figures. I felt his gaze traveling passing the standing box I was hiding behind, as I silently straighten my head upon the cold, wooden surface.
I wished deeply he didn't except something suspicious, but I was wrong when Pierce broke the silence "Someone's here."
"How do you know?" John wondered.
"They got rid of most of the weapons here. And, I'm guessing, they started this floor and worked their way to the bottom" Pierce answered correctly, I closed my eyes forgetting how damn smart he is.
"We still got plenty down below" John reminded.
Paused for a second which scared me because I don't know what he's thinking in that secret, murderous mind of his. Until he spoke, "Let's get ready for Amenadiel."
My heart skipped a beat when Pierce said that, I felt my gut painfully twisted as I thought of Amenadiel meeting his death if I let Pierce or his friend go friendly.
I quickly remembered that Amenadiel is an angel, since he's Lucifers' brother, and angels can't get hurt, I think. Yet again, I remembered Lucifer getting hurt a few times during our partnership, so it could be possible that Amenadiel can be killed. I could feel my beating heart creating a fast vibration through my ribs, which lead a great shiver through my arms as I noticed my hands slightly shaking when I raised my gun. I never wanted any of this, never wanted anyone to hurt or killed, as a cop it's my job to help people, even to keep Pierce and his men away from Amenadiel.
I sucked in one last gulp of air and bravely took my first step out of the warm shadows and into the cold light, visible for Pierce to see me, then I loudly shouted, "Hands up and don't move!"
I watched the unexpected shocks painted on Pierce's face as he locked his eyes on me, but he grew a small, happy smile as he wanted to walk over, "Chloe…"
"Hands up, Cain!" I yelled again and this time Pierce felt my anger when I said his real name.
Pierce and his friend both raised their hands as high as their heads were, while Pierce asked with a compassionate tone, "Are you okay?"
"What the hell do you think?" I rapidly replied back.
"I know you're hurt" he tried to walk again forwards me.
My version of Cain from the historical bible, the world's first murder from killing his own brother, I didn't see the greatness and the kindness in Pierce I like before, I only saw the worst of the humanity within him. I felt that kind of fear in the bar when I thought of Lucifer, the Devil, a monster, the embodiment of evil. And, that fear took control of my hands and focused me to give two warning shot at the stone walls near them. Keeping Pierce and his friend back away from me with their hands, knowing that I wasn't afraid of shooting anyone.
"Stay back!" I roared as I tried to steady the gun in my hands.
"Alright. Alright. I'm sorry" Pierce calming breathed, revealing the palm of his hands to show his innocence, "Chloe, whatever you have been through. I'm so sorry it has happened."
"You planned it?" I asked.
"No! No, I would never wanted you to go through that" He quickly answered, "Never wanted you to be hurt."
"No, you breaking up with me and left me, then the set-up proposal, that all hurts. But, you lying to me, this whole time, and this whole kidnapping situation, that broke me" I released the first tears to fall from my tired eyes.
"Chloe, I wanted to tell you the truth. That's why I broke up with you because I live forever" Pierce explained clearly, "I don't age, I don't die, I didn't want you to suffer through that."
"Then, about the proposal?" I questioned.
Pierce answered, "That was when my curse was lifted."
"How?" I questioned.
"Because of you, Chloe" Pierce uncovered his small smile again, "You make me bleed. You make me…"
"Vulnerable" I ended his sentence. Pierce said the exact same thing as what Father Kinley told me about myself making Lucifer bleed.
"And, that's why I proposed, because then I grew old and die" Pierce widen his smile as if he could imagine our whole future if we spend our lives together.
I understood Pierces' reasons, and I could also see his idea of our future, but then my mind draw me back to something else I need to understand. "Then, what about Amenadiel? Why does he have to do with it?" Pierce's eyes widen slightly when I asked him, "That Amenadiel has what you want? What is that?"
He responded quietly until he finally answered, "Nothing."
"Don't lie!" I warned by getting their attention to the fact that was holding a gun.
"I decided get back my curse. Now, I wanted to live forever" Pierce revealed.
