HFH

L×2 Get Almost Mugged: Where Lucy Impresses her Dad and Learns a Thing or Two

  Hello! Thanks for opening this story.
  Before you start reading I'd like to fill you in on a couple things.
  First, this slushy series does toy with the premise of religion. It was not written to offend anyone but if you're sensitive about that kind of thing kindly click away to so you don't get uncomfortable (if the description didn't already tip you off, yes this is a story about my spin on dear old Satan). Lucifera (or Luci) is the daughter of Satan, who is a different person than Lucifer. It's confusing I know but bear with me.
  I wrote this as a little reprieve from other things I've been working on and I kind of fell in love with the idea after a while of toying with it. True to that I'm posting it as I write it, meaning relatively unedited. The style is actually just little one shots that fit together to tell the story of one characters life, fluffy or otherwise.

EDIT: Just thought I'd mention, this series has some coarse language. Lucifer isn't exactly civil.
-M

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Haven Fauna Hel
Thriven | Human | Demon
Lucifer ¤ Lucifera ¤ Satan

   When Lucifera was 14 her uncle promised to take her out to see the city he lives in. Granted it was not the nicest city block but Lucifer had lived in worse and the rent was cheap for a pretty good apartment so who was he to pass it up. It was purely bad luck that the two were approached by a few guys with a gun and knives. Lucifer was faster and trained in armed combat but he wasn't carrying a weapon and his wings made him a larger target so when his sudden lunge toward the assailents scared one of the guys he ended up getting shot. Lucifer didn't see it as a big deal, other than hissing "Fuck that hurt" and looking down at his chest area to see the wound, but everyone froze for a few moments after, then the guys bolted. At least, they tried to.
   Lucifera seeing all of it and hearing the sound of the gunshot panicked, and in a reaction to the danger switched forms. Just like her father does when displaying his power her eyes enlarge and fill in completely with the red and her skin laces with little explosions of red glow. Her now black hair floats around her shoulders in almost curls and her tail curls around her form to display the lethal looking sharp edges that tip the two halves.
   With a frightening speed that rivalled her uncle's she caught the first of the fleeing assailants, wrapping her tails around his neck then moving on to the next, smashing him into the wall with a flick of her tail, releasing the first man. Without even stopping she reached the third one, the one that had shot Lucifer, and heard the audible crack of another gunshot fired before grabbing him in one clawed hand and pulling his face to look at her, tails wrapping around their bodies in a smooth and threatening manner to trap him. When she spoke it came out distorted, edged with the terrifying shrill sort of distorted echo that was distinctly similar to Satan's own intimidating voice.
  "Why did you do that, idiot? You could've hurt him!" The man himself was petrified to the point of sobbing, trying to claw at the hand secured around his throat and desperately trying to get away.
  "I'm sorry, sorry please don't- I didn't mean to, I swear I'm sorry, oh god I'm just a kid, please please don't-" She held stead fast, red eyes burning into his until he opened his eyes and met with them, letting out a terrified whine and clawing more at her hand to no prevail.
  "Okay, but that's not what I asked, I'm not going to do-" At this point sirens could be heard in the distance and Lucifer had caught up to Lucifera, placing a hand on her shoulder.
  "Hey, mini me, that's enough fun for tonight, that's the police." Lucifera immediately let go of the guy's throat, though left him trapped between her body and the curve of her tails, and looked up to her uncle looking concernedly at the large dark patch on his shirt. This time her voice came out in it's normal tone and volume.
  "Are you okay?"
  "I'll be fine, it was mostly my fault, shouldn't have approached an armed guy that fast, probably scared him. Are you?" Lucifera looked down at the slightly gnarled looking graze along her outer shoulder oozing blood, realizing for the first time that the bullet had actually almost hit her.
  "It hurts, but adrenaline's doing its thing. Nothing Dad can't fix. Why did he even draw weapon on us? He won't tell me and I know we didn't provoke him..."
