15 YEARS LATER

September, 2037

LA High School, California

"What are you gonna do about it, Morningstar?"

One of the locker halls in the school became dead silent. Students were observing the scene of a girl who had been picked on by a boy who she refused to give him her lunch money. Until someone stepped in to put a stop to it.

"Nothing. 'Cause unlike you, Mason, I don't force money out of students when I've had a bad day. Or in your case, a bad childhood."

The dark-haired boy in question played with is fist, trying so hard to seem hostile and superior among his peers who were looking, waiting for something to happen. Especially now that Rory Morningstar got involved. And knowing her back story, he decided to hit an old nerve.

"At least my father didn't abandon me."

The moment those words left his human mouth, Rory's whole vision turned red. Don't get angry. Don't get angry. Don't get angry. Her mother's words echoed in her head. Making her feel bad for the woman she so much idolized, to have to disappoint her.

"Now beat it you little freak."

A loud slam and the boy's back connected with one of the lockers. He groaned at the impact, trying to hold his pain with his hand pressed against his nose. Bleeding red.

"AURORA MORNINGSTAR, REPORT TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE. NOW!"

Rory heared the speakers above. Knowing very well how much she messed up.

"Fucking Hell."

Sitting on the lonely stairs at the front entrance of the school, is Rory. Her arms crossed on her knees, to hold her head as she contemplates how much she messed up. I got a suspension. Great. Mom's gonna totally kill me.

The fifteen-year-old combs her fingers through her short hair in an anxious manner to relieve her after jitters. I didn't want to hit him. Only scare him. But Mason's such a jerk and—

She pauses, lifting her head up as a single tear slides down her left cheek. Until it stops at the curve of her chin.

"At least my father didn't abandon me."

Her eyebrows furrow at the thought. She pulls out the sleeve of her black hoodie and removes the single teardrop.

From the corner of her eye, she sees a lonely cigarette abandoned in the shadows of the concrete steps. Rory hesitantly picks it up. I'm a miscreant now anyhow. She eyes it before placing it between her lips. She didn't have a lighter with her, so it was still pointless.

Rory chuckles in her head. Remembering about a movie she and her mom saw, where the main character had done the same thing. Only he wasn't a smoker. He just loved to pretend he had the power to ignite it. If he so pleased. The Fault in Our Stars still gets to me.

Soon a machine-like sound nears, gaining her attention. A grey Dodge Charger stops in front of the school. The window lowers and Rory sees who came to pick her up.

"I don't believe you're allowed to smoke on school property." An older man says in the driver's seat while eyeing Rory with amusement.

Rory stands up, and quickly walks down the steps to throws the cigarette in the trash bin, like it never happened.

"I think I'm in trouble enough." Rory moves over the car and opens the passenger side door to get in, mumbling the last part out. She closes the door a little to roughly. Still a bit subconsciously frustrated at the whole situation.

"What happened?"

Rory turns to his voice. The older man pulls his glasses over his greying hair, revealing his warm green eyes to her. Something her mother told her that drew her to Donnie when they first met.

"Nothing bad." She lies, looking at the road that starts moving instead of him. She crosses her arms. "Just an asshole who got what he deserved."

"Is that so?"

"Mhmm..." Rory quickly changes the subject before he would start prying her for more answers. "Why didn't my Mom pick me up?" Not that Rory minds the idea of getting a free ride home. Just that she hoped to fly back, but after what happened, her wings started acting up again. Preventing her to use them until further notice. A slight problem she would have to ask her Uncle Amenadiel about.

"She was caught up with work again. Something about scolding the rookies..." Donnie goes on, causally stopping the car at a red light. "Are you okay, kiddo?"

"Hm?" Rory makes a noise, suddenly realizing she dozed off. "Yeah. Fine."

Donnie and Rory remain silent the rest of the ride back home. He shouldn't pry too much, knowing her for almost ten years, the teenager needs her space. And Rory is definitely thankful for that.

When the two make it back home, Rory finds herself out of the car and opening the front door to the house. While making her way in, she walks into the living room, Donnie right behind her, as she finds older woman present there.

