Kneel

Case 47

  "Hello, Imp."

  "I already told you to fuck off. You want me to floor your ass again?" I glared at Michael as he stood by my desk.

  "Look, I can explain."

  "Explain that you're an asshole? Already got the memo, Michael." I took a drink from my mug while dropping my gaze back to the files on my desk. "Leave."

  "Imp, it's me. It's Lucifer."

  "Right." I said with heavy sarcasm.

  "Come on, look at the hair. Or-Or the perfectly arranged pocket square. Could Michael pull this off? I don't think so." He scoffed.

  "How convincing." He saw the look on my face before glancing around.

  "Cacuzza, come here. Come here." He grabbed an officer and pulled her in front of him. "Oh, it's good to see you again."

  "Hi."

  "Tell me. What is it you desire?"

  "I....I want to figure out how to disable the cameras in Evidence so I can take a nap in there."

  "Oh! Naughty you. Thank you." He let Cacuzza go while smiling. "Now, I know my brother can't do that." Going around my desk, I pulled him into a hug. When he hugged back, he held me tightly, and he wasn't the least bit hesitant like Michael.

  "I'm so glad it's the real you this time. There aren't any other angels with your face, are there?"

  "Just the one." Lucifer replied. "We should go somewhere more private to talk."

  "Okay. Yeah, uh, interrogation room should be open." Lucifer then walked toward it and waited to say anything until the door closed behind us.

  "Unfortunately, I can't stay for long. Day job and all that."

  "What are you even doing here? Not that I'm complaining."

  "I just....I just needed to make sure you're okay. But of course, you saw through Michael's charade, clever little imp." Lucifer chuckled while gently touching my cheek.

  "Well, I didn't figure it out right away. I mean, some of the stuff he said...."

  "Well, good news on that front. Every word that comes out of that admittedly dashing face is a lie."

  "Figured as much. He even said some really wild stuff."

  "Did he claim he's friends with Elvis? 'Cause for one, the King's still alive, and I'm the only one who knows where. So...." We both laughed, and I shook my head.

  "No, didn't tell me that. Told me I was a gift from God. Absolutely ridiculous, right?" I then saw his smile fall. "Right?" Lucifer seemed speechless, and my brows furrowed. "That's a lie, right? I'm not....I'm not a-a gift from God just for you, am I?"

  "....Yes. I-I know how it sounds, but....trust me, when my mum told me-"

  "Your mom told you? But she's been gone since.... You've kept this from me the whole time?"

  "Well, back then, you didn't even believe in the celestial side of things. A-A-Anyway, Mum only told me because she was trying to keep us apart."

  "Why? 'Cause if you knew I were a gift from your damn dad, you'd throw me away?"

  "No, because she thought if I knew the truth, it would mean the feelings that I had for you weren't real, that I'd feel you were just some....some tool to manipulate me. But I don't feel that way, because I realized that whether you were made for me or not, it doesn't matter."