Lucifer and his angel

Lucifers company

The drive back was cloaked in an almost eerie silence, neither Alyssa nor Lucifer saying a word. The tension hung in the air, unspoken thoughts swirling between them. When they arrived at her house, she fumbled with her keys, the quiet still heavy.

Just as she unlocked the door, she turned to face him. "So, you're probably heading back to hell, huh?" she asked, her voice hesitant but curious.

Lucifer tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing with mild amusement. "Yeah," he replied simply, watching her closely.

Alyssa sighed softly, shifting her weight awkwardly. "Then...before you go, would you like something to drink? Or, um...eat?" she stammered, barely able to meet his gaze.

Lucifer's lips curved into a smirk, one eyebrow raised. "Sure. Why not?" he said, his tone light but his eyes glinting with something unreadable.

She pushed the door open, stepping inside and gesturing for him to follow. As they entered her home, the warm, familiar space felt oddly charged with his presence. Lucifer looked around, his hands casually in his pockets, while Alyssa nervously moved toward the kitchen.

"Make yourself comfortable," she called over her shoulder, glancing back to see him watching her with that same

Alyssa hesitated as she set two glasses of water on the table, her gaze fixed on Lucifer, who was lounging on the couch, his presence seeming to fill the entire room. She finally worked up the nerve to ask, "So...how did your conversation with Michael go?"

The change in Lucifer was immediate. His relaxed posture stiffened, and the easy smirk faded from his face. He glanced at her, his eyes narrowing slightly as tension radiated off him. "Let's just say it was...eventful," he said, his tone sharp, betraying a flicker of irritation.

Alyssa watched him carefully, her nerves on edge. "Eventful? That sounds ominous," she said softly, taking a cautious sip of her water.

Lucifer leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his expression darkening. "Michael likes to think he can lecture me, as if I care about his sanctimonious opinions. I'm damned, Alyssa. What more could he possibly threaten me with?"

His words hung heavy in the air, and Alyssa frowned, unsure of how to respond. She bit her lip, then decided to tread lightly. "Maybe...he's trying to protect you? Or...warn you?"

Lucifer scoffed, his usual arrogance creeping back into his voice. "Protect me? From what? Myself?" He laughed humorlessly and shook his head. "No, Michael just loves reminding me of my place. It's what they all do."

Alyssa studied him for a moment, her earlier nerves fading into something else—curiosity, maybe even concern. "You don't seem okay," she said softly.

Lucifer's gaze snapped to hers, something unreadable flickering in his eyes before he dismissed it with a wave of his hand. "Don't worry about me, Alyssa. I've been dealing with Michael and his self-righteous lectures for eons. Nothing he says can touch me."

But as he leaned back, his confident mask firmly in place, Alyssa couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story—something he wasn't saying.

So what about you Lucifer ask how have you been is remial still lecturing you to stay away from me

Alyssa blinked at the sudden shift in the conversation, caught off guard by Lucifer's question. She set her glass down and folded her hands in her lap, shrugging slightly. "I've been...managing," she said hesitantly, her eyes meeting his. "And, yeah, Ramiel's been doing his fair share of lecturing. He's convinced that being near you is dangerous."

Lucifer chuckled, the sound low and almost amused. "Of course, he is," he said, leaning back against the couch. "He's always been predictable, sticking to the rules, playing the perfect soldier." His gaze lingered on her, softer now. "But what about you, Alyssa? Do you think staying away from me is the right thing to do?"

Alyssa hesitated, her heart skipping a beat at his question. She looked down at her hands, suddenly unsure. "I don't know," she admitted quietly. "I've been trying to sort out everything that's happened. You've—" She paused, choosing her words carefully. "You've complicated things, Lucifer. In ways I'm not sure I can handle."

Lucifer smirked, his usual confidence returning. "Complicated? I'll take that as a compliment."

She glanced up at him, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face. "I'm serious. You're not exactly easy to figure out, and you're not exactly safe, either."

"Safe is overrated," Lucifer replied smoothly, his gaze steady on hers. "But I'm not here to hurt you, Alyssa. You know that."

She sighed, leaning back in her chair. "I don't know what to believe anymore," she admitted softly.

Lucifer tilted his head, his expression unreadable. "Believe what feels right to you," he said simply. "Not Ramiel, not me—just yourself."

Alyssa frowned, his words leaving her more unsettled than comforted. "You make it sound so easy," she said, her voice tinged with frustration.

Lucifer's smile turned faintly wistful, and he shrugged. "It's not. But it's the truth."

The silence that followed was heavy, and Alyssa found herself watching him, trying to decipher the enigma in front of her. "So...what now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lucifer's smile widened, and his eyes sparkled with mischief. "That's up to you, Alyssa."