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Chapter Fourteen

Song(s): Something the Boy Said (Sting), My Old Self (Wide Mouth Mason), En Csak Azt Csodálom (The English Patient Soundtrack)

"I…am the world's first murderer."

Staring into Pierce's blue eyes as he spoke his words, she could feel the hardness of his chest pressing against her breasts as she refused to blink.

"You…"

Feeling his strong fingers gripping her chin, Miriam narrowed her eyes as she felt a rawness in her jaw.

"I knew he put something in my drink!"

Blinking his eyes quickly in confusion, Pierce let the young woman pull away as he watched her built up anger come to light.

"That…asshole Lucifer Morningstar! I never should have taken the drink he offered. Stupid…"

"Tyler…I…"

Throwing a hand up, Miriam cursed under her breath as she roughly stepped around the Lieutenant.

"Save it. Lucifer is going around spouting he's the Devil, you are standing here in front of me saying you are…what, Cain from the Bible? I….can't even…"

"Miriam…"

Halting in her steps as she slowly turned back around, her eyes fell on two tumblers and a bottle of Crown Royal that had been shared earlier between the two men.

I need to get out of here now before I lose my sanity.

Striding towards the elevator doors with a firm stride, Miriam heard Pierce's heavy steps behind her as she spun around before throwing out a hand for him to stop.

"Nuh Ugh. We are not in your office Lieutenant, so don't think I have to listen to you any minute longer" she spat as she watched Pierce's eyes narrow.

Of course, she doesn't believe you

Who in their right mind would?

"Please…"

"See you tomorrow, bright and early Lieutenant."

Leaning back against the mirrored wall inside the elevator, the young woman closed her eyes and tried to steady her breathing before staring up at the lights above.

"This is un-fucking-believable…" she breathed, as she felt her knees buckling.

Why didn't I let him show me?

Prove to me that he is Cain?

"Jesus Christ. I am going to go insane!" she breathed, rubbing at her tired eyes as she felt the beginnings of a migraine. Watching the doors open, she moved down the back hallway and heard the notes of a piano before picking up on Lucifer's voice at the tail end of a Sting song. Moving around the corner, she kept close to the inside of the wall as a group of scantily clad women walked by, laughing and hanging off one another.

Setting her eyes onto the three-piece suited dark-haired man, she watched as he gave a slight nod and mock bow while standing behind the black piano bench before making his way through the crowd of still applauding hands towards the bar. Narrowing her eyes, she watched as the woman who had introduced herself as Mazikeen, stood behind the crowded bar pouring a tumbler that she kept near her elbow.

Such an arrogant piece of shit

Making her way down the staircase, Miriam kept her eyes fixed on Lucifer's back as he took up the tumbler and brought the rim to rest against his lips as he noticed the young student.

"My my…even I am not that fast" he teased with a smile as Miriam balled up her fist and brought it up clean against his nose. Dropping the tumbler as it shattered at their feet on the floor, Miriam ignored the glass as it crunched under her shoe.

"You, are a piece of shit Lucifer Morningstar! What did you put in my drink?"

Hearing the spite in the woman's voice as he brought his hand up against his nose, Lucifer pulled his fingers away slightly to see the blood dripping before throwing a quick hand out to grip her wrist.

"Trust me when I say human that there is a very thin barrier between you and I right now, and I am this bloody close to crossing it and exerting all my power on you" he growled as he squeezed her wrist painfully hard.

"I know you spiked my fucking drink, and leaving me alone upstairs with…that man who is calling himself a fictional character from the fucking Bible? Not cool" she spat as Lucifer released his hold.

"What will it take to make you believe?"

To believe?

'I'm fucking going home."

Watching the young woman walking away and across the dance floor towards the staircase, Lucifer half thought to chase after her before he felt a hand on her upper arm.

"Want me to take care of her?"

Turning his eyes onto Maze, the Devil felt the growl in his throat as he looked up to the ceiling of the building.

Why didn't you show her Cain? Take a glass bottle and drag it across your throat?

"You will not touch a hair on her head Maze."

Grabbing a bottle of Crown Royal from just behind the bar lip and a handful of black napkins that spilled all over the floor, Lucifer spun around and started to march towards the set of elevators as he narrowed his dark eyes on the closed stainless-steel doors.

