Let's Make a Deal

The Deal

"You're the only thing worth fighting for."

Now, when Lucifer said that, he had been entirely honest in his words. However, he had not anticipated it would actually come to this. When he had gotten the call to return to the hotel, from Charlie's phone but Angel Dust's voice, he hadn't entirely been sure what to expect. It definitely wasn't this. This weird tension between his daughter and the girlfriend (Maggie?), and Charlie entirely devastated. The last part he had half-expected, considering what he knew of Heaven. The first? No.

The Radio Demon (Alastor he remembered) seemed to be enjoying the show with some sort of sick entertainment. That didn't surprise him knowing what he did of Sinners. The cat at the bar (no recollection of his name if he was even told it) was pouring a lot of shots for people, ignoring Angel Dust's leering and concerned glances (how can he do both at once?) thrown around.

Lucifer tries to focus in on his daughter rather than her friends. "What hap–"

He doesn't even manage to get the sentence out before Charlie is sobbing. "You were right." And wasn't that a sentence he didn't want to hear in his entire life under such circumstances. It's not one he hears often, and it's not one he wants to hear right now. A grimace pulled onto his face and when Maggie (is that her name?) tried to comfort her girlfriend, Charlie flinched away. There was definitely something going on there.

Now was not the time for the; I told you so. Embodiment of Pride or not this was his daughter and Heaven had done to her in part what they had done to him. Ripped her down and attempted to destroy her vision. Lucifer took a careful breath and approached her slowly, picking his words as if he was traversing the Wrath Ring personally. "Char-Char," he tried gently, "You are more brave than any other person down here. You attempted what no one has done in thousands of years and you are making progress. Anyone can see that." His hand reached out and blackened, graying claws gently pushed through her hair. "They just need proof." A Sinner redeemed.

A laughable thought but his daughter doesn't need to know that.

Father of Lies.

Charlie sniffled and another broken sob slipped from her lips. She reached her hand up and grasped at the end of Lucifer's tailcoat, trembling fingers tangling around it. "It's not that easy." She choked out. "They're–Adam said they're coming here next week."

Ah...

Fuck.

Lucifer sighed and crouched down in front of his daughter, wrapping his arms gently around her shoulders and tugging her up against his chest. Slowly, his fingers moved through the back of her hair, cradling her head. Adam is bringing the fight to her? To her Hotel? That would break the agreement if he hurt Charlie. Not that it was decided in that what would happen if a Hellborn fought back. Gray area. He should know better.

"What are we going to do, Dad?" Charlie sobbed out and Lucifer frowned, tension coiling tightly in his body because he just didn't know. This has been getting worse every year, the number of Sinners dying increasing each time. Now they're increasing the amount of Exterminations, taking fights to his daughter and he just–what was he supposed to do?

The sound of radio static coiling around the room set his every nerve alive before he heard that static filled voice. "Why, my dear, we're going to fight of course."

"Fight?" Charlie pulled away from him and stood on shaky legs, still leaning away from her Girlfriend as Lucifer followed suit. He waved his hand and summoned his apple tipped cane, twirling it in his hands as his daughter addressed the Radio Demon. "How are we supposed to fight back, Alastor? No one knows how angels can die, if they can even be killed in the first place."