Threads of Fate (Lucifer Fan Fiction)

Chapter 14: A New World Unfolds

The private jet touched down gently on the tarmac of an exclusive airport in India. As the engines hummed to a halt, Maya stirred awake, still nestled against Lucifer's side. The warmth of his body and the rhythmic beat of his heart had lulled her into a rare, peaceful sleep.

She blinked and sat up, taking in her surroundings. The sight outside the jet was starkly different from the European elegance she had left behind. Instead of endless skies and sleek airports, she was greeted by a swarm of black SUVs, uniformed security personnel, and a distinct sense of authority in the air.

"What's all this?" Maya whispered, still groggy.

Lucifer stretched lazily, an amused smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Welcome to my world, Maya. Or at least, a part of it."

As they descended the steps of the aircraft, the scene became even more surreal. Armed military personnel stood at attention, their sharp salutes directed at Lucifer. Large men in suits—bouncers, bodyguards, or perhaps both—flanked the cars, their expressions unreadable and intimidating.

Maya clutched her bag tightly, her nerves beginning to show. "Is this... normal for you?"

Lucifer chuckled, slipping an arm casually around her waist. "Normal? Not quite. Necessary? Unfortunately, yes."

Before she could ask more, the door of the lead SUV swung open, and a tall, striking man stepped out. For a brief moment, Maya's breath caught in her throat. The man was a mirror image of Lucifer—only slightly older, with an aura of calculated calm that contrasted Lucifer's untamed charisma.

"Lucifer!" the man called out, striding forward with confident ease.

Lucifer grinned and pulled away from Maya to embrace the man. They shared a hearty laugh, their bond unmistakable.

Maya stood awkwardly to the side, unsure of what to do or say. The resemblance was uncanny, but there were subtle differences. The other man carried himself with the air of someone used to control—steady, deliberate, and intimidating in his own way.

Lucifer turned back, his arm gesturing toward Maya. "Maya, meet my brother, Alexander. He's the director of our family's operations in South Asia."

Maya's brows furrowed in confusion. "Brother? You have a brother?"

Alexander laughed, his deep, rich voice carrying a charm of its own. "I see Lucifer hasn't told you much about his family. Don't take it personally—he's always been the mysterious one."

Maya managed a polite smile, still trying to process the revelation. "It's... nice to meet you."

"Likewise," Alexander said, his sharp eyes scanning her briefly, as though trying to assess her. He extended a hand. "Welcome to India."

After a brief exchange, everyone boarded the waiting SUVs. Lucifer and Maya were in the lead vehicle, seated comfortably in the back. Alexander joined them, his phone in hand as he handled several business calls in quick succession.