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Chapter 05

Lucifer stood by the window in his office, staring out at the rain-soaked street below. His gaze naturally gravitated toward the same spot it always did—toward the woman who sat outside the large building every day, despite the weather, unwavering in her quiet vigil. She was always there. 

One of the workers passing by noticed Lucifer's interest and casually commented, "That's Mimzy, Alastor's sister. She's always trying to talk to him, but he never wants to see her."

The mention of Alastor piqued Lucifer's curiosity even further. Alastor never spoke of family. It intrigued him to think of his stoic bodyguard having such a complicated relationship with someone. What was her story? Why did she come, day after day, if Alastor never acknowledged her?

The next day, the rain was relentless. Yet, there she was again, sitting on the bench, drenched, staring blankly ahead. Lucifer, having just returned from the grocery store with a sack full of essentials—and condoms—couldn't help but approach her. He walked over, pulling an umbrella from his bag, and held it above her as the rain continued to pour.

"You'll get sick sitting here like this," Lucifer said casually, but there was a tinge of curiosity in his tone. He passed her the umbrella, crouching down beside her. "What is it you want with Alastor? Why are you always here?"

Mimzy looked up, her eyes filled with sadness, a mixture of old memories and regret haunting her features. She accepted the umbrella but didn't seem to care much about staying dry. "I'm his half-sister," she admitted, her voice soft and distant. "I was adopted into his family when I was very young. We grew up together. I loved him... still do, in ways I probably shouldn't."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, intrigued but also cautious. "Go on."

Her eyes clouded over with pain as she continued, "One day, Alastor found me... with our father. I was having sex with him, and Alastor never let it go. It destroyed everything between us. He could never forgive me, and I could never face him after that. But I... I still love him."

Lucifer, ever the one to toy with people's darkest secrets, listened with an unusual silence. It was rare for him to hear such a raw confession, and it stirred something inside him—a mix of fascination and pity. He stood up, looking over his shoulder just in time to see Alastor returning to the building from his rounds.

Alastor's eyes narrowed as he approached. Lucifer, never missing a chance to cause trouble, tossed the box of condoms at him, smirking as they hit Alastor's chest. "Talk to your sister," Lucifer said, his tone flippant but his eyes glinting with mischief.

Alastor caught the box, glaring at Lucifer as he walked past him. "Stay out of it, boss," he growled, his usually calm demeanor cracking. He turned his gaze toward Mimzy, his expression hardening further. "Go away, Mimzy. Stop coming here."

Mimzy's eyes filled with desperation, her voice trembling as she called after him, "Alastor, please! I just want to talk!"

But Alastor didn't even turn back. He stormed into the building, leaving her in the rain, holding the umbrella Lucifer had given her. 

Lucifer watched the whole thing unfold, amused but also intrigued by the depth of Alastor's anger. It wasn't often that the bodyguard let his emotions show, and this glimpse of his vulnerability only made Lucifer more interested. As he walked back into the building himself, he couldn't help but smirk to himself. Alastor was a far more complicated man than he had realized. And now, with this revelation, Lucifer knew there was more to uncover.

Alastor, on the other hand, was seething. Memories of his past flooded his mind—the betrayal, the disgust, the trauma of what he had witnessed. He had spent years trying to bury it, but seeing Mimzy again brought it all crashing back.

His decision to work for Lucifer, to take up this life as a bodyguard, was supposed to be his way of starting over, of leaving his past behind. But now, with Lucifer pushing his buttons and Mimzy resurfacing, he was starting to realize that he was falling into a web of emotional complexity that he couldn't easily escape.

Lucifer, never one to miss an opportunity, would be sure to exploit that.

As Lucifer stumbled toward the elevator, still feeling the effects of the alcohol, he noticed Alastor approaching him, his face unreadable but his posture tense. Lucifer's mischievous grin faltered when he saw the seriousness in Alastor's eyes. Something was off.

"You know, Alastor," Lucifer began, leaning lazily against the elevator doors, "I've been thinking about your family. Your sister Mimzy, right? I heard some things. Something about her... and your father."

Alastor's brow furrowed, his usual calm demeanor starting to crack. "What are you talking about?"

Lucifer's voice was soft but dripping with malice. "She's a prostitute, isn't she? I heard she sold herself to your father. Said she'd do it to convince you to fall in love with her."

For a moment, there was a deafening silence. Alastor stood frozen, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. Then, without warning, he swung at Lucifer, his fist connecting with Lucifer's jaw with a sickening thud. Lucifer stumbled back, hitting the wall with a groan, but there was a smug satisfaction in his eyes.

"You bastard!" Alastor spat, his face red with fury. "How could you say that about my sister?!"

Without waiting for a response, Alastor stormed out of the building, his mind racing. The anger bubbling inside him mixed with a terrible dread. He needed to know the truth. He needed to hear it from Mimzy herself.

By the time Alastor reached Mimzy's place, his heart was pounding in his chest. He barged through the door, his eyes wild. "Mimzy, is it true?" he demanded, his voice trembling with rage and fear. "Did you... did you sleep with him because you were in love? Did you do it because of Father?"

Mimzy, who had been sitting quietly by the window, looked up at him, her eyes filled with sadness. She knew this moment would come sooner or later. Taking a deep breath, she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "It's true, Alastor... but it wasn't like you think, I always wanted to explain this for you."

Alastor felt the world collapsing around him. His knees gave out, and he dropped to the floor in front of her, his hands covering his face. "Why... why would you do that?" His voice cracked, the anger giving way to deep hurt.

Mimzy moved toward him, kneeling beside him. "Father... he threatened to kill you if I didn't do it. He said that if I didn't... he'd make sure you were gone forever. I couldn't let that happen, Alastor. I couldn't lose you."

Alastor's breath hitched as the weight of her words sank in. He had been so blinded by rage, so focused on the lie Lucifer had planted in his head, that he hadn't considered the pain Mimzy must have gone through. His own father had used her, had manipulated her to protect him.

Tears welled up in Alastor's eyes, and for the first time in years, he let himself cry. He wrapped his arms around Mimzy, holding her tightly. "I'm sorry, Mimzy... I'm so sorry," he whispered. "I should've known it wasn't your fault. I should've protected you."

Mimzy held him close, running her fingers through his hair, offering comfort despite her own pain. "It's not your fault either, Alastor. We were both trapped by him."

For a long time, they stayed there, wrapped in each other's embrace, sharing the weight of the trauma that had haunted them both for so long. Alastor realized now that Lucifer's words had been nothing but a cruel manipulation, designed to tear him apart from the one person who had always been there for him.

As Alastor slowly pulled away, wiping the tears from his eyes, he made a vow to himself. He wouldn't let Lucifer's games break him or Mimzy. He would protect her from now on, no matter what it took.

Lucifer had lied to him, played on his insecurities and fears to push him toward this moment. But in doing so, Lucifer had inadvertently brought Alastor and Mimzy closer than they had been in years.