Hector Morningstar walked into the LAPD , he opened a door and ran straight into someone, he knocked some of the papers the man was holding all over the floor.

"Are you okay?" The woman asked, Warmth spread through Hector's chest. "I should be asking you that, I ran into you." Hector replied, he almost couldn't take his eyes off the woman. "

W-well I'm fine." The girl bent down and picked up some papers, Hector kneeled down and helped.

"I'm Hector Morningstar by the way."

"know. I`m Ella Lopez."They shook hands and Hector handed the papers to Ella. "Thanks." Ella stood after getting all the papers in orde

. She hesitated, but then spoke. „Aren't you... And all similar beings, uh... Immortal?"

He sighed heavily. " Well miss Lopez.."

The woman cut him off saying." You sound like your father"

" I know" He said, a small smile was on his face." I`m something like mutant and and vampire. I feed from humans, I have speed and telepathic powers. I am able to perceive the thoughts of others or project his own thoughts within a radius of approximately 250 miles. I can learn foreign languages by reading the language centers of the brain of someone adept, and alternately "teach" languages to others in the same manner. My vast psionic powers enable me to manipulate the minds of others, warp perceptions to make himself seem invisible, project mental illusions, cause loss of particular memories or total amnesia, and induce pain or temporary mental and/or physical paralysis in others. Within close range, I can manipulate almost any number of minds for such simple feats. However, can only take full possession of one other mind at a time, and must strictly be within that person's physical presence. I iam one of the few telepaths skilled enough to communicate with animals and even share their perceptions."

" Wow"

Hector blushed .

" You can read my mind dude" she said, a small smile was on his face.

Maybe!" Hector had a smile on his face as well, suddenly, Dan Espenozza, the man Hectoe hated the most in life came up from behind Ella.

"Hey Ella, I want the result of."

Dan stopped talking wjen he saw the son of his ememy stood innfront of him.

" What you want here?" Dan was hoping that he would not work with them like his father.

He met the wife of Lucifer the first time ahe walked in and how the hell did that fucker get this beautiful piece of ass? If this is Lucifer's wife then we maybe in more trouble than we thought. She looks like she would kill someone and then ask questions later.

"Oh um, no, I'm only visiting a friend of mine for help" answered Hector wanting to kill the man because he was thinking his mother naked.

Hector felt the warmth in his chest disappear, "You two are friends?" Hector asked, keeping his eyes on Ella.

"Yes, were co-workers." Ella said, her smile hadn't left her face.

"Oh, that's nice..." Hectoe's eye twitched for a small moment, he doesn't know why he's feeling so possessive all of the sudden.

Dan turned to Ella, "We should probably go. We have...A new case!" Dan pulled Ella away, Ella waved to Adrian and Hector waved back.

Hector wished to go with them but just watched them walk. Hector turned and began walking away, he had a feeling He'll meet Ella again Very soon...

Linda thought she knew what was going on in Lucifer's mind. Hours upon hours of therapy sessions had been spent trying to figure out his life and she felt like she was making progress.

She should have known however that nothing was as simple as that with the literal Devil. He was a piece of work to deal with, and the fact that he almost always completely missed the point of her advice frustrated her to no end. Still, she was more than a therapist to him but also his friend.

That's why she was more than worried when he began showing up to her sessions completely void of emotions. It was as if his body had shut down. She wasn't sure why or what it was trying to protect him from - all she knew was that she needed to get to the bottom of this.

That's why she decided to call Amenadiel despite her reluctance. She hadn't seen the angel in a long time but this was more important than her own discomfort.

"Thank you for coming, Amenadiel," she opened the door to her office and led him inside.

"Of course, Linda. What is the problem?"

"It's Lucifer..." she paused, "I'm not sure what's wrong but-"

"He's been acting strange," Amenadiel finished with a sigh as he took a seat on her couch.

"Yes! How did you know? And about Kali"

Linda looked at her friend and saw something that she would never thought see in his face. Fear.

Pure Fear was in the eyes of the angel and his hands were shaking.

Linda frowned, "Yes Kali Pendragon-Morningstar. I have to say it was a big surprise that Devil has a wife .I didn't know the Devil had a wife. It was never mentioned in the Bible."

It's not something that was written in books that you have heard of. Lucifer married Kali after the death of her father King Arthur. Maxe told you about the attacked and her death".

"Is that why he left Heaven?"

