Chapter 19
Lucifer's Pov
The last time I visited a church was two years ago when Ella asked me to come to her local church as a favour. I often don't go to churches due to how they blindly waste their precious time believing in my father who doesn't share a bit of interest in humanity. Also, in the past, there have been a few times when humans caused some blood-soaked carnage inside churches in my honour.
This new murder case was inside a convent, the exact location was in a beautiful cloister covered with flat, stone floors and parts of the setting had green plants and tall palm trees neatly spread around. In the centre is a huge, circular shape printed on the stone floor, with metal barriers covering half of the shape and a golden statue by the side. In the middle of the circular floor was a dead nun which spoiled the alluring setting.
A part of me felt unsure of the detective recruiting me for a leadership position, however I remained docile to my new status and was prepared to take control. If the detective had trust in me, then why shouldn't I? After all, I have worked with the best detectives I've known and I've learnt a thing or two. What could go wrong?
I entered the lovely cloister where I instantly saw a deceased woman lying on the floor with yellow police tape surrounding her body. She looked too young and innocent for her life to be taken. Officer Carol was already there with a forensic scientist examining the dead body, he was writing details in his notepad. Not seeing Miss Lopez there working already twisted my stomach in penitence for scaring her away.
After ducking underneath the yellow tape, I approached Carol and asked, "So, what do we have?"
"The victim is Sister Victoria, a.k.a. Victoria Reynard" Carol explained as I studied the cold look on the nun's face, I could see that the young woman was too young and innocent to die. Carol continued, "She was a novitiate who hadn't even taken her final vows yet. Cause of death, blunt force trauma, back of the head. Looks like it happened during a struggle."
"What's that around her neck?" I indicated when I spotted the bruised line around Victoria's neck. There was obviously a sign of a struggle but what puzzled me was that there wasn't a single part of the bruising that was caused by something with a pointy angle. Instead, the bruising in the middle of Victoria's neck looks like it was marked by something with a smooth curve, I added, "The bruising on her neck doesn't match the cross."
"Yeah, that confused me, too. Maybe the necklace wasn't a cross" Carol concurred as I gazed a bit closer at the bruised mark, yet I couldn't figure out what caused it.
I faced back at Carol, "Who found the body?"
"One of these nuns" Carol pointed out and aimed his finger at the group of concerned nuns.
"Watch and learn" I instructed the young rookie as I strolled towards the nuns, half were quite young and the other half were a bit older.
"Excuse me, sisters!" I called out and all five nuns turned around and faced me. Of course, their eyes were filled with amazement when they spotted my charming face, as I continued, "Which one of you dear, half-virgin nuns found the body?"
"I did" a friendly, Chinese nun who was the youngest among them, stepped forward and with a blushing smile, "I'm Sister Mary. I was the first to leave my cell this morning and found the body."
"Cell? Like a prison. I used to be in a similar position" I quietly uttered to myself.
"Sister Victoria, what was she like recently? Was she upset or mad about anything?" I asked, darting my stare from one face to another trying to catch any sign of suspicious.
Young Sister Mary was about to answer with a deep worried look on her sad face, "Well, Sister Victoria did just find out-"
"That she was being accepted into our order" another nun with white skin and ginger hair interrupted Sister Mary, not suspicious at all. She tried to act as casual and normal as possible, "We are so blessed God sent you here to find who did this, Detective."
"Oh, yes. Well, that's what dear old dad does. Sends the plagues, sends the flood and then drops a dead nun" I joked but, as expected, there weren't many chuckles afterwards. I quickly became serious again and focused back on the case, "So then, none of you were here when Sister Victoria was here?"
"No, sorry" Sister Mary shook her head and the other nuns behind her copied the same position while lowering their heads in sorrow.
Swiftly, I turned around and Officer Carol followed beside me before we walked away and stood away from the nun to have a private conversation. Carol questioned, "They're lying about something?"
"Well, of course. They're nuns, they not just hiding their hair" I replied with a cheeky tone.
"So, what now?" he looks up to me.
"Question time. Come on" I suggested, "Should we do the classic technique, typical good cop, bad cop?"
"Actually, I would like to see how you lead this" Carol answered.
"Very well, then" I nodded, but it felt weird for me to take the lead for the interrogation because I usually back up the leader, like the Detective or Sir Douche. However, I believe it should be fine due to my abundance of experience and great confidence.
Officer Carol arranged a quiet room in the convert for us to interrogate the nuns, one by one, in hopes of finding a lead. The small room was lightened up by the sunlight through the glass windows, there was a wooden table big enough for me and Officer Carol to sit on the same side. Eventually, the interrogation commenced when we requested our first nun to come in.
"We really appreciate you talking to us" Carol started as he pulled out a new page from his notebook with his pen out ready to write down notes.
"Oh, absolutely. I..." an older, white nun nodded but she was lost for words when she shifted her gaze to my elegant face, it was like seeing a beautiful miracle appearing for the first time, "…I feel like I can tell you anything."
I leaned to my side closer to Carol as he did the same thing towards me, quietly whispering near his ear, "Pay attention, this is where they spill their interesting and dirty secrets."
Baffled at first, but Carol quickly followed my small order and started questioning, "Uh, do you know of anyone who had a grudge against Sister Victoria?"
"Well, I'm not sure" she muttered slightly shaking her head, it was a bad start.
The second nun, a middle-aged, white woman came for the interrogation, and we asked the same question. We expected that she would give us the same dispiriting answer, until she responded positively, "Yes. I do."
Music to our ears, we lifted our heads in spirit with pleased smiles on our faces and Carol asked, "Great. Who?
"Why, the Devil, of course" she answered in an obvious tone.
We signed in disappointment, and I indicated, "Rest assured, I was at home looking for the right paintings for my unborn offspring."
We began questioning Sister Joan, an older, black woman was sat down in front of us, I repeated the same question, "Is there anything you wish to tell us?"
"You are the most beautiful person I've ever seen" she blurted out with a heavenly smile. Carol was shocked by her sudden response however I looked admired by her sweet compliment.
"Oh, sister, stop it" I replied with a flattered smile, meanwhile Carol darted his surprised gaze between me and the nun, wondering what was happening.
"Sister Joan, do you know of anyone who would want to hurt Sister Victoria?" Carol tried to redirect the nun back to the main plot of the interrogation.
Sister Joan turned to face the copper with a hopeless look, "Oh. Right. No, I don't. Sorry. I don't know who would want to kill that wonderful soul."
After Sister Joan left the room, Carol and I were saddened by the lack of answers and conclusions. We leaned back on our chairs, and I moaned, "How many nuns do we have left?"
