His wings appear quicker than the wind that brushes through Rory's hair. They look majestic before her gaze. And they're shape matches hers, but they also seem much bigger up close. He seems to be looking at the city as his back is towards her. He must be Lucifer. My father. Rory realizes.

The Nephilim takes a step closer to get a better look at him, but in doing so makes the Angel's wings stretch. Ready to take off.

"No! Wait!"

Too late.

Rory yells for him not to move, but his wings already lift him up and he's gone in a blink of an eye. Out of the penthouse, gone from the balcony.

"No!" Young Rory runs to the edge. Her hands collide with the cold glass railing. Her gaze falls to the streets bellow where Lucifer had flown to. "Oh, no you don't." You're not getting away this easy.

No time for thinking—like by instinct deep within her blood—she pulls herself over the glass barrier and jumps after him.

Hoping for God knows what, that by doing so would shock her wings out of hiding and stretch out from the need to fly. But instead of doing what she hopes, her wings seem to still protest and instead of helping her out. Suddenly reminding her of the familiar ache in her shoulders from earlier.

"No-Not now!" Just when I need you! Rory continues to fall, leaving gravity to pull her closer to the ground below. A scream slips from her mouth as she starts to see the street getting closer by the second. Why does this always keep happening to me!?

She closes her eyes and protects her face with her hands as the city street is about to greet her in excruciating pain.

But before she could kiss the ground, something grabs ahold of her sides and quickly pulls her up.

The sudden change in speed makes Rory carefully command herself to peel her eyes open. Her lips part in surprise at the sight of red and yellow glow of the traffic lights blur underneath her by the speed that she's flying.

She? Rory realizes she's wrong. She looks up and finds the man she was searching for, carring her like a little lion cub in his grasp. All the while the Angel—smoothly and with experience—manoeuvres around the city with ease.

This is not all. For the first time, Rory actually sees up close what his wings really look like. Bright orange with each individual feather covered by burning fire. Making his whole persona be lit in a flaming glow. Like a light source no one has ever seen before.

The way the man flies in the air is unbelievable. Incredible even. Rory has yet to master the art of flying at the speed he's going at. At the same time while he's holding her, he manages to avoid all the skyscrapers and even make it seem like he's just gliding across the city of Los Angeles.

Rory's hammering heartbeat finally starts to relax when the Angel suddenly has enough and turns around to head back to the safety of Lux.

Flying their way back to the tall building, the Angel carefully places Rory down onto the terrace. The moment her feet touch the floor, she whips her head around and backs off. The movement makes her dizzy and the sight of the man in front of her isn't helping.

"What the fuck?" She exhales, realizing what just happened.

To her surprise, he looks nothing like the pictures in her family album of her real father. The man or say, as Rory finally sees, looks much younger up close. Eighteen or maybe even nineteen years old. The hair is too blond and too messy. His eyes are blue as the sky and he may as well be a student at her high school. He has no stubble and is wearing a black leather jacket and pants. Lacking the distinctive suit style Lucifer Morningstar would always be seen in. But this person may as well be an impostor, because the resemblance is still very apparent, almost like he's—

Rory's eyebrows narrow. "Who the Hell do you think you are!" She yells and thoughtlessly whips out her hand to smack the boy across the face. But the sound of skin colliding never registers in the Nephilim's ears.

However, just as fast, the boy swiftly catches her wrist in a tight grip. Almost like warning her to try something like that again. Rory grits her teeth, seeing that he just prevented her from slapping the dude senseless.

"Your brother for starters."

Her face widens as the new angelic voice registers in her ears. Still in a daze of what just happened. Rory thought for sure she was caught by her father.

Your brother—

My—

Rory gazes at him as the blue pair of eyes watch her with intrigue. Almost like he's as shocked to see her as well.

The young Nephilim starts to slowly move her head, shaking. She pulls her hand from his grasps.

"No."

The boy's eyes narrow in confusion as if he said something wrong or untrue.

"No. You're not." Rory refuses to believe the information she has just been given. "Very funny. Where are you?"

"What?" He asks, still confused.

Rory turns away from him and starts to shuffle through the penthouse, moving curtains and objects around her. "Where are the cameras? If this another one of your stupid pranks, Charlie, I swear I'll have your wings stappled against your bedroom wall!"

As Rory keeps shouting and trying to find the so called 'cameras', the boy in question hides his wings back inside of him and eyes her turning the room upside down.

"You don't believe me." He slowly walks inside, seeing the black-haired girl moving the pillows on the couch around. "Do you?"

Rory sighs in defeat, giving up on the search. She walks past him to the elevator and pushes her thumb against a sensor next to the door.

"Nope." She says, avoiding his gaze. There was no way she's going to believe that she has a brother. In existence. Right now. Right here. No way. That isn't possible.

Her hope of seeing the door open is quickly dismissed as hand near her extends and presses a different button, the opposite of opening it.

Rory glares at him and proceeds to slap the touchpad again. But just like she, he copies her action with a devilish smile plastered on his face.

"Quit it!" She snarls.

"You quit it." He laughs.

