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Chapter Nine
Song(s): Games Without Frontiers (Peter Gabriel Massive/DB Remix), I Want To Be Evil (Eartha Kitt)
"I…want to save Cain"
Feeling his mouth falling open with her spoken words, Lucifer Morningstar stared hard into the young woman's eyes as she refused to blink.
How do you know who Cain is?
"What do you mean save him?" he asked, moving his eyes over her face as he watched her lean closer towards him.
"He is a man who wants to die. God refuses to let him die, so he marked him…"
Feeling completely taken aback as her words fell from her innocent lips, Lucifer rose to his feet and fiddled with the cuffs of his black suit jacket.
"What do you know of Cain little girl? Has my Father been talking to you?" he questioned, watching as her facial expression remained just as blank as before.
She is completely under my power
"Who are you?"
Watching her lips starting to smirk as Miriam stretched her legs out the length of her bed, she raised her eyes onto Lucifer's as he came to kneel over her.
"My name is Miriam, and I am a simple farmer's daughter."
"Have we met before?"
"I…I keep a steak knife in my drawer Mr. Morningstar and I will stab you if you try anything…"
Well that didn't last long
"You have no need for the weapon lab rat, you've answered one of my many questions. You will not remember my presence here tonight."
Keeping her eyes firmly planted on his retreating back, Miriam listened for the closing of the front door before she threw the bed sheet off her legs, dashing down the hallway towards the living room windows.
Breathing heavy as she stood aside the window, Miriam slowly moved the curtain aside an inch as she stared down into the empty street. Catching sight of Lucifer Morningstar walking across the dark road towards a dark colored Corvette, she heard the roar of the engine before catching the headlights.
Do I call the police?
Looking around at the living room's meagre décor, she could see her keys and wallet on the kitchen counter and her bookbag on the floor that he would have stepped over in order to approach the hallway and eventually her bedroom. Moving towards the apartment door, she felt the coolness of the floorboards beneath her bare feet as she twisted the handle.
"He broke the fucking lock!"
Feeling her anger rising as she slammed the door shut, Miriam cared not if she woke up Dakota as she turned back towards her bedroom.
I should be more pissed off
I should be more afraid that a strange Casanova who freely drinks from a flask in the middle of a meeting full of Police Officers has broken in and stood at my bedside while asking me what I desire
"But I'm not" she blurted out as she closed the bedroom door behind her. Moving back towards her mess of sheets, she clicked her tongue against her front teeth as she remembered Lucifer's words.
"Now, I came here on behalf of a friend"
Feeling a shiver spreading over her shoulders as she shuddered, Miriam stared down at the mess of white sheets as one name came to her mind and her lips.
"Marcus Pierce?"
…
Los Angeles Police Department, North Hollywood Division, 11640 Burbank Boulevard North Hollywood, CA…
The Next Day
Keeping his dark eyes firmly fixed on the young lab rat's back, Lucifer Morningstar pressed his black blazered back hard against his chair as he watched the twenty-one-year-old Miriam shuffling about behind the glass walls of the Evidence Laboratory.
How do you know about Cain?
Why on earth, would you tell me last night, in your bedroom Ms. Tyler, that you wanted to save the world's first murderer…
Watching the young student flittering about as she accepted a file folder from Ella Lopez, he narrowed his eyes as she turned around and stared in his direction from behind Decker's desk.
Yes Mr. Morningstar, I remember that you broke into my apartment last night and if you keep continuing to stare at me like that…
"Tyler?"
Snapping back to attention as she turned around to face Ella, Miriam nodded her head as Lopez looked past her shoulder.
"How long has he been sitting there staring at you?" she questioned, resting her hands on her hips as Miriam slowly turned around.
"Pretty much since I entered the lab so…just over an hour?" Miriam replied as she felt Lopez coming to stand beside her, peering out of the glass window.
"Huh, and I thought he told Decker he was not relationship material" she muttered, as Miriam narrowed her eyes.
"Detective Decker had a serious interest in dating Lucifer Morningstar?"
"Lucifer? No, I was talking about Pierce. He is who you are talking about right? Because I noticed that he hasn't stopped looking over at the lab, in particularly, looking at you" she teased as Miriam angled her eyes towards the glass walls of the Lieutenants office.
He's just sitting at his desk typing on his laptop
Moving her eyes back towards Detective Decker's desk, Miriam scowled as she caught Lucifer's dark eyes once more.
He just keeps staring at me with an unreadable expression
"Why would you think Lucifer was staring at you?"
