I do not own Lucifer.

Mysterious woman is back!

Four years later

The line just to get into Lux was already around the block. She shook her head; it wasn't even eight in the evening on a weekday night. Oh, to be carefree and happy.

Well, she knew she didn't have time to wait on line. And no extra money to bribe the bouncer. Besides, no one would view her well. She gave a few women a quick glance.

Them- short figure hugging dresses.

Her- ripped jeans, tank top and a plaid button-down shirt, all three pieces has seen much better days.

Them- mile high heels that sparkled.

Her- steel tipped work boots.

Them- tiny clutches that held virtually nothing.

Her- oversize backpack that held, well pretty much her life.

Whatever, she wasn't at Lux for fun, she was barely there for the owner himself. She quickly banished any thoughts of that kind from her mind. There was no time. There was the fate of the world was hanging in the balance.

As usual.

Now to sneak into Lux, this place had to have a back door. And of course, she was right, she hadn't been wrong in a long time. She was a good learner.

The music inside was earth shattering and had no beat or pattern to speak of. How did anyone enjoy this?

Was the coast clear? Would the penthouse be empty? Her eyes scanned the bar and the dancefloor. Where was Lucifer Morningstar?

No sooner had his name entered her mind did he appear in her slight line. Quickly she hid behind a pillar. Could he sense her presence? Was that even possible?

She waited a moment then peered out. Lucifer had turned back to whatever caught his attention. Some bold blonde with a wine glass. If she knew anything about Lucifer, he would be kept busy for a while. Hopefully it would be enough time to do her research.

She pushed her way through the crowd, anxious to get upstairs. Then a concern came into her mind: security. How did one get upstairs if they weren't personally escorted by Lucifer himself?

Whatever, she had broken in to worse places before. She stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for the penthouse.

No bells or noises, was it a silent alarm? Or was the place really unguarded? Maybe the fact that it was owned by the Devil himself was enough to protect it?

The door slid open and she stepped inside. She dropped her bag onto one of the couches and went right for the bookcase. She stood there for a moment, just studying all the information at her fingertips. Her eyes caught a few titles that looked helpful and she grabbed them. She pulled her IPod out and put her earbuds in. Hard rock music was her favorite way to lose herself.

She lost track of time, the large desk had about ten open books on it, along with her own notes. Ten useless books, completely useless books. She only had to figure out one glyph; something was usually easy for her. But this one stumped her. Was she getting rusty? Was she no longer that smart? Was the world no longer stupid?

The glyph stared up at her, almost mocking her. Something more than annoyance rose in her. Frustration maybe. Her hand swept across the desk, pushing the books to the floor. She closed her eyes and lifted her face to the ceiling. A grunt of sorts escaped her lips.

Suddenly she felt she wasn't alone. She slowly opened her eyes and wasn't prepared for the sight before her.

Lucifer Morningstar, staring at her, confused, shirtless and there were a pair of huge white wings on his back.

What was she supposed to say?

His mouth moved to form a question, that she only guessed as "How?". And she answered with "I snuck in." Another question from him, which would logically be "Why?". This time only a gesture to the books was needed. Now his question was much longer. She pulled out the ear buds. "What?"

His head cocked to the side. "I thought the music downstairs was loud. You read lips?"

"Yes."

"So, you didn't even say hello and just came up here? What poor soul needs to be taught a lesson? Saving the world from ultimate destruction again?"

"Pretty much, same destroy the world plot, different day. Story of my life." She grinned slightly.

"Do you need anything else? An extra set of hand or eyes?"

"If you are offering, I wouldn't say no."

Lucifer stepped closer to the desk. Her eyes were trying to focus on anything but the huge wings. She actually wanted to touch them.

"You haven't asked about them." He said quietly, he sounded uncomfortable about his wings.

"Asked about what?" She asked but caught his eyes. "If you don't want to talk about them, I won't ask."

"How considerate. You just accept them without joking. You do believe in a lot,"

"You are talking to the woman who has the Philosopher's Stone in her possession. I accept a lot of things other people dismiss."

They locked eyes again and he shrugged, the wings disappeared. "I'll cut those off later." He said, more to himself than her.

She almost said something, he was going to cut his wings off, but stopped herself. It wasn't her place. He had free will like everyone else.

"So what's the mission?" Lucifer asked.

"I need to translate something. This glyph has been showing up everywhere looked for the past week and it is creeping me out. And it takes a lot to creep me out. So here I am and I was hoping you had a guide to a dead language." She turned back to the bookcase and studied it.

"Use anything you need, just be nice to them. they are older than you." He said. Lucifer stared her, did he think she was a guest, or an intruder? All he would really see was a frazzled woman. He reached out to touch her face. "Is that dirt?

She barely looked at him as her sleeve came up to wipe where he had touched. "Probably, I've been preoccupied." Now annoyance and a hint of desperation entered her voice. "Why can't I find this glyph?"

Lucifer had to take pity on her. "Maybe if you looked at it from the right angle…" He flipped the paper she had brought.

Her eyes closed, and she slowly breathed out of her mouth. "Of course, the moon glyph for fire. How did I not see that?" Her shoulders dropped, and she yawned.

"When was the last time you slept?" He asked.

"What's today?"

"Wednesday." He stated.

"I slept on Tuesday."

"Of what century? Come, you need to sleep." He took her hand and led her to bed.

"I'll sleep when I'm dead.' She attempted to fight back.

"That's not how that works, trust me." Lucifer said.

Her grip loosened. "Fine, a quick nap."

"That's a good girl." He grinned at her.

She would have had some smart comment back, but sleep overtook her as soon as she hit the bed.

Yes, I know, still no name. There is a reason for that.

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