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oldworldwidgets · 11 months ago

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DELILAH TIME DELILAH TIME

here she is. officially. my beloved fallout 4 oc delilah !!!! first piece done by @zetobii and the second by @leavingautumn13

i dont draw so all art of delilah comes from my dear friends who draw her for me/with their ocs and tell me i can post it OR from commissions. what i can do, however, is write <3 and make playlists and pinterest boards for visuals <3 so prepare urself <3

speaking of which, you can find her playlist here and her pinterest board here!! theyre chronological, so listening/scrolling in order should more or less tell her story too

ok so: her appearance, personality, stats, story, and some fun facts are here under the cut (its a lot fyi ok i just love her so much) pls enjoy

delilah lore (delilore?) be upon ye:

appearance:

24 years old, 5’10”

very fair skinned with bright green eyes and jet black hair

her hair is wavy and flows down to the middle of her back. she has one small braid behind her right ear

covered in freckles, from her nose to her knees. she has a tiny scar above her mouth from a past split lip and a slit in her opposite eyebrow from a past black eye

midriff is heavily discolored from past bruises - the pigmentation never fully went away - and marred with keloid scars from deep cuts from things she refuses to talk about. if her dress has a high enough slit, bruises can peek out near the very tops of her legs

large black kingsnake tattoo wrapping up a her left arm with its head near her shoulder and its tail near/on her hand

she can almost always be found in her wine-colored silk dress that reaches only about mid-thigh, nails manicured and lips painted to match. it has spaghetti straps and is loosely bodycon.

she wears stacks of gold rings (as many as possible, really) and dangly gold snake earrings

the only things she keeps on her person are the dagger and the gun strapped to her thighs under her dress. her gun was a gift from KL-E-0. it is a custom gold-plated, silenced 10mm. lilah named it "Mine"

stats:

if fo4 had a karma slider, lilah would land pretty firmly on evil. on a dnd alignment chart, think chaotic neutral or neutral evil

SPECIAL: 2, 8, 2, 10, 7, 4, 3

she's not strong nor has much endurance, but when you're as smart, perceptive, and charismatic as she is, you can charm people into carrying your stuff for you anyway.

her perks are party girl (alcohol/chem resistance), black widow (damage/persuasion against men), night person (higher int at night), and intimidation (pacify, instruct, and force opponents to attack). and deacon's cloak and dagger, of course.

personality:

cold, calculated, distant

cares about very, very few people (and even fewer things) but is fiercely loyal to those people. she's a railroad agent, but only because deacon cares about the cause and she begrudgingly cares about deacon

she and deacon clash. he refused to even vouch for her admission to the railroad. she gets along much better with glory, but she still gets assigned to run jobs with deacon because they keep each other in check and are deadly efficient as a pair (theyre also in love but they keep it a secret from everyone including each other)

she cares about very very few people but it fiercely loyal to those people. she is a railroad agent, but only because deacon cares about the cause and she "begrudgingly" cares about deacon (she cares literally so much do not let her fool u)

her moral compass is not magnetic. right and wrong is whatever she wants it to be. she takes no issue killing people if they wrong her. sexual harassment or subterfuge/targeted deception send marks to the top of her hit list.

her story:

her birth name is allie eden

she is not a sole survivor; she was born into the capital wasteland chapter of the brotherhood of steel. despite sentinel lyons' best efforts, delilah responded far better to scribe training than to combat training

she and arthur maxson were the only two kids in the citadel, and they became fast friends, even after the lyons pride crumbled and maxson was appointed elder.

he appointed her his sentinel, second in command, which she embraced until she saw how terribly the wasteland was faring under his leadership.

she promptly absconded and, because she had been so sheltered until that day, quickly lost herself to chems and alcohol.

months passed in, thanks to all the blackouts, what felt like hours. one night, allie woke up in a warm bed that she did not fall asleep in. a man named dante deangelo had pulled her body from a D.C. gutter and made sure she was safe.

in no time, they fell in love and decided to escape to the commonwealth. they found a small, basement apartment in goodneighbor and allie began tending bar at the third rail.

dante, slowly but surely, became more abusive. he left bruises and deep cuts on her body anywhere her third rail uniform would cover. she stayed, though, because she'd been raised by the brotherhood to believe that love was harsh and painful. to obey without question. to submit to authority.

eventually, she tired of that life and snapped, killing dante before he could leave any more marks on her. something... shifted. maybe it was allie eden who entered their apartment that morning, but it was delilah who left it that night.

KL-E-0, who was quite fond of allie and is far fonder of delilah, fitted her with pistol, Mine.

instead of hiding behind the bar like she had when she was with dante, she began to use it to her advantage. every dusty drifter with full pockets full of caps left her bar empty handed. but it wasnt enough.

she began targeting triggermen, who she knew were peddling chems for... someone in goodneighbor. the moment a man started flirting with her (which she hated), it was like a red dot sight appeared on their foreheads. she'd seduce them, take them back to her apartment, get her caps and chems and information, and the men would never be seen again.

morowski, goodneighbor kingpin, eventually approached her at work about his shrinking pool of chem peddlers. they struck a deal: he would slip her into his operation as his newest arm candy, and she would peddle his chems at her bar.

it worked flawlessly until morowski actually fell in love with her. go figure. unless, of course, that was lilah's plan all along...

while she's still participating in this farce with morowski, she meets drummer boy, who she ends up truly enjoying the company of even despite her general distaste for men. eventually, he convinces her to join the railroad with him

because morowski is in love with delilah, she has no issue squeezing information out of him when deacon asks her to: morowski is an institute informant. lilah quickly, uh, deals with that problem, and the next days, morowski is found dead in his office at the rexford. cause of death: self inflicted gunshot wound. what a tragedy.

because delilah was his "other half," his unofficial widow, she inherited morowski's whole chem operation

now, she happily spends her days directing the triggermen and tending her bar - for fun and for information, at this point, because she certainly doesnt need the caps. when she needs to run for the railroad or her beloved friends need her professional black widow skills, whitechapel charlie is "happy" to cover for her. as happy as he can manage, anyway.

fun facts:

she is terrified of storms, heights, and violent outbursts from people she trusts

her name comes from the bible story of sampson and delilah, where delilah is paid by the government to seduce sampson (a man of god) and tempt him to sin by telling her what gives him his inhuman strength. after three attempts, she is successful. sampson tells her that god gives him his strength through his hair. she then cuts his hair, which ultimately leads to his death. i mean what a bad bitch

she is still deeply unhappy even after she wraps goodneighbor around her finger because she still doesnt know who she is

she's skeptical of maxson's move to the commonwealth. she is very much on the run from him (and the bortherhood as a whole), and ham happily vets drifters for her to ensure theyre not undercover brotherhood before letting them into the bar.

she and maccready arent exactly "friends" but they harbor mutual respect for each other since they spend so much time together. mac had to call her off like a guard dog when winlock and barnes paid him a visit, so shes confident he would do the same if the brotherhood ever came knocking.

#WHEW LORE DUMP #mutuals and followers u r gonna MEET DELILAH and u r gonna LIKE IT ‼️‼️#shes not very nice but she would LOVE to be friends or frenemies or rivals with ur ocs!!!!!#she wont bite i prommy!!!!! (voice of a guy who is lying)#its taken so long for me to dump about any of my ocs bc being a writer on The Art Website is not ideal #nevertheless i persist #and my ask box/comments are SO open for questions or ask game suggestions or marriage proposals idk whatever :P #anyway bring on the tags #oc: delilah #fallout 4 #fallout 4 oc #fo4 oc #fallout oc #fo4

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realityjoey · 7 months ago

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PILOT (1.1)

This series will be based on the show Lucifer, all credit for the chapters go to the creators of Lucifer, as well as all the characters. The only characters I take credit for is Joey Anderson and her family/background. I created this character ‘Joey Anderson’ to be Lucifer’s love interest, as I thought it would be interesting to create a different dynamic. (I still completely love Deckerstar, just not in this story). Enjoy!