"Perhaps you've been a bit rusty with running a knife through your chest" he growled as the doors open, revealing a surprised looking Pierce.

"Oh no, Cain. You may have been quick with the Lab Rat, but you will take your time with me tonight" Lucifer sneered as he shoved the broad chested back against the mirrored wall, ignoring the smashing of the glass as the doors closed them inside.

…

Taking a deep breath as she busted out of the double front doors of the club, Miriam muttered a half-hearted apology as she pushed past a bouncer and out onto the sidewalk. Hearing the beats of the clubs situated around her, she jaywalked across the road and slowed as she approached the driver's door of her car.

"I wish I was still suspended" she spat as she turned around with her keys in her hand. Looking up to the top of the penthouse, she focused her eyes on the lit-up balcony windows as she pictured the over six footed Officer staring her down.

"Are you watching me right now Marcus Pierce?"

Slamming her door as she tossed her phone onto the passenger seat, she caught the blue blinking light signaling a message as she started the engine. Grabbing the device, she put it on speaker phone as she sat in the darkness, adjusting the air conditioning as she felt the evening heat coming in through the windows mixed with drunken laughter.

You have, three new messages

"Okay…"

"Hey, it's me. Can you call me? Hope everything is going well with your summer job at the police station."

Skipping to the next message, Miriam felt a frown crossing her lips as her brother Aaron's voice broke out for the second time.

"I know you are probably really busy, but I could really talk to you right now…"

Deleting both messages, she ignored the third and tossed her phone aside before scanning through the radio stations. Settling on KOLA 99.9fm, she threw the Honda into drive as she started to drum her thumb to the lyrics of a Wide Mouth Mason song.

When I walk outside in the middle of the rain
When I watch the sun come out again
When I feel sunlight wash over my face

Woman it feels like you
And everything else is crazy
I'm up in the kitchen singin, Mama's out in the backyard
Daddy's downstairs diggin' a grave
I'm up to my neck Oh Lord, Mama's working too hard

Singing at the top of her lungs as she drove all the way down Hollywood Boulevard, she turned onto East Temple and began to pick up speed as she fantasized about a venti café latte and a hot bubble bath.

"I need to relax if I am going to have to face him tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day until the end of August" she muttered to herself as she mentally counted how many months were left until the end of August and the end of her summer position with the LAPD.

Feeling a pit in her stomach that refused to budge, she tightened her grip on the steering wheel as she spied a Starbucks with a drive thru window.

"Not soon enough" she breathed, pulling into the lot as she rolled down her window.

Thirty minutes later…

12:12am

Setting her keys down quietly on the kitchen counter as she left the lights off in the apartment, Miriam walked down the hallway and past Dakota's closed door as she entered her own bedroom. Stripping off her clothes, she grabbed her house coat and wrapped it around her bare shoulders.

Taking a sip of her cooling coffee, she stared at the wall for nearly two minutes before moving across the floor towards her desk. Roughly grabbing her chair, she angled it to face her as she took a seat on the edge of the bed, keeping her back straight.

"Alright, start talking God" she challenged, staring at the seat of the empty chair as the silence of her bedroom closed in around her.

"Fine. You listen to me then."

Spying her Me to We peach colored notebook on the edge of her desk, she rose to her feet and grabbed it and a pen before flipping open to an empty lined page.

One, prove to me that you are the Devil and not just acting like the Devil, show me something that only the Devil can do she wrote, before moving onto her second question.

Two, prove to me that you are Cain from the Bible

Shaking her head as she wrote the questions out, she nearly tossed the book aside as she looked to the empty chair.

"Three, where is your mark from God?" she whispered before sitting up straight.

Jesus, what in the hell am I doing?

"Vampires, werewolves, and immortal men, devils, angels, and demons just don't exist. They can't exist" she added as she felt the pit once more in her stomach.

"The Bible is very real."

Tossing her notebook aside, Miriam perked up her ears as she heard something fall beside the far bedside table near the window. Sitting perfectly still as she listened for another noise, she turned her head and saw nothing amiss before rising to her feet. Moving to the other side of her bed, she froze as her eyes focused on the bent spine of the small Old Testament from the church in Fairfield that she had tucked away at the very back of her bookshelf.

"Okay…"

Slowly walking towards it, she bent down and picked it up, inserting her finger between the pages that were separated. Feeling an unease falling over her shoulders, she turned the book over and scanned her eyes over the chapter headings that littered both pages.