  "Probably wanted our money or something. You know," Lucifer looks down at the guy hopelessly trapped behind Lucifera with a slightly pissed off expression at this point. "I would be in a lot less pain if some trigger-happy dumbass hadn't decided to shoot a gaping hole through my chest. He could've asked for my wallet first but no. Now I'm going to have to wait a day for my feathers to grow back since it went all the way through and fucked up my wing too, ugh." Lucifera huffed out a small snort at her uncle's little tantrum and stood up fully, her eyes going back to the normal oval pupil with red for her demonic form and tails relaxing into a natural sway behind her body. She turned back to the guy now curled up on the ground muttering curses repetitively and covering his head with his arms, and kneeled down beside him, flinching herself when he flinched back at her proximity.
   "I'm sorry, uh-" she reverted back to her natural human form and awkwardly placed a now clawless, hand on his shoulder. "I was just scared too. You can't scare me like that or I go defensive uh... If you don't shoot my uncle or I again, or really anyone, then I won't ever lash out at you and your friends like that."
  But through the whole little speech the only change in behaviour the guy showed was to start cussing louder, so Lucifera gave up and backed off to go back to Lucifer's side. He was still poking at the small hole in his chest that was oozing black fluid, looking at it a little disgustedly then wiping the black stuff covering his hand on his pants. Though she had barely felt it in her demon form, now that she was back to human the pain became a lot more insistent and Lucifera had to clench her teeth a little at the throbbing. Lucifer obviously noticed, but had just finished picking up the larger of his stray feathers strewn about the ground and immediately took her arm gently into his hands to inspect the wound.
  "Ow, that doesn't look all that pleasant." He pulled up the t shirt sleeve so the area was exposed. "But you're in luck. You know, when I was thrown out of upstairs they took away my blade, part of my soul and my colour pallet, but the one thing they couldn't change was my actual body as a whole. My kind's feathers have pain alleviating properties, and it just so happens that crack-shot there has separated some from my body for us already."
  With that, he affectively coated her wound in dark feather fluff and let her sleeve drop back, shoving the remaining feathers in his pocket and handing her the sweater tied around his waist. "Put this on, we don't need a trip to the hospital on top of a police visit, Satan is already going to turn me inside out then eat me for this."
  Lucifera rolled her eyes and pulled on the sweater without even a little jolt of pain, uttering a sarcastic retort about Lucifer being a scaredy cat. Or at least she want to, but the loud siren echoed along the alley walls signalling the police's arrival interrupted her. Lucifer huffed and rolled his eyes, but didn't move to run away from the scene and Lucifera only got to turn her head to the police exiting their vehicle before they were looking over the scene a little confusedly. She turned with them to see the two men sprawled over each other against one wall of the alley, one completely unconscious and the other groaning and trying to get his friend off of him. Then moved her gaze to see the still swearing and sobbing hooded boy clutching a gun in his hand while still curled up on the ground and the two deep gashes in the cement where her tail had swept behind her in the midst of moving.
  It took about a minute for the police officers to decide to cuff and arrest Lucifera, her uncle, and the boy with the gun, having him throw his gun away from him before they hauled him from the ground, cuffed him, and put him in the back of the second cruiser. Lucifera and her uncle got similar treatment, ending up in the back of the first cruiser together after being read their rights. They were uncuffed once they got to the police station and sat down in front of a desk, the taller dark skinned officer of the two sitting on the other side looking a bit confused and very tired.
  "So, what are your names?"
  "Lucifer Howard." Lucifer answered politely, but in a more nonchalant way, watching as the police officer gave him a questioning glance and typed something into the computer in front of him.
  "Okay, and yours?"
  "Lucy."
"Your full name miss, I'm just testing the computer to see if either of you have records already to pull up." Lucifer looks down at his lap beside her, smiling a little and holding in a laugh, causing Lucifera to cast him a small questioning glance, then getting what he wanted her to do before turning back to the officer.
  "Uh, Lucifera Satan." At this Lucifer full out snorts and looks away from the both of them whilst the cop just sighs and rubs a hand over his face, not even bothering to enter it into the computer.