Also decided to highlight some parts of the story with a colour key:

RED = lust / sexual / hot / tension / overprotective / desire

ORANGE = family moments

GREEN = anger / jealousy

BLUE = sad / denial / confusion

PURPLE = romantic / cute / they are so in love / caring

PINK = funny

Joey Anderson was in the middle of completing some tedious paperwork for a case her and one of her colleagues, Chloe Decker, had recently closed. Due to a combination of sleep deprivation and boredom, Joey was struggling to keep her eyes open and focused on the computer screen, until the familiar ringtone of her phone snapped her back into reality.

“Anderson.” Joey answered the call, tiredly.

“Hey, Joe. There’s been a murder. Need you down here.” Chloe Decker tells her down the phone.

“I’ll be there soon.” Joey says, closing her computer.

“Thank you. I’ll send you my location.” Chloe replies, hanging up.

Chloe had sent her the location, and as promised, 10 minutes later Joey arrived at the crime scene, stepping out of her car and over to the crashed car to analyse the scene; until her examination was interrupted by another familiar person— Daniel Espinoza.

“Want to hear what I’ve got so far?” Dan’s voice interrupts her thought process.

Joey begrudgingly turns around, facing Dan. “Lieutenant said this is mine and Chloe’s case.” She reminds him.

“Yeah, Joey, it is your case, but try not to take too much time. It’s an easy one. That’s our bad guy.” Dan says, patronisingly, nodding to the dead guy in the car. “Eddie Deacon, he’s a low-level drug dealer. I found these in his pocket, and I found this in Delilah’s purse.” He says, holding up 2 identical small bags of drugs. “So, obviously drug related. She probably owed him a bunch of cash or something. She’s not exactly selling out stadiums these days.”

“How do you know he’s low-level?” Joey questions, folding her arms.

Dan pauses, before examining the guy in front of them. “Look at his car.”

“Did you look at his watch?” Joey asks, noticing the expensive watch strapped to his wrist. “That thing ain’t cheap.”

“It’s probably fake.” Dan dismisses. “Look… there’s gonna be a lot of attention on this one, Joey. I wouldn’t pick at it too hard. Not after Eastwood Street.”

“I asked for this case because of Eastwood Street, Dan.” Chloe’s voice answers from behind them.

Dan looks at the ground at being caught whilst Joey clenches her fists, attempting to hold in her anger and remain professional. Chloe looks between the two of them. “So, anyways, any witnesses?” Chloe asks.

Dan had explained that there was a witness, the owner of the club across the street named ‘Lux’.

“Joe, you go and question the club owner, I’ll look for more clues and any attachments.” Chloe instructs. Joey nods, happily leaving the divorced couple’s company.

Joey had arrived at Lux shortly after, managing to find the described owner, sitting directly in the middle of the club playing the piano rather gracefully. She had introduced herself, explaining why she was there, and then began her questioning.

“Lucifer Morningstar.” The owner answers after being asked his name, continuing to play the piano.

“Lucifer Morningstar?” Joey repeats, scribbling notes down in her notepad, whilst standing next to the piano. “Is that a stage name or something?”

Lucifer chuckles, then looks in her direction. “God-given, I’m afraid.” He replies, as Joey stares at him in confusion, before his fingers come to a halt on the musical instrument. “Do you know, you look familiar. Have we met before?”

“Yeah, five minutes ago.” Joey replies dryly. “And I’m asking the questions. Talk to me about your relationship with the victim.”

“Well, she used to work here a few years back. I would occasionally accompany her whilst she sang. Then she became a big star and someone decided to end her life.” Lucifer replies, smiling.

“Do you know the shooter?” Joey questions.

“No, but we did have an interesting little chat just before he kicked off. I asked him why he did it.” Lucifer tells her, taking a sip of his whiskey.

“Like to play cop, do you?” Joey comments.

Lucifer chuckles, “No, I just like to play in general, Detective. What about you?” He replies, grinning and letting his eyes wander.

“So, you had a conversation with a dead guy?” Joey concludes, ignoring his attempt at flirting.

“Oh, no. He was’t quite dead. His soul hadn’t crossed the threshold.” Lucifer corrects.

“I see.” Joey nods, unbelievingly. “Did he tell you why he did it?”

“Why, money, of course.” Lucifer replies. “You humans, you love your money, don’t you?” He comments, taking another sip.

“Yes. Yes, we do. And, uh, what planet are you from— London?” Joey bites back.

Lucifer laughs. “Yes, he also said, ‘I just pulled the trigger’. Now, don’t you think that’s interesting?”

“Delilah was shot to death by a drug dealer. And looks like Delilah herself kept the guy pretty bust. You know, it’s sad, it’s ugly, but it’s not rocket science. Something probably went south between them. She gets riddled with bullets, and a nice little act of God takes him out.” Joey sums up.

“You know, it doesn’t work like that, Detective.” Lucifer replies, shaking his head. “It’s quite a neatly wrapped little present for the LAPD, don’t you think?”

“Why don’t you tell me something?” Joey says, leaning forward and lowering her voice. “How does she end up dying in a hailstorm of bullets, and you get away without a scratch? I think that’s interesting. Don’t you?”

“The benefits of immortality.” Lucifer smiles, taking another sip of his drink.

“Immortality.” Joey repeats. “Mm, of course, uh, do you spell that with one or two M’s? I always forget.” She teases him.

Lucifer chuckles. “What will your corrupt little organisation do about this?” He asks, seriously.

“Excuse me?” Joey replies.

“Will you find the person responsible? Will they be punished? Will this be a priority for you? Because it is for me.” Lucifer asks.

Joey folds her arms, offended. “You got some balls on you, pal.”

“Oh, thank you very much, but they’re really quite average.” Lucifer smirks, looking at his lap.

“I bet.” Joey replies.

“Now, are you sure we haven’t met? I could swear I’ve seen you naked.” Lucifer changes topic. “Have we had sex?” He asks, checking her out.

“We’re done here.” Joey says, taking her leave, but Lucifer stands up, grabbing her wrist gently, stopping her.

“Detective, wait! Someone out there needs to be punished. We’re not done.” He argues.

“Yeah. Yeah, we are.” Joey says, standing her ground, and leaving.

The next day, Joey and Chloe had planned to visit the rapper, ‘2Vile’, to interrogate him, as Chloe had discovered he was the last person the drug dealer had called.

Chloe walks in first, her hand on the shoulder of the butler. “LAPD! Guns down.” She shouts, pointing her gun at them all.

“On the floor, down! You two, against the wall.” Joey orders a few of them about.

“Detective, welcome to the party.” Lucifer says, catching Joey’s eye.

“Grab the bucket, collect the guns. Now!” Chloe orders the butler, as he races around the room collecting them.

“You sly dog, you did listen to me.” Lucifer smirks, walking over to Joey slowly.

“Chloe ran the dead guy’s cell phone. 2Vile was the last person he called.” Joey corrects.

“Come on, man.” 2Vile scoffs from behind Lucifer.

“But what I find highly interesting is how you made the connection on your own.” Joey says, staring at Lucifer.

“Well, I’ve been busy, my dear.” Lucifer replies, as Chloe walks over to 2Vile.

“Tell me about Delilah.” Chloe asks the rapper.

“We’ve been over that one.” Lucifer interrupts.

“And why you called the shooter two days before she was murdered?” Joey adds, standing by Chloe’s side.

“Fine. Yeah, I called Eddie ‘cause he hooks me up sometimes. He met Delilah through me. Whatever. Don’t make me a killer, do it?’ 2Vile replies.

“No, but it does make you a suspect.” Joey tells him.

“What, so everybody on Eddie’s phone’s a suspect? Are you joking? You gonna drag half of Hollywood downtown. Be like the Oscars or something.” 2Vile says.

“Wait, aren’t you that chick from that film?” One of 2Vile’s friends interrupts, pointing at Joey.

“Him? What’s this? What film?” Lucifer’s head whips around to Joey, who starts to look uncomfortable.

“You used to be an actress or something, right?” He continues.

“Yeah.” Joey nods, reluctantly.

“That teen movie—“ 2Vile realises.

“I forget what it’s called.” His friend says.

“Of course.” Lucifer points his finger at Joey. “Hot Tub High School. That’s where I know you from.”

“Let’s just stick to our questions, shall we?” Chloe reminds them, sticking up for her best friend.

