Author's Notes: First off I would like to say thank you to the feedback to my story. For those who wanted to know what vid inspired this story it can be found at: watch?v=7EDz8eeTE5Q. It was done by an awesome vidder Always108 I hope to be as good as her one day. I never thought that I would get so much feedback and that's what keeps this going so get ready for a new chapter of finding out what's going on, and a little humor in our sick little devil.
Chapter 3
Everything about Sean winning the lottery was adding up. He had moved him and his wife from the small apartment that they had in a seedy part of town to a small suburb on the east side. The thing was he seemed to have lottery winnings, but there didn't' seem to be any record of what lottery he had in fact one. Also, the account was receiving a monthly deposit of about ten grand from overseas, that had Chloe trying to figure out what could be happening. They were on the way to notify Sasha James. She was Sean's widow, and apparently, a woman with a shady past of her own.
They were about ten minutes away and she had asked Lucifer to be on his best behavior, he had agreed to of course, but there was something not quite right about him. He had climb in the car and was questionably quiet, he kept looking at his hands, and just when she thought he was about to say something he would stop himself.
"Out with it!" she commanded a little louder than needed.
"What?" he asked.
"You've been acting funny since we left the scene, it was a sneeze Lucifer. Are you telling me you one of those?" she smirked.
"One of what?" he asked disgusted.
"One of those guys who swear they never get sick, and when they do it's as if they are dying. I'm not the kind of girl who holds a guy hand as they vomit."
"Did you just say vomit! First you had the audacity to say that I sneezed of all things, but now you are implying that I might vomit. Vomit, I assure nothing that enters this body would ever want to vacate detective! As for sneezing I did no such thing, that would mean that I would be ill, I'm not ill. I'm the devil, I can't get ill assure you."
"Sure you can't, is this one of those powers like you can't get shot, because we all know what happened on that front. Listen if you're going to be sick let me know. We'll talk to this Sasha woman and then I'll drop you back at Lux so you can rest."
"You will do no such thing. We are to find out what happened to dear old Sean, and then we will retire to Lux together. We have some unfinished business remember?" he smirked.
"Oh yea, I almost forgot." She smiled back.
So, Sasha was doing her best to get out of town. When Sean had come home the first time promises of the future that she had always wanted she knew that only bad things would come to this. Then he just started getting sicker and sicker and he just wouldn't listen to her. Why did mean not listen to the women who loved them.
Flashback
"He did this to you, didn't he?" she asked.
"He just needed to see if he had the right formula. He paid me for doing it, and he's already given me something to stop the rash you seem forming. It's just like a cold I promise, it can't do anything to me, I'm not him."
"You just believe anything that jackass tells you because he's giving you money. It's time we go to the cops, better yet let's go to Lucifer. I've been asking around about him, and people say that he's truly powerful. That he does things that nobody else can do, we need to tell him what's going on, someone wants to kill him. He wants to kill this guy. You said yourself that the guy was nice at work. In the end, you are going to be the one to take the fall baby." She told her husband cupping his face.
Sean closed his eyes tightly to fight the pain in his side. The doctor informed him that this would pass, and if everything that he said about Lucifer was true then he was doing the right thing. He was doing God's work, and Sasha needed to understand that. Besides she couldn't judge him, not with her past. He had loved her through so much, and she had done lots of things in her lifetime. He was a part of an army, and they were going to save the world.
"Sasha, if you would just watch the tape. You would see that this doctor is telling the truth. Lucifer Morningstar is not of this world, and he is in to some bad things, we have to put an end to him before he brings an end to us all."
She watched as he stormed out angrily.
That was last week, and before his condition had gotten worst. If this was happening to her husband and the sickness was not meant for him, what could it possibly do to Lucifer. She had finally done something that she should have done months ago, she watched that tape. Now she had to get the hell out of there.
He could hear her downstairs frantically putting things into a bag. He had told Sean that she wouldn't be good for the little dance they were having, but he was a fool. A fool blinded by love and loyalty. Apparently, he had gotten her off drugs and he felt he owed her. Oh well, he was there for a purpose. He was looking for the perfect place they would look if they decided to go through his things. Someplace that he would look. He was leaving a special present. He'd come back later after that left and put away with the widow.
Chloe was just about to knock on the door when it was pushed open with urgency.
"Ms. James, my name is Chloe Decker, and this is my partner Lucifer Morningstar, we're from the LAPD may we come in for a moment." Chloe smiled.
"I was just on my way out. Could this wait until later maybe, I have an appointment I'm late for." She told them trying to get by.
"Madam, I hate to break this to you, but we found the body of your dear husband out by the dumps of the hospital a few hours ago."
They both took the time to look at her for any kind of signs of remorse or surprise on her part, but they didn't get it. Instead it was like she didn't quite know what to do with her face, so it just appeared cold and stone like.
"Sweetheart, did you what we said? Your husband is dead, he's taking the dirt nap, sleeping with the fishes, he's maggot food as they…."
"Lucifer!" Chloe chastised him.