"A few more" Carol checked her notepad and answered. I swear there's a place in hell similar to this situation, where dammed souls are stuck in a timeless loop where they constantly trying to find answers based on their sad, life crisis.
The following nun was Sister Mary, the sweet nun who we encountered earlier, who arrived in the room and sat down in front of us. She tried to look calm, yet it was plain to see the anxiety spreading all over the nun's face.
"You okay? You look nervous" Carol pointed out her odd behaviour.
"I'm fine, thank you" she nodded however her shaking voice betrayed her calm façade.
"Sister, when we first met, you were going to tell me something important" I recalled when Sister Mary was trying to tell us something outside, "What were you going to say to me, sister?"
"Yes. It was a secret" Sister Mary murmured, "But who can lie to those gorgeous eyes?"
Carol was still stunned by another nun's compliments, but I, on the other hand, was amused once more by their sweet compliment. I replied with an admired grin, "That was very pleasant of you to say. I could tell that you are a woman of integrity. You always like to tell the truth."
"Of course" Sister Mary nodded with a proud smile, she was taken by my appealing voice.
"Good, because you know, I have high respect for those who stand by the truth, so could you tell us the little secret" I leaned forward and grew a captivated grin, and my eyes searched deeper through her vulnerable pupils to seek the truth. Sister Mary quietly gulped as she was captivated by my charming eyes while I was hooking and pulling out her hidden secrets from her open mouth.
"Well… I love my sisters, we're like family" the nun paused as she hesitated to spill the truth, "But, I have some doubts."
"What is it your desire to tell me?" I repeated my question as my gentle and convincing voice lured Sister Mary into becoming more open. She couldn't take her stare away from my hypnotic eyes as I could sense Sister Mary was very close to revealing her secret.
"It's our Mother Superior, I'm afraid her past may have caught up with her" Sister Mary's eyes were filled with guilt as she dropped her gaze to the table.
"What do you mean?" I questioned further, intrigued by the hidden mystery behind Mother Superior's character.
After taking in a deep breathe, Sister Mary raised her head again and gazed back at me, "Mother Superior had to do the unspeakable many years ago."
"Which was?" Carol joined in the conversation and Sister Mary turned to face the officer.
"She murdered a man" her small but shocking words hit us harder than we predicted. Carol and I shared a shocked look before staring back at Sister Mary as she continued, "Mother Angelica was married once and he was not a good man, and she killed him in self-dense. Then, she ran away and joined this convent and has been here ever since."
"Who else knew about this?" I asked.
"We all knew and we've been trying to protect her ever since she joined the convent" she answered.
"Do you think she might have something to do with Victoria's murder?" Carol's question dives deeper into breaking Sister Mary's trust in Mother Angelica.
She confessed in shame, "I have faith in my sister, but uncertainty is my sin."
"Thank you, Sister, that will do" the interrogation finished, and I was pleased to say that it finished successfully.
Carol guided Siter Mary out of the room while I leaned back against my chair and I grew a satisfied smile, "Quite a confession there."
"Yeah" Carol nodded while walking back to the table, "How did you do that back there? With the eye-thingy?"
"I've got some very special skills that come in handy" I smirked, without going into full detail.
"So, do you think our victim found out the truth and wanted to go to the police, and Mother Angelica tried to silence her?" Carol theorised.
"Possibly, though it's a bit of a stretch for our killer" I replied while pushing my chair back so I could stand up and gently pull down the front part of my suit jacket.
"So, what now?" the rookie questioned.
"I'll call Detective Decker to dig into Angelica's background" I instructed. Carol instantly pulled out his phone getting ready to call the Detective, before I ended with a joke, "You can bring in our main suspect and we question finally this Murder Superior."
A light chuckle escaped from Carol's lip, "I see what you did there."
After contacting the detective to find some dirt on Mother Angelica and send it to us, we arranged for the Mother Superior to be integrated into our small room. The elderly nun sat down in front of us while Carol and I sat on the opposite side, Mother Angelica seemed so calm and normal, probably a perfect mask for murder. I leered at the thought that trying to break Mother Superior's character was a compelling challenge.
"So, Mother Angelica, tell us your thoughts on Sister Victoria?" I started the questioning.
"She had a kind soul and a heart full of grace. I will pray every night for her passing" Mother Angelica answered with such sorrow painted all over her face. However, I didn't fall for her pity just yet, as I suspected that this was just part of her façade.
"We've heard some rather interesting facts about you, Mother Superior. Care, to share?" I asked as Carol pulled out his phone. On his phone screen, he revealed an image of Mother Angelica when she was young and was arrested. Her face was flushed with disappointment and dejection.
Mother Angelica began explaining her story, "I grew up in Puerto Rico, in the worst neighbourhood you could imagine, like Hell on Earth."
"I highly doubt that but continue" I delicately interrupted.
"When I married young, but my husband became cold and brutal and I… killed a man in self-defence" she gulped down the pain from remembering her past, "I fled here to escape retribution, and eventually found reconciliation in the arms of God."
I huffed to myself in a mocking tone when Mother Angelica mentioned the name of my father. Carol hopped in and asked, "But Sister Victoria found out the truth, didn't she?"
"She did. I informed her last week" she calmly nodded.
"But she didn't accept it, did she? She was going to report you, and you felt like you had to defend yourself once again? Having that thought of taking another life?" I leaned forward and hoped my words would push her buttons and it would break Mother Angelica's confidence. Unfortunately, my harsh words didn't crack the nun's spirit.
"No. She was so understanding, as all my sisters have been" she replied with a sweet voice, however Carol and I were disappointed by her answer. Expecting Mother Angelica to confess to the murderous crime and we would bring justice to our victim. Mother Angelica continued, "Detectives, I didn't kill her. In fact, I was leading prayers when Sister Victoria was murdered."
"Yes, well, your alibi is a bunch of nuns who just showed that they will do anything for you" I mentioned, cornering her in a position of scepticism.
"Are you sure there isn't anything else you want to tell us?" I leaned forward with a small smirk and locked my stare with Sister Angelica's plain eyes.
In my head, I predicted the nun was instantly going to fall for charm like the rest nuns before her, but instead, Mother Angelica just grinned softly and hummed, "I can see why my sisters were so eager to talk with you."
Annoyed that the nun was one the tough nuts to crack, but I charmingly smirked at the end, "Well, you can't blame them."
"Excuse me" Carol stood up and left the room to answer an incoming call on his phone, but Mother Angelica wasn't finished talking.