“The one with the famous nude scene, coming out of the hot tub! It was, like, a complete Fast Times rip-off.” Lucifer continues, excitedly. “She was like the new Phoebe Cates!”

“Thanks, I appreciate that.” Joey smiles sarcastically.

“That was quite a nude scene.” Lucifer smirks, looking Joey up and down.

“I have far too many bullets in this thing for you to still be talking.” Joey mumbles to Lucifer, glancing at her gun.

“You. We need to have a conversation right now.” Chloe looks at 2Vile.

“That’s a waste of time. I’ve just threatened his life— he’s not our guy.” Lucifer interrupts Chloe again. “He would’ve said, trust me.”

“You did what?” Joey asks.

“Yeah, isn’t that illegal?” 2Vile adds.

“Uh, little bit, yeah.” Joey nods.

“You, stay put.” Chloe looks at 2Vile.

“You, you’re coming with me.” Joey says to Lucifer, grabbing her handcuffs from her belt, and putting them on him.

“What? Ooh.” He smirks, realising what she’s doing. “With pleasure.”

Joey then starts walking Lucifer out, as Chloe continues their interrogation with 2Vile.

“At least perhaps now you’ll listen to me. Although, I’m not quite sure why I’m being arrested.” Lucifer rambles.

“Because you’re interfering with a police investigation.” Joey answers, as they reach the driveway, stopping next to her and Chloe’s car. “You’ve broken… I can’t even count how many laws, and you’ve pissed me off.” She says, opening the back car door.

“Right, I can get out of these, you know?” Lucifer says, ignoring what she’s said, referring to the handcuffs.

“Funny.” Joey says, nodding to the car for him to get in, when he holds the handcuffs up with one hand, undone. “How’d you do that?” Joey asks, grabbing them from him.

Lucifer sighs, “Come on, we’re wasting time. We should be out there solving a homicide and punishing those responsible.”

“We? You’re insane. I’m taking you in, get in the car.” Joey reaches for Lucifer’s hand.

“No, that’s boring.” He moans. “Not to mention pointless.” He says, as Joey rolls her eyes. “Come on, I’ll help you. It’ll be fun.”

“How could you possibly help us?’ Joey questions.

“I have a certain skill set. I can be very persuasive with people and tend to see things that others cannot.” Lucifer lists.

“So, you’re psychic or something?” Joey teases.

“No, I can’t read people’s minds. I’m not a Jedi.” He rolls his eyes. “People just like to tell me things.”

“Hmm, just— just tell you things?” Joey questions. “Just confess their sins, just like that?’

“No, not their sins. I have no power over people’s sins. I actually get a bad rap for that.” He pauses. “I have the ability to draw out people’s forbidden desires. The more simple the human, the easier it is. The more complex, the more challenging and exciting, really. But no, the actual sins, the sins are on you people.” He rants.

“You people?” Joey repeats. “I got it. I got it! The name? The whole Lucifer thing? And desire’s like your superpower.” She plays along.

“Mm, it’s more like a gift from God really.” Lucifer corrects, as Joey stares at him in disbelief. “Okay, look. Tell me, Detective, what do you desire more than anything else in this life?” Lucifer asks, staring deeply into Joey’s eyes whilst speaking in a rather seductive voice.

“This is it? This is your big trick?” Joey asks, Lucifer nods, as the pair remain holding eye contact, before Joey sighs. “I guess, when I was a little girl, I always wanted to be a cop so that… that one day I could help people and…and be taken seriously when I say to shut up and get in the damn car.” She says, Lucifer’s smile fading as he realised it hadn’t worked on her.

“You’re not, like, a Jedi or something, are you?” Lucifer whispers, taking a step back.

“Get in the car.” Joey says sternly, reaching for his arm again.

Lucifer steps back. “No, no, no, no, no. Look. I know something you don’t know.” He points a finger at her.

“Really what’s that?” Joey asks.

“Won’t say unless you take me with you on this.” Lucifer says, childishly, as Joey rolls her eyes. “Please, come on. Look, I got to 2Vile, didn’t I?’

“Why do you care about this so much?” Joey asks. “About Delilah?”

Lucifer hesitates. “Look, I just… I just do.” He says. “If I hadn’t meddled with her career, maybe she wouldn’t have died.” He says, genuinely.

“Okay, okay.” Joey nods, feeling a slight moment of sympathy for him. “Fine, but if this little clue thing of yours doesn’t pan out, these are going back on.” She threatens, holding up the handcuffs.

“Is that a promise?” Lucifer smirks, as Joey nods, putting him in the car, whilst she waits outside of the car, leaning against the bonnet, smoking a cigarette, waiting for Chloe to return.

About 3 minutes later, Chloe appears, walking up to Joey and instantly plucking the cigarette out of her hand, crushing it on the ground with her shoe.

“Hey—“ Joey begins to complain, but stops when Chloe sends her a cold glare.

“Men are insufferable.” Chloe sighs, leaning on the bonnet next to her.

“Tell me about it.” Joey replies, nodding in Lucifer’s direction. Chloe turns her head, and sees Lucifer in the back of their car, who simply smiles and waves at her.

“Are we taking him to the station?” Chloe asks.

Joey reluctantly shakes her head. “He claims he’s got some information that might benefit the case. I’m going to see if it checks out. If not, we’ll take him in.” Joey explains, only for Chloe to raise her eyebrows in response. “What?” Joey asks, Chloe smirking.

“Do you fancy him?” Chloe asks.

Joey’s face drops. “Of course not. He’s too egotistical and annoying to be found relatively attractive.” She denies.

“I mean, I wouldn’t blame you. He’s very handsome.” Chloe comments. “And that accent.” She adds.

“Are you sure you’re not the one who fancies him?” Joey asks, laughing.

“Not my type. Besides, he seems to have his eye on you.” Chloe smirks, nudging Joey’s elbow. “All I’m saying is it wouldn’t hurt for you to… get some. Especially after Will.”

“Oh, shut up, you. Let’s go.” Joey says, as they both get in the car, Chloe in the drivers seat, Joey next to her in the passenger seat.

Lucifer then tells Joey his ‘clue’, so she speaks through her headset to those at the precinct. “Yeah, therapist in Beverly Hills with the first name Linda. See if Delilah was a client.” She speaks on the headset, as Chloe sets off.

“Ah-ah, actually, she had a pseudonym, which I also happen to know.” Lucifer interrupts from the back seat. “I’m quite good at this, aren’t I?” He smirks. “Penny Lane.” He reveals.

“Okay.” Joey nods to Lucifer. “Delilah may have gone by Penny Lane. Thanks.” She says on her headset, then notices Lucifer grinning to himself in the back. “Don’t look so smug.” She tells him. “Nothing’s panned out yet.”

“No, no. It’s not that. It’s just that I knew I recognised you.” He replies.

“Right.” Joey nods. “Right, you’ve seen my boobies. It’s exciting. What, are you 12?”

“So is the, uh… is the movie why you’ve got such a chip on your shoulder?” Lucifer asks.

“Uh, it’s low on the list of things I have to live down, I guess.” Joey vaguely replies.

“Right. Attractive female cops struggling to be taken seriously in a man’s man’s world— that it?” Lucifer guesses, looking between Joey and Chloe.

“Yeah, something like that.” Joey replies, as her and Chloe share a smile.

“Well, they’re threatened. You’re clearly smart and have notable instincts. Ignore them. Trust yourself.” Lucifer tells Joey, until her headset rings.

“Detective Anderson.” Joey answers. “Alright, text it to me. Thanks.”

“What’s that?” Lucifer asks, leaning forward and smiling knowingly.

Joey sighs, “What you were saying stands up. There’s a Penny Lane who sees a Dr. Linda Martin in Beverly Hills.”

“Excellent. I’ll clear my schedule.” Lucifer replies, when this time, Chloe’s headset rings. “Ooh, we’re very popular.”

“Please stop talking.” Chloe tells him, answering the call. “Hello. What? You’re kidding me. Is she okay? Oh, of course he’s not there. Thanks.” She says. “We gotta make a pit stop.” She announces to Joey and Lucifer.

“What? No, absolutely not.” Lucifer says.

“My kid got into a fight. I got to pick her up.” Chloe replies.