I huffed deeply in shock, the man I'm talking to now is someone else who doesn't justice and rightness, unless it's to himself. I snarled, "I don't know why or how. But if you think I'm going to let you kill anyone…"
A bing sound ringed within the room, when Father Kinley magical appear out of nowhere when he walked right of an elevator. How stupid can I be when there was an elevator right front of me when I should have used it. He peacefully entered in the room with his fingers tucked in together in front of him, the priest first looked at Pierce and his friend then he set his gaze upon me. Father Kinley seem pleased, I mostly it believed because he found me and I was still around for him to manipulate.
Father Kinley grew a blissful smile, "Chloe, I'm so happy that you're…"
"You, stay the hell where you are now!" I ordered aggressively, pointing my gun directly at him.
The priest slowly raised his hands, he annoyingly continued, "I just happy you are okay."
"Even from before, from what you put me through" I argued.
"I know it has been stressful, but we needed you to see the truth behind Lucifer" Father Kinley repeatedly explains his reason.
"You wanted me to kill him" I exposed the true purpose behind his plans.
"To save millions of lives" Father Kinley added.
"And if that didn't work?" I questioned.
Father Kinley repeated himself, "It will work."
"But, what about plan B? To kill me?" I questioned harder, wanting Father Kinley to reveal his true nature, the true occasion for my part in his plan.
"What?" Father Kinley looked confused, even Pierce and his friend had the same face.
"To stop that… prophecy… you need either me or Lucifer dead" I corrected, thinking it would rewind his memory.
"What?" rage began to glow on Pierce's puzzled face, as he spines slightly to face Father Kinley, "This is what it's all about?"
"We had no choice, Pierce. You dodged yourself out of the plan" Father Kinley pointed.
"Yes, because I didn't want anyone to hurt. I had a change of heart!" argued, Pierce shouted in rage.
"So, you were part of this?" I asked directly to Pierce.
"Not, exactly" Pierce answered.
"Then, what exactly?" my tone of voice changes lower, I interrogated my question deeper to know the truth.
Pierce paused silently as he huffed in disapproval for himself, until he finally answered, "I helped with the priest. That if I found a way to die, because of you, then I will help to find a way to get Lucifer back to hell."
His answer welcomed silence to fall upon me, I shook my head like I was trying to wake myself up from a horrible nightmare. I couldn't help but allow my pain to focus my voice to scream, "You're mad. You're all bloody mad!"
"The prophecy is true. We have to react what needed to be done" Father Kinley complained.
"Even if it's true, what made you so sure that I'm Lucifer's first love?" that question left me wondered the whole night, yet I kept it to the side as I filled with other stuff in my head.
Father Kinley pointed, "Because you can make the devil vulnerable"
"That doesn't mean anything!" I disagreed.
"It proves that you are, in fact, the Devil's first love" Father Kinley stated directly at me, "You loved him."
"Yes! Alright! I loved him!" I cried out loud, I couldn't hold it in any longer. Decided at the last moment of truth to release my deep feelings, "But who said he loved me!"
Everything went silent, including me, realising I have tried to ignore my feelings about Lucifer for nearly two years. Since our first kiss on that beach, before I almost died from poison, how we were becoming closer. But, then he got married and described our relationship as just being 'friends' it broke me, emotionally, and the worst thing Lucifer never even noticed it. Afterwards, I decided to leave it aside and just ended with Lucifer as a friend. Although, when Pierce came to my life, Lucifer gets vexed and wants to distance me from him. Lucifer has left me with sure wounds form the past, now he was pouring large amount of salt on them like he was trying to mark the torturing pain within me forever.
"When we first met, he only sees me as someone to get in bed with. And yes, we had our moments, but then he runs away and got married, only to ruin those moments like they were completely nothing, even from the start" I wept more tears while I released my feelings as reasons for my argument. I still continued, even though my sure voice ached in my throat, "Maybe you're right, maybe the Devil does lie, and makes up a whole act for himself. I know, now I can see it. He treats everything like a theatre, he's the main star, and I'm the pretty show girl."
"He doesn't even look at me that way. The way you would probably someone in one, no I am just his close, or was. He couldn't even say the right thing without showing a bit interest in himself" my mind versioned back at that terrible night, when Lucifer filled his penthouse with candles so beautifully, yet he only did it to show-up Pierce. That feeling of being used, that feeling of being represented as a trophy, it was coming back to me again.