"If there was more to tell, I would, but that's all I have. The truth is I had nothing to do with Sister Victoria's death" Sister Angelica continued, and the more she talked the more I started to feel that there was no deceitfulness in her words, "Everything else is in God's hands. If this is the path, then he must have his reasons."
Loathing the sound of the nun repeating my father's name, I loudly scoffed and rolled my eyes. Sister Angelica didn't look offended but was curious by my hostile reaction, "You don't believe in God?"
"Oh, I don't need to believe in him when I already sadly know he's real, I just find it ludicrous for someone to put their whole life and faith in the hands of someone who barely does anything for them" I disputed my view of mortals wasting their faiths in God.
From bad, childhood experiences, I know what it was like to have faith in God, an almighty being until that special bond crumpled and God cast you aside. This nun had no idea what God was really like, instead of a lovely father that everyone believed, he was a cruel bastard who neglected his family and never said anything a word to his children unless it was important to him. It made me sick when most people would say the nicest things about my father without knowing the emotional crimes he committed.
My words surprisingly intrigued Sister Angelica as though she was accepting a debate challenge, she straightened her back as she rested against her chair, "I know that look in your eyes. Over the years our convent has taken in many women and has helped many people like you."
"People like me?" I raised an eyebrow and grew a challenging grin. If only she knew I was nothing like the 'many people.'
"Lost, not just in faith but in themselves" her words were meant to be meaningless to my ears until they started to slither beneath my skin. It was as if she was reading me like a book and could identify some of the personal problems I've been dealing with recently; about my lack of faith in being a good father.
"So, do you have more faith in yourself or God?" I questioned. It might be childish, but I was tempted to provoke and demean the length of this nun's belief.
"I have faith in many things. I have faith in you, Detective… Lucifer? Is it?" Sister Angelica reasonably looked bemused when she evoked my name.
"Having faith in the Devil, are we?" I scoffed, "Not really a good look on you, Sister."
"Even Jesus had faith in Judas" she stated with a calm look.
"I met Judas once, even back then they had arrogant pricks" I deadpanned before standing up and walking away before the nun would carry on with this absurd conversation about me or my father.
Once we were all up and done with the interrogation, Carol and I travelled back to the precinct and spent our valuable time digging up more dirt on our suspicious nuns. Realising how shy and quiet Carol has been around me, I figured it wouldn't be tiresome for me to
I spotted a cup of coffee on Detective Douche's desk and since he wasn't around, I assumed it would be wasteful to let it get cold and tasteless. Therefore, I took Douche's coffee cup and strolled towards the break area where Officer Carol was standing by the vending machine and hands him over the cup.
"Personal barista at your service. Better drink it before Detective Douche notice" I warned him in case Douche comes rolling in and starts making a fuss.
"Oh, thanks but I don't drink coffee" he kindly smiled.
"Ooh, a man after my own heart. Here, got my speciality" I put the coffee cup down on a table and took out my flash from the inside pocket of my jacket and was about to pour some of my whiskey into the coffee.
"Oh, no, no" Carol rapidly stopped me, "I'm good, thank you."
At the same time, one of our young and friendliest officers, Luna Cacuzza, walked past us while looking at some papers attached to a clipboard, but I also caught her giving a seductive stare at Carol. He acted as if nothing happened however, as an expert in sexy attraction, I could sense some temptation vibrating from behind Carol's pants.
I grew a teasing smirk, "Something growing in your pants, Carol?"
"What?" Carol realised that I spotted those alluring stares exchanged from Luna, but he instantly denied it with a fake smile, "No!, No, no, it's nothing."
"You sure? You don't want to get lucky with Cacuzza in the evidence room?" I winked with a wolfish grin.
"No, of course not" Carol shakes his head with an embarrassed look like a kid denying his misdeeds to their guardian.
"Oh, you're gay?" I asked, wondered that perhaps Carol is more into dicks than slits.
"No, I like girls. I mean, I'm definitely into girls" he disclosed his sexual interest.
"Yet, you are stuck in your own shell" I stare down at Carol and see the loneliness hidden in his eyes but also a hidden desire. To find out to understand his wants and needs, I decided it was a good time to use my mojo. I took a step forward and locked my eyes with his, "Tell me, Carol, what is it you truly desire?
Instantly, Carol was glued to my hypnotic gaze as he started to stutter, "I… I… I want someone who I have a special connection with, romantic even."
"Oh, I see. You want sex" I gleefully stated. Truthfully, I did at first assumed that Carol might have a dull but amicable personality like Detective Douche, but I was thrilled to hear that Carol was actually searching for some excitement which made him more interesting.
"No! What? No!" his voice became quieter while trying to get me to be at the same volume level.
"Well, you are in luck, my friend, because you are looking at a literal inventor of sex and good times" I proudly announced.
Carol replied with a hopeless laugh, "Yeah, no, I am pretty sure I don't need your help. Besides, if I've gone this long..."
"Oh, I see. I mean, I get a bit squirrelly myself after a dry patch, or thousands of years at least" I mentioned since I have been staying in Hell for thousands of years, over two Earthly months, without the detective. I asked, "How long's it been exactly?"
"I... I don't know, 14, maybe 15..." he mumbled quietly as though he was trying to conceal his shame.
"Days? Oh, that is awful but never unsolvable" I try to sound supportive near the end to show that it's never too late to get back in the game, however Carol still didn't look convinced.
He exhaled in a deep breathe and his voice became quitter before revealing, "More like… Months."
Unexpectedly, my body froze like a statue and my straight face was consumed with puzzlement, but I broke the stillness and turned my head to the side so my ear was closer to hear better, "I'm sorry, would you repeat that again, please."
This time Carol leans a bit forward and repeats himself, "15 months."
"15 months with sex?!" I couldn't stop myself from roaring out my shock with my eyes widening in deep astonishment.
"Shh!" he tried to shush me.
"How can you even walk properly?" I questioned as I did a quick study on his steady, mortal legs. He was walking like a normal, virgin human, and there were no muscle strains around his hips and thighs, but Carol was a fiddle.
"Okay, I do not understand what is happening right now, but I can tell you this, I don't need your help to have sex" Carol got the last word without trying to sound pissed off or annoyed.
A tender cough interrupted between us as we both turned our heads to see the Detective standing between us with a short pile of papers. She darted her perplexed eyes from me to Carol and same again, "Everything, okay here?"
"Yes, everything's good" Carol answered while pretending to be cool and poise.
