Type: Angst & fluff
Words: 237
Content: Backstory angst.
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~Lucifer's Pov~
Pacing and over thinking, that is what I was doing. I had just invited the one and only Detective Chloe Decker over to my penthouse. My. Fucking. Penthouse!
Panicking, eventhough I know I don't deserve her. I am the devil. The one who is called the Prince of darkness. The one who is apparently entertained with peoples suffering. All because dear old dad didn't appreciate me and his last chat, when I was still classified as his 'son'. Well I don't think he got the concept of: beating your child till there black n' blue and can't get up is not the way you show love. Everybody knows what happens after that, rebellion shanagan but before he kicked me out he did say one thing to me. That will probably never leave my mind.
"The devil is unable to love" And I think he was right. I've been with 3 different partners in the last 2 years and none have made me happy. They either are Murders, want me for my power, fame and money or Use me.
A few tears falling down my cheek. I quickly wipe them away and mutter. "Maybe he was right. What if I can't love?"
"I don't think that's true" A soft voice whispered in my ear. That voice only belonged to one person in this whole universe. That person was...