“What, can’t she get herself home?” Lucifer replies, confused.

“She’s seven.” Joey states.

“Look, I’m not here to help you run errands. I’m here to help you solve a homicide.” Lucifer reminds them.

“Really?” Chloe says, before swerving the car aggressively round the corner, sending Lucifer flying to the other side, Joey giggling.

Later on, they arrive outside the school. “You, stay put.” Joey says to Lucifer, as her and Chloe hop out of the car.

“With pleasure. Despise children.” Lucifer mumbles.

As Joey and Chloe walk up to the entrance, Lucifer steps out of the car, getting ready to smoke a cigarette, when he notices a rather attractive women swaying her hips as she walks into the building, so he eagerly follows her into the school, but looses track of her once inside the building.

Lucifer sighs, looking up and down the corridor at the bustling children, and decides to sit down on the nearest bench, flicking his lighter on.

“I don’t think you’re allowed to smoke in her.” A little high-pitched voice comments from next to him.

Lucifer looks to his side, seeing two young girls, one with short black hair, missing front teeth, and the other with dirty blonde hair, also missing a few teeth.

“Oh, dear, what will become of me?” Lucifer replies.

“My Mommy and her sister are police officers. They could arrest you.” The black haired girl tells Lucifer, looking at the blonde girl.

“Oh, I think I may know your mother.” He says. “And your… sister.” He smiles, looking at the blonde one.

“What’s your name?” The blonde girl asks.

“Lucifer.” He tells them.

“Like the Devil?” The pair of them whisper.

“Exactly.” Lucifer grins.

“My name’s Devon, but everybody calls me Dev.” The blonde girl tells Lucifer.

“And my name’s Beatrice, but everybody calls me Trixie.” The black-haired girl tells Lucifer.

Lucifer furrows his eyebrows at Trixie. “That’s a hooker’s name.”

“What’s a hooker?” Dev asks.

“Ask your sister.” He tells her, then pauses. “So… why are you in trouble?’ He asks them both.

“See that girl over there?” Trixie points to a girl their age sitting on the opposite bench. Lucifer nods. “She was bullying me. She created a fake Snapchat account and used it to make fun of me.” She explains. “So… Dev told me to kick her in the no-no-touch-touch square.” Lucifer furrows his eyebrows, and Trixie points to his lap.

“Oh. Oh, I see. Well played.” He smiles. “Well played, indeed.” He says, standing up and making his way over to the bully.

Lucifer kneels down in front of the girl. “Hello, mean girl.” He smiles. “Did you know there’s a special section of Hell reserved for bullies? So, have fun.” He taunts, turning his eyes a deep red, causing scream to escape from the girl.

Hearing the scream, Joey and Chloe both rush out of the door next to the bench. “What did you do?” Joey asks Lucifer.

“Oh… I just think someone’s feeling a little guilty.” Lucifer replies, looking at the bully.

Chloe smiles softly, then a little boy runs down the corridor, jumping on Joey’s back, causing her to stumble forwards a step or two at the impact, but she giggles nonetheless, knowing it’s her baby brother, Arlo.

“Joeeeeeeeyyyyyyy!” Arlo shouts, a bright smile covering his face.

Joey laughs, before reaching around her side, grabbing his arms and pulling him off her back, holding his hand. “Hello, buddy.” Joey smiles.

“Missed you, Jo-Jo.” The little boy says, staring in awe at the girl.

“Missed you more, chipmunk.” Joey says, scuffing his hair, as Trixie and Devon jump off the bench, holding each others hands and skipping down the corridor, as they ramble to Chloe about the mean girl.

Lucifer decides to trail behind Joey and her little companion, watching their interaction, until he catches the attention of the brown haired boy. “Who are you?” He asks.

“I’m Joey’s new favourite person.” Lucifer grins.

The boy giggles. “No, silly. What’s your name?”

“Lucifer.” Lucifer tells him.

“Cool!!!” The boy exclaims. “My name’s Arlo. I like your suit.” He compliments.

“Why, thank you.” Lucifer replies, softly smiling, as they stop outside of the school. Joey is still holding Arlo’s hand, whilst Chloe and Trixie are talking, so Dev wanders back to Joey, grabbing her free hand.

They’re at the front of the school, when Dan approaches them.

“Hi, Daddy.” Trixie greets.

“Hiya, munchkin.” Dan smiles.

“Wow, shocker, you’re late.” Chloe says.

“Come on, give me a break.” Dan replies.

Trixie immediately plugs her fingers in her eyes to prevent her from listening to their argument. Joey notices, letting go of Dev and Arlo’s hands. And picks up Trixie, placing her on the side of her hip, hugging her comfortingly.

“I’m putting a case to bed.” Dan reminds Chloe.

“Right, like I’m not working a case too. Oh, yeah, the one you tried to steal from us.” Chloe says.

“You mean the open and shut one.” Dan says, sparing a glare at Joey. “You did open and shut it, right?”

“We’re being diligent, Dan. It’s a high-profile case.” Joey replies, knowing the question was directed mainly at her.

“Exactly, which is why you need to be smart about it.” Dan says.

“She is smart. You’re the dimwit.” Lucifer butts in, coming to Joey’s defence right away. “Perhaps you should refrain from arguing in front of the child. It’s unbecoming.” Lucifer adds, as Dan glances at an uncomfortable Trixie.

Dan then takes a step closer to Lucifer. “I don’t know whether to laugh or to shoot you.” He threatens.

“Surprise me.” Lucifer taunts.

“Isn’t he funny, Danny?’ Dev says, smiling.

“Hey, can you, uh, drop Trixie off at my Mom’s?” Chloe asks. “And Dev and Arlo at Steve’s? We got to go. Thank you.” Chloe says, as Joey puts Trixie down. “Trixella, give mommy a kiss.” Trixie kisses her. “I love you so much.”

“Good job standing up to the mean girl, you two.” Joey says, holding up both her hands, which Dev and Trixie both high-five eagerly.

“Thanks Jo-Jo. Thanks Auntie Chloe. What’s a hooker?” Dev asks.

Joey glances at Lucifer, who smirks slightly, avoiding eye contact. “Danny will tell you.” Joey says, Dan throwing her a mean look, as him, Trixie, Arlo and Dev all walk off.

“Bye Lucifer, it was nice meeting you!” Arlo says, as the three children wave him goodbye.

“Hmm. I think they like you.” Joey says.

“Of course they do— what’s not to like?” Lucifer replies, as the three of them walk back to the car.

The three of them had then taken the journey to meet the therapist in Beverly Hills, and were waiting in the waiting room to be seen.

“Were your offspring’s planned or a mistake?” Lucifer boldly asks Joey and Chloe, as he makes himself a cup of tea.

“They’re not mine. We’re siblings.” Joey clarifies for herself.

“Yet you have the responsibility of them? Where are their… your parents?” Lucifer asks.

“Incapable of parenting, apparently.” Joey mumbles.

“My father can relate to that.” Lucifer agrees. “And yourself, Detective Decker?” He asks.

“Planned, sort of.” Chloe replies.

“Really? ‘Cause I’ve never understood the human desire to pro-create.” Lucifer replies.

“That’s probably a good thing.” Joey tells him.

“I mean, children are hideous little creatures, terrible, taxing burdens.” He insults, taking a sip of his tea.

“Hmm.” Joey and Chloe both hum together, sarcastically.

“Hmm.” Lucifer hums, before realising he’s insulted both of them. “Oh, um, yours are fine. I mean, you know, nothing to crow about, but nothing to be too embarrassed about, either, so that’s quite good, isn’t it?”

“Are you at all aware of how dickish you sound?” Joey asks him, as her and Chloe look at each other, astounded.

“No.” Lucifer replies. “Speaking of dicks… why was that ex-husband of yours pressuring you both to close the case?” He asks Chloe.

“No reason.” Chloe replies.

“Strange.” Lucifer states.

“Yes, you are.” Joey tells him.

“Did my father send you?” He turns around, asking Joey, who goes to shake her head and answer, but the door opens, and a blonde woman with glasses peers around the corner.

“Okay, Detectives, I’ll see you now.” Dr. Linda smiles, inviting them into her room.