"From Adam to Noah, The Fall…Cain and Abel."

"How can one even begin to think you are real?" she muttered to herself, staring at the empty chair in front of her. Picturing Marcus Pierce sitting before her, she moved her eyes down to his right arm as she focused on his upper bicep. Closing her eyes, she felt the warm air on her face as she leaned back against the seat of the grey Dodge Charger the first day she met the six-foot three Lieutenant.

"Pars Est Sempiternum" she breathed as she remembered the design of the military looking tattoo.

Opening her eyes as she focused one last time on the empty chair, Miriam frowned as she realized that even if she wanted answers to her questions from Pierce, she had no idea where the man lived.

But you have his phone number

But you also stood in front of him earlier in the flesh and you ran

Letting out a low sigh as she looked to her mobile phone charging on her nightstand, she felt a chill run over her shoulders as she moistened her lips.

"How would one even begin to prove to someone that they are the world's first murderer?"

…

Marcus Pierce's Residence, 3806 Ocean Front Walk, Marina Del Rey, California…

1:16am

Rolling onto his right side, Marcus Pierce let out a gruff between his pursed lips as he breathed in deeply, feeling his mind sinking into an unconscious sleep…

(Flashback)

Hearing the low baa's and the bleating of the sheep as they ran around the legs of his brother, Cain sneered as he tightly clutched the handles of the basket that held the potatoes still covered in soil.

Watching Abel rubbing his beard with the back of his hand as he gave a gentle nudge against the rib of a sheep, Cain narrowed his eyes as he sat the basket down on a rock. Moving his hands against the harvested potatoes, he rubbed at the dirt and soil and paused as he stared down at the darkness beneath his fingernails.

"Have you made your offering to God?"

Hearing his Mother's soft voice, Cain turned around and peered over his bare shoulder as he saw her standing tall, holding a bushel of sticks.

"No."

"Never forget to give your offering. Tell your brother Abel to do the same" Eve spoke as she turned around with a sad expression crossing her sunburned lips.

Bringing the back of his dirty hand up against his sweaty forehead, Cain ignored the soil as it spread from his thumb across his face. Rising to his feet, he moistened his dry cracked lips as he made his way towards the bank of the river Gihon. Pulling off the piece of cloth that covered his modesty from around his waist, he allowed it to fall from his fingers as he dove into the water. Giving his head a vicious shake as the droplets fell down his shoulders, he allowed himself a few minutes to relax on his back as he opened his eyes to the blue sunny sky.

He would pick the best looking of all his harvested crops for his offering to God, and he would make sure that he was ready before his brother. Hearing Abel calling his name, Cain sighed as he allowed himself to sink back beneath the water.

Fifteen minutes later…

Arranging the best of his harvested fruit and vegetables around the small stack of crossed sticks, Cain frowned and reached for a large carrot that had a large smudge of dirt along one side. Rubbing it off with his index finger, he ignored Abel's hand as it slapped down on his shoulder in a warm greeting.

"Do not think I will forget or forgive your flock for grazing on my crops Brother" Cain muttered under his breath as he began to work on starting his fire.

"Father, I give you a newly born from my flock for your eyes" Abel spoke, closing his eyes as he held the small white animal between his bare arms.

Watching the flames of his brother's fire burning bright and high as Abel raised the lamb up to the sky, Cain gritted his teeth as he finely saw some smoke coming from his own pile of sticks and grass. Waving a hand to fan the small flames, he smiled as the grass burned away. Placing all his potatoes, carrots, and apples grown and harvested by his own hands around the flames, he raised his eyes to the sky and closed them tightly.

"My Lord, I give you the very best of my harvest."

Hearing no response to his words, Cain slowly raised his hands up towards the sky just as a voice came thundering from the heavens above causing him to wince.

"Cain my Son, I do not look favorably on your offering to me"

Catching his breath as he threw his eyes open, the young man shook his head as he held up his hands once more.

Hearing nothing more, Cain felt his fingers starting to curl up into fists as he caught sight of Abel rising to his feet with a stream of sunlight crossing over his bare feet.

"Why do you favor my Brother's offering? My Brother did not birth the lamb, nor did he feed it the milk of its Mother" Cain spoke in a low tone as he heard a rumble of thunder from the far distance of the mountains.

