Not Another Bloody Prophecy

Chapter 2

Lucifer was currently speeding along the road in a bad side of town in his sleek, black corvette. heading towards a crime scene.
Everything was finally going well in the devil's life.

He was out of literal hell, and him and the detective were dating. Yes, you heard it right, dating. Three weeks now. There was a bit of a hitch at first. The detective had stolen his mojo during sex, but he got it back. He had discovered this almost a week later when he had accidentally mojo'ed a suspect out of habit.

The man was innocent, but it turned out that he had a strange frog fetish.

They had caught the true perpetrator behind the serial killings involving lilies and slicing women's vocal cords. But unfortunately it had turned out to be Miss Lopez's Chewbacca speaking boyfriend. Pete, aka, Lillyman.

After the ordeal, Miss Lopez claims that she has sworn off men altogether, which was a drastic decision in Lucifer's opinion. Especially after she said that she wasn't switching to women after Lucifer's helpful suggestion.

Him and the demon Mazikeen had considered treating the sociopath to Hell's finest activities, but the detective had managed to talk them out of it. Something about letting the justice system handle it themselves, and then let him get his torture once he arrives in Hell.

But considering that he had mysteriously managed to get three broken ribs, a shattered wrist, permanent damage to his manly parts, and a newfound fear of any music by Justin Bieber, before his arrival to the mental institution, it's safe to assume that Maze hadn't listened.

No one could really say that they felt bad for him. And since there was no evidence implicating Maze, they let it slide.

Daniel Espinoza, or sometimes known as 'Detective Douche' has been absent for over three weeks. Using the sick and personal days he had accumulated. He had told the detective over the phone that he had caught a dreadful case of the flu.

According to Amenadiel and Doctor Linda, Charlie was developing well. But as far as Lucifer could tell, the little angel/human baby was still just as helpless and exhausting as before.

The only truly irritating thing in Lucifer's life was his admittedly-good-looking-but-other-than-that-annoying twin brother, Michael.

As far as Lucifer knows, no one had seen the less charming twin since his and Lucifer's brawl in the penthouse. No one really knew wether Michael had flown back home with his tail between his legs yet, or if he was still skulking in the shadows, cooking something up.

But other than the little Michael issue, everything else in the devil's life was going go- "BLOODY HELL?!"

Lucifer shouted as he hit the brakes. Standing in front of him on the road was a woman. He hadn't noticed her until last second.

The corvette squealed to a stop a mere ten inches from hitting the women. The woman didn't so much as flinch. She seemed almost bored.

Even though it had been centuries since he had last seen her, Lucifer instantly recognized the woman standing before him.

"Hello, baby brother. It's been a while." Irisia said casually.

She wore a bright red cocktail dress that hugged her tall and thin figure, and matching high heel shoes. Undoubtedly both being a high end brand. She, like Lucifer and unlike the majority of their siblings, had refined taste.

"That it has, Iris. Finally decided to pop down for a visit?"  Lucifer answered just as casual.

"Hmm. Thought I'd see what all the rave was about. It's been a while since I've been down here. Thought it might have gotten better since you and Amenadiel seem to be so fond of it. But if anything, it looks to have gotten worse."