“Thank you.” Chloe says.

“Oh. Detectives.” Lucifer grins at Joey, feeling included, who just rolls her eyes.

The three of them walk into the room, and take seats on the sofa facing Dr. Linda, who sits on a chair. Joey is sat in between Chloe and Lucifer.

Chloe begins the questioning, like she usually does when her and Joey work together. “Dr. Martin, we’d like to ask you a few questions about Delilah.” She begins, but it’s obvious that Dr. Martin isn’t paying attention, as her eyes are strangely fixated on Lucifer.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Lucifer says to the Doctor, smirking.

“What?” Dr. Martin says, snapping out of her trance momentarily.

“Yes, I wouldn’t recommend it. I’m like walking heroin.” Lucifer replies. “Very habit-forming. It never ends well.”

Dr. Martin sighs. “I’m sorry, do… do you two know each other?’ Joey asks.

“No, no, but I know that look.” Lucifer tells her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Dr. Martin denies.

Lucifer then looks at Joey and pauses. “Actually, that is interesting ‘cause… you don’t look at me that way.” He says, leaning closer to her.

“What way?” Joey asks.

“With carnal fascination.” Lucifer answers.

“That’s ‘cause it doesn’t exist.” Joey states.

“No, you see, that’s just it— with most women, it does. I tend to appeal to the dark, mischievous hearts in all of you, but, you, Detective, you seem oddly immune to my charms.” Lucifer explains.

“Referring to them as ‘charms’, I think, is a bit of a stretch.” Joey tells him. “Truth be told I find you repulsive, like, on a chemical level.”

“That’s fascinating.” Lucifer says, staring at her in awe as Chloe begins to feel as if she’s third wheeling.

“You say it’s fascinating, and yet I can see that it disturbs you, doesn’t it? Deeply.” Dr. Martin analyses.

Joey looks uncomfortable, Lucifer thoughtful, and Chloe confused.

“Dr. Martin, we know that, um, Delilah was having a clandestine affair with a wealthy married man, so if you could just tell us his name, we will be on our way.” Chloe says, continuing the questioning that had been strangely interrupted.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do that.” Dr. Martin says.

“Oh, she’s one of the complex ones.” Lucifer whispers to Joey, smiling. “Linda, darling.” He says, leaning closer to her from the sofa. “Why don’t you tell me? Hmm?”

“Well, I can’t.” She laughs. “I want to, but I can’t.” She says, as Lucifer continues to stare into her eyes, she starts laughing louder. “Oh, you’re the devil.”

Lucifer chuckles, “Correct.” She keeps laughing. “Now, come on, Dr. Martin. I know you want to.” He says, seductively.

“Oh, man, and it’s really, really juicy, too.” She laughs.

“Ooh, I bet it is.” Lucifer encourages her.

“No, I can’t.” She shakes her head.

“What did you do to her?” Joey whispers to Lucifer. “Did you roofie her?”

“Oh, no, it’s not her fault. She’s just reacting to me. Just watch and learn, okay?” Lucifer replies. “Right, the answer is yes, we can take a trip to pound town if we must, but first, you’re gonna have to tell us, Linda, okay?”

Linda moans then chuckles. “Okay! It’s Grey Cooper.” She finally reveals.

“Grey Cooper?” Chloe says. “Seriously?”

“That is juicy.” Joey adds.

“Grey Cooper, the actor?” Lucifer asks. “The one who’s married to Amanda what’s-her-chops?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Joey nods.

“Oh, no, he’s horrible. So square-jawed, so handsome, so vanilla. Oh, I’m really quite disappointed in Delilah. That’s truly terrible taste in the opposite sex.” Lucifer disapproves.

“Thank you very much, Dr. Martin. We’ll be in touch.” Chloe says, standing up.

“Alright, we got to go.” Joey tells Lucifer, as she goes to stand up, but Lucifer stops her by grabbing her arm.

“Yes, of course, but I… I made a deal.” Lucifer says, looking at Linda. “So I’m going to have to hold up my end of the bargain. You wouldn’t mind waiting outside?” He asks Joey, as Chloe had already left to get in the car.

“Are you seriously talking about having sex with her right now?” Joey says, lowering her voice.

“Well, it won’t take long.” Lucifer replies.

“I do yoga.” Dr. Martin interrupts. “Hot… yoga. I’m freakishly flexible. Want to see?” She asks, then begins to spread her legs. “Wow!” She laughs loudly. “I really tried to keep that one in.”

“Well, you tried, that’s all that matters.” Lucifer tells her, as Joey begins to stand back up, walking to the door, opening it, glaring at Lucifer. “I’m really sorry, but I’m gonna have to take a rain check.” Lucifer says to Linda, standing up as Joey waits by the door for him. “I will be back, okay?’

“I certainly hope so.” Dr. Martin replies.

“My word is my bond.” Lucifer says, then leaves with Joey.

Lucifer, Joey and Chloe had then gone to find Grey Cooper, who was in the middle of shooting for some kind of action film. The three of them walk onto set, Joey and Chloe stopping at the barriers where everybody else was watching the filming take place. Although, Lucifer had decided to carry on walking, pushing past people, and eventually past the barriers. “Ah, excuse me. Thank you.” He says, as he walks out into the middle of the scene.

“Hey, hey, sir!” The security guard shouts after him, as a car then crashes at Lucifer’s feet. He had interrupted a massive shot.

“Who the hell is this guy?” The director yells, standing up. “What the hell are you doing?” He asks angrily, walking up to Lucifer.

“Excuse me. Excuse me. Sorry.” Joey and Chloe push through, walking to Lucifer’s side. “Sorry, he’s with us.” Joey says to the director, as her and Chloe flash their Detective badges.

Lucifer then looks at the actor who was in the car crash (the stunt double). “That’s not Grey Cooper.” He says, disappointed.

“No, of course not. What the hell is this?” The director says.

“We need to speak with Mr. Cooper.” Chloe tells him, as Joey sighs, looking at Lucifer.

Grey Cooper then comes out moments later, and they begin questioning him. “God, Delilah, yeah, heard about that this morning. I can’t believe it. We did a movie together last year. Got pretty close.” He says.

“Lovers?” Lucifer asks.

“Friends.” Grey corrects.

“Friends who were lovers?” Lucifer suggests, as Joey pulls his arm back slightly.

“Settle down.” She tells him.

“I’ll handle the questions.” Chloe tells him. “Mr. Cooper, when did you last have contact with Delilah?”

“Well, actually, I just have one more question before you proceed with the boring ones.” Lucifer interrupts, then stares Grey in the eyes. “Tell me, Mr. Cooper, what do you want more than anything in this world? What’s your deepest, darkest desire? When you close your eyes, what do you see?”

“I’m the president of the Unite States of America.” Grey replies, in Lucifer’s trance.

“Ha!” Lucifer exclaims. “Well, who’s the devil now, eh?” He says, looking at Joey.

“Those are some pretty big aspirations there, Mr. Cooper.” Joey comments.

Grey chuckles awkwardly, “Well, after the acting and stuff.”

“No need to be embarrassed. Hell, if Arnold can do it, right?” Chloe laughs.

“Now, you wouldn’t want any nasty secrets screwing that up for you, would you?” Joey asks him, suggestively.

“Is there a point to this?” Grey asks.

“Mr. Cooper, were you having an affair with Delilah?” Chloe asks.

“Honey!” A voice calls from behind them. It’s Amanda, Grey’s wife. “Have you been getting my texts? I thought they were breaking you for lunch like a half hour ago.” She says to Grey, before glancing at Lucifer, Joey, and Chloe. “What’s going on?” She asks her husband.

“These people are detectives.” Grey tells her.

“Real ones?” Amanda asks, dumbly.

“We have some questions about Delilah.” Chloe tells the brunette woman.

“Oh. Oh. Yes, it’s so sad.” Amanda nods.

“Yeah. Very sad.” Grey agrees.

“Your watch, where’d you get that?” Joey asks, noticing the same watch from the drug dealer.

Grey looks down at it momentarily. “Oh, it’s a prop.” He shrugs.

“No, that’s the one Delilah gave you, isn’t it? For ‘Time Will Tell’?” Amanda reminds him, exposing him.