"Well, I just received Victoria's phone history. It seemed normal at first, but I found this random number with no ID" she walked around me and sat down on her desk chair. Placing her paper files on her desk with, on top, the paper with the phone history in a table schedule, the detective highlights the random number in purple easy for us to identify. The detective explained, "It keeps showing up. First at regular intervals, then with increasing frequency leading up to the time of her death. Then on the day before her death, it's all missed calls."
Her finger pointed to the bottom of the paper showing the timing of the last call from the random number. Carol and I scanned over the phone history table, the officer guessed, "Maybe somebody got tired of being ignored."
"Yeah, that's what I'm thinking" the detective nodded.
"Hello…" I cooed when I realised a strange error in the phone call history, "This can't be right."
"Why?" Carol asked
"That's Destiny Page's number. No one in their right mind would ignore her" I explained as Destiny was an old friend of mine who I helped to get into the music industry, similar to how I helped Delilah.
"Wait, Destiny Page, the pop star?" Carol was stunned when I mentioned the celebrity's name.
"Yes, that's the one" I hummed and nodded.
"How do you know her number?" the officer questioned.
"Oh, funny story, you see years back Destiny and I were in a hot tub one night and…" I paused and my cheeky smile quickly vanished when I noticed the detective's death stare after hearing the first few words, including 'Destiny,' 'I' and 'hot tub.' She didn't need to hear the full story about how Destiny and I got together, as I could imagine steam of jealousy bursting out from her ears.
My mouth became dry and filled with worriedness as I skipped over the sexy part of the story, "And, we got to know each other, she was a producer's assistant and I helped her to get her first record as a singer."
"But why would a pop star be calling a nun at a convent?" I was grateful that Carol brought the case back to being my main focus, and I hoped it would demean the detective's jealousy.
"I'm gonna check where she is" Carol mentioned before walking away to log into a computer and started researching Destiny's contact details.
Leaving me and the detective alone as I was slightly concerned that my girlfriend was still haunted by the thought of me hooking up with the pop star, Destiny. However, her clever wits got the better of her and she brainstormed an idea, "So, Lucifer, Destiny kinda owes you a favour after you helped her out with her career?"
Her sweet voice became seductive and her beautiful, ocean eyes were locked with mine. The detective would usually try to sound sexy when she wanted to get something that involved me or us. The corners of my lips grew a wolfish grin as I played along, "Yes, I believe she does."
The detective took a step closer reducing the small gasp between us, her lovely voice evolved into a more persuasive and craving tone, "I don't suppose you could-"
"Meet her and request if she could talk about her connection with Sister Victoria" I finished her sentence.
"It's like you read my mind" she purred, I felt her soft air touching the wet surface of my lips.
"I could always read your mind, detective" I chuckled before closing the gap and pressing my lips onto hers. Our kiss was short but appealing as I wanted to suck more on her perfect lips, however I know that the detective would want us to look and act professional, especially at our workplace.
"And, if it helps, detective, whenever I see a hot tub, I always get the image of your famous topless, wet scene" I leaned forward and purred to reassure the detective because I could tell she gets envious when I mentioned my past lovers. Even though she doesn't like it when someone talks about her past acting career, I thought it would have been a compliment.
"Yeah, I did look sexy, didn't I?" the detective replied with a satisfied smile before she walked back away and headed back to her desk.
"Yes, you were… wait what?" I was pleased that the detective agreed with me and that I didn't upset her, but I was also quite shocked to hear her answer. Usually, the detective would just roll her and sign quietly by my flirtatious personality, plus she doesn't really like how I complimented her acting career in the past. Now, the detective was completely the opposite, and she sounded very proud.
"Hey, got an address" Carol re-joined our company.
"That is excellent" I smiled however it didn't last long because my mind was still clouded with confusion by the Detective's convoluted behaviour.
We followed Carol's directions to a stage theatre where we were going to meet the rising star and my formal friend, Destiny Page. After entering the theatre, we first spotted male dancers practising their energetic moves and I assumed that meant Destiny must be in her backstage dressing room. Carol and I walked through a hallway to the backstage, where a tall, white, bold-head man stood halfway in the hall. Assuming he was a security guard laying his shoulder against the hallway wall until the man stood up in a firm position.
I approached the security guard, "Hello there, we're the LAPD, we need to speak with Destiny Page."
"I'm afraid Miss Page needs total privacy while she prays" the security guard shakes his head. We could see from the obvious look on his face that the security guard wasn't happy to see us.
My eyes spotted his name on the ID around his neck, 'Hank,' before I looked back up at the security guard, "Well, Hank, as much as I respect your loyalty, we need to talk to her."
"Well, her schedule is pretty full. Uh, maybe next Saturday? Unless you have a warrant" he sneered.
"Why don't you tell her that Lucifer Morningstar is here" my hands held together in front of my stomach as I kindly instructed him without acting impatiently because I already predicted what was going to happen next.
"Sure, but she ain't gonna let you in, pal" Hank tittered unconvincedly.
"I wouldn't hold your breathe if I was you, pal" I suggested with a cocking smile and slurred the last word.
We watched Hank walk away and enter Destiny's dressing room, giving him time to inform his employer. Carol seemed uncertain when I challenged Hank to Destiny in case we didn't get an audience with the singer. But, I was never wrong when he came collecting favours or encountering past friends or lovers, they would never try to avoid me. A couple of minutes later, Hank exited the door and strolled back to us. I was enjoying the view of Hank holding a straight look while trying to hide embarrassment.
Hank stopped in the same position as before and notified us, "Miss Page would like to invite you in."
"Lovely. You may breathe now, Hank " I replied, making sure Hank caught my mocking smile and patted his shoulder before Carol and I walked past. Below my viewpoint, Hank's fingers squeezed inwards and transformed into tight fists as a way to compress out his annoyance and humiliation.
Before we reached the dressing room door, Carol whispered in amazement, "Damn, you're good."
"You have no idea" I grew an egotistic smirk.
On the other side of the hallway, we eventually reached Destiny's dressing room before knocking at her door and entering inside. The dressing room was artistically designed with theatre materials.
The young, gorgeous pop star, Destiny was sitting in front of her glamorous mirror with light bulbs shining around the edges. Her face was like a form of beautiful art with her brown, curly hair reaching the tip of her shoulders. She was born with the body of a smooth dancer and the voice of an angel, literally.
Facing her reflection as Destiny noticed our presence through the mirror, she turned around with the biggest grin on her face, "Lucifer!"
"Destiny, darling!" I walked up to the beautiful artist, our hands holding onto each other's arms, and we gave each other la bise kisses on both cheeks.