"He never directly told me but suppose it was part of his reason. He always blamed Dad for her disappearance. He was going to spend the rest of his life with her. Everyone were thought that she was dead but Kali is a powerfull witch and ahe know how to trick the death."Amenadiel shook his head as he stood up. "I need you to stay way from this woman , Linda. Kali is a very vicious magical creature"

With that he left the office, leaving Linda behind with the answer to her initial question but also with more new questions unanswered.

Lucifer rolled himself about the bed. It was colder than he expected. The recollection of the "pop" up problem of his wings preventing his usual romping seared through the beginning of his headache. 'Wait? Headache? Oh, that must mean…' Lucifer's thought was cut off as the elevator pinging.

"Lucifer, I've been trying to get in touch with you all morning. We've got a case in the shopping plaza downtown." The footfall of the detective stopped outside his open door. "Come on, Lazy bones, let's go."

A groan greeted her as Lucifer began heaving himself off the bed. The quick shuffle of the detective's feet reminded him that his lack of company had not translated into sleeping with clothing on. Regardless of her new boy toy, it brought him a small sense of satisfaction to know he still affected her.

He chuckled darkly to himself. 'Of course I still affect her. That was the whole bloody point.' The bitter thought let itself free as he quickly showered and donned his Prada suit. The detective waited by the elevator, smiling softly as she fiddled with her phone. A ting of anger hit him. While he was aware of the detective's feelings toward her new found human companion, some piece of him still wished that the parts of her life that were his would stay as such. Including any of their "case" time.

"A quick stop by Lux and we can be on our way, Detective." He called out as he poured a glass and approached her. She nodded along, typing away, as they stepped on the elevator.

In Lux proper, Maze was standing behind the bar smirking. Saturday nights had not been bring in as much money as they once had. Therefore, her newest solution was to hire new girls to dance. One of them had a pretty fancy sounding degree for dance and choreography. As a test of these implied skills, the new girl was leading a squad of dancers through piece of her own design to be performed this Saturday. If everything went well, and the money flowed, Maze offered the eager girl extra pay compared to the rest of the dancers. Assuming they keep bringing in crowds. So far, Maze was at least enjoying the show. New Girl was pretty serious, stopping the music and correcting each miss-step among the other girls.

A familiar ping drew her attention from the practicing dancers to the elevator. Out stepped an annoyed looking Lucifer and distracted Chloe in tow. Although he seemed to immediately perk up at the sight of the practicing squad. "Well, well. What's this little surprise, Maze?" He asked, refilling the glass that came downstairs with him.

"Potentially our Saturday night solution." Maze retorted, self-pride oozing from the demoness, as she turned back to watch. New Girl was teaching them the next step sequence. A declaration of "From the top" managed to drag even Chloe from her phone and back into the real world just as Lucifer let out a small "oh" as the girls restarted. Even the sweatpants and tennis shoes for practice could not undermine the combined sensuality.

"While I'm sure supervising strippers is a full time job, we do have a case to get to Lucifer." Maze rolled her eyes at her no fun roommate.

"My apologies, Detective. You seemed distracted enough for me to attempt to actually enjoy my morning." He recanted sweetly. Regardless of his implied desire to stay at Lux, his glass found its way onto the bar top as he cut a path to the front door.

With a sigh and muttering of "TGIF", Chloe smiled at Maze, shook her head, and followed him out. Maze rolled her eyes again, convinced they would stick to the top of her skull one of these damn days. "Lucifer and his weird ass hobbies." She commented to the mostly emptied space as she returned to "supervising strippers".

Dan and Ella were already on scene, discussing details of the case quietly to not be overheard by the flock of paparazzi. Once she and Lucifer crossed the police tape and closed in on the group she asked what they had so far.

"Victim is Ashley Mithers, 25. Upcoming B-movie actress, agent says she was supposed to be at a scripting pitch last night. Called in a missing person this morning when she never showed up on set. Few hours later, some poor mid-morning jogger found her." Dan explained as he motioned to the man in jogging shorts talking with a couple uniformed officers.

Lucifer's brows knitted together as he looked over the body, "Ashley? I thought she said her name was Michelle."

"Typical," Dan muttered turning to Lucifer, "Let me guess, she's graced the halls of your penthouse?"

"No, not exactly." Lucifer counter, half-nervous.

"One of those deals again." It was very much a statement and not a question as Chloe crossed her arms. A honest frown working its way across her face.

"I merely introduced her to her agent. I was giving out so many favors at the time, it's not like I had time to seduce all of them."