“Right. That’s the movie we did. It was a wrap gift.” Grey attempts to cover up.

Joey chuckles, “Yeah. She buy a $10,000 watch for the whole crew?”

“Uh, no. Just me, as far as I know. ‘Cause we were, you know, costars and everything.” He rambles.

“You know, you’re gonna have to get much better at lying if you wanna be president.” Lucifer tells him, making eye contact again.

“I know, right?” Grey agrees, caught in Lucifer’s trance again.

“So you were sleeping with her, then, yeah?” Lucifer asks.

“Oh, yeah.” Grey chuckles, and Lucifer starts laughing with him. Grey then snaps out of it. “Crap. I just said that in front of people.” He says, realising what he’s just revealed.

“Whatever. It’s not like I didn’t know.” Amanda says, annoyed. “God, you are a terrible liar. And actor, by the way.”

“You knew?” Grey asks.

“Of course. Why else do you think I’ve been sleeping with Bobby?” Amanda says.

“Are you serious?” Grey’s face drops.

“Oh, yeah. And it is good. Mmm. I climb that man like a tree. Right, Bobby?” Amanda calls out to the buff guy behind them.

“My bodyguard?” Grey says, angrily. “What a cliche.”

“Oh, I’m a cliche? Well, you’re a dick.” Amanda bites back.

“Oh, boy.” Chloe mumbles.

Grey then steps towards his bodyguard, shoving him in the chest as the pair start pushing each other, Amanda attempting to get in between them and make them stop.

“Hey, guys. Arrest them.” Chloe orders the two backing officers when Grey and Bobby start swinging at each other. “One of them’s got to be guilty.” She mumbles to Joey.

Later on, Joey had gone back to Lux with Lucifer to think over the case while Chloe had to go and pick up Trixie from Dan. Lucifer and Joey were at the bar, the club being empty, and Lucifer had managed to convince Joey to have a drink.

“Thanks.” Joey sighs as he slides her a drink. “So, Grey and Amanda have zero connection to the shooter.” She says, sighing again. “But the shooter had the same watch as Grey. That can’t be a coincidence. Maybe Delilah gave him one, too, like a kind of go-to gift. I…” She guesses.

“Well, that would imply she was actually sleeping with that maggot.” Lucifer reminds her.

“Really?” Joey says, raising her eyebrows. “Jimmy, 2Vile, Grey Cooper. That’s three other maggots she’s sleeping with. I don’t think there’s a lot of discretion going on with her.”

“Yeah. I suppose you got a point.” Lucifer agrees.

Joey takes a sip of her drink, then chuckles softly. “God, what am I doing here?” She mumbles.

“Wrong deity, but, yes, that is the eternal question.” Lucifer replies, smirking.

Joey chuckles, “No, I mean here, in a bar, with you.”

“Well, I don’t know. You tell me, Detective. I mean, despite your proclaimed revulsion, you can’t deny that there’s a connection between us.” Lucifer says. “Tell me, what do you actually want?”

Joey leans forwards, smirking. “You mean what do I desire more than anything else in this life?” She mocks him.

“Yes. But no tricks. Not that they work on you, you freak.” Lucifer teases. They chuckle. “Seriously, I’m curious.”

“I don’t know. What— what I told you’s true. I— I really do want to help people.” Joey says, and Lucifer raises his eyebrows for her to carry on. “My father was a bad person, my mother was never around. My older brother, Dylan, was a cop, a great cop. I tried the acting thing to get a bit of cash. I took off my top. Wasn’t really contributing to the betterment of society.”

“I disagree. I love that movie.” Lucifer smirks.

“So I quit. Decided to become a cop like Dylan and, uh, dealt with the whole ‘Hot Tub High School’ thing, until, um, I became a detective and found a whole new way to ostracise myself.” Joey finishes.

“Ah, the reason Chloe’s ex-maggot was pressuring you to close this?” Lucifer asks.

“Yeah. Yeah.” Joey nods. “Exactly. There was a case, a shooting on Eastwood Street where a cop was shot, and I saw it differently than pretty much everyone in our department, including Dan . And I stuck my neck out, and it backfired.” Joey explains. “And now no one wants to work with me, so…” Joey laughs sadly.

“Well, I’m available.” Lucifer reminds her, as they smile softly at each other.

“Too bad your little protege isn’t around to collect the check.” Maze interrupts, nodding at the TV screen, showing how Delilah’s records have gone through the roof.

“Oh, wow.” Joey’s face drops.

“What?” Lucifer asks.

“Delilah didn’t give that watch to the drug dealer.” She says, vaguely, before rushing out, Lucifer following right after her. She explained everything in the car to him as they speed over to a particular record studio.

They storm into Jimmy Barnes’ studio, Lucifer first. “Hello, Jimmy.” He greets, intimidatingly.

“Really?” Jimmy chuckles, rolling his eyes.

“How’s the album sales doing?” Lucifer asks, angrily.

“What album?” Jimmy asks, playing dumb.

“Soundtrack to ‘Time Will Tell’, which you produced. Whitney Houston hit the top ten for album sales after her death.” Joey says, slowly walking closer to Jimmy, Lucifer close by. “Michael Jackson hit the stratosphere. Not sure you’ll achieve such heights having Delilah killed, but that sure is a boatload of royalty checks headed your way.” Joey says, stopping and crossing her arms. “Guess you really needed the cash, huh? Which is why you had to pay the shooter with your watch.”

“The watch Delilah gave you. Now, that’s just sick. But then you are, so…” Lucifer adds, from behind Joey.

Suddenly, Jimmy grabs a gun from his pocket, and puts the nearest guy in a headlock, pointing the gun at his head. At almost the same time, Joey pulls out her gun, pointing it at Jimmy.

“Hey, Jimmy?” Joey shouts.

“I made her, she ruined me. She humiliated me. She owes me.” Jimmy rambles, angrily.

“You’re not God, Jimmy. You didn’t make her. But you did destroy her. So I’m gonna punish you.” Lucifer says, taking slow steps towards Jimmy.

“You back off, you freak. I mean it.” Jimmy warns him. “I am not going to jail for that bitch. No chance.”

“Listen to him, Lucifer. Back off.” Joey says, but Lucifer carries on making his way closer to Jimmy.

“I told you, it’s fine, I’m immortal.” Lucifer says, turning around to face Joey, then back at Jimmy, who goes to pull his trigger, but Joey catches his movement and shoots at him first, Jimmy falling straight to the ground.

“Well why did you do that?” Lucifer asks, pissed off.

“He was gonna kill you.” Joey states.

“No, no, no, no, no, no. You just… you just let him off too easy. He needs to pay! He needs to suffer! He needs to feel the pain, not escape it!” Lucifer says, raising his voice.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure where he’s going, the pain’s coming.” Joey says, trying to calm him down.

“No. No, it’s not, actually. And you know why? Because I’m here and he’s…” Lucifer starts shouting, but is interrupted by gun shots going off, one of them hitting Joey. She gasps, falling to the floor. Jimmy had gathered his last strength to pull his trigger, shooting aimlessly at the two of them.

Joey fell through a glass table, blood already covering her neck and chest as she gasps for air on the floor. Lucifer instantly rushes over to her, kneeling next to her, hovering over her as he places his hands on either side of the floor next to her head. “Joey.” He says, gently, whilst cupping the side of her face.

Joey gasps weakly, “I don’t want to die, not yet.” She whispers, pure terror on her face.

“I won’t let you.” Lucifer tells her. “Father will just have to wait for you.” He smiles gently, when suddenly more shots go off, hitting Lucifer multiple times in the back. Joey sees his body flinch as the bullets strike him. “Just… give me one second.” He says to Joey, before standing up and making his way over to Jimmy.

Joey only manages to see Jimmy continuing to shoot at Lucifer as he makes his way towards him, before everything goes black.

The next thing Joey knows, she’s opening her eyes to an overly-bright appearing hospital room, as she squints to adjust to the lighting.

“Well, look who’s back.” Lucifer grins, seated next to her bed.

Joey smiles up at him softly, before moving her head slightly and groaning. “How long have I been out?” She asks.

Lucifer sighs, a serious look forming on his face. “Three years.”

