Hot Chocolate With the Devil

Lucifer had brought Lucy back to his flat.

The car ride back was a little awkward. They had left the people left stranded on the street. Well, technically their car still worked, so they weren't exactly 'stranded', but neither of the survivors seemed to be in the mood to drive any time soon.

After Chloe had told Lucifer that she essentially had no idea what to do, Lucifer went out to search for her himself. After all, he always felt like he had pretty good detective skills, and besides, plenty of people owed him favours that he could cash in on. He was given a tip about a gang of what almost seemed like priests bringing someone into a car, so that's where Lucifer headed off to first while Chloe was still attempting to alert the rest of her force about what was happening. By the time Chloe had managed to convince everyone that this was serious, Lucy was sitting in Lucifer's car, drinking a stale Coca-Cola that sat in his car, her eyes almost emotionless.

By the time they entered his flat, the two didn't say a single word about what had happened. Instead, Lucy spent her time curled up on his couch, her fingers touching the faint blood stains that lay from when Lucifer tried to cut out her wings. Her backpack was long gone, along with her measly ten dollars that was in it, so it felt like this was where she was going to be staying until she could develop a better plan.

Her wings were out in the open in the apartment, it's feathers casually extending and collasping upon itself at Lucy's will as she continued to prode at the blood on the couch. It looked like whoever cleaned it tried pretty hard to get rid of it, but some still lingered. It always did.

"A new couch is coming next week." Maze stated as she threw a poorly made sandwich onto Lucy's lap. At the sight of food, Lucy's stomach curled before she glanced back up at Maze. "You look like you're starving. Eat something kid."

Without any words said, Lucy timidly grabbed a piece of lettuce and nibbled at it as Maze casually sat on the opposing couch, her eyes following the girl's every movement. "You don't look like the evil type."

Lucy blinked once at her words and casually put the sandwich back on the table, not feeling hungry at all despite her growling stomach. "I mean, I'm just saying, I'm not getting the vibe, and I'm a Demon."

At her words, Lucy flinched and chewed at her bottom lip. She uncomfortably grabbed at the fabric of the couch, her wings folding behind her back as Maze continued to talk, not at all uncomfortable about the situation. "So, how's your day going?"

"You already know the answer, Mazie." Lucifer stated as he walked in, shirtless. He had taken a long shower the moment he had gotten home, seeming to want to erase the events of the evening from his mind. It didn't seem to work. He casually strolled into the kitchen and pulled out hot chocolate mix. "Kids like hot chocolate, right? That's something they do."

"I don't like hot chocolate." Lucy whispered softly as Lucifer glanced back up at her.

"Well, too late now." he replied as he began to boil some water when Lucy caught sight of his back and the two large scars that stood on it. His wings.

Once the water boiled, Lucifer plopped some hot chocolate mix into it and stirred it carefully before handing the drink to Lucy, who placed it on the table with the sandwich before Lucifer put on a shirt and sat on the couch, his hand collasped upon eachother as he began to speak.

"On a rate of one to ten, Lucy, how scared are you?"

Lucy's eyes flickered back to Lucifer, a flicker of another emotion flashing through them. "I'm always scared."

"No, not like the general fear." Lucifer almost rolled his eyes. "Fear of... of me."

At his words, Lucy forehead creased as confusion took over her features. "Why would I be scared of you?"

Lucifer almost face palmed himself as he answered, his words slow as if that would help her understand what he was saying. "...Because you saw my true form and despite my devilishly handsome looks right now, that other one was not very pretty."

At his words, Lucy simply shrugged, her fingers grasping the spoon in the drink before stirring it. "I guess it's just because I got used to it."

"What? I showed you that side of me before?" Lucifer questioned as Lucy shook her head.

"Not... not exactly. I've been having these... these dreams for the past two years now." Her eyes adverted from any gazes as she stirred the hot chocolate quicker. "It would be of that face and... and it, or you, would be saying that you would help me. That... that I just needed to find you, Lucifer." She hesitately brought her eyes up to look back at Lucifer, half wondering if he understood a word she said. "The Devil."

At her words, Lucifer sat forward, his eyes darker than normal, before he spoke. "I thought you didn't believe in 'that kind of stuff'."

"I... I don't." Lucy replied and tucked her knees to her chest.

"Why? I mean, you have more reasons than everyone else to be a believer."

"Because God was suppose to protect me." Lucy snapped, her voice suddenly sharp. "He was suppose to protect the innocent, and I did NOTHING. I did absolutely NOTHING to deserve this Hell." She sniffled a little and took in a deep breath to compose herself once more. "I learned a long time ago that if God was real, then His ways are cruel and unjustified. That if He was real, then He deserved nothing more than my fist in His face."