"Ma'am we think that someone might have poisoned your husband, is there anyone that he's been dealing with recently that might've done this?" she asked.
They both watched once more as her face seemed to dance around filled with different emotions, but all of them didn't seem to be what they expected.
"Come with me." She gestured for them to walk inside.
Once they entered Lucifer got the strangest feeling. He could literally feel his heart beating faster than it should. He also was getting the strangest taste in his mouth. He didn't need to be in her house did he? There was something wrong in here, very wrong.
"Detective perhaps I should go back to the car. I think you were right, wouldn't want to infect the secretive widow with my germs." He added.
"No! Mr. Morningstar, you have to see this." She stressed.
"Come on Lucifer, and then I'll tuck you in myself" she smiled.
"Oh, you do know the way to my heart don't you, coming ladies. Lead on." He smiled.
Lucifer didn't like it here. Something was off base, and maybe the detective was right. If he was starting to feel something he must didn't need to be near her. It would get worse if he stayed with her before it got better, and if he was to show her how good he was in the bedroom then he would have to be at his best. To be his best he would have to leave the good detective for a while.
Chloe didn't know what was going on with Lucifer but she wasn't liking it one bit. He seemed to be all over the place, and his eyes had taken on this wild look. She swore once they had entered the basement she saw them flash red for a moment, but that had to be trick of the light, right? She was no fool though, her hand never left her gun she was ready for any surprise that came her way. At least she thought she was.
"Bloody hell." Lucifer gasped once they made it to their destination.
It was sort of like déjà vu, they had just a few days ago gone in a room where a woman had a shrine to him, but this was different. They were weird pictures of him with bullseyes and one in the corner was an almost accurate likeness to his true form, but it had been drawn so no one would take that seriously.
"Lucifer." Chloe gasped.
"This is a rerun detective; didn't we just do this last week. It's nothing to do with me, we just have to pick up the pieces and figure things out, and old my dear father!" he stopped at a box in the middle of the room.
Chloe came closer to the box in his sights. It looked old, very old and it was the color of chalk. She could see the distress all over Lucifer's face, she didn't have time to worry about the fact that their third occupant had used this moment to get out of town possibly, Lucifer needed her.
"What is it?" she walked towards it.
"Don't pick it up!" he shouted too late.
"It looks pretty old Lucifer, oh and it says something on the side. Ya'akov bar-Yosef akhui diYeshua." She pronounced wrong. "We definitely need someone who can translate this.
"It's Aramaic detective, it means James, son of Joseph, brother of Jesus. You are holding a bone box you are supposed to believe that that is the box that held Jesus' brother's bones. It's from the first century. You know James is the father of Christianity." He supplied getting further away from it.
"You speak Aramaic, wait Jesus had a brother? How?" she asked astounded.
"The devil speaks all languages as I told you this before. Mary was a virgin everyone knows that, and she was when she had Jesus. What makes you think he didn't want a little spawn of his own? Isn't that the whole point of getting married. They are lots of rumors about James, was a whole brother, did Joseph bring him from a previous marriage, was he a cousin and no brother at all? It really doesn't matter. What matters is someone is doing the wrong things here, and that is the James Ossuary box, a bone box for bones of the dead. This one was proven to be a forgery."
"If it's such a forgery, why are you avoiding like the plague? Maybe I should open it." She smiled.
Before Lucifer even thought about it he snatched the box from her, but she had already opened it. A puff of white smoke came out and before she knew it she had sneezed.
"It's empty." She said sorrowfully.
"What did you expect the bones of my brother's brother. Come now detective." He scolded.
"Right because God was Jesus' father. How do you live up to a brother like that?" she smirked.
"I assure you I had nothing to live up too, besides I've told you time and time again I was first, and I was the favorite. I had no time for any of this, I don't know the stories so why are you asking these questions of me!" he asked getting agitated.
"Hey, I was just joking." She sighed approaching him.
"We need to figure out who killed Sean, and what do I have to do with any of this. I sure as hell am tired of being the reason that everyone does anything in this town nowadays. So, lets put such poppycock relics away and get back to crime solving shall we." He shouted and attempted to walk away.
"Lucifer!" she caught him as he stumbled. That's when she noticed the heat radiating from his body.
"Oh detective, you shouldn't have opened that box." He sighed.
"Lucifer!" she shouted trying to get him to focus on her.
Then she watched in horror as he eyes rolled back into his head and he lost consciousness.
End Notes: I'm sorry if the biblical stuff wasn't liked about much. I just thought that if a virus was to be in a box for the devil it would have to be something pretty old and holding some kind of family bond. Everything I said about the box, and James is true and some people have many ideas of who he actually was. I'm not preaching, I mean it's a story about Lucifer, but I assure you this is not about the bible and that's the last time it will be mentioned. Next chapter will be filled with a sick Lucifer, an even cuter Trixie, and a pissed off Dan. This chapter was a bit longer, because I don't think I can pull off another today cause I'm feeling under the weather. Remember feedback is love, I hope you are still here with me.