Guilty Until Proven Innocent

"Is this really nesserary?" Lucifer questioned as he shifted in his plastic chair within the interrogation room. His hands were trapped in metal bonds and his eyes weren't on the blonde lady in front of him, but rather the plastic video camera that lied in the corner of the room. "I do believe that this is all quite overkill."

At his words, the lady in front of him slammed her hands against the table and stared him dead in the eye, as if that was suppose to intimidate him.

"We got a call saying that you were dragging a minor upstairs in your nightclub." The lady spoke, her voice as serious and cold as ice. "And when we came up to investigate, we saw a scared girl and actual blood on your hands... So I'm horribly sorry for being the least bit suspicious of your actions, Mr. Morningstar."

"Ah, apology accepted, as long as you let me out free of charge." A smile for the young lady, who didn't seem to be taking the bait. "Now, come now, Detective, I already told you. The girl wanted me to stab her, she thinks that I'm the Devil and that, well, she thinks I can cut off her wings. Nothing more."

"Are you trying to plead insanity?" questioned the detective who simply crossed her arms at his statement. "Because it's certainly working."

"Nope, it's just the truth, Detective..."

"Decker. Chloe Decker. Now, you have exactly five minutes to tell me the real story."

Lucifer simply waved his hand in the general direction of the door and once again gave the woman his devilish grin. "Ask the girl for yourself, Detective... I mean, she doesn't bite."

"Right." Chloe responded before she twirled around and began to walk out of the room. However, before she could, the Devil spoke up.

"Wait a minute, Ms. Decker! I have a question for you!" Chloe let out a sigh before she spun around, her expression clear that she wasn't in the mood for games. Then, before anyone could stop him, Lucifer narrowed his eyes and spoke. "What's your deepest desire, Ms. Decker? Please, I would be absolutely... delighted to know."

"Creeps don't get to ask questions." Chloe responded, her tone sharp as she marched out of the room, leaving the Devil alone to himself. At her words, Lucifer sank back in his seat and tapped his chin.

"My oh my..." He whispered underneath his breath. "Two in one day..."

"Are you okay, sweetie?" A sweet voice questioned, dragging Lucy's eyes up to meet hers. She was beautiful with short, blonde hair and a gorgeous facial structure. "I'm Detective Decker, but you can call me Chloe... what's your name, sweetheart?"

Lucy blinked once before she spoke, her voice practically lifeless. "Lucy."

Chloe Decker tilted her head at her response before she gently coddled her for more information. "Oh, that's a beautiful name, Lucy... Though, do you have a last name to go with that?" Lucy shook her head slightly as Chloe nodded softly. "Did you... run away from home?" Lucy thought about the question for a moment before she nodded. It wasn't a lie after all. "Alright, Lucy, I won't pressure you into telling me anything until you're ready, though, it would be nice if you told me your age."

Lucy's response of a measly 'fifteen' before Decker nodded, told her that she would be right back and to stay put, before she headed off. The moment the Detective slipped past the door, however, Lucy stood up. She shouldn't be here, she couldn't be here. They would find out that she's a monster and keep her trapped in a room of iron again. Trap her until they figured out why and how and a million other questions. Trap her until she died a life she never truly lived.

She couldn't do that. Lucy couldn't do that again, and there was only one way to stop it from happening.

She needed to cut off her wings.

Before anyone else could stop her, Lucy stood up from her chair and walked over to where the investigation rooms were. A small, barely audible voice whispered through her skull, almost seducing her into following it's steps. Lucy listened, her entire soul almost in a trance as the voice guided herself into a room with a one sided mirror. The room contained a bunch of mechanisms, a slightly senile police guard, and, on the other side of the glass, Lucifer Morningstar. Without another word said, Lucy flicked the on switch for the lights, allowing the one sided mirror to turn two sided.

"Ah, my dear Lucy." Lucifer spoke the moment his eyes caught her's. Lucy blinked once and turned to the man who sat by the counter.

"You shouldn't be here-" He began when Lucy held a finger to her lips. Immediately, the man shushed, his eyes wide as Lucy took a step forward. She felt possessed in a sense, as if every move wasn't made by her but by the... the voice in her head... And it didn't help that the feeling was addictive.

"Shhh..." She whispered, her black eyes wide as she leaned forward and smiled. "Go on now, go sit in the coffee room. Please, you deserve a break, don't you?"

The man's eyes turned wide and without another word said, he nodded his head and trudged out of the room, off to go get his 'well deserved' break. The moment the man slipped out of the room, Lucy almost jumped when she heard a slow clap.

"Bravo, Lucy, bravo!" Lucifer announced, his hands miraculously out of his chains as he leaned back in his chair and shined a bright smile onto his young prodigy. "Now I see why Brother wanted you to rule Hell! You have the gift too!" I wonder how she got it, Lucifer thought as the grin grew wider on his face.