"Amen." Lucifer replied simply and leaned back in his seat. "Yet you still don't believe in him."

Silence for a moment as Lucy lifted her chin a fraction of an inch higher. "He's probably real." She dipped her finger in the flaming hot chocolate, but she couldn't feel a thing. Everything felt numb. "After all, how could you do... that if he wasn't."

Another few minutes of precious silence before Lucifer spoke up. "I know your past."

Lucy's eyes flickered up to him, an almost amused feeling trapped within them. "I figured you would by now."

"Who are your parents?" He blurted out, almost desperate to know. Perhaps she's the daughter of an angel and she just didn't know it. Just the name of her mother or father could give him enough information onto just how was responsible for her horrendous upbringing.

"Charlie and Josephine Grace." Lucy responded and placed the hot chocolate back on the counter. "Don't bother finding them, they're dead." Her heart thumped at the word before a whisper came underneath her breath. "My fault... or God's fault."

"How so?"

"They got really scared when they first saw my wings. They... they just wanted me to be normal. My Dad started drinking and my Mom always tried to cut them off with our kitchen knife." A sniffle from Lucy as she lightly touched her wings. Not a scar remained from the sessions. "Ended up driving off a bridge because of it. Then I went to my church thinking that they would help me..." She gave a slight shrug at her words, her entire body almost emotionless.

She was a sad girl, that was obvious enough. Sad enough that she made Lucifer feel... almost guilty in a sense. Was this all his fault? Could he have prevented the fall of this once mortal girl by just staying in his place at Hell? If he did, would her life be sane again? Would she be happy instead of broken?

However, he brushed the thought from his mind the moment he conjured it. "Your own mother tried to cut your wings off with a knife?"

At his harsh words, a harsh flare sparked up in Lucy's eyes. "I'm a monster, Lucifer! I would've done the same!"

"You would've put a knife against your child's bones and began to saw it off?"

At his words, Lucy opened her mouth, ready to say yes. But the words got stuck before they past her lips and tears began creasing her eyes. She closed her mouth and opened it once again, only to have nothing but air pass through. She wanted to say yes, she really, really did. She, despite everything, desperately wanted to defend her parent's actions. But she couldn't say that she would ever do the same.

"It sounds to me that your parents were down right psychotic." Lucifer concluded as Lucy pressed her palms against her ears, her eyes wide as she curled into a ball. "You're being so defensiveful, when really, there's absolutely nothing to defend them about! They're probably in Hell-"

"Shut up." Lucy whispered harshly, tears continuing to slide down her cheeks, only to have Lucifer continue.

"-spending the rest of eternity rotting away! If anything-"

"Shut up!" This time, her voice was a little louder, her voice echoing throughout the room. However, the sound only landed on deaf ears.

"you should be thankful they died to finally-"

"I said, SHUT UP!"

The words were louder than what Lucy had anticipated and suddenly, her once dark, alluring pupils morphed into fire red. It lasted for less than a second, but that was all it took for Lucy to lose control. Her wings spread out at her agressive words, making her seem much larger than how she truly was. She was on her feet, her hands clenched into fists as she bore her eyes at Lucifer.

And then the moment was over. The brilliant fury and redness left her eyes and all power slipped through her finger tips as she blinked once, uncertain of knowing what had just happened.

"My, oh my." Lucifer mumbled underneath his breath as he delicately crossed one leg over the other. "I do wonder how your devilish face will look like."

But Lucy could hardly hear him. His voice was drowned out by the others ones pounding in her mind, voices that screamed at her that she didn't belong here. Harsh, pursuaysive voices that gradually grew louder and louder until they essentially made up her brain.

The door is always open Lucy... Take it... Leave... You belong there, in Hell, that's your home...

Monster, monster, monster, monster, monster...

Demons don't belong on the surface world...

Let go... Call for him... Call for the Angel in Black...

At the sounds, Lucy shut her eyes and began marching away from the room, to the elevator.

"I need to go." She whispered ever so softly as she jammed her finger against the down button.

"So soon?" Lucifer questioned as he began to stand up. "But the party's just got started."

The elevator rang up to the top floor and Lucy quickly stepped inside, her eyes wide as she tucked her wings behind her back and snapped a few safety pins that she always kept at the hem of her sweatshirt and pinned up the hole in the back of it.

"I... I don't belong here." She whispered softly as the elevator door shut.

The words were true enough. But just because they were, didn't mean she was going to leave.

Hope you guys enjoyed the story so far!

Last Update

02-12-19