"Lucifer would rather hang around with thousands of beautiful models than with me. Because believe me when I say it, I'm meaningless to him" I admitted, because I've seen the way Lucifer looks at pretty woman and how he likes to take them in bed, and sometimes he gives me that same gaze. For once, I thought our relationships could be taken seriously, instead Lucifer left me alone and he threw our moment away without warning me.
Unknowingly to me, two more of Pierce's men were creeping up in the black shadows from behind, sliding pass some wooden boxes. One holding a knife and planned on to use the bottom, round, rough side of the knife to bang hard on the back of my head. Soon, I noticed them when I heard from behind of a man screaming in pain. Once, I turned around a great shock wave hit my face when I saw who caused the man to cry, it was non-other than the devil himself.
Taking a few steps back while I watched Lucifer gripped tightly around the man's wrist, I could imagine that Lucifer as the devil breaking that man's wrist in a second. But he didn't, simply forcing the man to drop the knife and Lucifer continued squeezing his wrist painfully. Then, the second man tried to attack with a gun, but Lucifer easily dodged and quickly pushed the gun out of his way. The trigger on the gun was stilled pulled firing a bullet in thin, which scared me to the corner and so did, Pierce and Father Kinley. I noticed Pierce's righthand man, John, escaped the room as he rushed into the stairs in fear. I looked back at Lucifer and watched how he picked the guy, flipped him backwards and crashed into a wooden box. The same man with the knife held it up and managed to cut through Lucifer's suit, pushing Lucifer to walk in the centre of the room acting defenceless, however Lucifer managed picked him up and toss him over to be hit hard against some historian statues.
Once he finished, I slipped out from the corner and Lucifer finally turned around locked his eyes on me. I still held my gun now aiming at him. There were no words that came out from his mouth at that moment, only silence while Lucifer slowly raised his hands. When my wet eyes gazing into his dark brown eyes I saw the feelings of hurt and crushed. I guessed that maybe he was broken from our last talk on the beach earlier tonight. Then, I figured how he managed to get inside the room in the first place, he must have used the staircase like I did before and banged me with a question.
"Did he heard everything I said?" I wondered in my head, even though the pain in his eyes was showing me the answer.
Pierce managed to get up and was standing in between Lucifer from behind and the wide stairs in the room. His voice caught my attention and made me shift my gaze off from Lucifer for a moment, "Chloe, stay away from him!"
"What? Why?" I questioned, pacing my time on staring at both Lucifer then Pierce.
"Because, he is very dangerous" Pierce alarmed.
"Said the man who was working with these psychotic priests" Lucifer turned huis head and argued back.
"Chloe, listen to me. Shoot him then get yourself out of here" Pierce instructed.
"You want to kill him?" I stare over Lucifer's should at Pierce
"Yes, because if he lives, he will never stop hunting me, now he knows what I'm capable of. And you wouldn't want to spend the rest of your life looking over your shoulder for the devil. Especially me" Pierce explained, "But that won't happen, if you shoot him."
Finally, Lucifer faced me and talked in a soft tone, "Detective, I know you don't trust me. But if you let Pierce go, he will do more harm. I know, I've seen that kind of nature in humans before.
Lucifer turned his head around again to look back at Pierce and I could see his rage for Pierce by the corner of his brown eyes. Pierce was still in confidence, but Lucifer and I knew there was fear shivering coldly down Pierce's spine.
Pierce ordered again, "Chloe, shoot him!"
"Leave, the detective out of this!" Lucifer growled.
"Or I'll…" I saw Pierce was about to reached for his gun on the side of his waist.
"No!" I yelled, aiming my gun at Pierce warning to move his hands back up in the air again, "Shut up! Everyone, just shut up!"
I was on balance scale of trust between the devil and the first's world murder, one I know is trustful to their word. I moved my eyes back to Lucifer, and I question shortly because I wanted to see what's true about him.
"If I pulled the trigger and shoot you in the chest. It will kill you" my eyes were locked onto his, waiting to see any twitches if he's thinking of a lie or any hesitation.
"Yes" Lucifer calmly answered, his voice didn't sounded so afraid.