Ignoring her question as she turned from the window, Miriam tapped the edge of the file folder against her chin as she reached for her travel mug.
"I'm going to get a re-fill, want one?"
Stepping out of the lab as the glass door closed behind her, she avoided looking in the direction of Pierce's office as she turned towards the kitchenette and nearly stumbled as she bumped into Lucifer's chest.
"Hello there lab rat" the Devil purred as he peered down into Miriam's face.
"Something I can help you with Mr. Morningstar?" she growled as she tried to step aside, only to find her path blocked.
"Well actually, I believe I can help you out" he smiled widely, holding up a single finger before twirling it around, gesturing for her to do the same.
"How about we walk this way?" the tall three-piece suited civilian consultant offered as he reached out and wrapped his arm firmly around her shoulder.
Feeling the weight of his arm and his strong fingers giving her shoulder a light squeeze, she was about to brush him off and ask what his problem was as she noticed their direction
Why are we heading towards the Lieutenant's office?
Feeling herself bumping into Lucifer as he kept her close to his side, she couldn't help but smell the light notes of his expensive cologne as it drew her in.
Why do I feel so…safe with him?
Will there ever be a time when I'll feel safe being near the Lieutenant and not so much on edge?
"Well let us have a little chat in the presence of the Lieutenant, shall we?"
Shaking her head as she absentmindedly allowed herself to be steered towards the glass office on her right, Miriam swallowed hard as she was roughly pushed through the door. Holding on tightly to the file folder still in her hand, she felt the travel mug fall from her hand just as Lucifer quickly reached out and caught it by the base before it exploded all over the floor.
"Can I help you Mr. Morningstar? Ms. Tyler?"
Bringing her eyes up onto the seated Marcus Peirce, Miriam caught sight of his tired eyes as he reached for his mug and swallowed a large gulp of black coffee.
Is he…hungover?
"If anything, Lieutenant I think we can help you" Lucifer smiled as Pierce raised a single eyebrow before moving his eyes onto the Devil's arm snaked comfortably around the young student's shoulder.
He is flaunting his ability to touch her
Narrowing his eyes as he slowly closed the lid to his laptop, Pierce folded his hands together on the top of his desk and brought his eyes to rest on Miriam's face.
"Last night Marcus while we were having our boys night with a very delicious and expensive bottle of Scotch, you wished me "good luck" in finding out what it is that our little lab rat here truly desires, and I am happy to report, that I have found out exactly, what that is" Lucifer announced as Miriam quickly threw her eyes up onto his five o'clock shadowed profile.
"I'm sorry?"
Hearing the deep surprise in her voice as he watched Lucifer waving her off, Pierce rose to his feet and crossed his arms over his broad chest before clearing his throat.
"I have no recollection of sending you out to meet with Ms. Tyler here" he defended, feeling the growing interest pooling in the pit of his stomach.
"You fucking broke into my apartment last night and when I woke up, you were standing at the foot of my bed!" Miriam blurted out as she watched Lucifer's face fall.
"How…how do you remember?" he growled, taking a step towards her as Pierce cleared his throat.
"Ms. Tyler, if you have any proof that this man set foot in your home without your permission…" he began as Lucifer reached out and roughly grabbed Miriam's upper arm.
Don't think I won't throw myself over my desk and push you up against the glass wall of my office Satan if she so much as winces in pain
"What is it that you truly desire, my dear Miriam."
Hearing the annoyed growl in the Devil's voice as he watched Lucifer staring into Miriam's eyes, Marcus slowly rounded the corner of his desk as he wondered if the Prince of Darkness would be able to draw out the young woman's desire.
Do you secretly desire me Ms. Tyler?
Focusing his eyes on Miriam's balled up fists as her mouth slowly fell open, Pierce watched in silence as Lucifer leaned his face in closer.
"What…do you desire?"
"What do I truly desire? Is this some kind of parlor trick? Are you a con artist in your spare time?"
Rolling his eyes as he felt another shot to his stomach, Pierce shook his head as he caught Lucifer's amazement.
"No….NO! I asked you the same question last night and you said…"
"LUCIFER ENOUGH!"
Catching Miriam's wince as he raised his voice to stop Lucifer's words, Marcus waved a single hand for the Devil to immediately close his mouth before giving the young student a quick glance.
"Mr. Morningstar, if you don't want to find yourself in handcuffs right in the middle of my office, I would suggest that you shut your mouth and walk out my office door" he spat, moving his eyes onto Miriam. Saying not a word as he debated whether to take a step towards her, he discarded the idea before stepping back around his desk. Catching the muttered curse as Lucifer headed towards the door, he kept his eyes firmly planted on Miriam as he cleared his throat when they were finally alone.
