Partners in Crime

12: Crime

Lucifer's POV

Everytime I do anything with Alastor, I get that stupid smirk from Azrael. Anytime I saw Azrael whisper something into Alastor's ear, Al would just glare back at him and not say anything. I want to ask, but I don't at the same time. Like I want to know whatever Az is telling him, but I'm deciding whether I really want to know or not.

"Well I think it's my time to leave," Alastor says. His smile looks slightly strained. I tilt my head curiously. Was something wrong? Am I doing something wrong? Charlie runs to him and hugs his leg. "Dear, would you let go of me?" She shakes her head.

"Don't leave now!" Charlie exclaims, holding Alastor tighter. Alastor's smile softens slightly. How does he smile 24/7? Even in his sleep! Doesn't his face hurt?

"I'm... going to visit Rosie, a very good friend of mine, my dear. I'll come by tomorrow." He wiggles his leg a little bit as if that will get Charlie off of him. He looks at me for help. I pull Charlie off his leg and she pouts. Why did he pause for a moment? Am I looking too deep into this? But I've never heard him pause his words when talking. Hmm.

"I don't want you to leave. Please don't leave."

"How about this? I go visit my friend and then I'll come back. How does that sound?"

"And we can have a sleepover?!" Al looks at me. Charlie notices and looks at me too. Now everyone is looking at me. Ack. I don't like this. What do I say? The spotlight on me isn't helping me think. "Daddy?"

"Yes, Char-Char?"

"Can we have a sleepover?" She gasps. "Can we invite Vaggie and Emily?! It'll be so fun! Pleeease?" Her eyes twinkle as she bounces with excitement. Wait who?

"Her new friends she met yesterday. I have both their parents' numbers if it's okay with you," Azrael says. She made friends?! Well that's not Alastor. But he doesn't count. Charlie looks at me, but with those darn puppy dog eyes. I'll give her anything with those eyes.

"Uhh yeah, that's fine." I give her a finger gun. She jumps in excitement and runs to her room. Azrael calls up the friends' parents. Alastor looks at me. "Sorry. I didn't ask if it was okay with you. I just got nervous with everyone looking at me and-"

"Luci, dear, it's fine. I don't mind. I'll see you later." He gives me a quick kiss and leaves. I blush and just stand here awkwardly. What do I do? Azrael finishes a call and looks at me. He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

"Y-You sh-shut up!"

"I didn't even say anything. Do you blush like a virgin every time he kisses you?"

"No."

"Why don't you go on a walk? Explore the city because I doubt you left the house since you moved here. See all the places you want to take Charlie or maybe go on dates." He smirks before dialing another number to call the second parent. "Vaggie is coming over by the way." I could walk around. Maybe if I go now, I can catch up to Alastor. I'm sure he won't mind if I walk with him. I put on my shoes and say goodbye to Charlie. I promised her that I will be back by the time her sleepover starts. I walk out the door. I walk around the city, no destination in mind. Hopefully I will find my way back. Maybe I shouldn't mindlessly wander around.

I spot Alastor. I decide on sneaking up to him. Maybe I could get a little scare out of him. I see him go into an alleyway kind of suspiciously. I follow him. I see him talking to some guy. I can't make out the words, but Alastor doesn't seem to be happy. I sneak behind a trash can to get closer. Then a red magic starts coming out of his hands. Flames maybe. It's dark red and hard to see from here. A knife appears in his hand. How the fuck is he doing that? What the cinnamon sticks? Oh. Now he's stabbing the guy. Oh god. Oh no.

I don't think he's seeing Rosie.

But why is it kind of hot? Why is everything he does hot? Ack. My face starts becoming red as I watch him lick the blood off his hand. I sneak up right next to him.

"I think you got him Al," I say innocently.

"Hm. Yeah, I think so too." There is a pause as realization hits him. "Luci?! The fuck are you doing here?"

"I just happened to see you when Azrael told me to go on a walk. Why are you killing this fellow?"

"He's a child predator. You're calmer than you should be." The body disappears under the dark red light. All the blood is wiped away with it, including the blood on Alastor's clothing. How does he do that? "An explanation is necessary. Of course. Haha. Let's go to a more, less populated area. Shall we?"

"As long as you don't kill me."

"If I wanted to kill you, you would've been dead a week ago. Haha." He takes me to the forest, not easing my nerves at all. I may appear to be unfrightened by this new information, but I'm scared he's plotting mine and Charlie's death. Maybe even Azrael's. Definitely Azrael's. "Now, where should I start?"

"In the beginning, why do you kill people?"

"I kill people for good reasons. I kill who deserves it. Simply as that. Anything else?"

"Are you going to kill me?"

"Maybe." Alastor shrugs.

"What if I worked for you? Or we did this together? Would you kill me? Like partners in crime?"