"You haven't changed a bit" Destiny purred as her brown eyes admired my ravishing body.
"Of course, how could you change what's already spectacular" I replied as my hands waved up and down in front of my chest, at least everyone must agree that I already looked flawless, "But you have certainly changed, a bigger star and much more beautiful I must say."
"Oh, stop it" she applauded my charming compliments before her eyes peeked over my shoulder and spotted Officer Carol standing behind me, "And, who is this charming jock?"
"Oh, my apologies, this is Officer Carol" I stepped backwards and swung my arm over Carol's shoulder before giving him a proper introduction, "He's a new rookie, smart and single."
Destiny was amused by my descriptions especially when I mentioned that he was single, however, Carol surprisingly wasn't too pleased as he quickly changed the subject, "Sorry, to barge in on you Miss Paige but we need to talk to you about Sister Victoria?"
"What about her?" Destiny shrugged her shoulders naturally and unconcerned, unaware of the appalling truth.
"I'm afraid she's been murdered" Carol revealed.
"Vicky's dead? Oh shit" the weight of the shock wore heavily on Destiny's shoulders as she walked backwards and carefully sat down back on her chair. Her hand held tightly on the top rail to keep her body straight and wouldn't it tumble as the bombshell was quickly disturbing her will of balance.
"Vicky as in Victoria?" Carol questioned to double-check if the two names were the same person.
"Yeah, she's my assistant or was" she muttered as her face was consumed with sorrow and grief.
"Your assistant was a nun?" I asked.
"No, I sent her over to the convent and pretended to be a nun" after exhaling in deep breathes, Destiny was calm enough to stand up again and started explaining, "I was trying to buy the convent but, that head nun, Sister Angelia, whatever, refused my offers."
"So, you sent your assistant to gather intel?" Carol was writing down all the notes on his pad.
"I just wanted to know if there were any financial problems the nuns had so, I could persuade them into selling the place to me, but I never expected Victoria to fall in love with the nun life" Destiny clarified as the rage gradually melted away through her sad voice.
"So, you asked her to do one single job and then she betrayed you. That sounds like a clear motive" I darted my gaze to Carol as we both shared the same thought.
"What a minute, you think I killed Vicky?" Destiny gasped as she pointed her shaken finger to her chest. Carol and I nodded with a straightforward look both thinking 'It's quite obvious.' Destiny nearly exploded in annoyance, "Okay, yes, I was pissed that she left me but then I became happy for Vicky."
"Darling, where were you yesterday morning at 10?" I asked in a calm tone in hopes Destiny would do the same.
"I was at an AA meeting from 9. It was over an hour at least" she answered while crossing her chest, acting ashamed as though she was revealing an embarrassing secret.
"Can anyone vouch for you?" Carol questioned with the tip of his pen pressed against his notepad as Carol was ready to write down Destiny's replies.
"I go in disguise. Black bob wig, pink hoodie" she explained.
"But, you were free after 10?" I indicated, so we don't miss out on any small details.
Destiny answered, "I went to goat yoga straight after. They would also vouch for me."
"Okay, well, we call them and check your alibi" Carol's voice quickly faded to the background of my concentration when my eyes spotted a file of large, blue papers lying flat on a table. I walked over as the tip of my fingers softly slid some papers over and saw some straight, white lines printed on the blue papers.
The suspicious look glued to my face as I faced Destiny again, "Are these blueprints of the convent?"
"Yeah, Vicky got them for me" she nodded, we could sense the guilt and grief again building up through her low and upsetting voice.
I further studied the blueprints and noticed a huge red circle drawn around a room, however my clear mind couldn't recall seeing that particular room in the convent located in that spot. I questioned, "And this red circle is supposed to be?"
"A hidden room. A place where Victoria and I could meet in secret" Destiny replied.
Carol jumped in, "Did anyone else know about the room?"
"Maybe just the room, but I think only Vicky knew how to open the door to get there" Destiny explained the mystery.
"Mind telling us how, Destiny?" I took a step closer and asked. My hopes for catching this killer and solving this case increased, as well as my pride for acting as a surprisingly good detective.
"She's said all you need is to pull a book and that should unlock the door. It's behind some shelves of books" Destiny clarified the instructions for locating and opening the secret door.
After our short meeting with Destiny, Carol and I travelled back to the precinct where the rookie began contacting some instructors who were training at the goat yoga class. Meanwhile, I was sitting at the detective's desk which was empty, and I assumed that maybe she was in the ladies' toilets. I was baffled by the detective's strange attitude earlier when I mentioned her film scene in 'Hot Tub High School.'
Carol wandered back to the desk and apprised, "I've checked at the yoga class, and they said there is a woman in a pink hoodie just like what Destiny said."
"Good, and then maybe we can try to find this secret room" I added.
I watched the young officer walk off before my eyes glanced across the room and my face was unexpectedly consumed with bewilderment. Miss Lopez was here! She was working in her lab, dressed in her usual geeky style with her black hair tied up in a hairband, and what was strange is she was acting as though it was a normal day. Not a sign of panic or fear imprinted on her face, although I suddenly walked into a regular Hell Loop.
A part of me thought it would be better if stayed away from Miss Lopez in case she wasn't ready to see me again. However, my curiosity and concerns got the better of me, I lifted my body off from my sitting and my feet started moving and I headed over to the lab to see my dear friend. I peeked around the corner of the lab door, seeing Miss Lopez reorganising the glass test tubes.
"Miss Lopez?" I softly knocked on the open door and called out her name.
The echo of my calm voice gave the young woman a little jump as she turned around fast and I could see Miss Lopez was wearing a green, science shirt with a dark pair of jeans. I was predicting her face to be filled with fear, instead, Miss Lopez replied with a small but simple smile, "Oh, hi Lucifer."
Perplexed by her surprising, happy tone, I focused on the main thing that bothered me, "You're back already?"
"Yeah, got work to do, you know" Ella cheerfully excused as she walked to the island table while keeping her distance from me. Which was reasonable, of course.
"Are you alright, Miss Lopez?" I stepped further inside the lab but tried to maintain some space between us.
"Yeah, I'm fine" she nodded.
"Do you want me to stay away?" I asked. Realising that this is Miss Lopez's workplace, a safe setting where she can perform her brilliant talents in the science lab. Therefore, it would be unfair if I was the reason for Miss Lopez to stay away from her special region of work and friendship.
"Why would you ask that?" she didn't look disturbed by my question, in fact, she was more baffled.
"Well, I'm concerned that you still need more time to process… me and everything that has happened" I answered without bringing up the foul memories of Miss Lopez seeing my Devil face and being manipulated by my twin brother, Michael.