"Because, I make you vulnerable?" I wanted to see if he knew about this.
"Well, whenever you are close to me. But, yes that's true" Lucifer explained clearly, now I see how it works.
"But, you jumped in front of two men with a gun and a knife" I reminded ourselves.
"I know" Lucifer answered as though it never deeply bothered him, he continued "But, I would happily do it again, and again, and again. Until, you are safe."
"You're not lying?" I asked quietly.
"Never. But, if you do not feel safe now, detective" Lucifer slowly widened his arms out in a similar position to Jesus on the Cross, "Then, you are welcome to shot me."
My mouth went completely dry, I was speechless before I managed to speak juts one word, "Why?"
"Because, detective I rather die knowing you are safe. Than to stay alive while you are still living in fear of me" Lucifer honest words like would sharp blades cutting slowly through my aching heart.
My heart stopped beating and my entire body was frozen still by Lucifer's words as they were judgementally blurring my thoughts and opinions about him. I parted my mouth slightly as I gasped quietly. My instincts gradually made me moved my gum target directly at Lucifer's chest, but Lucifer was standing still. "How could he willing allow me to kill him like? Or, is it just an act" my mind was going wild with confusion. One side is advising me that I should shoot for my own safety, on the-other-hand I didn't want to. No matter in what situation, by whom tells me so, Lucifer would never lie to me. My mind was like the wavy sea, water crushing and spinning around with each other with all the mixed feelings and the knowledge I have, making me so unsure what's right and wrong, or what's real and an act. Now, calmly my head was steady as I could somehow see the light of truth, my version is slowly becoming clearer of what the reality I'm living in now. I kept my eye gazing at Lucifer's eyes, scanning to see any small movement that might lead him to be buffing, yet I somehow doubt that. I didn't have any reasons to explain why, but deep down, I suddenly felt true to his words.
I wasn't fully in trace as I spotted Pierce reaching down to the side of his waist and pulled out for his gun. Before he had the chance to aim his gun at Lucifer's back, I slide my gun slightly to the right and fired. The bullet hit into Pierce's left arm which drown him backwards top fall down on the bottom of the wide stairs. Lucifer felt the bullet flying fast passed, just by an inch close to his should, yet he was standing still for the shot. He only moved when turned around to see Pierce on the ground by my shoot.
Lucifer faced back to me with a surprised look on his face, "He didn't shoot me."
"No" I shortly answered.
I could sense Lucifer's puzzlement, but he didn't seem to care at the moment. A small, friendly smile grew on his face, happy to know that I wasn't completely broken. I was still finding hard to accept Lucifer to be the true devil, but I couldn't help to let go of a tiny small to be revealed on my face. Because, I couldn't the monster now, I saw my partner, my friend, the complex yet great man who standing still waiting for me to kill him, just so it would have made me feel safer.
A clicked sound caught to our ears, but I was the first one to see. I injured Pierces' left arm, but he managed to grab his gun by his right hand and quickly targeted it at Lucifer. Without thinking about how I should professionally react, I ran up and dodged to get in front of Lucifer. Pierce pulled the trigger and I felt the bullet fired in my right shoulder. The cold bullet channeled painfully through my blood veins like a virus. I cried from the pain as it shocked me backwards.
"Detective!" Lucifer thankfully caught me.
The shock weakened my legs making me lose the balance to stand, dropping down to the ground but Lucifer was gently holding on me. I was on my knees and my left hand was trying to cover the bullet hole in my shoulder to stop some blood from flooding out. Lucifer was on his knees as he softly pulled my head to the side resting on his chest right underneath his chin. His right hand holding on the other side of my head. I heard his kind voice whisper, "Everything's is going to be okay detective. I promise."
I squeezed my eyes shot and swallowing down the pain my bloody shoulder. I could feel Lucifer's chest going in and out as he was breathing fast, rolling my eyes up noticing Lucifer stared at Pierce in rage. Suddenly, more of Pierces' men came rushing in the room while carrying large guns, Pierce yelled his orders, "Kill him. Kill him!"