"Why are you angry? Why is your face downcast? If you do what is right, will you not be accepted? But if you do not do what is right, sin is crouching at your door; it desires to have you, but you must rule over it."

Hearing God's words, Cain felt his teeth clenching together as he watched his Brother's lamb turning over on the sticks to become engulfed in flames.

"Why you Brother? Why is our Lord delighted with you and not me?" he spat as he watched Abel leaving his fire for the river water down by the bank. Slowly rising to his feet, Cain stared down at the dying flames of his own fire before he trained his eyes on his Brother's retreating back…

Throwing his left arm out fast as it made contact with the dark lamp and glowing alarm clock on the wooden nightstand, Marcus Pierce let out a growl as he struggled to sit up against the headboard.

"Fuck sakes!"

Breathing hard as he felt a sharp pain in his chest, he pressed his fingers gently against the bloody bandage as a result of the butcher knife Lucifer Morningstar had run through hours earlier.

Letting out a low groan as he threw the blankets off his bare legs, he staggered towards the bathroom and with bloody fingers, flicked on the bathroom light, squinting as the bulbs burned.

"Shit…"

Ripping the bandage off, he watched as blood dripped off his pectoral muscle and onto the white counter. Grabbing the hand towel behind him, he pressed it hard before catching the time on his watch.

"Five sixteen, might as well be up."

…

345 E 1st Street, Apt 3, Little Tokyo, Los Angeles, California…

2:15am

Making his way slowly down the dark hallway of the two-bedroom apartment, the well-dressed three-piece suited man had only one bedroom in mind as he narrowed his eyes on Miriam's closed door.

Here I come little girl…

Slamming the palms of both his hands hard against the bedroom door, Lucifer Morningstar quickly grabbed the edge of the wooden frame before it smashed into the wall. Staring into the darkness of the room, his eyes found the still body laying on her side towards the curtain covered window as he picked up on her soft snoring.

Stepping into the room, he closed the door softly behind him as he slowly crossed the hardwood floor. Standing at the bedside, he stared down at Miriam before peering closer into her face. Feeling a slight sting along his face, he smiled widely as he felt the flesh of his face pulling back to reveal his Devil face.

"Now…time for you to wake…" Spying the small book next to Miriam's fingertips, he narrowed his eyes as he felt the vomit in his throat.

"For someone who doesn't believe, you use an Old Testament for a sleep aid?" he purred as he slipped the book away. Holding it pinched between his thumb and forefinger, his dark eyes caught a few Biblical words as he stared at one of two names.

Cain

Hearing the growl leaving his throat, the Devil nearly threw the book across the room as he spied another notebook curled around the fingers of Miriam's other hand. Reaching over the young woman's body, he heard her taking a deep breath as he grabbed the book.

Moving over to stand next to the window for light, Lucifer reached into the pocket of his navy-blue blazer and pulled out a black fountain pen before uncapping it between his pearly white teeth. Scanning his eyes over the list of questions Miriam had written down, he felt his lips pulling into a small smile as he started to write his own.

One, would you like to know what the forbidden fruit was that Eve ate from my hand? Or are you asking to see my Devil face?

Two, why not ask the man himself to run a kitchen knife through his chest in front of you and watch him rise?

Three, get the blue eyed, square jawed tapeworm to take off his shirt

Smirking as he scribbled the words, the Devil signed his signature with a flourish before reaching into his pocket to pull out a business card. Giving it a quick kiss as he tucked it between the pages, he closed the notebook and placed it on the top of her bookbag before he crossed his arms over his chest, watching Miriam sleep.

"Oh, I am quite sure you are going to have a hell of a lot more questions for me in the next coming days" he grinned before taking a step closer to the bed. Moistening his lips, he leaned in close and lightly brushed his lips against hers as a farewell gesture.

…

Los Angeles Police Department, North Hollywood Division, 11640 Burbank Boulevard North Hollywood, CA…

The Next Day

10:23am

"Did I already ask why you are dressed up?"

Looking down at her white H&M button up shirt tucked into black dress pants, Miriam shook her head as she stepped aside Ella Lopez.

"I bet it has something to do with a certain…blue eyed Police Officer?" Lopez teased as Miriam ignored her.

"No, it doesn't. How many are going to be in the meeting?"