"Um… well, I mean, I was a believer, then I lost faith when Charlotte died, and then I found that I was already surrounded by angels and demons and the Devil" she didn't drop the fake laughter tone, nor the fabricated smile.
Her sharp words stabbed painfully in my heart as I realised what Miss Lopez was trying to say. Even though we became close friends, Miss Lopez never knew the truth about the real nature of celestial beings unlike those who recently knew such as Doctor Linda, Charlotte and the Detective. I could understand why Miss Lopez would feel confused and indignant because she was left out of our secret, inner circle.
"But, honestly, I'm all good. I'm just grooving" Miss Lopez was adamant that she was happy and fine.
"Right" I nodded while ignoring the awkward silence between us, "Well, I'm pleased you're fine, Miss Lopez, truly."
After walking out of the lab, I glanced back at my steady friend one last time who was probably breathing heavily in relief when I left the room and that fake smile of hers vanished into a tiresome frown. I first noticed that the detective's desk was empty, making me wonder why she went until I heard her sweet voice. Well, it didn't sound sweet and gentle as usual.
"God Dammit!" the detective angrily hissed. I turned my head to find her standing by the vending machine.
Of course, I was worried that my pregnant girlfriend was in distress, so I quickly strolled over and stopped next to her, "Penny for your thoughts, detective?"
"My snack got stuck in the stupid machine" she frustratedly banged her palm against the side of the snack machine.
"Well, then, we can't have that, can we" to fix her problem, I stepped closer to the vending machine with my back facing the screen. I flipped my right leg backwards and banged my foot against the side of the machine, and magically the snack slipped out from the metal spirals.
Bend down to take the snake out from the dispenser door, stood up and handed over the snack to the detective before I lightly smiled, "Ta da."
Instead of looking grateful and pleased, the detective snatched the snack right from my hand and snarled, "Great, like you haven't done enough."
The detective rapidly walked off and I didn't stop her because I was too stunned and perplexed by her harsh reaction.
"What on Earth?" I questioned my reality, turned around and gawked at my girlfriend walking away from me.
while turning around so I could catch up with the detective and see what was going on with her.
But Officer Carol blocked my way with more news about the secret room, "Hey, so I've checked line details of the convent with the blueprints of the secret room. I think I might know where the hidden door is."
My first instinct was to talk to the detective again and see what the matter with her was, but then I thought that she just had some time for herself since she working so hard while dealing with our unborn baby in her womb.
"I've asked Ella to come in case we find some evidence for her to examine" Carol informed me"
"Miss Lopez is coming?" I was quite stunned to hear that Miss Lopez would accept the offer of investigating with us, especially with me since I'm not sure if she is yet comfortable being near me.
"Yeah, she said she would like to" Carol replied as he seemed to be pleased about the idea.
"Guess, it's part of her grooving" I whispered to myself, bothered.
Reasonably, Miss Lopez travelled with Officer Carol in his car instead of me as it gave me some time to think, especially about the detective and her bizarre attitude. First, it was her adulation about her memorable scene in Hot Tub High School, and then it was her aggressive response when I assisted her.
The three of us reached the convent and began searching for the concealed door that would lead us to the secret room. Carol is in another room in case
"So, the hidden door is meant to be here?" Miss Lopez's studied the full viewpoint of the bookshelves that stretched across the whole wall.
"According to the blueprints Miss Density Page handed us, it should be here" I noted while searching for the covert lock for the hidden door.
Our eyes were scanning around the wall of books, peeking over the tops of unclean books, the tip of our fingers feeling the dusty surfaces while pulling each one to find the trigger. Closing the gap between the shelves and our heads so our ears could try to hear the slightest sound.
"Come now. It's gotta be here somewhere" I impatiently muttered to myself as I continued scanning around the lines of books. One by one, I pulled out a book forward but unfortunately, everything he touched was a bunch of ordinary books.
Click!
It only took a particular, small, ancient book to be pulled and unlocked the privy door behind the tall bookshelves.
"Good job, Lucifer" Ella grinned, "Unless you could see through walls? Like part of your… thing."
Her voice became quiet and ashamed as though it was wrong to speak out loud about me as the Devil.
"As much as I love the idea of having the gift to see through walls and possibly more" I smirked at the thought of having an x-ray version. Imagine if my old self could see through walls to see gorgeous women and men, and not in a creepy way, now with the detective, I could see her beautiful body through her clothing. I added, "Unfortunately, Miss Lopez, I do not possess such ability."
I took the first step down the stairs and already a swarm of shadows consumed my body, luckily, I used the torch on my phone to brighten my journey. My ears could hear Miss Lopez's gentle footsteps echoing behind me. Down to the bottom floor, there were two doors and we entered through the right door which was already slightly open.
"Well, hello" I sign in surprised as we find the secret cellar; a colossal room made in a similar design to the convent. There were piles of old, useless home decor spread across the concrete floor, such as old lamps, wooden tables and chairs, books and chess of draws.
Walking further into the basement, I found a mirror that showed my handsome reflection, I beamed while stroking my black hair, "Hello there, good-looking."
At the same time, Miss Lopez entered the secret room and gasped at the largeness of the basement. Her torchlight jumped over from one object to another then shifted the light across the brick columns within the room.
"Right, could you do you little forensic thing here?" I waved my hand indicating that there were many items for Miss Lopez to examine on.
"With extra light and equipment, defo. Or…" Ella explained but she paused as something caught her eye. She walked over to a wooden and kneeled as her stare was eye-levelled to a white, teacup, "We could take this back to the lab and check out for fingerprints."
I was satisfied to hear that we were a step away from solving the case thanks to Miss Lopez's help. Until suddenly, another voice appeared behind us, "I really wish you hadn't found that before me."
Our heads twisted and our stares followed to the owner of the mysterious voice. Not cryptic enough as I recognised that snobbish voice from earlier today. A male, muscular tone that sings out a murderous vibe. There was a tall figure behind us and even with the lack of lighting within the room; I could see a white, bold man holding a black gun that was targeting me.
"Hank? You're our mystery killer?" I was startled by this twisted bombshell.
"When I heard you took the blueprints, I knew you'd be looking for this place and it wouldn't be too long before you got me" Hank signed in disappointment as his fingers moved in a wave rhythm over the grip of the black gun. By the corner of my eye, Miss Lopez was still behind me but quite far off to my left side. Slowly, I slid closer so my body was fully blocking the gap between her and Hank's gun.