"How many times is this going to happen?"

Lucifer shrugged defensively, "It's not like I control what other humans do, Detective. I meet numerous humans, that alone makes me more likely to know them when they end up dead."

Chloe nodded along as Ella took her turn. "Looks like injuries from a high fall. The body shows no signs of being moved, but if you look around, not really much in the way of jumping options. I mean, she'd be more… splatty, ya know?" Ella said with a half shrug as she pointed to the nearest building, which was easily 20 stories high. In the heart of downtown L.A., that was a short building. "But based on cooling, I'd put time of death at about 7 hours ago. So 4 a.m. roughly."

"Just before sunrise, huh. Ok, is there any footage from security cameras in this area from that time frame? Why did it take so long for anyone to find her?"

"Tapes are being pulled now," Dan started as he handed Ella something out of her forensics bag, "as for witnesses, the city had this block closed off last night till about eight this morning for some road construction. Our jogger found her after that."

"Any struggle signs?" Chloe asked turning back to Ella.

"Other than what looks like bits of skin under the nails, nothing. Some lab work will tell us if the skin is hers or from an assailant."

Chloe's head bobbled along, a frustrated sigh escaping her. "On to the agent then?" Lucifer prompted, "Or shall I return to Lux and continue my sport?"

"To the agent." Chloe said with a half-hearted chuckle as she headed back towards the car.

Lucifer's retort fell short as his phone went off. "Well, well, well. My wofe is calling." And before Chloe could say another word, the whirlwind that was Lucifer had left.

" We need to talk"

They leave the church together with the rest of the congregation, shuffling their feet on the way out. The crowd at the door is trickling into the street as slowly as a sluggishly oozing cut, but the conversation around them is pleasant and lacking the telltale pressure and annoyance of a large body of people trying to leave a place all at once.

Must be all the bloody praying, Hector thinks.

"Well, that wasn't so bad, now, was it?" says a voice from somewhere near his left elbow. He glances down at the tiny Forensic Scientist; she's wearing a bright smile, and her countenance is cheery enough, but he can tell from the slight tremor in her voice that she is, in fact, somewhat nervous. As if the success of this ridiculous outing is important to her.

"A deal's a deal, my dear Miss Lopez," he says, avoiding the tricky question, "'Ask and you shall receive', as they say."

She quirks her eyebrow at him, and her lips twist into a line. She's clearly not buying what he's trying to sell.

"Fine, fine," he says, yielding; Ella smiles triumphantly, "this was surely one of my better experiences with the Roman Catholic Church."

He's not lying, of course; no, it's always the truth with him. The priest at the service tonight was talking of kindness and acceptance and loving thy neighbour, and all the rest of the poppycock that the simple-minded gobble up. Not a word of him, none of temptation and sin, or of eternal damnation. This could hardly have gone any better, actually.

They finally get to the door, and fresh air washes over his face like a balm, when he feels Ella's hand on his arm; he steps outside and pulls her out of people's way.

"You said this was one of the better experiences," she says, somewhat hesitatingly, "I was just wandering – and don't feel obliged to answer it, Dude; I mean, you're pretty touchy when it comes to the Big Guy – but, if you don't mind my asking, what was the best experience?"

"Oh well," Hector chuckles, patting Ella's fingers at the crook of his elbow affectionately, already miles down memory lane, "'tis quite a wild story…you're sure a nice, Catholic girl like yourself won't mind hearing all its sordid little details?"

Ella's eyes shine in the darkness with such mischievous fire that it impresses even Hector himself.

"Oh, man," she chuckles and shakes her head, absolutely ready for what no doubt will turn out to be a great story, "now this I gotta hear…"

Hector takes a dramatic, exaggerated breath for her benefit and wiggles his eyebrows playfully.

"Well, back in the '40s of the 14th Century, I was spending my vacation on earth in a lovely little village just outside of Florence, Italy," he begins conversationally. Out of the corner of his eye, he spies a huge grin spreading over his friend's face, "there was diluted wine aplenty, merry minstrels about, enough pliant maidens to warm my bed, and, of course, the Plague. All in all, all the best things in life," Hector winks, and Ella laughs loudly enough to disturb a young couple kissing on a bench nearby.

"Steady on, Miss Lopez," Hector smiles smugly and pulls her towards his parked vehicle, encouraging her to lean against the hood of the Corvette once they reach it, "now, where was I?"

"The Plague, and other niceties of life," Ella chuckles encouragingly, bumping his hip with her own.

