Back To Her Roots (Book 2 of Fell in Love with the Devil series)

Sin-Eater

Lucifer and Maya were having a session.

Maya leaned her head back in pleasure as she let out a moan.

"No need for squeals," Lucifer laughed. "I can stop this torture any time you like. You just say the word," He let another drop of candle wax drip onto another sensitive area of her body, sending pleasurable shivers through her.

"Had I realized when you talked about torture all those years ago. I might have taken you up on the offer," Maya said "Don't you dare stop,"

The two kissed.

"What happens if he stops?" Lucifer's mother, who Maya decided to just call Charlotte, due to the victim's body she was currently possessing.

"Oh, I'm having flashbacks," Maya groaned.

"Should I be jealous?" Lucifer questioned.

"Not as good as you," Maya smiled.

Lucifer smiled until Charlotte cleared her throat, reminding the duo she was still there "Listen, Mom. I know I chose not to return you to Hell yet..."

"Which I appreciate," Charlotte said.

"But that doesn't mean you can just waltz in here and accost Maya,"

Charlotte looked over at Maya, the brunette beginning to cover herself back up due to the awkwardness "I apologize. It's just that all these human rules and customs are so confusing. Remember, I'm still getting used to this earthly skin-sack,"

"Yes, yes, you used to be a Goddess, I know," Lucifer said as he took the duster away from her. "But things are different now,"

"And I will figure it out. Now that we're together again, I just want to be part of your lives,"

Lucifer held up the whip cream and duster "Not this part! Out of bounds,"

"What do you mean by 'lives'?" Maya wondered.

"I want to see Amenadiel," Charlotte admitted.

"I'm out. That is one family reunion, I want no part of. Especially considering she's supposed to be back in hell,"

"Well, what am I supposed to do?"

"See a movie. Go to a museum," Lucifer suggested. "Catch up on what's happened over the past few thousand years. You'll be surprised,"

"Yes, I suppose a lot has changed. I mean, who would have predicted you would have taken on this human job,"

"I'm a punisher, Mother. It's what I've always done. The only thing that changed was the locale,"

***

"I was stupid. And I am sorry," A man said on video.

Maya looked from the screen to the burnt body in front of her.

"Victim's name is Nicholas Sands, 35. Worked as an exec at the Internet startup called Wobble," Chloe explained.

"Wobble?" Lucifer asked. "Please tell that's a pornography site,"

"Oh, no, no. Wobble's like a next-gen Facebook, you know," Ella reported as she walked up to the detectives. "People post updates, photos, links. Mine's mostly slo-mo videos of me doing cannonballs onto inflatable pool toys. You should check it out,"

"I'll pass, but thank you,"

"Nick's confession was posted to his Wobble account," Maya noted "six hours ago, right around the time of death. This means whoever did this wanted us to find that video,"

"So we could see how weepy this chap was before he died? Now that is cruel,"

Chloe looked over at Maya.

"Still working on his human compassion," Maya admitted.

"Ella, do we know how the fire started? Any chemicals we can trace?" Chloe questioned.

"So far all we've got is paraffin oil. Which is highly flammable, but also, like, everywhere," Ella replied. "Even in crayons, so color at your own risk,"

"That doesn't help us narrow the suspects," Maya sighed.

"Yeah, but this might. Okay, so based on the burn pattern, which is pretty gnarly in this case, it looks like the highest concentration of accelerant was placed, well, here," Ella pointed to Nicholas's groin area.

"Great balls of fire," Maya smirked.

"Maya," Chloe chastised.

"I've heard of hot pants," Lucifer said, "but this brings new meaning to the term fire crotch, doesn't it?"

"Lucifer!"

"Wait, I have more. Smokey Bobinson, Weekend at Bernie's,"

"His burning bush?" Maya finished.

"Oh, very good," Lucifer chuckled. "That was me, by the way. So don't tell anyone,"

"Remind me to tell the Chief to keep you two separated on cases," Chloe muttered.

"I assure you, Detective, I'm taking this very seriously! Look at this. Our killer was punishing his victim,"

"And?"

"And punishing is my job. So if there's someone out there stealing my jam, I need to find out who. Game bloody on," Lucifer laughed.