Red (TO & Legacies) Hope Mikaelson

Chapter 20

AN: HII! Didn't see a new chapter coming from this book, do you? 

Just Another Morningstars Day

Lucienne pov

I throw my car's key to the valet boy before holding my hand out to Hope to take, "ready for the havoc, love?" she links her hand to mine, "just not too much, okay? Will there be an audience?" we walk in to the LUX. "It's family only," I replied. 

"Okay... How sure you are that they are here?" walk in to the elevator. I press the floor's number, "well, I'm not but I know how. Trust me," winking at her. "Why are we stopping at the club's instead of Lucifer's?" pointing at the floor's number.

The elevator makes a 'ding' sound, "well, every show needs a drink, my young Padawan!" boop her nose and imitate the sound of a bubble exploding. 

We step out of the elevator but stop as soon as we sense the thick atmosphere lingering in the club, "should I or should I not worry who dies?" I asked to the presence of the people in the LUX. All the heads turn into Hope and me, I raise my hand and wave at them. 

"Oh, great! You're here... Lucienne comes join the party," Maze said with a fake excitement. "Lucienne, Hope, this is Rory. Lucifer and Chloe's daughter. From the future."

"Oh, hey aunt Luci, aunt Hope!" waving back at us while Hope leaning closer to me. "Is that-..." I nodded. "Yes, she is. A very spitting image of Luce and Chloe," I told her. We walk down the stairs, "can I get you a drink?" she kindly offered.

"Yeah/Sure," both Hope and I said at the same time. "So, who dies and whose guilty?" asking the adults. "Okay. She called me Aunt Eve..." Eve started while Maze keep eyeing the future child, "while I'm just plain old "Maze" not "Aunt Maze," but she called you aunt!" Luce's former henchwoman added. "That means we're still in her life. Right?" Eve continues looking between me and Hope.

"Which means we're probably not together," Maze butted in. "We don't know that for sure, babe." Eve, the optimism one, trying to cheer her up.

Okay... She's pissed...

"And yours, big dude?" slapping his chest with the back of my hand while the future child passed me and Hope our drinks. "I guess I die...?" Amenadiel sounds unsure. "Okay, I don't see the problem here. Maybe, she's just acting like how a teenager should be.... Fuck this, fuck that, fuck you, fuck the world, fuck the free world? No?" I sigh, "you know how a teenager is being in their rebellion phase."