Threads of Fate (Lucifer Fan Fiction)

Chapter 12: Above the Clouds, Below the Surface

The roar of engines and the bustling noise of travellers filled the boarding area as Lucifer weaved his way through the crowd. He had managed to get past the security checkpoints with a mixture of charm, authority, and influence—a trifecta that rarely failed him. His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline surging with every step.

When he finally saw Maya seated near the gate, his breath caught. She was staring blankly at the floor, her hands gripping her boarding pass. She looked fragile, a stark contrast to the fiery, confident girl he had come to admire.

"Maya," he called softly, his voice breaking through the hum of the terminal.

Maya's head snapped up, her eyes widening in shock. For a moment, she seemed frozen, unable to process the sight of Lucifer standing before her.

"What are you doing here?" she whispered, her voice laced with disbelief.

Lucifer dropped into the seat next to her, ignoring the questioning stares from other passengers. "I couldn't let you go," he said simply. "Not like this."

Maya opened her mouth to respond, but he held up a hand, stopping her. "Listen. I know I've messed up, more times than I can count. But I can't stand the thought of you leaving without giving us a chance to figure this out."

Before Maya could protest, Lucifer leaned closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "Come with me. Not on this flight. With me—on my jet. We'll fly to India together."

Maya's brows furrowed, and her lips parted as if to argue, but then she hesitated. She wasn't sure if it was the sincerity in his eyes, the raw emotion in his voice, or the fact that a part of her wanted to say yes.

"You're insane," she murmured, shaking her head.

Lucifer smirked, though his eyes remained serious. "Maybe. But you're worth it."

After a long pause, Maya finally nodded. She couldn't explain why she agreed—perhaps it was curiosity, perhaps it was the unspoken connection between them, or perhaps she simply wasn't ready to say goodbye.

The airstrip was quiet, the sleek silver jet waiting for them like a sentinel in the moonlight. Lucifer led Maya up the stairs, his hand brushing against hers briefly before he opened the cabin door.

The interior of the jet was the epitome of luxury. Plush leather seats, crystal glassware, and an opulent chandelier that seemed almost out of place on an aircraft. Maya glanced around, her nervousness growing.

"You really don't do anything halfway, do you?" she asked, her voice tinged with unease.

Lucifer chuckled. "Not my style."

As they settled into their seats, the engines roared to life. The flight attendants moved about with quiet efficiency, offering refreshments and ensuring everything was in place.