"You are well within your rights to press charges if he did enter your apartment without permission…"
Sighing as she spied her coffee mug sitting dangerous close to the edge of his desk, Miriam shook her head as she stepped forward and wrapped her fingers around the stainless steel.
"I'm not even sure if he really did enter my apartment, I was half asleep" she offered pathetically as Pierce narrowed his eyes before absentmindedly rubbing at his tattoo that peeked out from the bottom of his shirt.
"Believe me when I say that I had nothing to do with him searching you out" he began as Miriam felt a number of questions forming in her head.
Are you sure you had nothing to do with him breaking the lock on my door?
Do you want to know if I think about you?
Wonder what it would be like to kiss you?
Wonder why you chose to show me a slight hint to your personal side with the Midnight Mission?
"Lopez is probably wondering where I am" she stuttered as Peirce nodded his head.
He stares at me as if I am some kind of specimen under a glass slide, like he doesn't know what to make of me
Turning towards the glass office door as she tightly gripped her travel mug in one hand and the manila file folder in the other, Miriam slowed her steps and stopped before turning around observing Pierce taking a heavy seat before lifting the lid of his laptop.
"Um, thank you for showing me the Midnight Mission yesterday, truth be told, I almost wondered if you were secretly harboring murderous feelings towards me" she added, wondering if he would catch her flat joke.
Keeping his fingertips light on the sides of the computer screen, Marcus raised his eyes and sucked in a deep breath as he caught sight of Chloe Decker lingering outside the door.
"Ms. Tyler, you are…"
Hearing the light rapping of fingernails against the glass door as he paused his words, he caught the slight flush rising up on the young girl's cheeks as she stood as still as stone.
"I wish I could promise that I will never hurt you, but that is something I am not willing to risk."
What?
"Detective Decker, come in."
Hearing the door directly behind her opening, Miriam stepped aside towards the arm of the brown leather couch as she watched the Lieutenant shifting his eyes from her to his Officer. Catching the door before it closed, she left the office and walked straight to the kitchenette before tossing everything she held onto the first table she came to.
"I wish I could promise that I will never hurt you, but that is something I am not willing to risk"
"Are you fucking serious Lieutenant?" she breathed, walking towards the communal basket of fruit before selecting a single banana.
You like him Miriam, that you can't deny
So, ask him out for dinner
Groaning as she shook her head with the idea of just casually strolling back into the Lieutenant's office and suggesting a cheap dinner date like it was nothing, Miriam closed her eyes and tried to block out the muffled sounds of the police bull pen when she smelled the familiar scent of a man's cologne.
"You are a very interesting and odd young woman Ms, Tyler" Lucifer spoke in a low tone as Miriam opened her eyes to see him seated comfortably across from her.
"I'm not going to press charges if that's what you're worried about. I would however like it if you paid to have my door lock fixed as my roommate is convinced it is my fault that it is broken" she began as Lucifer smirked.
"Well, technically it is your fault. If Lieutenant Marcus Pierce wasn't so…intrigued by your very existence, it would never have been broken in the first place."
Am I hearing this right?
"What do you mean intrigued by my existence?"
Folding his arms across his chest as he angled his head with a wide smile, Lucifer let out a slight tsk tsk sound between his tongue and teeth as Miriam felt her annoyance starting to grow.
"I don't think so Clarice. I tell you things… you tell me things" he whispered in a low accent as Miriam rolled her eyes.
"Jesus, what do you want to know?"
Leaning forward as he folded his hands together on the table top, she felt a cool tension surrounding them as they sat facing each other in a mental battle.
"Last night, I ask you what you deeply desire, and today when I ask you the same question in the Lieutenant's presence, you play the fool. Why wouldn't you answer my question earlier?"
Furrowing her eyebrows as she remembered the intensity of his dark eyes minutes previous, Miriam shook her head in honest ignorance.
"Honestly, if I said anything last night…I don't remember what I said. What did I say?"
"No no no….I am not about to give you any hints so you can make me the office fool Ms. Tyler."
"Then ask me again."
Hearing her challenge as he had a mental flashback to Pierce forcefully gripping his jaw and demanding him to pose his question on deep desire once more in the back of a surveillance van, the Devil smiled as he felt like slicing the room's tension with a knife.