Joey’s face drops. “What?” She says, concerned, until Lucifer starts chuckling, causing her to giggle too, shaking her head. “You’re such an ass.”

“Thank you.” Lucifer replies, smiling.

Joey is recalling in her head what had happened before turning to face Lucifer again. “He was firing at you. Why aren’t you… more dead?”

“You’re having a very hard time with the immortal thing, aren’t you?” Lucifer replies.

Joey sighs. “What happened with Jimmy?”

“Jimmy? Jimmy got what he deserved.” Lucifer tells her.

“Hm.” Joey hums. “Well, I’m pretty sure I’d be dead if you hadn’t helped me, so… thank you.” She thanks, genuinely.

“Sorry, what was that? That last bit.” Lucifer teases. “I didn’t quite get that.” He says, leaning forward.

Joey just smiles. “Thank you.” She says, clearly, placing a gentle hand on his arm.

“You’re welcome.” Lucifer says, feeling slightly flustered, he leans back, letting out a cough. “And, besides, you know, you’re far too interesting to let die.” He plays off.

“You saved my life because I’m interesting?” Joey replies.

“Wildly irritating as well, but yes.” Lucifer nods.

The pair smile at each other softly, before Joey asks, “What now?”

“Well, I mean, I’ve obviously proven myself to be an invaluable crime-fighting tool.” He begins, standing up, putting his blazer jacket on. “You’re a pariah in the department. I think this could be the start of a beautiful friendship. Don’t you?”

“Who the hell are you?” Joey chuckles softly.

“I told you, I’m…” Lucifer begins, before being interrupted by Devon and Arlo sprinting into the room.

“Lucifer!” Arlo shouts excitedly, hugging the side of his leg as that’s as high as he could reach.

“Uh, yes. Hello, children.” Lucifer says, uncomfortably. “I’m just…” Lucifer says, peeling Arlo off of his leg, picking him up in the air, “why don’t you save some of this unpleasantness for your sister, yeah?” He then places both Arlo and Devon in Joey’s bed, both of them practically on top of Joey. Joey groans at the weight being placed on her fresh wound. “Oops, sorry.” Lucifer apologises.

“Are you hurt?” Arlo asks Joey.

“I’m okay.” Joey replies, as Arlo pulls a cute face at her.

“Right. Well, I’d stay for the family reunion, but it’s giving me terrible IBS. So, look forward to seeing you soon, Joey.” Lucifer says, about to leave.

“I don’t.” Joey smiles sarcastically at him, as she runs a gentle hand through Devon’s hair, letting Arlo place a kiss on her bandage.

“Bye, now. Glad you’re not dead.” He smiles, leaving.

After Lucifer left, he retuned to Lux, where he’s sitting at the bar, staring into space. Maze enters, and he can sense her presence. “I can sense your disapproval, Maze, what is it?” He asks, and she walks over to him.

“I just don’t understand why you would save a human’s life.” Maze tells him.

“Well, there’s something different about her that I don’t quite understand, and it vexes me.” Lucifer explains.

“Maybe it’s not her that’s different.” Maze suggests.

Lucifer chuckles. “Is this where I’m supposed to ask, ‘whatever do you mean?’.” He asks.

“I’m worried the humans are rubbing off on you. Stop caring. You’re the devil.” She tells him.

“Yes, I am.” Lucifer says, taking a swig of his drink.

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Abriella's Father and her good friend....the couple that surprised everyone else...could they end up surprising each other?

After there had been some discussion with Thenasus and Gail about meeting up for dinner later if they did not end up getting together with Delilah and Talon, and possibly even all six of them meeting up, Anna and Adriel decided to head off on their own for a little while to get to know one another after the morning’s excitement. Thenasus was going to show Gail to hers and possibly a small tour of the areas of the Palace she wanted to see. Everyone agreed that they were going to definitely avoid whatever had gone on in the garden. With what had been explained, the gardens could wait for another day, there were plenty of other areas of the Palace that could be enjoyed in the mean time.

Annabella had her hand in the crook of Adriel’s elbow as they walked at a leisurely pace down the elegant hallways towards the set of rooms that would be her private sanctuary for the foreseeable future. Adriel had asked what she’d like to do after getting situated in her suite, but she still wasn’t sure. She was honestly still coming to grips with everything that had happened that morning, both all of the introductions and then the commotion. She felt bad for Yael and her reaction to the first angel she’d been near since her horrific experience of being under Gabriel’s control, but knew that Adriel had done nothing wrong to cause her reaction. It may have been a few centuries prior, but she still remembered her own overwhelming fear after her family had been attacked by whatever the creatures had been. Fear could make you react in ways you could not control, and at times could not even understand. She had Jean Pierre and Armaund to guide and help her those many years ago, hopefully Yael would be able to feel up to joining all the women again soon with Leandre and Deacon’s help. She knew that they were all concerned about her, even with both Abriella and Deacon’s assurances that she was in good hands with Leandre. She might not know Deacon, but Annabella trusted Abriella implicitly.

Finding out that Abriella’s cousin had been attacked, even if they were in no danger, made her concerned for her friends. Certainly whatever happened would not go unchallenged by the Horsemen and their friends. In some respects, she was used to the threat of danger. One did not live in a supernaturally charged city such as New Orleans for over 275 years and not deal with conflict; however she’d never had the threats that she knew that Abriella faced from the Princes.

“You seem tense, Annabella.” Adriel’s voice cut through her thoughts and had her attention returning to him. A soft smile forming on her lips as she looked at the handsome angel that would be keeping her company and showing her around Imperium.

“This morning has just been eventful and somewhat overwhelming. I guess I’m just coming to terms with it all. Sorry, I did not mean to be rude, Adriel. Sometimes I get a little lost in my own thoughts. Hazard of my job for the last 300 years I guess.” Her shoulders rose towards her ears briefly as her smile turned sheepish. He had been nothing but sweet and kind since they were introduced, and here she was ignoring him.

“Bella, darling, there is nothing to apologize for. Your friend was most distressed and so shortly after having arrived in this new place, then to have the uproar with the arrival of Kaylin and Asher, it would upset anyone. Everything you know has changed. It is understandable that you would not be feeling like the ground is once again solid under your feet.” Adriel reached over and gently patted her hand on his arm, leaving his hand atop it and gently squeezing. The female still seemed deeply troubled though, and that concerned him. He knew there had been a lot of changes thrown at all of them since they came to Imperium; but Bella was to be his focus, so he intended to find out what the problem was.

“If you are too overwhelmed this evening, it would be understood if you did not wish to have company or to just be with Gail. I can explain to Thenasus. We can ensure that you ladies have everything you need and leave you alone” While he rather looked forward to seeing the shapely blonde in whatever finery his daughter had left for her in her suite, he also did not want to push. “I can arrange for dinner to be brought to your suite if you wish to be alone. Something simple and quiet will be easily arranged for you, mia bella. Comfort food, a taste of home even?” He hoped that she would want to stay in with him and not wish to join others. Wine, candles, and a fine dinner on the balcony of one of their suites would be perfect. He wished to get to know the beauty on his arm on a much deeper level, and do so without prying ears and eyes.

No one had ever called her Bella, always Anna. That Adriel was different than anyone before was an understatement, and his choice in the way he shortened her name just seemed to underscore that fact. She liked it though. “No, I will be fine. Sometimes I just get a little all up in my head and ahead of things. I tend to over analyze things, that is what has made me good at my job, and I was good at it.” She was obviously proud of what she had done with the Triad in New Orleans, but she still gave him a bit of a sheepish smile before continuing. “I guess I’m also still trying to figure out what my place here will be. It’s not like there will be much call for what I’ve been doing for the last 275 years. I’m sure the others are feeling the same way, so I’m not alone.” She looked over at Adriel and tipped her head. Abriella had told her that Adriel already had things to share and show her.

“Bella, darling, you’ve been here one day.” He chuckled and smiled warmly at her. “Imperium is different than Earth, but there is no reason to fear that you will be useless or bored. Take some time to relax, regroup, and decide better what it is that you want and how you want to do it. Also, do not think you are limited to this realm only.” Now he winked at her with a sly smirk forming on his lips. Oh, the surprises that he had for her, but was not ready to reveal. “You are not alone, nor do you have to figure it out immediately. I promise you that things may not be as different as they seem at first.” His hand atop hers tightened and he drew them to a stop to the side of the hallway they were in. They were alone, so he was in no fear of anyone overhearing them or interrupting.

