The Goddess and the Archangel | Lucifer

chapter two

Lucifer took us to his penthouse. He wanted to understand why we were looking for him, and we wanted to know why he was only looking for me.

The idea of the Devil existing bewildered us, but in all honesty, we had to believe him. Selma was deemed as Ijiraat, and I, Sedna's daughter after-all.

"Selma inhabits powers of a deity named Ijiraat. She's meant to protect me, while I aid you." I admitted.

"Aid me?" He questioned. "I'm the Devil!"

"We get that." Selma sighed in annoyance.

"I mean, I'm the Devil. I don't need aid." He moved his hands in the air, while holding a glass of whisky.

Lucifer seemed annoyed with the idea that he, a white man, needed help.

"That's just what Torngasuk told us, Lucifer."

"What the hell is a Torngasuk?" Lucifer mispronounced his name, as he is British.

"He's an important deity." Selma chirped in.

"Why did you need to find me, but not Selma?" I asked Lucifer, avoiding any more conversation about why we needed to find him and help him.

"It's what Dad told me to do. As much as I didn't want to listen to him, he said I needed to protect you."

As Lucifer said this, I knew he was withholding truth. I knew he felt confused, and for some reason, betrayed.

I felt like a human lie/emotion detector, but this quirk is what I've had for all my life. If anything, it felt like everyone had this quirk. I mean, people can read the room, or understand how someone might be feeling in certain situations, but with Lucifer, it seemed like I was connected heavily with his soul, or I guess his emotions.

"You feel betrayed." I paused, contemplating on if I should have gone on with this thought. "Why?"

Lucifer gave me a glance, but not a rude one. More like, 'what makes you think that?' defensive-type look.

He gave his words some thought, wondering how to respond. "It's more of what you're not here for."

He was direct with his answer, which surprised me. I expected him to avoid the answer. I didn't understand the implications of his statement, but for some reason I understood how he was feeling.

Selma interrupted Lucifer and I's thought processes by asking him a question, "How do we know you're really the Devil?"

"I'd rather not scare you two off so quickly by proving that to you."

"Don't be so cocky."

"Yeah," I said, "It's not like we'd fear just horns and a tail."

"Oh, but it's not just horns and a tail, sweetheart."

Lucifer's words sent chills, and I knew he was not lying.

He flashed red eyes, as to somewhat tease who he truly is.

I sat there, staring at his feature, which helped me realize the reality of this whole situation. It's real.

Selma lifted her eyebrows, "Can I show you mine?" She asked after a few moments.

"Be my guest." Lucifer replied.

Selma took away her contacts and placed them down.

"Dearie me," Lucifer looked towards me, "Do you have any quirks?"

"Sadly, this isn't a fair show-and-tell. I have nothing to show for."

Lucifer looked back to Selma questioningly, "So you constantly have red eyes? You must put contacts in?"

Selma nodded, putting her contacts back in.

Lucifer suddenly got up, "Would anyone like a drink?"

I followed behind, "What have you got?"

"Anything you'd like, sweetheart."

I settled with a mixed drink of Dave Matthews, and Selma declined.

Lucifer continued to tell Selma and I about his life. He went on about how humans blame him for their sins and how God banished him to Hell for all eternity. His story included a woman who helped him out of Hell, a demon named Mazikeen. He also mentioned his mommy and daddy issues, which seemed pretty fitting.

What's odd is that he's the Devil, and he owns a nightclub in LA.

But since crawling out of Hell, he also mentioned a few people that seemed pretty significant in his life on earth. He basically gleamed when he mentioned 'the detective'. I felt something inside of him, and it was warmth. Like a huge hug, like he really needed that huge hug. I also felt a sour feeling. A hatred and jealous feeling – as if his warm hug were cancelled out by the overwhelming sour feeling in milliseconds.

"I can tell you really enjoy this detective, Lucifer." I spoke. "But you seem... exhausted."

I tried not to get his emotions spot-on, in case he was onto me. I suppose I have some quirk, but it's not something worth mentioning. I rather keep this one to myself.

He looked at me in such longing, as if someone finally understood. "I suppose."

"Very well, you got me." He sighed, swishing his glass around in his hand. "God gave me a gift. And it was her."

He went on about how she was made for him, but somehow, she was made for Cain. The world's first murderer.

"I don't know if it was supposed to be a lesson. Or what Father thought it would be."

Selma didn't say a word, she just listened to us.

"What kind of lesson do you believe it was?" I asked him, attempting to gather his emotions.

"Maybe to punish me. He loves doing that these days." He moved his head slightly, "I learned quite a bit, though."

I felt a bloom from his heart, as if he felt vulnerable when talking to me, like he was able to tell me anything.

"Are you usually an open book?" I asked.

"Never." His eyes pierced through mine, and his heart skipped a beat. That was easy to tell, because the feeling he felt was overwhelming. He didn't suspect me of such sorcery, but I knew in some way, he felt as if I was another gift, and this time, I was his, too.