The boy apparently finds this funny and continues to play until Rory finally loses it and breaks the buttons by slamming into it with a fist. Resulting in the elevator doors to open and letting her walk inside.

Rory inhales at the sight of his taller frame waiting near the door. Not even trying to accompany her. She shakes her, hoping this is all just a bad dream.

"You're lying." She says, feeling relief when the doors finally start closing. "I don't have a brother."

The boy sadly furrows his eyebrows at Rory's choice of words. Almost like they hurt.

"Why would I lie to you..."

The conversation between the two gets cut off as the doors close shut. Leaving a shocked Rory to descend to the lower levels of the building. Her gaze falls down as she presses her back against the wall.

A sneaky hand extends out to quietly unlock the front door of her house. It's late. Almost midnight when Rory finally comes home from Lux.

She carefully closes the door, locks it and sighs in relief. Her back leans against the door as she feels relieved to finally get out of that absurd predicament. Rory decides to head to sleep for the rest of the night, and starts making her way through the dark house until she finds her bedroom door.

Rory's hand barely touches the knob before the lights turn on. Shit. She swallows, squeezing her eyes closed and curses at herself for not using her brain for not coming in through her bedroom window instead of the front door.

"Aurora Remi Morningstar."

The corners of Rory's lips already start wiggling into a you've-been-busted-and-you-know-it smile, when she hears her mother's disapproving voice.

Rory turns around and sees Chloe sitting on the living room couch, in her nightrobe

Her arms are crossed in front of her chest and obviously upset about something.

"Mom."

"I can't believe you snuck out!" She says with a louder voice now. "You haven't pulled a stunt like this in years."

"I haven't had a reason to in years."

"Where were you?"

"At Lux with Soul." Rory says honestly, avoiding her mother's gaze. She makes her way to the kitchen, knowing fully well that Chloe would just follow her to keep interrogating her. Rory knows better than to keep something from Chloe. That and she can always trust her. "I was supposed to meet someone."

She says hiding the saddens from her voice while she grabs a can of soda from the fridge and opens it. She didn't want to tell Chloe she was expecting to find Lucifer. Rory didn't want to give false hope for her sweet mother who has probably been looking for the man for years. But with no such luck.

"And did you?" Chloe asks, softening her tone as she watches Rory occupy herself with a drink. At the same time wondering or dreading the day when that can of soda might turn into a glass of rum.

"No. They weren't who I expected them to be. So, I left and came home." Rory finishes her sweet beverage, placing the now empty can on the surface of the kitchen isle. She sighs, leaning her back against it.

Chloe sees it in Rory's posture of how disappointed she feels. Deep down, her maternal instincts assume a better reason for her daughter's sudden change in attitude. No doubt she received a clue from someone and went to find her missing father. This isn't the first time Rory has ventured out for a reason like that.

"And about Mason." Rory suddenly starts talking again, this time connecting her gaze with her mother's blue eyes. "I didn't just start the fight because he said some things to me. He stole lunch money from a girl again. It wasn't fair. So, I stopped it." Her chest starts to rise and fall at the memory. Things like that rile Rory up whenever she witnesses injustice to that degree. She can't help but step in.

The corner of Chloe's lip slowly rises at what Rory just admitted. Yes, hurting people is wrong, but the way her daughter already speaks of justice and how she sees what's wrong and right in front of her, makes her smile with pride.

"Oh, my little, Caterpillar." Chloe says—using one of her favorite nicknames—while placing her palms against Rory's cheeks, lifting her saddened gaze to hers. Chloe wants to tell her daughter how much Rory reminds her of Lucifer. But instead, she says the next best thing. "You're just like Trixie. She couldn't tolerate bullies very well either."

Hearing about her favorite sister, makes Rory smile again.

"Tomorrow I'll talk to your principal." Chloe promises, while wiping away a random tear drop that slithers down Rory's cheek. She presses her nose against hers, making them both start to chuckle. "I promise I'll try to ease some of tension. Don't worry, okay."

"I love you, Mom." Rory laughs. "You're the best."

Chloe pulls back, smiling. Always ready to cheer up her children. "I love you, too. Now go to bed, Rory. It's late." She kisses her daughter's forehead before making her way back to her bedroom. Leaving behind a relaxed Rory who decides to treat herself with a small midnight snack before bed.

Finding the pantry, Rory opens the door, and her gaze falls onto the shelf filled with sweets. To her disappointment, the last two of her favorite chocolate chip muffins are missing.

"Hey, Mom?" She calls her from the kitchen, hoping her mother would know. "Did you eat all my muffins?"

"No." Chloe's voice is muffled as she answers from inside her room. "Don must've."

Rory's face wrinkles at the thought of Chloe's boyfriend doing this. She even mumbles the last part out. "No. He would always ask me first..." Feeling defeated and tired from the day's events—and not having enough energy to ponder over who ate the last two muffins, Rory closes the door and heads for her room.

As she places her hand on her bedroom door and slides it open, her eyes widen for just a second before she glares at the person in her room.