"Gift?" Lucy whispered, the haze in her mind suddenly gone as she suddenly realized what she had done, though, she didn't exactly know how she had done it. Or how it even worked. Perhaps the voice in her head was... was stronger than she had originally imagined.

"Ah, the gift of desire!" Lucifer explained. "When you ask someone for their deepest desire they will feel almost... almost obliged to tell you, if I do say so myself. Be careful, darling, that can be dangerous when used properly."

But at Lucifer's words, Lucy only shook her head rapidly, her eyes suddenly filling with tears as she let her fear-striken voice out. That girl seems as if she's always feeling so guilty, Lucifer noticed as she spoke. "I... I don't know why you're talking about." She whispered before she swiped some hair from her ear. "Please, I... I just need to know where they are. The daggers. Please."

She drummed her fingers against the table as Lucifer let out a sigh. "Mazie probably has them, though, it might've gotten confiscated by the police already. Now, can you please let me out of here? My legs are getting sore."

Lucy blinked once before she walked over to the door and tried to open it. However, when she couldn't, Lucifer let out a sigh and reached for the handle before he gave it a quick shove, making it almost immediately give in.

"There we go." he mumbled as he stepped out of his cell right as Chloe Decker walked into the room.

"Ah, there you are, Luc-" She began when she let out a shriek and pulled out her gun to trail it straight on Lucifer. "How'd you get out?"

"What can I say, Detective? I'm the Devil." he showed off his trademark smile as Lucy raised her head a little and spoke up.

"Please leave us alone, Miss." She whispered softly, her voice full of nothing. There was no power in it, no persuasion, and Lucifer certainly noticed. "Lucifer didn't harm me and... well, quite frankly, you're wasting our time."

"And yes, do take that as an insult, Detective." Lucifer continued. "I do believe that those are the most cruel words that's graced dear old' Lucy's lips since the day she was born."

"No, no, no, you!" Decker nudged the gun towards Lucifer. "Get the hell back in your cell, and you," she glared at Lucy. "go... go back to your seat!"

Lucy glanced up at Lucifer, silently asking him for his advice onto what to do. When Lucifer gave a small nod in approval, Lucy wordlessly marched back to her seat and sat down, her wings slightly twitching within her backpack. This was going to be a long day.

"A mini bottle of tequila, two curved daggers, two flat knifes, one black coat, and three extremely sharp hair pins." The police man said as he handed the two back their items. Maze immediately grabbed her weapons and put them back in their respective places as Lucifer casually took his fair share. "Oh, and this coin thin-" Before the word even left his lips, the coin landed in Lucifer's hand, a grin also placed on his mouth.

"I think we're still missing one last thing," Lucifer added in as he glanced towards the direction of Lucy, who casually sat in a waiting room chair. He pointed to her. "The girl. Lucy."

"Nope." Decker replied, a stack of paper work in her arms. She raised an eyebrow at the two as the man behind her walked away. "She's not your daughter and you're not her legal guardian, and, since we don't know who she is and she's under eighteen, she's going straight to child services... the kid's got some serious issues."

"Is adoption an option?" Lucifer questioned. "Because if so, we'd be absolutely delighted to take her in, right Mazie?" At his sugary sweet, yet horribly fake words, Maze simply rolled her eyes as Chloe gave him a look full of seriousness.

"You'd be the last person who I would choose to adopt her, you know, judging how I saw you loom over her with blood on your hands and all." She replied, not a single inch of her voice in sarcasm. "You know, frankly, I don't know how you managed to convince the entire force to let you off the hook considering the boatload of evidence against you... which seemed to miraculously disappear from the crime scene."

"I'm the Devil, I make deals." Lucifer replied simply as Chloe Decker grabbed Satan by the chin and pulled him inches from her face.

"But mark my words, Mr. Morningstar." the Detective's voice was low and full of raw and utter hatred. "You're never going to see that girl nor harm her ever again on my watch. I still think you're guilty, and no amount of... of bribery or deals, even those with the Devil himself, will do anything to change that." She let go of his chin, but her eyes still burned with spunk and anger. She truly did believe that he injured her... well, not like she was wrong or anything.

"Point taken, Detective." Lucifer replied and took a step away from her, his hands held in the air as Maze almost dragged him out of the building. "But trust me, darling, I will be seeing Lucy again... and it won't be because I want to."

Little to say, Lucifer was only too right on that one.

*Note: If you have spare time, or you're just curious, think about what just happened, but use Chloe's perspective... Yeah, he definitely sounds like a creep, doesn't he?

Ka-Blewy :)

Last Update

02-02-19