  "Lucifera Satan? What-You know what never mind, what were you two doing out in the bad part of town tonight?"
  "Oh well Lucy is my niece, she's staying with me while she's visiting up here and we were going out to this good little Greek take out place downtown."
  "At 11 at night?"
  "Yep,"Lucifer shrugged a little, "her dad said we could do whatever we wanted as long as I was watching out for her and she's never had Greek food before. In retrospect maybe it wasn't my safest idea." The officer narrowed his eyes at Lucifer, almost hesitating to ask in his tiredness of the situation.
  "Why are you wearing those, uh- wing props?"
  "Individual expression."
  "And the black stain and tear in your shirt?"
  "Had an incident with a jug of paint before we left and the tear was there before then."
"Right, okaay. Then what happened to result in two gunshots and three mildly injured or piss-their-pants terrified young men spread around the ground of the alley with you?"
  "They came at us with guns and attempted to mug us. I am pretty capable when it comes to self defence and I guess they weren't expecting someone to fight back. They were in over their heads and the poor kid probably shot without thinking."
  "Okay, so they came at you and threatened your well being with firearms, so you fought back in self defence but didn't run?"
  "We heard the sirens and knew you would show up after the first gunshot and as you saw they weren't really a threat to us anymore." With that Lucifer leaned back in his chair a bit, the slight shifting causing a new gush of black liquid to leak out of his wound. He winced a bit in discomfort, placing a hand over it, trying to wipe it away, then without thinking immediately went to smooth back some of his hair out of his face, leaving a black sticky stripe all the way down his head. Lucifera snorted as he realized what he'd done and recoiled. "Oh shit, awwwh why did I do that. Do you have any towels around here that I can use to deal with this?"
   The officer just sat there in shock, not exactly understanding what's happening. Lucifer decided that his lack of reaction was a no. "Okay fine," he grumbled, "I actually liked this shirt."
  "Wait what are you-"
  He then proceeded to pull his shirt off over his head before the officer could protest, another gush of black fluid leaking through the now obvious bullet hole right in the middle of his chest. He balled the shirt up and started trying to dab the mess up, Lucifera sitting beside him trying to hide her laughter at his frustration behind her hands.
  "Uh Lucifer, the back..." She managed out before a laugh when he turned to look at the big black patch now staining the chair behind him and sighed exasperatedly.
  "You've got to be kidding me." At this point the police officer snaps out of it and tries to get control of the situation.
  "Mr. Howard-"
  "Lucifer, please, Mr. Howard is my cable guy."
  ".... Sir, is that a bullet wound?"
  "No no officer, just paint-" he says while dabbing at the back, and struggling and failing to stop the flow and leaving the officer with a clear sight of the now cleaned up bullet wound, a fresh trail of fluid flowing from it and down his belly. "Damn it, this-"
  "What the hell happened?! I have two guys pretty much unconscious, one rocking back and forth in a cell mumbling about the devils reincarnate and some freaky ass 20-something emo guy spilling black whatever all over the place."
  "Emo? With all due respect officer, I'm not even close to that breed of self loathing teenager. I wear zero makeup and my hair is clearly not black- well it wasn't."
  "Fine okay whatever, god why do I always get all the weird ones. You, Lucy was it?" He addressed her now, clearly not willing to talk to Lucifer anymore. She tried to pull herself together, looking up at the policeman in front of her.
  "Yes officer?"
  "I'm going to contact your father and we can try to figure this out. What's his phone number?"
  "Um, I don't-"
  "Don't bother, he's probably on his way over here right now. I'm so fucked." The police officer looked confused for all of five seconds before-
  "LUCIFER." Satan's voice echoed through the building, deep tones seeming  to penetrate through the walls and their bodies. There was an audible sob from the holding cell before a clearly worried but Human shaped Satan strode into the room dawning black suit trousers and shoes and a black trench coat overtop of a deep red shirt, buttons done all the way up of course. He also sported loose thin straps of leather woven into a kind of belt tied around his waist and hanging to just above his knee. He reached the desk and scanned both Lucifer and his daughter for injuries. "You got yourself shot, again?"