Twenty minutes later…

Carrying twelve copies of the Forensic Department's comparative report with her and Ella's findings on the string of deceased females tucked inside a large cardboard box in her arms, Miriam nodded her head as she watched Ella divert towards Chloe Decker's desk as she turned and settled her back against the boardroom door. Pushing her weight into the glass door, she stepped inside the boardroom on the tail end of an interesting conversation.

"…no crime, no mark, no curse; You'd be mortal and can finally die. That is, if there is not a certain someone who is tempting you to stay alive…"

Halting in her steps as she felt the weight of the box in her arms, her eyes bore into Lucifer's as she looked over his shoulder at the childish illustrations on the whiteboard.

"Ah, how very nice to see you again Miss. Tyler" he purred as Pierce turned around, feeling the pull of his chest muscle with a wince.

"The meeting is still being held in here?" she questioned, not meeting the Lieutenant's eyes as she shifted the box in her arms.

"Yes Tyler."

Hearing Pierce's voice, she ignored him as she let the box drop down onto the clear table top.

"My….did we wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?" Lucifer teased as Miriam held her breath. Turning her eyes onto the whiteboard, she felt her knees buckling as she narrowed her eyes on the stick figure drawings.

"Find something you like?" Lucifer questioned, as Miriam took a step forward, avoiding Pierce's curious eyes.

"The story of…Cain and Abel" she breathed with confidence as she moved closer to the whiteboard, passing both men as they stood perfectly still and quiet.

"What makes you think these drawings are Cain and Abel?"

Wincing as Pierce spoke from behind her right shoulder, Miriam held her eyes steady as she moved from one drawing to another.

"Two Brothers, constantly fighting, one dies at the hands of the other" she spoke in a low tone as she narrowed her eyes in question on the drawing of a solo figure with wings that appeared to be diving into flames, or waves.

"How do these drawings make you feel?"

Hearing Pierce's question as he cleared his throat, she still refused to turn and look at him as she stared at one particular stick figure holding a rock with a small smudge of red marker. Feeling a shiver running down her spine as her mind started racing with questions.

You don't have questions Miriam, you desire proof of the impossible and these two are just fucking around with you

"God started it all. Had He not played favorites, who knows what would have happened and honestly, this is starting to piss me off," she breathed as Pierce opened his mouth to speak. Not able to get any words out, he turned and left the boardroom, shedding his black leather jacket as he made a beeline for his office.

"Well done Lab Rat. You've managed to frighten off the very man himself" he smiled as Miriam snapped back into reality.

"How's your nose by the way?"

Narrowing his eyes as he capped the red marker between his fingers, the Devil ignored her question as he took a step closer.

"By the way, if you have anymore questions that you would like answered, please don't hesitate to continue in writing them down" he spoke, tossing the black and red markers in his hand down onto the table.

"What?"

Catching Lucifer's dark smile as he left the boardroom. Miriam quickly crossed the floor and caught the glass door before it closed. Striding through the bull pen, she looked around for the three-piece suited man and felt the string of curses building on her tongue as she ripped open the door to the Forensic Lab. Making a beeline to her bag, she rummaged around and spotted her peach notebook. Taking it out, she flipped it open and watched as a LUX business card slipped out and fell onto the floor at her feet. Opening the page with all the questions she had written down the night before, she felt her mouth go instantly dry as she scanned her eyes over to the man's elegant scrawl.

"Son of a BITCH!"

Letting out the curse that she had felt building from the moment she had stepped foot inside the prescient that morning, Miriam Tyler, focused her eyes on the door as she tossed the book down onto the floor, just as she heard the familiar ringtone of her phone. Ripping the device out of the front pocket, her eyes narrowed as she took in the phone number of her parents in Fairfield.

"Seriously, in the middle of the week?"

Debating on whether to answer the call, she juggled the device between the palms of her hands before swiping to answer.

"Mom, I'm busy at..."

"Miriam, it's your Father."

She could count on a single hand just how many times her Father had telephoned her since she had moved to Los Angeles, and today, she could tell that something was up.

"Um, I'm actually kind of busy right now with work, can I call you…"

Hearing the deep breath exhaling on the other end of the receiver, she knew he was trying the best way to announce whatever it was that was leaving him speechless.

"Miriam, your brother, has committed suicide."

…

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