"Lucifer, his neck?" Miss Lopez whispered behind me, I tilted my head to the side and listened more to her warning, "The necklace. It's an engagement ring."
My focus fell to the top centre of Hank's neck where an engagement ring was hanging from a silver chain. Memories of the crime scene flooded back into my mind as I recalled the strange bruises around Sister Victoria's cold neck, and it all clicked together. As anticipated, it wasn't a usual, small cross, instead it was an engagement ring. Now the pieces of the puzzle were coming together.
"Did Destiny know that you were engaged to her assistant?" I locked eyes with the killer as his were cold and unsympathetic.
"Nah, she was too busy working on her religious image all day and getting hammered all night to notice" his gnarly voice sends a frosty shiver down Miss Lopez's spine, except mine.
"Not much of a believer, huh?" I huffed, unafraid.
"Oh, I always believed it was such a scam. Victoria thought so too, until she came here" a tar of hatred covered his gloomy voice when he mentioned his ex-fiancé. For a man who loved this poor woman, Hank didn't seem regretful for taking Victoria's life,
"She broke up with you, and you killed her?" Miss Lopez carefully jumped in.
"I just wanted to talk some sense into her, remind her of what we had, but we started to fight, and I wanted the ring back. I... I didn't mean to push her so hard. And her head smashed to the floor" the guilt was there hidden behind his malevolent pride, but Hank unfortunately was more irate than regretful. Revealing more of his foul personality, "Why? Why would she choose this place, this life over me? We had something real."
"Instead, she left me for made-up shit!" he growled, and his rage vibrated the gun in hand. His sudden movement forced a fearful quiver through Miss Lopez's body, but I wasn't if she was afraid for her life or mine.
"You may be surprised, but I do understand Hank" I interrupted but Hank laughed like I was playing around with his feelings. I took a few steps forward so I was his main focus while keeping Miss Lopez behind me so she wouldn't be in harm's way.
I continued while locking eyes with his, "I also believed that this is a scam, people spending their whole lives wishing away their faith over a being who they had no clue if he was real. And the worst part is, they have no clue that the Big Guy is actually a bastard himself."
"But you're forgetting something Hank" I took another step forward and watched his face flooded with concern and confusion when he saw how confident I was. Behind me, Miss Lopez felt apprehensive when I walked closer forgetting that I am an immortal and invincible being.
Gradually, my fury rose when I thought of poor Victoria's death while spotting no sigh of remorse on Hank's face. I finished, "It was her choice to decide on how she would live, and what to believe, not yours."
"I think we've heard enough, right?"
"Funny, was thinking the same thing" I concurred. I could sense the temptation in his fingers wanting to pull the trigger, but Hank hesitated but it was too enticing for me to provoke, "What's the matter, Hank? Scared that a bolt of light will strike before you pull the trigger?"
"Na, I just admire that you can get to die first" he barked back and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
"Ah!" the loud, fraught bang forced a terrible scream out from Miss Lopez as she kneeled down and covered her head with her arms. Her body froze in fear, afraid that Hank would point his gun to her next. Until, there was another reason her body froze… in shock when she saw me unmoved and not on the floor.
The bullet went through my shirt white, but it was crushed the moment the metal touched my invisible skin. The squashed bullet fell to the floor as we heard the soft echo of the metal bouncing off from the concrete floor. I was still standing and still breathing. The human eyes were flooded with disturbance and Hank's hand began to tremble.
Still, Hank pulled the trigger again and again, releasing more bullets to hit me in the chest. Causing more holes in my lavish shirt but Hank was perplexed by the lack of blood that was meant to be coming out of my chest. His sore finger squeezed the trigger continuously until there were no more bullets and all you could were soft, clicking sounds.
"How the hell?" Hank's voice shivered in confusion. It satisfies me to see this smug mortal losing his confidence and control. It is quite enjoyable to see how fear does to the human spirit.
"It isn't fake, Hank. It never was" I grew a cocky smirk, excited to see what awaits Hank.
Within a second, I rolled my shoulders, unravelled my large white wings from my back, and stretched them wide. Miss Lopez was still behind me, safe, but I could imagine her face was filled with amazement as her gaze fell on the gloriousness of my white, angel wings. For Miss Lopez a long-term and previously lost believer, this must be like witnessing a miracle for the first time.
"Oh, God" Hank gasped as the bombshell hit him hard and made his body tremble like an earthquake.
"It's not my father you should be worried about, Hank" I cracked a sly smile before slightly pulling my wings back and heavily flapping them forward. Causing a huge wind to burst out and fly Hank away from us as he bawled in surprise.
Frightened, little Hank was slammed up to the wall and fell flat on the concrete floor. Laying on his back in agony with his open mouth releasing painful whines. After pulling back my wing as they disappeared behind me, I crept forward till I was only a foot away from the quivering human. Staring down at Hank with a fake-pity grin, while Hank was gazing up as though he was looking at a powerful creature dominating over a weak human like himself.
"You know what else is real?" I snarled, my calm and firm voice changed into a darker and powerful tone, "Hell."
A flash of red swirled in the centre of my eyes.
It wasn't long before we called out for the other coppers, including Officer Carol to come down and arrest Hank in handcuffs. Miss Lopez eventually exited the secret basement first before we watched police officers taking Hank away. The murderer looked at me and instantly his fear spiked up and he panicked, "Get him away from me!"
Hank and the officers depart themselves, leaving me and Miss Lopez alone in the room. Miss Lopez's face was half-swamped with inquisitive and the other half with uncertainty, he gazed up at me, "You don't go around exposing yourself to nearly everyone, do you?"
"No, of course not, but for what he did, it felt appropriate. And, I think he deserves to know what's waiting for him" I answered without realising how my honest words affected Miss Lopez, in principally expressing my angelic side earlier.
"So, you decide on who goes to Hell?" she asked. I could already her thoughts as her head was still filled with images of me as an all-powerful and dangerous being who can force mortals' souls down to Hell whenever I pleased.
Patiently, I shook my head, "No, it's their guilt that takes them there."
"How do you mean?" she uttered in perplexity. I was unsure whether it was a good idea to tell Miss Lopez about Hell, especially if she was still startled by my appearance. However,
"You see, when humans are driven by their own guilt, such deep guilt from their actions that cause harm or chaos. Their sins forced them down to Hell"
"So, that means…" Miss Lopez hesitated, and fear bloomed on her face. I didn't understand at first until I realised that she was thinking that she would go to Hell for nearly killing me at my penthouse the other night. Thankfully she didn't but the memory was regenerating that guilt again and it was consuming her soul.
