The Prince of Darkness watched the thin man walk out of the precinct. His dark eyes focused on the man. He barely heard the detective calling to him. Fire raged in his mind as he imagined the punishments he would have waiting for the man in Hell. Oh, how he wished he still had his wings. He would fly him down there himself. No one messed with his family.
"Lucifer!" Chloe called to him. She scoffed as he ignored her. Noticing his fists balled up. The tension in his posture. She placed a hand on his arm. "Lucifer."
He finally turned to her. "Yes Detective?" He tried to play off the anger he was feeling. Tried calming himself. Relaxing his hands.
"Laura Mills in interrogation. Remember?" Chloe said slowly.
The Devil nodded. "Yes. Shall we then?"
"We shall." Chloe responded and lead him gently towards the interrogation room. Still taking note at his tension. She knew he wanted to protect his daughter but everything would be fine. She was confident.
They walked into interrogation. A beautiful brunette sat in one of the cold metal chairs. Her green eyes following them as they sat down. Shaking her head, she threw back her head and laughed loudly. "Lucifer Morningstar."
Lucifer smirked slightly at the lovely woman. She was looking her best in a blue cocktail dress and lovely jewels adorning her neck and ears. "Why Laura Mills, you haven't aged a day."
"Thanks to plastic surgery." She laughed. "So, what are you doing here in the police station?"
Lucifer glanced at Chloe. "Why I am helping find out who killed our poor Joanie."
Chloe sighed. "He is a civilian consultant with the department."
Laura laughed again. "Really?" She caught the serious look on Chloe's face. "You are serious?" She looked at Lucifer.
Lucifer shrugged. "Tis true. I found seeking justice for those who deserve is quite gratifying. Joanie is no different." He leaned back in the chair. His dark eyes upon Laura. "I heard you two had a falling out."
Laura scoffed. "You think I had something to do with Joanie's death? I loved Joanie. Yeah, she slept with Greg. Yes, I was angry. We fought. We got a little physical. But we made up. We always do. She was like a sister to me."
Chloe listened intently. "Why would she sleep with your husband?"
"That was what Joanie did. She did whatever she wanted. It didn't matter who it hurt. But it's alright. Greg and I were already on the outs." She looked at Lucifer. "You believe me don't' you?"
The Devil sighed. "Yes." He sensed she was telling the truth. He had known Laura for almost as long as he knew Joanie. There were times they all had drunken threesomes together. He remembers the two of them fighting and making up. Much like sisters. "Do you know of anyone who would have wanted to harm her?"
Sighing the woman looked at him. "I remember her saying something about her gardener. He threatened her over something. I don't really remember."
"Do you know his name by chance?" Chloe asked her.
Laura shrugged. "Uh Jorge something I think." She shifted in the chair. "Can I go now? I am due for an audition."
Chloe nodded. "Yeah. But if you can think of anything. Give me a call." She handed a card to Laura.
"Right." Laura put the card in her purse and stood up. She looked down at Lucifer. "Tell Persephone I said hi. If there is one thing that Joanie got right. Its Persephone."
Lucifer smiled at her. "I will. Thank you." He replied.
He and Chloe watched as Laura left the room. They sat quietly in the interrogation room for a moment. Chloe sighed. "Should we ask your daughter is she knows the name of the gardener?"
"I suppose." The Devil replied as he stood up and opened the door.
The Detective stood up and walked through the door towards her desk. "Right give Persephone a call, so we can follow up."
Nodding Lucifer pulled out his phone and dialed his daughter's phone. The line rang and rang before going to voice mail. Sighing he hung up and dialed it again. Again, it went to voice mail. "Persephone, this is your father. Pick up the phone." He said with an air of irritation. He tried texting her. Scoffing he dialed Maze's number.
"What?" The demon's annoyed voice picked up after two rings.
"Can you get Persephone for me? She isn't answering her phone." He asked of the demon. There was momentary silence on the phone as he waited. The longer the silence went the more tense he felt. Then the line went dead. He dialed her number again. It rang and rang then went to voice mail. He dialed it again.
"Yes?" Maze's voice answered.
"Mazikeen." He spat out her full name. "Where is Persephone?" More silence.
"She isn't here." Maze replied after a moment.
"What?" He nearly yelled. Officers around him froze and stared at him. He chuckled nervously. "What do you mean she isn't there?" He asked again quieter but still with anger in his voice.