  "Hey, this wasn't my fault. I swear we weren't doing anything dangerous, we were just going to get Greek food."
  "And you just happened to come across a gun and get shot?"
  "Excuse me, sir, I'm going to have to ask you to-"
  "Whatever their bail is I'll take care of it." Satan interjected, pulling Lucifer up by his shoulder and inspecting the hole. "It goes all the way through, what even-?"
"We were going to be mugged by a few trigger happy kids okay, you know I wouldn't bring Lucifera into any situation that would constitute dark daddy Satan to come save us." Satan sighed and shook his head slightly.  
  "Fine. This is going to hurt, just don't call me daddy again Lucifer," He takes two fingers and, after bracing one hand on his shoulder and bringing them into his mouth, abruptly shoved them into the wound. "it's weird."
  After an initial groan of pain Satan moved his fingers a little, before pulling them out and keeping his friend steady by keeping up the grip on his shoulder as the wound began to close from the inside. The policeman gasped but the two ignored him.
  "Whatever you ask, thanks for that."
  "Yeah okay, hold still I'm not done. I forgive you for endangering my Lucifera, but try not to do this again, either of you." Satan then leaned over and ran his tongue over the outside of the wound, causing Lucifer to grimace and shift.
  "I know it's a good opportunity and everything but shouldn't you wait until-"
  "Shut up and turn around, this is your fault and you know it heals faster this way. Just because you can't feel it doesn't mean you're not bleeding out." With a huff he complied and turned so he was facing Lucifera, crossing his arms. The police officer was still gaping at what was happening in front of him, not quite believing any of it. Satan took his left wing in one hand, lifting it to try to see the damage on his back.
  "We both know that's not why you're doing this- hey watch the feathers."
  "It's worse back here, I'm going to have to wait to deal with this side." He concluded, letting go of the wing and dragging a finger absentmindedly over the wound gathering a good amount of the black fluid and then, to the officers horror, putting it in his mouth. "Your power saturation hasn't lessened though."
  "Yeah, great for you isn't it. You really shouldn't be doing that in front of officer here, not that you actually care, but it's not normal behaviour."
  "Right," he turned to the police officer gaping with his hand on his holster, not sure if he should be drawing his taser and having the man back off. The strange man narrowed his eyes at his subtle movement but continued to address him. "My apologies Officer Daniel."
  Satan then threw a look at Lucifer and went over to Lucifera, kneeling on the ground in front of her.
  "Little one, are you alright? I felt you turn involuntarily." He brushed some stray hair behind her ear and ran fingers over her cheek. She smiled down at him.
  "I'm fine dad, Uncle L was telling the truth. It was all coincidence." He sighed and nodded, sniffing at the air slightly then averting his attention to her shoulder. Rolling up the sleeve and blowing lightly on it to remove the feathers, he then brushed his fingers over it and it healed instantly.
  "I know. Now it's time to go back to Lucifer's place I think." He looked back up at the officer, looking for permission to leave the building. Instead he laid eyes on a confused person, his hand on his taser holster.
  "I'm sorry- uh, sir you cannot take those two out of here yet, they still have paperwork to fill out after their official statements. I ask that you stand down and back away, you can wait in the front area." Satan stood up and faced him, squaring up into an intimidating posture for someone not so tall with a shadow over his face.
  "I'm sure it's an honest mistake on your part Daniel, but where we come from drawing weapon without cause is a direct challenge of power and gives one the right to retaliate as they see fit." He took a step forward. "Though I would be gentle, you will lose."
  "Threatening a police officer is an offence and gives me the right to use defensive force against you."
  "If you so much as take one of your weapons out I will respond in kind, and I don't like doing things like that up here much."