"Mom?"

Rory sees her mother putting some files inside her shoulder bag before greeting her with a smile. Even at the age of fifty-five, Chloe Decker looks as beautifully in age as ever.

"I thought you were at work?"

Chloe smiles at her daughter with a hint of worry in her blue eyes. She pulls the bag over her shoulder and walks up to her, placing a hand on her cheek. "I had to pick up some things. I heard what happened at school." Her brows furrow. "A suspension?"

"Just for three days." Rory tries to awkwardly smile it off, hoping her mother wouldn't be so mad about it.

Chloe shakes her head, the visible wrinkles on her forehead appears every time she needs to worry about her family. She eyes Donnie for a second before ultimately on her daughter. "We'll talk about this when I get back tonight. Until then, you're grounded."

"What?" Rory's face falls at hearing that. "But Mom—"

"No buts." She quickly says. Chloe's authority in the household is evident. Sometimes reasonable and other times scary good even.

The young teenager crosses her arms. "You don't even know what it was about."

"We'll talk about it later. I promise. Besides, I'll be the judge of that." She slightly smiles at her daughter, making Rory know she not in much trouble as she thinks. That is if she behaves.

Relief floods the fifteen-year-old. She often forgets how reasonable her mother is.

Before leaving for her car, Chloe's gaze connects with Donnie who remains like a statue near the wall. Not wanting to interfere with a mother parenting her child. Chloe casually walks up to him, and like she always does she leans in, placing her lips to his.

Rory sees this, and eventually drags her eyes away from the two lovebirds. Rory remembers Donnie and her mother when they started dating when she was about five or six. At first, the little Nephilim didn't like the stranger hugging and kissing her mom. Always trying to pry them apart. But over time, he grew on her. And at the end of the day, Rory likes seeing her mom happy rather than sad.

Chloe pulls back from the man and leaves a funny smile on his face. "See you on Tuesday, Don. And bring me a souvenir."

"Yes, Ma'am." He answers, doing a move with his hand like a soldier would to his commanding officer.

Knowing that Chloe's going to the precinct and that Don has a early flight sift to Gorgia, Rory quietly excuses herself to her room.

Sliding the door close, her smartwatch alerts her of call.

"Yes?"

"Girl!" The female voice shouts through the music in the room. Making Rory forget about the bad day and smile at her attempts to reach her. "You are not going to believe who just arrived at Lux..."

The music fills the club with endless waves of euphoria. People are dancing, drinking, laughing, and chilling like any other Friday night—or any night honestly. Because this is not just any ordinary club in Los Angeles. This is the Lux. Formerly owned by Mr. Lucifer Morningstar. The man who was last seen in LA fifteen years ago.

A figure watches from above the staircase. Dressed in black leather pants and a dark wine-red jacket, is none other than Rory Morningstar. Even thought of her young age, she is one of the special people who are allowed to enter Lux—courtesy of her uncle Amenadiel.

"Rory!"

Her head turns to the familiar sound of her best friend approaching the stairs.

"Soul." Rory greets her friend with a smile and open arms for the beautiful sixteen-year-old girl.

Soul pulls back with a small smile. "I heard what happened with that idiot Mason. How did your mother even let you come?" She asks while tucking a wild curly hair behind her ear.

Rory shakes her head, biting her lip. "She didn't. I'm grounded. I had to sneak out of my bedroom's window to get here."

Soul's brown eyes widen, placing her palm against her mouth. "I could never. My moms would kill me before the thought even registers in my brain. Kill me, and then ground me."

Laughter bubbles out of the two girls. Rory moves her head in disbelief. "Aunt Maze would never. Quite the opposite. She would be proud of you if you became a little more devious." Rory says it with knowing. Maze teaches her everything she wants to know. Her aunt even gave her the idea to start earning a couple bucks here. "How's everything here?"

"You can't get your mind off work, can you?" She asks, knowing fully well the answer.