"What I just said. She isn't here. I looked everywhere." Maze repeated.
"I thought I instructed you to watch her?"
"I'm sorry I was busy." Maze replied nonchalantly.
"You were busy? Oh, that's rich. Rodney Stapleton has been freed and is probably out there now following her." He hung up the phone. He noticed Chloe staring at him. A ping of fear read across her face. "Persephone is gone." He said to her.
Chloe sighed. "I heard." She felt the tension rising in him again. Anger was clearly etched across his face. But also, the tone of a worried parent could be heard in his voice. Her partner was just like everyone else. "We'll go find her. Okay. Do you have any idea where she could be?"
Lucifer pocketed his phone and placed his hand on his chin. He shook his head. He felt his stomach tightening. The Devil was allowing his emotions to take over. Right now, he felt instinct taking over. His offspring needed him.
"Think Lucifer." Chloe pleaded with him.
"I am Detective." His voice slithered out. Closing his eyes for a moment, a lightbulb went on. "Band. She went to a band competition."
Chloe sat at her desk. She typed quickly on the keyboard. She hummed lightly as she searched. Lucifer paced nervously behind her. "Lucifer. Calm down." She returned her attention to the computer. She pulled up a page. "Is that it?" She pointed.
Lucifer stopped pacing and looked at the page she was pointing at. "I don't know. Maybe. She didn't say the name. I know she plays heavy metal."
Chloe nodded and pulled up another page. "Well then this looks like it. Okay. We'll go look for her." She wrote down the address and stood up. "come on." She started for the door with the Devil on her heels.
Persephone nervously paced backstage. Her bandmates sat on a dirty couch chatting. She continuously wrung her hands and straightened her skirt. She wasn't nervous about the gig. She was nervous about her father finding out that she snuck out of Lux. Sighing she sat down next to her boyfriend. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her cheek.
"It will be alright Persi. We've been practicing for months." He smiled.
Persephone nodded. "I know. That's not why I'm nervous. I shouldn't have snuck out. My father will be so angry."
"He'll get over it." Their drummer Mosh chimed in. "My dad could care less where I go." He folded his arms and snorted.
"Well, my dad will. He's all paranoid since my mother died." Persephone looked at her friend. She leaned against Iain. "Oh well. I guess I can always beg for forgiveness. It works for my grandfather."
Iain kissed her cheek. "See, that's the spirit?"
"Satan's Fury?" A slender man with headphones called out. Persephone and her friends looked his way.
"Yeah?" Iain answered.
"You guys are up next. Get ready." The man said and then disappeared towards the stage.
"Here we go." Iain said standing up.
The rest of them followed suit and went to get their instruments. Persephone sighed and followed her friends. Hoping her father wouldn't be too angry.
Rodney wandered the concert hall. He listened reluctantly to one raucous metal band after another. This was not his normal taste in music. He loathed it in fact. Cringing with every growl of the lead singer. Every distorted guitar riff. He just clutched the phot of Joanie and sat patiently.
He had his eye glued to the stage. He was here for one thing and one thing only. To exact revenge for his beloved Joanie. She had been brutally murdered. He was certain that her daughter had been responsible. The girl was the spawn of Satan. That much he knew. He had seen her levitate items off the ground. He had watched as things caught fire when she got angry. He had even seen her eyes blaze orange with fire. Just like her father. Satan himself had tricked poor Joanie into bearing his child. Well, he was going to rectify that and send the wretched girl straight back to Hell where she belonged.
At last the music stopped. He would wait patiently for the next band to begin their set. It was the one he was waiting for. He reached back and assured himself that his gun was still tucked into the back of his pants. He listened at the MC began to speak again introducing the next band. There she stood next to a long-haired kid with multiple piercings.
A pretty thing she was. Long black hair pulled back in braids. She was wearing a black plaid skirt and a short t-shirt. Spiked bracelets adorned her wrists and a pentacle wrapped around her neck. She looked only vaguely like her mother. She looked mostly like her Devil father. He felt his blood boil thinking about it. The Devil had ruined Joanie's life. Rodney stepped towards the stage as the band began to play. The girl's voice sang over the noise. Beautifully like an angel. He was momentarily mesmerized. Then he pulled out his gun and pointed it at the girl. Patrons noticed and screamed "GUN!" People began to run. He kept the gun trained on the girl and pulled the trigger. A shot fired towards the stage.