  "Satan, stop playing with your food." Lucifer interjected, now standing and pulling on the zip up that he had gotten back from Lucifera. He shot his friend an amused look, smirking a little.
  "I'm not going to eat him. Why do you always assume I eat everything that I come up against? I don't, it's just-" He sighed when Lucifer snorted at him, "Okay the smell in here is grinding on my patience, we're leaving."
  With an absentminded gesture of his hand the cop collapsed into a dead sleep and he turned to walk the other two out of the building.
After asking multiple questions about how his daughter's school up here was going he used his portals to walk them right into Lucifer's living room. As soon as he gotten in he sent a look at Lucifer who got the impatient message and took off his sweater, proceeding to lay on his front on the couch. Satan immediately kneeled to the side of him, ducked under his left wing and started lapping up the mess of black fluid on his back almost greedily, taking a moment to savour it with closed eyes before laving over the wounded area once more, sealing it up and sitting down on the floor smiling just barely.
  "Jeez, you really needed that. When was your last meal?" Lucifer said stretching and testing his now healed skin of his back.
  "Doesn't matter, I'm fine. Thank you. Sorry about that Lucifera, I'd hoped not to let you see that but it couldn't be helped if I didn't want to end up hurting him." His daughter just looked a bit confused and tired, but for some reason she wasn't that disturbed by the scene in front of her.
  "S'alright. I'm starved." Grabbing the bag of Doritos she hid in the back of the top cupboard and a water bottle she collapsed back into the chair. "Want?"
  "Naw I'm good, and your dad's fine." At the questioning look she sent the two of them Satan sighed and decided to explain.
  "I'm the natural predator to the, what are they called now? Thriven? The only real one that is since Kottae has taken to hunting them as of late. In order to maintain my own energy I need to consume some of their power every once in a while. My saliva contains a sort of potent healing property to their kind so they can survive to provide me with as much as possible during a feeding. I believe I was supposed to be the one to cut down their rapidly growing numbers by consuming them regularly but I only consume those who wander into our realm or the humans' as threats and that doesn't happen as often anymore."
  "Why don't you just... You know, hunt them like some of the other demons do for their food?"
  "It's complicated. I believe in leaving other beings to their own as long as they don't threaten the others, including the Thriven. I never wanted to be the cruel beast everyone up there makes me out as again, although the reputation does come in handy when dealing with the ones that I can sink my teeth into."
  "But dad it's not- I mean animals eating other animals, that's the natural order isn't it? It isn't bad if you-"
  "Lucifera these are sentient beings with lives and families of their own, not livestock." Resting his arms on his now raised knees he sighs. "If there's anything you two have taught me it's that Humans, Angels or Thriven, and Demons are really all the same. Killing one another would be the same as killing one of your own kind, so I took to treat it as such."
  "But it's unhealthy to-"
  "AND, I get testy around large numbers of them. If provoked I could take down entire towns of their people at one time and they travel in groups. I couldn't go hunting in Haven even if I deemed it okay to take one here or there." Lucifer placed a hand on his shoulder, before sitting back on the couch.
  "When I was banished to Hel I had already accepted I was basically being fed to him by those winged asses I used to call my people. Imagine my surprise when the fabled beast Satan halted his attack when I started begging for my life. He let me live in the underworld and we even became friends, which is worlds better than being eaten by the way. I don't mind providing him with a snack or two here and there when I get into trouble and end up mutilated or shot, especially if it means I get the added bonus of instant healing along with it."
  "I think you get a lot more injuries than the trouble you get into constitutes." Lucifer just shrugs with a mischievous glint in his eye.
  "Well I do have a demonic entity to feed." The two men let out short fond laughs before Satan looked up at his daughter with a smile. But before he could say anything she interjected with a question.
  "Wait... So Lucifer isn't a demon then?"
  "Technically."
  "Actually I'm closer to demon than Angel or Thriven or whatever they are this week." He palmed at the spot on his chest where the bullet hole was absentmindedly before relaxing into the couch. "Long story short, I crossed the line on their rules so their tribunal stripped me of my Angel status. Snapped my blade along with a piece of my soul, 's what gave me the black accessories."