"Mind off work. Yes. Mind off the price. No." Rory says eyeing the club again. She and Soul made some extra crash here by working after school. Cleaning and what not. Anything that could get Rory closer to her goal to get her a car for her sixteenth birthday.

The corner of Rory's eye sees her friend twitching posture. "C'mon say it. I didn't stumble into my mother's rose bushes for nothing." She says as she manages to pull a thorn out her hair. Rory becomes curious, nudging her brown-haired girl to continue.

"I heard there was a special quest here tonight. At first, I thought you knew, but then I realized that no way you could know, so I called and—"

"Souline!" Rory stops her from her need to babble the story longer. "Stop being so dramatic, and just tell me already."

Instead of saying, Rory's gaze follows Soul's to the back of the club where the dancers are. "See those seats there?"

Rory's brown orbs fly around until they come a stop. Seeing a someone seated and watching the show. A man.

"Apparently, his name is Mr. Morningstar."

Rory's eyes snap to Soul's just when the last word slips through her lips. "What?"

"I know. I had to double check to confirm it from security..." The rest of her words are but a blur as Rory's mind starts to spin at what she just said.

Without a word, the Nephilim back tracks from open area, anything that could make distance to the so-called man downstairs.

Her friend yells at her, but Rory barely hears her through the music blasting away. The hair on her arms rises at the idea that that man there might, or actually is him. The man who disappeared fifteen years ago. The same man who also apparently has the same name as her biological father.

"Rory!"

Hands shake her shoulder to get the girl's attention.

"He's here." Rory mumbles.

"What?"

"He's here." Rory continues to mumble. Her through going a million miles a second. Soul sees this and moves in front of her friend. Grabbing her shoulders to try to snap her out of it.

"Rory, wake up! You and I both know that this is the moment you've been dreaming about since the day you were born." She reminders, encouraging her back to the club. "If it's true, and that man down there really is Lucifer Morningstar, then you need to go and talk to him."

Rory looks at Soul, who still keeps pushing her back towards the music. "Freaking go! What are you waiting for, girl?"

Rory slowly nods at her and summoning up the courage to move on her own.

Making her way back to the club, the black-haired girl finds the stairs. Sadly, when her hands cling onto the railing, her eyebrows furrow when she can't seem to locate the man anywhere. Almost like he heard them and disappeared.

Just when Rory's hope is about to vanish, she catches the back of the man, heading up the stairs towards the elevator.

Immediately, Rory bolts after him. Past the crowd of people partying, she tries to squeeze through them, eventually bumps into tall blond in heels.

"Hey! Watch it!"

She yells just when her glasses fall to the ground. Rory feeling bad about it, picks them and reaches her arm out to give them back to the woman who's still trying to soothe her arm from the collision.

"Here. I'm sorry." Rory quickly apologizes, not leaving her any time to chitchat with the lady in the black dress as she continues to run off.

Rory finally makes her way through the dance floor and reaches the other side of the second staircase and runs up, past the people coming down. She finds the hall leading up to the elevator and sprints to it. Catching a glimpse of him entering, his back still towards her. Unfortunately, the moment she's nears it, the doors of the elevator already move.

"Damn it!" She slaps her hands across the door just when they close. Her gaze catches the number above the elevator door, and she quickly realize where the man's heading. "The penthouses."

For a moment, Rory debates to use her wings to fly up, but remembering her earlier problem of them not coming out today, she quickly starts thinking of plan B.

Her gaze finds the door the stairs and heads for it. Grabbing the handle and pulling it open, she runs up the steps as fast as she can. Her adrenalin fueling her mission.

Finally, making her way up, exhausted and almost out of breath, she finds the hallway leading to the spare escape door—that her mother had told her to use in case of an emergency—that leads to their penthouse.

Opening the door, she catches her breath, and tries to still her breathing to listen as she grows alert.

The lights are off in the penthouse, and there doesn't seem to be anyone here. Rory inhales, the hairs on the back of her neck rising in fear at the idea that she might accidently bump into Lucifer Morningstar.