"Right," he acknowledges, nodding his head, and crosses his arms," well, this little village I was frequenting was famous mostly for this small, secluded convent of about ten nuns, all relatively young and quite comely, who produced this delicious sacrificial wine in utter piousness. And what can I say, my lovely bouncy friend, I was intrigued," he winks at her and Ella shakes her head, the smile on her face ridiculously infectious, "So, one day, I decided to go to the convent and offer my services."

"Doing what?" Ella cries and pushes at his arm, "ruining their virtue?"

"Oi, don't ruin the story!" Hector cries in dismay, but then he shrugs, and his eyes take on a wicked glint, "that happened later. But as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," he frowns in her direction, and Ella rolls her eyes in good humour, "I came to offer my services. As a gardener. Now, I'll grant you, Hell doesn't grow anything, but the convent had this lovely apple orchard, and, well…" he trails away, smiling almost seductively. Ella clears her throat.

"Right," she says, her tone just a little on the breathless side," the Devil and his apples."

"Precisely," Hector agrees, winking at her, "so I told them I was a young man looking for employment, and it turns out they were in need of, well, me. I ended up staying for a few weeks, servicing the convent. The orchard bloomed, by the way."

"And so did the nuns, I bet," Ella laughs almost nervously and bumps his hip again.

"Oh, yes," he chuckles darkly, "no virgin left among the sisters, I'm afraid. The Mother Superior was a particularly wild cat, as I recall; kept me in her room for days!"

"But wait a minute, " Ella frowns and narrows her eyes at him, as if something important just dawned on her, "why does this story sound so familiar?"

Hector scoffs and shakes his head.

"I'll tell you why," he says in slight indignation, still feeling somewhat mistreated seven centuries later, "after the whole convent vacation, I ended up sharing a drink with this bloke in a tavern. Little did I know that the tale I told him in confidentiality would come out later in a book – completely wrong, by the way – and be commemorated for centuries to come! And no reference, or anything! Of course, he ended up downstairs, and I had quite the fun with him. There's a whole section for plagiarists below deck, you know."

"Wha – you're talking about the Decameron!" Ella cries out suddenly, pointing at Hector in her excitement, "Giovanni Boccaccio is the tavern guy!"

The son of Devil leans back, regarding his friend with surprise and approval.

"Look at you, Miss Lopez," he smiles gleefully, "knowing your classics."

Ella shakes her head and smirks.

"Man, you never break character, do you?"

Hector sighs in exasperation, but he does it quite halfheartedly and with some affection.

"Oh, Ella, whatever am I going to do with you?"

The air outside was warm on Kali's skin, and it made her smile in satisfaction as she stepped onto the pavement and looked around the surroundings and how the sun was slowly starting to set in the horizon. She had heard so many stories of Earth, but to experience all of it herself... it was quite exhilarating. She had seen many things, and Hell wasn't half-bad sometimes — it, too, had its beautiful places, many of which resembled Earth as most of the people were still haunted by the things they did in the world of the living — but watching the orange sky, adorned with a few fluffy clouds, and feeling the life in the city was something she couldn't quite describe. The queen was rarely impressed, but she was slowly starting to see the same allure that Lucifer once did, the same attraction that caused her husband to flee Hell and never return.

Kali didn't get very far, when she was met with a swarm of paparazzis just outside Lux, all of them buzzing on the busy streets like a beehive waiting for their queen to arrive. The thought made her grin, and with a curious look directed at the people armed with cameras, Kali stepped closer to the group that instantly reacted by turning to her simultaneously. There was so much she didn't know or understand about Earth, but she did know about these guys — she had seen quite a few back in Hell, and frankly, they resembled some of the creatures in the underworld, which only widened Kali's smirk as she approached the handful of men and women.

"You people are like savages, aren't you? Always looking for some dirty desires and filthy secrets to dig up...", the queen trailed off as she leaned closer to one of the men and let her sharp, painted nail draw patterns on his chest. "Well, here's something for you. When you see Mr. Morningstar, why don't you let him know that I will be at the loft? Allow him to figure out the rest, hm?", Kali smirked, and unable to resist the woman, the paparazzi group nodded, following her every move intently.

Their agreement made the demon giggle — it was so easy to toy with these pathetic little humans. "Lovely! Thank you ever so much for your cooperation", Kali grinned, and after blowing the man a toxic kiss, she strode off and let the paparazzi continue their swarming, with her little plan in action.