"You are not going to Hell" I tried to reassure her, "Miss Lopez, the other night, that wasn't your fault."
"But, I could have-"
"But, you didn't" I vociferously cut in before she expressed any more of her guilt, even though Miss Lopez doubted my sincere words, "In fact, I'm the one who should apologise."
"I put you in a horrible and impotent position where my brother was able to use you as a pawn. And for that, I am sorry" the sorrow from my courteous apology was shaded across my face. Praying that Miss Lopez could see the gravity of the aching regret I have for hurting her. Obviously, I never intended for her to see my Devil face like that, but I felt culpability for involving Miss Lopez by Michael manipulating her fears and beliefs.
I sighed, "I just hope that one day, you can still see me as a friend. And, I know the only way to earn back your trust is to give you time and space."
Sometimes, I forget how those I deeply care about are endangered just from being loyal to me or from knowing my true identity as the real Devil and the other celestial secrets. Over a year ago, the detective was kidnapped by Father Kinley and almost used as bait to lure me and kill me. It made sense since the detective and I share a deeper love connection, but I never thought about the others, my friends; Miss Lopez, Doctor Linda, Dan (depends really), Amenadiel and little Beatrice.
Now that we've solved the case, it was time for me to go and provide Miss Lopez more space and time. Like Doctor Linda and the detective, she hasn't progressed my Devilish yet.
"Lucifer!" my ears picked up my name and l glanced over my shoulder to find Miss Lopez strolling back to me. I stood where I was and let her come to me, but Miss Lopez pursued to keep a short gap between us, "Firstly, I know I am still… unsure about this and, well you."
I nodded with an understandable smile and Miss Lopez continued, "But, if I do have a few questions, can I still ask you?"
"Always, Miss Lopez. I never lie. No more secrets, just the truth" a soft smile reappeared on my face.
"Okay, if God, your dad, created the world in seven days, when did dinosaurs come in?" Ella asked, her fingers pointed upwards when she mentioned my father with a hesitant look. Out of all the questions, that was the most particular question I have been asked in centuries, making me chuckle in delight.
"Oh, well, this funny story, so in the beginning…" I started explaining and Miss Lopez was there beside me listening to the true, unknown stories.
I didn't want to fool myself, but I caught a small, endearing smile growing on the corner of her lips, which was probably a good sign. Understanding that our friendship had been tested or became rocky, but now maybe there's a tiny chance for me to mend our good relationship. Miss Lopez has been like a sister to me and it would be heartbreaking to lose that special connection between us. Now, that she knows the truth, Miss Lopez could expand her curiosity by coming up to me and we can talk about what's real and what's made up.
Dan's pov
Officer Carol asked me if I could help them in searching for this secret room that Lucifer, supposedly, found while interviewing one of his past ex-lovers. It annoyed me that Chloe offered Lucifer to take the lead in her case, even though I had more experience than her asshole partner who is a crass and reckless freak.
I was told by the officers they were scrutinising a secret room in the convent when I reached the library on the ground floor where the hidden door was already open. Standing on the edge of the hidden door and gazed down where the staircase was covered with shadows.
"Ella?" I called her name but there was no response.
"Shit" I took out my gun in case there was any danger awaiting down there, and my torch to brighten my journey.
Tiptoeing down the stairs, step by step on each tread with my loaded gun in my steady hands. I was all ears listening to every little rusty noise and my sharp eyes darting to every dark corner as I crept further down the staircase. Almost at the bottom, there were two doors, but I wasn't sure which Ella and Lucifer went through.
"Daniel, over here" I recognised that cocky, British voice anywhere. The gentle echoes appeared from an open door on the left side and I followed his voice through that shadowy entrance.
"Ella? Are you there?" I called out but there was still no answer, which deeply concerns me.
I followed Lucifer's British voice where I found myself in a smaller, dark room with a one-way mirror where I saw Lucifer and Ella on the other side in a different, bigger room. They must have walked through the other doorway, but something bothered me.
"How the hell did they get in there?" I wondered since I definitely heard Lucifer's voice earlier which led me here. It was impossible to think that he was in two places at once.
I quickly realised that there was someone else there with them, a white, bold man with a gun aiming at them. My eyes widened in fear when I saw that Ella was in the same room with the killer, but Lucifer couldn't care less. Believing this was karma finally getting to Lucifer.
What made this stranger was that Lucifer was in front of Ella to protect her but he was standing so close to the killer.
"What's the matter, Hank? Scared that a bolt of light will strike before you pull the trigger?" I heard Lucifer's voice through the one-way mirror. He sounded confident and cocky as usual, expecting everything to go his way. I wanted Ella to get out there for her safety, but I fancy Lucifer to have a little scary moment just to degrade him.
"Na, I just admire that you can get to die first" the killer smirked and shot Lucifer in the chest.
After that first bang and Ella's horrific scream, I was ready to dash out of the room and rushed in to stop the killer from shooting Ella. However, my body froze when I noticed Lucifer was still standing. He didn't fall to the ground, there was no sign of red blood on the floor, how could Lucifer still be standing?
"How the hell?" the killer gasped as we both shared a similar shocked look on our faces.
The crazy guy continued shooting more bullets into Lucifer's chest, but nothing happened. No sudden movements. No painful cries and screams. No drips of blood. I was literally watching the impossible happening in front of my eyes.
"It isn't fake, Hank. It never was" Lucifer's calm voice broke the cold silence.
I thought 'things couldn't get any worse' until they appeared.
A huge pair of white wings unravelled from Lucifer's back spreading far and wide, blocking the killer's body from my view. The shock stopped the cool air from passing through my throat to my lungs, and I felt my heart beating faster as if it was rattling itself between the rib cages. My jaw dropped filling my empty mouth with puzzlement and my wide eyes were consumed with deep bewilderment.
Lucifer suddenly flapped his huge wings causing a big puff of air to blow the killer away and forced him to be firmly bit against the wall. My feet didn't move as they wer as I continued watching the scene take place; Lucifer, Ella and a few police officers taking the killer away out of the basement.
My frozen body was overflooded with the shaken truth as I was trying to progress the impossible. Lucifer standing there alive and unharmed. Suddenly my mind started unreeling all the memories that involved Lucifer, mainly the moments when he says the strangest things about calling himself 'the Devil' or how he understands evil or mentioning hell, heaven and God. My head was burning from an exploration of realisation as it was all coming together.
There were no words for me to say and my mind became blank with bewilderment. My parched mouth was still open, empty, until I mumbled…
"He was the Devil all the long!"