  He ruffled his wings a little in emphasis. "I used to have the brightest white feathers with hair and eyes to match, but the loss gave me a more human colour pallet before they threw me down into the underworld. I consider myself Demon if you ask, always was a little too Demon for them."
  "Okay. So then Dad is-"
  "The super alpha predator yes." Lucifera snorted.
  "That's a bit dramatic."
  "Actually..." Satan sent her a small smile. "Technically, as the only direct predator to the three teir species I am 'Alpha Predator' to all other predatorial species."
  "Oh... So you just what, strike fear into the hearts of man and beast alike?"
  "Pretty much."
  "Lucifer! It's not, well," he scratched the back of his head eyes averted from her before his hand ran back over his cheek and mouth to cup his chin. "I really never wanted to have this conversation."
  "Why? She already knows you want to eat me."
  "I don't- you're not helping."
  "Here let me explain this to you mini me. Your dad here if he so pleased could go on a rampage and tear the heads off of tigers and none of them would even move to attack him. He can literally tell a twenty foot shark to piss off and it would. I would know, I've seen him do it. Animals somehow take one look at him and realize that they don't stand a chance, his word is law."
  "That's... Actually pretty badass."
  "Lucifera..." Satan sighed, looking back at her. "That's all true yes but he romanticized it a bit."
  "In what world is ripping off tiger heads romantic?"
  "Shut up Lucifer. In truth, they give me respect. It's my natural place at the top of the food chain and because I am ions above these other predators their fight or flight instinct goes out the window. If I send a challenge their way they stop, they back down and they wait to see if I let them go because they know that if they challenge me back they will die and if they run they will die faster. It results in my control over them in a way, meaning I can stop them from or make them do anything but it's driven by instinct. It's all very animalistic from both parties and I don't want you to see me like that. Though I am more similar to them than you or Lucifer, I am Demon in mind and my instinct does not control me." Lucifera nodded, then let out a deep breath in tandem with her dad, letting out a little laugh.
  "Well I have to say, the whole Alpha Predator thing is new but not so unexpected. You're not exactly run of the mill, not even to the other Demons. Still though, eating Lucifer? A little gross."
  "It's not so bad. I mean the first few times were awkward since I figured he was trying to-"
  "Okay, I think that's enough of that story." Satan laughs a little, relieved though not showing it in his usual emotionally dim way. He grabbed Lucifer's knee in order to heave himself from the ground then once up brushed off his pants. "I can go now if you want to stay with Lucifer, it's not the weekend yet and he dealt with the threats so there's no need for me to stay."
  "Actually, I didn't lift a finger toward those men." Satan looked back at him in question, then to his daughter. "After I got shot I was a bit busy with the pain and mini me there took them out before I got a chance."
  "Is that true?" She hesitated a little, brushing her hair back behind her ear.
  "Uh... Yeah, I didn't think it just sort of happened." What she wasn't expecting was for her father to beam at her, pride practically oozing from his features as if to say 'that's my girl'.
  "Taking out three armed humans is very impressive without training Lucifera. I didn't even feel you use energy."
  "She didn't, she just pounced on them, used her tail and everything. She even had your 'Scary shit's going down' voice and eyes down pat and kept a conscious thought the whole time since she didn't attack me when I approached her in the midst. I for one was pretty impressed."
  "I expect no less from my little one, but I'm very impressed. You may know this Lucifera, but most demons' first instinct when threatened is to attack to kill when they're still young."
  "Well like father like daughter I supposed, both gently controlled and fucking terrifying when you want to be. Alpha Predators." Lucifer mused, causing Satan to beam even more.
  "You really should mind your language around her."
  "I'm right here dad."
  "That's my point, don't take on his disrespectful traits."
  "Hey!"
  "I trust you with her life and to show her how to have a good time but honestly Lucifer you aren't the most polite being in the worlds."

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And so it begins.