Logan's Tribrid

6.

Logan's POV:

"So you go by 'Mr L' now?"

"What did you want me to tell the poor women, Logan? 'Yes, I'd like to speak with Mr Riley. Tell him it's Lucifer.' ? Yeah no thank you"

I rolled my eyes at his sarcasm.

"But that little PA of yours looks very familiar. Something about her. She just reminds me of someone. Her features look a lot like Isabella Johnson. But those eyes. They look oh so familiar."

"I thought the same thing. But Isabella had naturally blue eyes. If they weren't naturally blue then you'd be able to see the natural color under the contacts. And it's quite obvious those purple eyes aren't contacts. I just let her be there's no way it's Isabella."

"But purple eyes don't exist on earth?"

"Yes they do. It's just very rare."

He just shrugged. We sat for a few moments in silence before he jerked up.

"Now I know! Those eyes remind me so much of my daughter, Willow."

"I wish that was possible, Lucifer. But you must remember, they sent her dead body to the castle doorstep."

His eyes filled with genuine sadness. "There's still a chance we could surprisingly find her alive. There was zero proof that girl was my daughter, Logan. She was too bloody and bruised to identify."

"You're right. But Aroura is not her. Willow had white hair. White hair that doesn't hold hair dye. Remember when you guys tried to get her hair when she was younger and it faded right off in the span of 10 minutes? It's not her Lucifer. As sorry as I am to say that."

He just nods.

"Are you ready to go back to hell?"

I nod and we close the curtains and lock the door before opening the portal and hopping in.

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Unknown's POV:

"Father, I went back to Isabella's house tonight. It seems she notices everything happening as she moved to stuff back to exact angles and placement that they were before."

"Ok son. Since she's a very observant person, give it a few weeks. Then it'll be time to strike."

I nod before going to my room and taking the picture off of my nightstand. I'll kill that bitch. She had the audacity to murder my best friend. My mate.

Joshua Hughs. My everything. My first love, kiss, fuck, mate, everything. And she ruined it.

"I'll get revenge for you, Joshua. I'll kill her in the slowest, most painful way possible."

A knock on the door breaks the silence of my bed room.

"Come in!"

"Ahh, if it isn't the great Lucifer's son, Rage Corsage."

"And if it isn't the great Logan fucking Riley. How are you,man? Found your mate yet?"

"Nope. How's it going with that Isabella chick?"

"You'd think with all the women wanting to have been your PA, you'd find your mate. And it's going ok. She knows that someone's fucking with her though so our plan's going faster than we thought it would. In a few weeks, we're going to have to strike."

"She must be smart to realize such small movements in her home."

"The most noticeable thing I've done is move her purse from the couch to the TV stand. And she realized."

"Do you even know what the chick looks like now?"

"Nope. I only know the address because I used to track Joshua when he went to her house. They were good friends before she killed him."

"How do you know it's not some rando's house then?"

"Because she's lived there since she moved here. And I recognize the furniture."

Logan just shrugged. "Dinner!!" My mother yelled through the house. Me and Logan exited the room and went to have dinner with my parents and brother.

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Willow's POV:

The next few days of work were the same old signing papers and making meetings. Very uneventful.

I'd go to work and then come home to my stuff being moved, someone fucking with me, then move it back, shower, and go to bed.

Today, I have an off day. And me being me, I'm staying home and cleaning the house. That's one thing about me, I can't handle my room or house being messy.

And it seems, the asshole who's been breaking into my apartment knows that somehow because yesterday while I was at work, they trashed my house. But I was too tired to clean it at the time.

I turn Taylor swift on my phone and blast it loud, not loud enough to get a noise complaint though.

I clean the whole apartment the best I can but as I'm sweeping under the couch a soft knock sounds on my door. I grab my knife from my bra just in case before answering the door.

No one was there until I looked down and saw a little kid who looked to be about 6 years old. He looked a little beaten up, a few cuts, scrapes and bruises.

"P-please help me."

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Ok byeeee

Kind of shorter chap but idc anymore LMAOO