Morning Star
15 Years later
Chapter 2
My name is Lucifer. I am an immortal living among scum. I chose this life. Lucifer wakes up every morning repeating the mantra to keep himself from becoming attached or discouraged. His routine is flawless. He wakes up at 6:00 A.M., showers, spends five minutes staring at his devilishly handsome mug in the mirror while repeating the phrase, grabs a hot cup of coffee in his VERY expensive Michael Kors kitchen, drinks his coffee in utter silence, places the mug in a washing machine, and then heads to his walk-in closet to chose which suit would look best in which tie.
He didn't have to working in the office today. He had the day off and as CEO it really didn't matter. He could do as he wished. He headed down the steps of his front door and decided to head for a coffee shop he often visited. She worked there on sundays. It wasn't anything close by for, in fact, you'd hardly know it were there unless you were a local. Lucifer lived in the dead center of a highly populated city. He enjoyed the constant breathe of life that surged through his being. Grabbing his keys before walking out the door, he almost danced as he sauntered to his car.
After a drive of twenty minutes, he came to his destination. A desolate, aging café. More like a trucker stop really. He walked inside and a small bell chimed announcing his arrival. He took a seat at his usual spot. As he looked around, he notice she wasn't there. His Ava. Another woman came and asked "What would ya like?" in a gruff but cheerful tone. He asked for a coffee, black. She left with a smile and only took a moment before one was ready. She place it on the table in front of him and left to help the only other table in the room.
He picked up the chipped coffee mug with his slowly aging hands. Ironic, he thought. To think I finally look like an experienced man, a thirty-year-old man who'd lost his way...Maybe I should take up a hobby. He took a sip of the bitter felt good...to feel for a change. He placed the mug on a coaster nearby. It was beyond tattered, far beyond its years of use. "Interesting...I've got more in common with this piece of cork than I do with the whole God damned human race." He felt a presence beside him. He turned to look at the intruder to his thoughts and found a woman, no more than forty-years old. She was the diner waitress back again and came by to see if he wanted anything else. He only just now really looked at her feaures. She had orange tinged hair wrapped up in a bob with a piercing white stripe from her bangs to the bun.
"Need anythin' Darlin'?" She asked while popping a bubble with the pink gum in her mouth.
"No." He took another sip.
"Looks like you've lost your way…" She winked with a smirk.
He sighed…
"Father, you are not fooling me with that ridiculous get up and I would hope you'd think me more intelligent than that…" He said with a sneer. He was getting old of these jokes. The waitresses brow furrowed.
"Lucifer why must you always be such a downer? Can't you ever take a joke?"
Lucifer looked at his father embarrassingly. He refused to speak with him like this.
"Fine."
The waitress sauntered to the bathroom nearby, entering it for only a minute and then came out as a man. Before him was a face he knew more familiarly. The old man dressed in a plaid shirt and worn jeans with boots only a farmer might wear. He sat across his son, now more appealing to the man than before.
"Better?"
"Much".
"We need to talk."
"Doubt it."
"Lou, it's been centuries...Don't you think it's time...for you to come home?"
Lucifer let out a snort.
"Didn't know you wanted me back. Hard to forget a boot on the left side of your arse" he mused.
"For the last time, I did NOT kick you out! You created an army. What was I supposed to do. Let my favorite son have his way with his tantrum. I refuse to allow poor conduct, you know that."
"I NEVER DISOBEYED YOU FATHER!" Lucifer was out of his seat before he remembered the small cafe behind his booth.
"ehrm..sorry, 'bout that…" he sat back down, half embarrassed of his recent behavior.
"There now ya see? Starting trouble about an argument that happened eons ago." God said.
"It's not worth being in an argument when you won't acknowledge anyone's side but your own. The ALMIGHTY God! The all seeing one. Pfffft can barely see the shoes beneath your feet."
"Lou, why must you always be so cynical. I remember brighter days when you'd come with me to work. Answer prayers, make miracles, spread a little joy? You remember don't you...It's wasn't all bad...I can't for the life of me figure out why you turned but something inside snapped and I'd hoped...I still hope, there's a chance you'd change back…" an aged face of God showed worried and pain with the words he'd shared, hoping there was a son left in the man before him.
"Father...it's too late...you made your decision. We both know Michael is where he belongs now. Your precious boy. Always your right hand man, so to speak."
Lucifer stood up and laid a twenty dollar bill beneath the mug he'd been drinking from moments let out a sigh of defeat. "I'm going. Goodbye father."
"What about Ava?" God questioned.
"What about her?" Lucifer replied.
"She's going to die. You know this."
"I do."
"And you don't care that she's in trouble."
Lucifer twisted back around to face his accuser. "DON'T YOU EVER SAY I DON'T CARE!" Lucifer spat.
"I know you're hurt," God said heavily. "I know you loved for the first time in your existence and she is being taken, unfairly I might add. But if you don't disregard your selfish behavior and fight for something truly worth your entire soul being...then what else do you have? A Farari and an empty road. If you don't save her now, it will always be an empty road."