I paused the air in my lungs as the men all swing their gun over to target at Lucifer and I. Squeezed my eyes in fear because I was afraid of death when it was coming directly at you in a second. "No!" Lucifer roared loud and long from the top of his lungs, and I screamed in fear for both of deaths. Until, even with my eyes shut I sensed the lighting were quickly darken, I quickly opened and saw a pair of unexpected, huge, white wings flying over our heads. I gasped quietly at the sight of them, so big and looked so beautiful. I remembered Lucifer telling me about his wings returning, maybe he is the devil but now he is an angel.
Meanwhile, the gunfire began hitting hard on the outside of Lucifer's wing, Lucifer kept my close as he softly pressured my head towards his chest. At first, I thought he was pulling me closer to keep me safe, and it was true, but the I figured he needed to do something but the fiery bullet outside were blasting pain in his wings. Without looking I felt his large gulps that Lucifer forcefully swallowed, but as more gunshots were fired Lucifer couldn't hold it in anymore. His right hand on my head quickly slide over to cover my ear to stop me from hearing his loud cries, however my ears caught hear his suffer which cracked my heart.
Suddenly the gunfire were slowing down which surprises us, Lucifer's hand drifted off from my ear making it as clear for as it was for him to hear the screams from Pierce's men echoed wildly within the room. Lucifer slowly parted his wings for us to have glance through the gap line, only to see Maze was there fighting off against Pierce's men.
"Lucifer! Pull your ass together and help me!" Maze yelled during her fight.
Lucifer quickly slipped his left arm underneath my weaken knees and his right arm underneath my back. Flipped his white wings out wide and before I knew it Lucifer flew off from the ground and headed to the upper floor. Once he landed, Lucifer mildly lowered me down where my back can lean back on a metal column as I tried to keep my hand to cover over my bullet shot on my shoulder.
"Detective, you alright?" Lucifer scanned up and down my body to check if I have any more injuries.
"I'm okay" I answered breathless from the pain in my shoulder and from the whole shocking experience with the gunfire and his wings. My eyes moved up and saw small parts of his white wings were covered in red blood and noticed some small white and bloody feather laying on the floor, "Oh my god, lucifer your wings."
"They're fine, detective" I replied with a small smile, "What matter is that you're safe."
Lucifer took a peak down to see how Maze is doing before he turns back around and faced me, "I need to help Maze."
"But, what about your…" I tried speak, wanting to reason with Lucifer to think before dropping down to fight even with your wings are wounded and bloody. But the pain in my weaken body broke my words and made them fall back down through my throat.
"I'll be fine, Detective, I'm the devil remember" Lucifer cheerful grin.
Lucifer could see the pain from my shoulder was enfeebling my body, especially since I was trying to hold back a flood of blood from pouring out from the shot wound. Within a second, Lucifer stood up and quickly folded his wings back behind his shoulders as they magically vanished before my eyes. He scanned around the small area trying to see if there was anything that may help me, until he spotted some big, spare piece of clothing used to cover a historical stone head. Lucifer ripped the side of the clothing in a short, long piece, wrapped it over my shoulder and underneath my armpit. I shut my eyes and my mouth tightly, biting my bottom lip from screaming the touring pain when Lucifer tightens the clothing around my shoulder. I didn't need to look at Lucifer to know that he didn't want to see me like this as he wasn't wrapping the clothing as tight as it use. Truthfully, I wanted to pain to come now and fast instead of later and be slower. Finally, Lucifer pulled it as tight as it could get then secured it with a tight knotted.
"You need to stay here, detective. Where you could be safe" Lucifer breathed, I sensed him panicking form the sound of his kind, anxious voice. Before, I could try to talk again, Lucifer took off straight away left out of my sight, leaving me alone as I gradually controlled my struggles from the pain.
This is probably the longest chapter I have even written, not just in this story but from all of my stories. So, this links to two episodes from the Lucifer series:
(Spoilers if you haven't seen season 4) One, from season 4 episode 3, where Lucifer and Father Kinley were talking together. One thing that got me wondering was why the hell didn't Lucifer used his mojo on the priest? So, I tried to imagine a reason for Father Kinley's purpose for the prophecy.
Two, the ending is linked to season 3 episode 24, this one I probably one of my favorites. But hold your horses, because of the rest of the fight is on its way…
Also, hell yeah, I wanted Maze to be part this fight!