“There is much that can be done here and elsewhere that you have not even begun to be exposed to, and that is what I am to show you.” Adriel turned to face Annabella, taking his fingers and running them lightly under her chin to tip her head up to look at him. The arm she had been clasping now encircled her waist to hold her close to him. “I promise that you shall neither be bored, nor feel useless. If you start to feel that way, I insist that you tell me immediately.” While there was still a smile upon his lips, there was a seriousness within his eyes. He did not wish her ever to feel that she did not fit in or was not wanted and needed. “And I will keep your skills sharp for whatever you choose to do in the future. We have rules and laws here, as well as what is allowed topside by the residents. Often we do have to do investigation, I could use some assistance. A beautiful assistant would not be such a bad thing.” The back of his fingers ran along her jaw as he gave her a wink and raised his brows. What was it about this blonde that was capturing his interest so? She had captivated him since he had first laid eyes upon her, even with the disturbance that had taken place due to no one having warned the poor Nephilim ahead of time of his arrival.

Anna felt her stomach do a small flop at his touch and the intense look in those dark eyes. They drew her in and held her. After her previous romantic encounter with a man she thought she knew and had trusted more than she had Jean Pierre and Armaund even, she was not sure if she was deluding herself that there was interest there; but she felt that there was, and it was returned. He was intriguing, dark for an angel in both his mannerisms and skin tone, and there was a sense that beneath his calm exterior lay much danger if provoked. Why that drew her to him even more, she was not sure. Still healing from her disaster of a relationship with Massa, she felt a mess when it came to any male, even an angel.

Swallowing, she hid all of her insecurities behind a well crafted mask of a smile, one she had presented to the world many times over her long life. “Then, I will put my trust in you, Adriel, and we’ll see what trouble you can get me into, or out of.” Now her smile held an amused lilt to it, almost a smirk. She moved a step closer to him, her hand moving around his bicep that she’d been holding onto, to stay resting atop his upper arm. Her head tipped down slightly so her blue eyes were now looking up into his darker ones through lowered lashes, a flirt that was practiced. “I’m looking forward to seeing what you have in store for me. It does sound like my previous experience could be a use here and that is reassuring.” Mask in place, she could be what was expected of her, what she had always been, as a wall of steel and titanium slowly rose around her heart once more. Trust no one and no one could hurt you.

“I promise, dear Bella, that all of it will be quite painless.” A lock of her golden hair twirled around his finger. “Possibly even enjoyable. It all depends on you, and how much you are open to.” Adriel let his thumb sweep her cheekbone. He would not press nor rush a thing with her, but the attraction and draw between them was undeniable. There was little doubt within his mind that by the end of the evening, his lips would be on hers and she would be within his arms. Not something he would apologize for or turn down, any man who would could be considered certifiable.

Whatever it was that was drawing her and he together, there was more to it than simple animalistic attraction. Adriel knew from his long years upon the Earth and Heavenly Realm that when such things came into play, it was best to follow where they led rather than to fight against them. When they led to such a beautiful creature as the one before him, he had no intention of fighting it. He was actually going to enjoy seeing where it led and exploring it with her, if she was as open as he was.

What was he doing to her? Or was it even him at all? She wasn’t sure, but there was part of her that believed that it wasn’t and that he was being pulled by the same thing that was pulling her. She still was erecting walls and hiding behind the mask she had created early on as part of the Triad, but she felt a growing war within herself. “Well, I trust you, Adriel, so I’d say I’m pretty open to anything.” Her lips curved in a sassy smirk when she saw his eyes darken in reaction to her words. Anna’s eyes dropped briefly to take in his broad and muscular chest, framed perfectly by the cut of his dress shirt. When her eyes again met his, they too had darkened. She couldn’t deny that the male in front of her was one that any female would be blessed to have paying her the kind of attention that he currently was to her. As long as she protected herself, she might as well be able to enjoy herself some.

One moment they were in the hallway, the next they were in the opulent drawing room of the suite of rooms that was his within the new wing of the Palace. Things were speeding and heating up between the two of them, and Adriel not only wanted privacy but to get out of the hallway. Brushing her hair away from her ear, Adriel leaned forward and spoke low with his lips brushing softly against the shell of her ear. “My Bella, if touching is what you wish, you are free to.” The backs of his fingers slowly stroked down her neck, and the soft gaspish intake of air he got in response hardened him instantly. Oh, there was definitely something special about the female in his arms, and he would determine very soon what that was.

HIS Bella, why did that almost make her knees feel weak? When was the last time a male had? Had Massa? It was hard to remember with how things had ended. And the brush of his fingers over her skin, leaving an almost tingling path in their wake, those started an ache for him that she didn’t understand. She was not an easy woman, yet just a few hours after meeting Adriel she was drawn to him like she had not been to another. Even as she fought against it, fought to throw up every defense, she felt them falling even without him trying to get through them. She was afraid of this happening, but did not know how to keep fighting. When Anna’s eyes closed as her head tipped back, she could picture an erotic scene between them, and it excited her more than made her nervous. She was completely confused.

“And do you want me to?” Now her voice was the one that was low and husky as Anna spoke close to Adriel’s ear. Her fingers already at the V of the top button of his shirt, letting her index finger slowly caress his tanned skin. It was warm and far softer than she had expected. She wondered what the rest of his muscular chest was like, and the twitch of one pec told her that she was having an effect on him.

The Angel’s lips curved into a devilish smirk. “Have I stopped you?” He hadn’t and he had no intention of it. He would not rush her, pressure her, or do anything to cause her to do something she wasn’t comfortable with; but he also was not going to do one thing to stop what was transpiring between them either. The slender, blonde female in his arms was exciting all of his senses. It had been eons since another had done anything remotely similar to Adriel, and he was not in any hurry for the moment to end.

“We have hours before we must be in the company of others, how those are filled is up to you, mia Bella.” His arm tightened around her to pull her fully flush against his body now. There was no way she could miss his reaction to her and their current situation. That was what Adriel wanted. Whatever was to happen between them, he wanted there to be no misconceptions or miscommunications. He was old enough to know the blonde female was a treasure and he intended to be the one to keep it.

The top button that had been done up on his shirt was freed by nimble fingers on one of her hands as Anna leaned into his embrace, the soft curves of her body molding against the hard planes of his chiseled muscles. He was hard, everywhere. There did not seem to be one inch of him that was not muscle and that awoke every womanly part of her and caused a deep desire that was quite foreign to her, a desire that caused her head to swim and her heart to pound. At the same time she ached to feel more of him in a much more intimate sense. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to go below the belt, but she knew that she wanted that shirt gone and to feel her skin against his. From the hardness against the soft curve of her stomach, she didn’t think he’d have any problem with that.

“I think…” Anna drew her words out slow and sensual as she brought her other hand up to play with the buttons on his fine dress shirt. “I think we should get to know each other better.” Her head tipped to the side, her blonde hair spilling over one shoulder as a sensual smirk formed on her lips, her blue eyes looking up into his dark ones with an expression of desire and honesty combined.

“I do like the sound of that.” His smirk matched her own now. Adriel could feel her pulse racing under his thumb as he gently ran it down her slender and elegant neck. “I promise to be as much of a gentleman as you desire of me to be, mia Bella.” His fingers found purchase on the back of her neck and his lips brushed hers. Their eyes didn’t close but he could feel her breath stutter with the contact between them. “My little Grigori, you are most desired but safe in my arms.” His fingers slid up into her hair and he claimed her mouth in a deep and sensual kiss, his tongue sweeping in for his first taste of her.

One taste and he knew he would not be letting her go. A groan echoed into their kiss, she was the sweetest ambrosia and a contact high in one. The hand on her lower back slid down onto her ass to press her even harder against him, the other hand tightening his grip on her hair. She would be HIS. He would not take her to his bed now, although he was certain that she would have let him. He would even not take her that night. Soon, and when he did, it would be for eternity. He now knew.

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