"Alright then as I am always up for a challenge, what is it Miriam Tyler that you truly and deeply desire?" he purred leaning in close as he reached out and tightly gripped her right hand in his.
Breathing calmly as she held her breath for ten seconds before slowly releasing in ten second increments, she stared straight into Lucifer's dark eyes as she felt herself opening up.
"I want to save Cain."
Keeping his eyes steady on hers as he squeezed her fingers, Lucifer leaned in closer nearly touching his nose to hers as he opened his mouth to speak.
"Do you know who Cain is?"
Nodding her head as she tightened her grip on his hand, Miriam gave a small smile as she moistened her lips.
"He is a man that God has wronged…he's…so tired…."
Releasing Miriam's hand as he sat back in his chair, Lucifer blinked quickly as he watched her coming back to the present.
"Did you get your answer?"
"You really don't remember what you've just told me?" he questioned, rising to his feet as he pushed his chair in.
"No."
Hearing the honesty in her voice as he stared down into her eyes, Lucifer shook his head before adjusting the sleeve cuffs of his suit jacket
"Then why should I tell you?"
…
Sitting behind his desk as he rubbed at his temples, Pierce sucked in a deep breath as he watched Decker vacate his office in silence. Closing his eyes as he envisioned Lucifer with his arm solidly around Miriam's shoulder, he felt the growl in the back of his throat as he reached up and massaged the puckered skin of his unholy mark covering a large portion of his bicep muscle.
You are able to draw out a person's desires Lucifer
But judging by your surprise when Miriam failed to reveal all in front of me, she is either not able to perform under pressure or…
"My presence affects her" he whispered, resting the palms of his hands down against the edge of the desk. Rising to his feet, the handsome brown-haired Lieutenant reached up and lightly brushed his fingers against the handle of his standard issue before grabbing the duplicated file of the homicide Lopez and Tyler had attended the day previous.
Stop deliberately seeking her out Cain
Stepping out of his office and into the bullpen, he felt quick glances from nearly every officer as he made his way towards the Evidence Lab.
"I want an update on the female homicide from the other day" he gruffed, standing near the threshold of the doorway. Scanning his eyes around the small workspace, he straightened his back before crossing his arms across his broad chest.
"Lopez, where is Tyler?"
Holding open the file folder between her hands as she was about to read the results of the toxicology report that had come back earlier that morning, Ella motioned towards the kitchenette.
"She was going to get coffee, that is until I looked up and saw her standing in front of you in your office" she smiled slyly as Pierce sighed.
Lucifer dragged her in, not me
"Right, well the whole point of her being accepted here as a student, is to actually be here. Find her and then call my extension" he spat, turning away from the lab as he looked around for any sign of Morningstar and Decker.
Better be out of my sight
Moving back towards his office, he ducked in quickly to toss the folder onto the seat of the brown leather sofa before heading towards the stairs that would lead to roof access. The prescient may have been located in one of the busiest areas of LA, but the view and breeze more than made up for the traffic. Approaching the closed heavy crash bar door, he could feel the soaring heat gathered up on the other side of the door as he thought of possibly taking his surf board out if he got home at a decent hour. Pushing the door open as he squinted his eyes against the blazing sunshine, Marcus sucked in a deep breath before letting it out slowly through his nostrils.
Anyone who disputes climate change only needs to look back to the fifties
Hell, I even feel the increased temperature difference
Turning left as he slowly walked along the central air intakes towards the far south corner of the building that would show the clustered towers of the central business district of LA in the far off smoggy distance, his ears picked up the low clearing of a throat to his immediate right.
"You come up here to clear your head as well Lieutenant?"
Staring down into the young woman's face, he felt the words forming on his tongue as the heat of the sun no doubt had a hand in their formation.
More like, to find someone who didn't really want to be found
But here you are
"Not really" he lied as he watched her bring a single hand up to shield her eyes as she stared at him.
"I just needed some air. Well, more like a break from the annoying stare of a certain someone. I don't mean you…" she added, taking in a deep breath as an airplane flying into LAX slowly descended in the sky.
"That Lucifer Morningstar is quite the asshole, pardon my French."
Tilting his head slightly as he mentally agreed with her, Pierce reached a hand out and felt the scorching heat radiating off the side of the central air unit. Catching Miriam shifting slightly to offer room for him to sit, he stayed standing before crossing his arms over his chest.
"If it helps you further analyze my judgements as a human being, he was already here before I took over from Captain Monroe" he offered, watching her lower her hand back down into her lap.
