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Alone
Lucifer took one of his best bottles from the wall and poured himself a drink. A second later it was gone and he realized that maybe he should skip the glass this once and just drink from the bottle. He took the bottle in one hand and used to other to swipe everything from the table, the one he had set up for the Detective. His Detective. Or was she Pierce’s now? Cain’s?
He didn’t want to let the bastard win and he definitely knew that she deserved better. But he also knew that he wasn’t it. She probably knew that too, so why even tell her the truth? That all he cared about, all he wanted, the only happiness he knew was her.
He tried to keep up his playboy lifestyle, but the truth was that he’d rather spend his time with her, solving crimes or even playing games with her offspring. The small urchin was at least on his side and smarter than most children, hell, smarter than most adults. She even believed that he was the Devil and didn’t judge him in the least even though he knew that Daniel had taken her to Sunday school where they taught all the evils of the Prince of Darkness. She judged him on his actions. He actually wanted to spend time with Beatrice, even without the Detective, just to have someone to talk to and maybe because she reminded him of her mother.
Every night at Lux his head was somewhere else and not even the Britneys could relax him. He spent time in the club as he had to, but went to bed alone. Often though he didn’t even go to bed. He just sat at his piano with a bottle or stared over the city from his balcony and imagined that he was in her living room sharing a glass of wine with her.
He discovered that he didn’t experience sexual frustration as humans often did when going through a dry spell. He didn’t even fantasize about sex with the Detective. He fantasized about the most mundane things with her, like cooking in front of her, doing the dishes or just watching the telly with her. What a Devil he was!
She was probably doing these very things with Cain, perhaps even right now.
The bottle flew from his hand and smashed into his bookshelf. Waste of a good bottle. Such a waste of an evening.
He wanted to tell her his feelings, the things he felt and longed for with her. But even if she felt the same, she couldn’t really. Even if she had free will, she didn’t know every side of him. Not the worst side, the side to be feared. The side that he knew would make her run and leave him forever.
He put Hot Tub High School on again. He skipped once again to the scene where she went topless and tried to focus on her attributes as he had before, but as the scene evolved he found himself memorized by the look in her eyes. He remembered a time before he knew the truth about Dad’s involvement where she had looked at him like that. Like she was ready to give him everything he desired. He paused the screen and stared. He longed for her.
His wings twitched for flight as his longing drew him to her. He didn’t want to use the blasted things, just another sign of his Dad’s meddling in his life. Maybe Dad himself made his wings long for her. No free will for the Devil of course.
But what did it matter if he used them this once? To make sure that she made it home safe. It was surely an important reason, he thought as he heard sirens nearby.
He rolled his shoulders and willed them into existence. It was a wonderful feeling to be whole again even though it was against his will. What amputee didn’t miss his leg or arm?
He walked to the balcony and look at the sky. Maybe he should take a look at the stars. He hadn’t seen them in a while, one of the cons by living in the city of angels. Again he felt a longing and his wings twitched, now without the restrictions of being in another universe. He felt the wind in his feathers and reached a decision. He took flight and felt the rush of flying through the clouds, reaching the place where the city lights couldn’t reach the sky. There he saw his stars, the closest things he would ever get to having children. The one thing that had always connected him to earth.
Now he had another. Her. He took a last look at the sky as he let himself fall, the need to be close to her stronger than his love of the stars. He flew over the apartment building where she lived with Maze and the spawn. He released a breath of relief as he saw that not only was her car there, but he saw that Pierce’s car wasn’t. She was alone. He landed on the hood of her car and looked at the living room window where the light was on as the only one in her apartment. She hadn’t gone to bed. He could visit her, tell her the truth and explain why he acted like he did. Maybe she would turn him down, but at least that would put him out of his misery. He would still work beside her if she would let him. Just being near her was enough for him.
He stayed on the hood. He didn’t dare. He was a coward and he knew it. He sat there, even as the living room light turned off and she went to bed. Maze returned home after 2 AM, took one look at him and scoffed. She knew it too. Coward. Around 5 AM he saw the light in the living room turning on and suddenly he saw her walking out the door. He took flight as fast as he could so she wouldn’t see him, but she was busy on the phone.
“Dan, it’s me. …. Yes, I know it’s a bad time, but I just wanted to tell you that I can’t take Trixie to school today. I was just called to a scene and it sounded bad. It’s hush hush for now, so don’t tell anyone. … I know, but I don’t feel like I need that right now. … No, I gotta go now. Talk to you later.”
The Devil smiled. An exciting crime scene was just what he needed. Of course it was awful that someone was dead, but that meant that he could spend time with the Detective and get over the disaster of last night. He hurried back to his penthouse to wait for her call.