"What're you doing here?" She says as she heads in, quickly closing the door behind her. At all the places in LA, she did not expect the blond-haired boy to be here. Much less her bedroom.

The boy he met earlier is now comfortably laying back on her queen-sized bed flipping through her Sandman comics with ease. Candy wrappers scattered on the nightstand of the missing muffins Rory wondered about a moment ago.

Bastard.

"I was bored. Had nothing better to do." He says, not taking his eyes off the page as he casually keeps reading.

Rory grits her teeth behind her closed thin lined lips, and snatches the comic from his hand, placing it back onto the bedside table.

"Hey, not cool, I was reading that!"

"Get out of my bed!" Rory starts to yell at the weirdo, but then remembers that her mother is in the other room, she immediately lowers her voice. "Right. Now."

His elbows push him, prompting him up as he looks at her with that exact same amused smile that somehow manages to annoy Rory even more. "Or what, Dweeb?"

Rory's anger starts to blossom inside her the longer she stares at the provokingly cocky bastard. But funnily enough, the more she focuses on his blue eyes the more she feels familiarity in them. She quickly blinks her eyelids and shakes off the weird feeling. Then without thinking, pulls him from the bed, letting him fall against the floor. Resulting in his head being hit against the table.

"Ow." He groans in pain, holding the back of his head.

Rory's lip twitches for second, holding back a laugh that would escape. "Doofus."

"Rory, what's going on there?" Chloe's voice is heard from within the house.

The Nephilim's head snaps to the door. "Nothing, Mom. Go back to sleep!" She turns back to the boy on the floor.

"Why would you lie to your own mother?" He whispers, still soothing the bump on the side of his head.

"And tell her what? That Damon Salvatore wondered inside my bedroom and got lost under the covers? No thank you." She answers quickly. No way in Hell was she going to ruin her mother's mood again and get busted for having a boy in her room.

"Now that's a little mellow dramatic, don't you think, Rory?" He's quick to comeback, making Rory start to question how much this guy knows about one of her favorite TV shows.

Rory wants to deny the thought. Not even letting him maintain his balance before ultimately, she pulls the boy to stand up and starts pushing him towards her window.

"No way am I going to get caught with you in here. I got problems enough on my plate right now." She says, opening the window.

"I thought you were gay—" He manages to say before Rory—without warning—pushes him headfirst out of her room.

She hears noise of the fall that is thankfully suppressed by her mother's flower bushes below the window. Rory's head peeks out and eyes him between the flowers with a smirk plastered on her pretty face.

"I am." She happily says and shuts the window, closing the curtains. Her smile on the other hand falls when she realizes what he just said. How did he—

Just when she turns around, Rory gasps when she's startled by the tall six-foot three enigma before her. Still continuing to pluck the twigs and leaves out of his messy blond hair.

"How did you know that? I've never told anyone." Rory's eyebrows furrow as she pauses to reflect. "Who are you?"

"Aiden Morningstar."

"What?"

"Like I said before, dear sister." He pulls the last leaf from his hair, eyeing it before letting it drop. "I am your brother."

"But—" Rory, still trying to find a reason for him to be wrong, suddenly feels that familiar feeling when she stops to focus on his eyes again. The weird feeling inside soon starts to reassure her that this person is infact telling the truth. Like deep down, she wants to believe him because she knows him—knows him. "How?"

"Well—" He starts looking around the place. "Not from here, of course."

"Then where?"

"More like when." He says, pushing his hands inside his jacket while he leans against the nearby wall. "2080 to be exact."

"I'm guessing you didn't come all this way just to harass, I mean, annoy me?"

"I was hoping when I found you, then you would help me get back home."

"Help you?" Rory crosses her hands against her chest. "What, to get back to the asylum? You do know you sound ridiculous, right? I'm sorry, but how the Hell am I supposed to help you get back home?"

"Because you—" He pauses abruptly. His eyes fall in defeat, lowering himself against the floor. Burring his fingers in his hair. "You don't even know, do you, Rory?"

"Know what?" Rory holds back the need to roll her eyes and tries but fails to understand this person. "That you're the mocking jay from the Hunger Games and I'm actually a monkey's uncle?"

The boy named Aiden, lifts his head to meet his sister's gaze with worry. "You're the reason I'm here in the first place."

SUCCESSOR

means a person who will succeed another or one that follows. Like the one who will succeed the throne, a title, or is simply the form of next generation.

SUCCESSORS

mean multiple persons that come after another. Like kings and queens, princes and princesses, sons and daughters.

A/N

Mr. Morningstar, was he not?

Fun fact. One of the biggest clues was in the prologue where Lucifer and Chloe ponder over the idea of having a son in the future.

But I'm really proud of you guys for still guessing who he was. Like how SPCLjmm crossed off Michael because of his lack of wings. Or how kelleygaither2000 got so close when she guessed Charlie. You sure are quite the detectives. But keep your eyes out. This will not be the last mystery to solve.

I don't know about you guys, but I smell another time loop coming. Please don't hate me for this. But on another side note, what do you guys think of Aiden so far? Let me know in the reviews.

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