Lucifer and his angel

The devils return

In the shadowed depths of Hell, Lucifer paced, frustration boiling within him. His plan had been simple, or so he had thought: ease his way into Alyssa's life, lure her with charm, and draw her slowly away from the beliefs she held so dearly. He wanted her faith to crumble, to watch her drift into doubt, relying on him instead of her own principles. Alyssa was supposed to be a piece in his ongoing rebellion, a chance to pull another soul from the path of light and faith.

But things had gone differently than he'd planned. Her rejection last night had stung, far more than he would ever admit, a reminder that she'd seen through his careful act. She had faced him, not with the fear or awe he was used to, but with disappointment. She'd dismissed him as if he were nothing more than a liar hiding behind a mask. It had caught him off guard, and that only fueled his anger now.

"Foolish," he muttered, clenching his fists. He'd misjudged her resilience, underestimated the strength of her beliefs. But he wasn't about to let one setback ruin his plans. If anything, her defiance only added a new edge to his desire to see her fall. Alyssa would realize soon enough that turning away from him wasn't an option.

Straightening, Lucifer began to form a new plan. He would go back to the mortal world, back into her life, and this time, he would drop any pretense of charm or warmth. She would see him for who he truly was, but he would still pull her into his influence, break down the pillars of her faith one by one. He'd plant seeds of doubt, make her question everything she believed, until she had nowhere left to turn but him.

With renewed resolve, he left the underworld and appeared in the city, just outside the office building where Alyssa worked. He took a moment to compose himself, shifting into the familiar, mortal guise of "Luke." He'd go to her workplace and remind her that he wasn't someone she could easily ignore.

As he strode through the doors and into the office, Lucifer's gaze scanned the room until he spotted Alyssa at her desk. She looked focused, intent on her work, oblivious to his approach. He moved into her line of sight, letting his presence linger, and when her gaze finally lifted, he offered her a slow, knowing smile.

Alyssa's reaction was as he expected—her eyes widened in surprise, quickly followed by a flash of something sharper, a mix of fear and anger. He let her stare, his smile unwavering, daring her to confront him. After a moment, he turned and headed toward the tech department in the back, leaving her to process his sudden appearance.

He could feel her unease in the air, her lingering confusion and resentment. She'd made it clear she wanted nothing more to do with him, but he wasn't giving her that choice. She would have to see him, confront him, and in time, he would make her question everything that once seemed so clear.

As he entered the tech room, Lucifer allowed himself a small smirk, the image of Alyssa's startled expression still fresh in his mind. He knew she wouldn't be able to ignore him for long. She'd feel the weight of his presence, gnawing at her, making her wonder what he truly wanted from her.

But Lucifer wasn't the only one with his eyes on Alyssa. He could sense Remial nearby, watching him, trying to decipher his motives. Lucifer allowed himself a brief, amused glance toward the door, knowing Remial would be itching to intervene, to protect Alyssa from whatever influence he thought Lucifer would bring.

"Pathetic," Lucifer muttered to himself, his smirk widening. Remial's meddling didn't concern him; it only added to the thrill of the game. Alyssa was his target, and nothing—not even his self-righteous brother—would get in the way of his plans.

Settling into his seat, Lucifer leaned back, his expression one of quiet satisfaction. Alyssa's beliefs, her faith—all of it would soon begin to waver. He would work his way into her mind, twist her thoughts, plant doubt. She would stray, lose sight of everything she once held dear, and when the time came, she would find herself alone, questioning her every conviction. And he would be there, the one constant, ready to lead her further into darkness.

Lucifer allowed his smirk to deepen. The game was far from over. This time, he would ensure that Alyssa would have no choice but to confront him, to question everything—and eventually, to follow him.