Little Red Robin Hood

Extra 3 - 'E'

"Lucifer!" Cloud lightly jogged towards his uncle. "Thank you so much for meeting me here, I promise you this is important." He produced the black envelope. "Raine found this on our doormat last night."

Lord Lucifer took the envelope and opened it. He softly gasped when he read the letter and saw the photos. "C'lycio. And.... Dr. Davidson?"

Cloud's eyes widened, "You know him?"

"H-he's a person of interest. Well, his son is," the lord shrugged. "Kid's related to a Crescent Star girl. Spent his first 12 years in Heaven, fell to Earth, landed with Dr. Davidson." He looked up at Cloud. "I need to take this. Look for prints, photo analysis, all of it."

Cloud swallowed, "I.... O-oh. C-can I at least have one of the photos?"

Lucifer sighed, "No, Cloud, you can't." He turned to leave, then glanced back, "But, uh, I'll scan and email them to you, if you'd like."

"Yes, please," Cloud whispered. "I just...."

"I know. Now go home. Get some rest. You look exhausted."

Cloud shakily nodded, leaving the room. Lucifer sighed, turning to exit. He made a beeline for the tech suite of the New Lands offices, holding the strange envelope and its contents close to his chest.

He entered the dark office, "Joystick!"

"Ah! Yes, sir?!" The small girl frantically got to her feet, almost falling over her wheelie chair. Her coil hair was pulled back into a big afro bun.

"I need you to analyze these," he held out the envelope. "There's a letter and three photos. Figure out whatever you can about the author and photographer." The girl put on a pair of gloves, delicately taking the envelope. She opened it and looked at the letter and photos. "Find me everything you can on this 'E'."

"Yes, sir."

A week later, Joystick sent for Lord Lucifer.

"What have you found?" He asked when he entered her office.

"Well, uh, the photos were taken on a film camera, perhaps a polaroid," Joystick said, bringing up analyzed images of the photos. "Given the resolution, they were probably taken through a monitor connected to a security camera. What sort of camera exactly, I can't tell."

"Hm, and the handwriting?"

Joystick fumbled about, bringing up more images of the letter. "Well, uh, graphology is an imperfect science, there's only so much we can learn from how hard someone presses on paper. But, uh, this particular subject presses relatively lightly on the paper, indicating introversion. Of course, I also know introverts who practically rip their paper, so...," she shrugged. "Their cursive is neat, probably professionally taught, perhaps in some sort of fancy private school or somethin' like that."

"So, high class?"

"Someone who was raised so, yeah, or at least someone who adores writing cursive," Joystick nodded. "But, uh, look at the way the lines wobble," digital level-lines appeared on the screen. "They can't seem to keep their text level. Th-there's also some tremors here and there." She zoomed in, showing the lord the few shakes and squiggles in the text, especially where letters trailed off. "There's no way of knowing why, exactly, but my money's on something like Tourette syndrome, perhaps even something that caused their hands to stop working for a bit."

"Like, a broken wrist?" Lucifer confirmed.

"Yeah, maybe," Joystick shrugged. "And, I analyzed the wax, too. Nothing out of the ordinary there, essentially just normal red candle wax you'd find in any store. And, the imprint is, once again, pretty basic. You can get a fancy E like this from pretty much any wax-stamp retailer."

"And no fingerprints?"

"Nothing but you, your nephews, and one human," she shrugged.

"That would be Raine, Cloud's lover," Lucifer sighed. "So, all we have to go on is a possible high-class upbringing, possible broken wrist or something else that would mess with their hands, and film photography."

"In a nutshell."

Lucifer sighed. "Thank you, Joystick. May I take back the objects?"

"But of course!" She frantically retrieved the envelope and its contents, given them to the ancient demon lord. "Thank you for trusting me with this, Lord Lucifer." She bowed.

Lucifer rolled his golden eyes, "Think nothing of it. Thank you for your assistance, Joystick." He turned and left her alone in her office. He looked down at the elaborate E imprinted in the red wax. "...Who are you? And what's your endgame?"

The E stared back at him, as silent as ever.

A/N: Thank you to all those who've read this story, past and future. This is the first story I've ever completed and it means a lot to me that y'all are reading it <3 Now, go find out what happened to C'lycio ;)