"Then why don't you fire him? If he is not an actual Police Officer, then fire him" she offered, watching as Pierce moved his eyes towards the edge of the roof.
"Believe it or not, he and Detective Decker have the highest solve rate in the prescient."
Shame
"I have no way of making sure he doesn't contact you during work hours…"
"He's just a cocky Englishman. Nothing I can't handle."
"If it's nothing you can't handle, why do I find you up on the roof in ninety-degree heat?"
Rising to her feet as she brought a hand up once more to shield her eyes, Miriam caught his questioning glance before turning towards the south end of the roof.
"For the view."
Hearing his footsteps walking behind her as she lightly touched her fingertips against the ledge, she knew he was standing less than five feet away and she could feel the draw.
"Have you ever felt like you were put on this earth to do something…great?"
"Define great."
Taking a deep breath as she watched another plane in the far distance lowering down towards LAX, Miriam kept her eyes focused on the downtown buildings as she opened her mouth to speak.
"My parents are insanely religious. My mother is the housewife who praises and prays to God with every breath while believing that our paths are already planned out for my brother and me and can't understand for the life of her as to why I am obsessed with becoming a cop. My father is an exhausted farmer who quotes useless scripture while tending his fields from sunrise to sundown…"
Halting her rant as she felt the dryness in her throat as she tried to swallow, Miriam half turned around and caught the Lieutenant's blank stare.
For once, he appears to have nothing nasty or insulting to say to me
"Sorry, I don't know why I am telling you all this" she muttered as she watched him slowly move to stand beside her.
"My…parents, followed the word of God to an extent, way back when" he spoke slowly as he continued to stare out towards the cityscape. "I did too, for a time" he added, lowering his eyes down onto Miriam's profile.
"Were your parents farmers as well? Because then we'd have something to talk about" Miriam chuckled nervously as Pierce tucked his chin into his chest.
"What does your family farm?"
Hearing his question, she peered up into his eyes and spied the hint of genuine interest.
"Um, mainly root vegetables until he bought his first flock of lambs."
She is of a Shepard and a Tiller of the ground…
I, was once a Tiller of the ground
"Miriam, can I ask…."
"DAMN IT TYLER! YOU KNOW I'VE BEEN LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR YOU?!"
Taking a quick step backwards as she noticed just how close the Lieutenant had moved towards her on the empty rooftop, Miriam threw her eyes on Lopez who wore a fashionable pair of aviator sunglasses.
"Killed two birds with one step. I find you, and I don't need to inform the Lieutenant" she smiled, catching Pierce's eyes narrowing.
"Lopez, your timing couldn't have been more…" he trailed off before stepping around her.
Watching the broad-shouldered Police Officer walking away without a further word, Miriam raised a hand to shield her eyes as she opened her mouth to speak.
"Lieutenant Pierce, what did you want to ask me?"
Now is not the time Miss. Tyler
"I was going to ask you, to get back to work" he lied, heading with a lengthy stride back towards the heavy crash bar door that led off the roof.
That's not it Marcus Pierce
The look in your eyes was of pure curiosity to know more about me
And you've never called me Miriam before
"Tyler! let's go before I cook up here like an egg" Ella breathed as she grabbed the front of her t-shirt and began fanning herself as the young student stood, pursing her lips.
Would it help Lieutenant if I told you that I wanted to know more about you?
…
LUX Nightclub, 6868 Hollywood Blvd, Los Angeles, California…
10:13pm
Standing in the middle of the stainless-steel elevator as he pressed the gold button labelled PH, Marcus Pierce stifled a yawn as he tightened his grip on his helmet.
"What do I truly desire? Is this some kind of parlor trick? Are you a con artist in your spare time?"
Feeling the corners of his lips twitching as he replayed Miriam's words from earlier in the day, he was impressed with just how long he had lasted before speeding over to Hollywood Blvd and into the lair of the Devil.
But he had to know.
"What did she say to you Lucifer?" he breathed as he heard the ding of the bell. Watching the doors open as the sultry voice of Eartha Kitt sounded over the crowd of scantly clothed women, Pierce took a deep breath before stepping out.
I wanna go to the Devil
I wanna be evil
I wanna be wicked
I wanna tell lies
"PIERCE! Now how would I know that my little gathering would catch your attention? I must be slightly psychic" Lucifer winked as he stepped around a tall blonde wearing nothing but a pair of silk black sleep shorts and a matching robe left untied at the waist.
"Please, have a drink!" the Devil smiled as he held out his tumbler to the broad chested Police Lieutenant.