The air is still, and the place is quiet when the girl finally decides to investigate the place. Rory makes her way inside, her guard up. Searching for any resemblance of somebody residing in the dark and cold room.

I haven't been here in months. Rory eyes the faint dust on the bar counter. Her eyes narrow when she gets closer.

She stops. Her brown orbs see a fresh handprint on the marble surface. Much larger than her small ones.

She shakes her head. He's here.

"Caught you Devil-handed."

Rory's mouth becomes dry as the dessert. She tries to soothe it by swallowing. For years she has wondered absence of her biological father. The reason why he disappeared so suddenly without a trace nor a clue that her mother could solve.

And now, the realization strucks Rory like train wreck. If Lucifer—her father—is really here, the what the fucking hell was she supposed to say to him?

She's slightly stressed thought. Rory fears the real reason why Lucifer left them fifteen years ago.

Her mother told her he disappeared without a trace. Other people say he abandoned them. That or he got tired and desired a life more exhilarating than the one he would have on earth. Of course, there was the theory that he might have died that night instead.

Rory doesn't know what to believe. Subconsciously she hopes everything is wrong about the rumors. Like deep down, she wants to believe that her father would never abandon her. But alas, these were the thoughts that kept her up at night. Sometimes even her dreams were haunted by these questions.

Suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck rise, and Rory stills. A breeze fills the room, making the curtains move by the action.

She's hesitant. Scratch that. Rory is extremely hesitant to turn around. But she knows if she didn't, she might be asking those questions for the rest of her life.

Her front moves towards the breeze, and her gaze lands on the man standing ten feet away from her.

He stands on the balcony. His majestic wings—much larger than her own—are out and wide in the darkness. She can't catch the shade of color but sees that they are a light tone. Just like hers.

Rory's lips part in ways, her voice but a whisper even proves it.

"Lucifer."

DIVINE

means godlike, heavenly, and angelic, but it also simply means something that is naturally perfect in every shape or form. As we have seen in the show Lucifer, divinity isn't often as perfect as we might assume, but rather a sense that something can be that way.

A/N

Well. Well. Well. My precious detectives, who could it be? Is it indeed Lucifer? Or perhaps Michael? Let me know in the reviews.

To answer my beloved SPCLjmm's question in the last chapter:

It's not that Lucifer can't be there with her. It's that the timeloop will not exist if Rory grows up with him (Rory is the key to Lucifer realizing his purpose).

When I first watched the season final I didn't understand the plot at all. After a couple retries I understood, and it's actually not as complicated as we all might think. The whole reason for the time loop to exist, Rory must become angry at Lucifer.(Not that I agree with this approach, alas, it is what it is, but I do respect the producers and writes for going with this.) Apperantly, it seems that Rory's timetravel powers only work whenever she becomes angry. Like rage angry. And finally she can time travel to 2021. And the other reason is that she is the only one that inspires Lucifer to become a healer/therapist. (Now I know what you might be thinking. But Lucifer would have come to this revelation one day, which yes, is true. But let me remind you that Lucifer is about thirteen billion years old and it took his time traveling daughter to spell it out for him. Which in a weird way makes sense to his character being a dumb all sometimes. Like whenever he would talk to Linda and get things wrong. Needing countless episodes sometimes before he relalizes what she had ment.)

I hope this made some sense :)

And to anyone else reading. I know that the last season had many plot holes, like any other story, but at the end of the day, it is simply just that. A STORY. And in my opinion, a beautiful one at that. And like in life, nothing is always perfect. Not everybody gets a fairytale ending.

I know a lot of you are angry and frustrated at it, but I hope you don't take out your anger on this one. Like you, I am a superfan of the series and I honestly love the world and the way this story has evolved.

To sum up my message is that I want to exlpore this story the way season 6 didn't. I will try to stay true to the characters and the plot as much as I can. Because I if I had the power to write a spin-off for Lucifer, this would be the one.

I hope to see you in the next chapter when we finally find out more.

P.S. Please leave a review if you think I should continue to post this story here. And remember! You all are amazing to me!

Happy New Year everyone!

Love ya!