"That's not why I am here Lucifer" he shouted over the jazzy beats as the Devil tipped his head and turned towards the crowd of desirable men and women.
"Right well, have your pick of the litter my friend" he smiled as Pierce's eyes scanned over the women, catching sight of one with shoulder length brown hair pulling down the straps to her bra before unhooking the front, allowing her breasts to be visible to all.
"I'm not here for sex Lucifer. I came here because I want you to tell me what Miriam Tyler desires" he shouted, catching Lucifer's eyes settling on a tall, deeply tanned woman with black hair and eyes to match.
"Cain? Meet Maze my number one torturer of the immortal human soul you no longer wish to entertain" he smiled, allowing a flash of red to cross his dark eyes as Pierce felt the woman's hand slipping over his jacket shoulder.
"It would be so much easier for you and…frankly…more pleasurable, if you just give in and live. Live every day and every night like it's your last. Fuck, frolic, and feed" she whispered against his ear as she darted her tongue out, tasting his lower lobe. Feeling the palm of the demon's hand pressing hard against his chest, he felt the power and desire radiating out from her fingers as she trailed down towards his belt buckle. Catching Lucifer's eyes with a firm stare as he stepped away from Maze without any hint of being flustered, Pierce pointed towards the Devil's bedroom as he sat his bike helmet down on the black sheeted bed.
"I can only imagine what it is you imagined the little lab rat said to me" Lucifer purred as he sat his tumbler down on the bedside table.
Folding his arms over his chest as he felt the leather of his jacket stretch, Pierce narrowed his eyes as he widened his stance.
"You claimed in my office today that she told you what she desires, and now, I want you to tell me because she obviously can't fall under your stare when I am in the same room" he spoke with certain as Lucifer scoffed.
"I didn't think you saw yourself as that cocky Cain, perhaps I was wrong about my initial observation of you" he smiled as Pierce sighed with irritation.
"If I decide to tell you what the young girl told me in the privacy of her bedroom, I want something in return."
"What could you possibly want from me?" Pierce sneered as he took a step forward, hearing the music die in the next room.
"You have the desire to die, and I want to be the one to grant that by my own hand" Lucifer smiled as he held out his hand to shake. Staring at the Devil's outstretched fingers, Pierce sighed as he stepped forward and clasped his hand.
"That seemed too easy of a want" he gruffed in a low tone as Lucifer turned back for his tumbler.
"Tell me what she desires?"
Taking a slow sip from his glass as he caught the unusual anxiousness radiating off the world's first murderer, Lucifer hummed quickly before deciding to down the entire contents of the glass.
"If you are so sure that it was your presence that affected her in your office earlier, then I don't know what good it will do when I tell you that she desires to save you."
Save me?
Narrowing his eyes on the face of the Devil as he silently searched for any hint of a lie, Pierce found nothing as he felt his heart starting to beat faster in his chest.
"What do you mean save me?"
"Her exact words were, "I want to save Cain."
Impossible
How would she know who I am?
I've never met her before…
"You're lying."
Hearing the icy tone of voice in the man's challenge as he watched him take a firm step forward, Lucifer narrowed his eyes as he felt the heat starting to rise in his face.
"One thing I am not, is a liar Cain, and you should know that when I asked the young object of your affection if she knew who Cain was, she replied that he was a man that had been wronged by God before saying the very name of Marcus" Lucifer smiled as he watched Pierce's eyes go wide.
The Devil was telling him the truth, that he could be sure of.
"Do you think there is something more to her?"
Letting out a slight laugh as his eyes caught the sexy silhouetted shape of a model who was very near twenty-five and at the end of her prime, Lucifer gave a wink towards his uninvited guest as he held up his empty tumbler in a mocking toast.
"Well I guess that is all on your shoulders now, eh Cain?"
…
Stepping out into the warm night air as the deep thumping sounds of the nightclub behind him played on to the long line up that was never to see the inside walls that night, Pierce clicked his tongue against his cheek as he looked both ways on the Blvd. He could go home and lose himself in thought and eventual drink with what the Devil had just revealed to him, or…
He could go to her Little Tokyo walkup and demand that she start telling him everything about her life to his satisfaction that he had never once met her in all the years and centuries that had passed him by.
And that she was nothing special.
Sucking in a deep breath, he slid his helmet over his head and walked the short distance to his motorcycle as he swung his jeaned leg over and kicked back the stand. Turning over the engine, he raised his eyes to the night starry sky and took off like a shot, signaling right in the direction towards East 1st Street and apartment number three.
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