Lucifer

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He thought it was a good idea to take a vacation from hell and he found actually pleasure in Los Angeles. He thought he could outrun  his fathers plans by doing the things his way. But no, everything turned out even worse. Well not everything but it all started with that specific detectiv, he met just a few months ago. In the end it wasn't just a coincidence that he met Cloe Deckert all tho he felt something for he never felt before. His older brother Amenadiel, also an angel who was supposed to bring Lucifer back to hell, where he belonged to, was now a fallen angel and has to endure the pleasures of Los Angeles too. At first for him it was hell on earth till he met Linda, Lucifer's shrink but Mazekeen, Lucifer's  best torturer from hell blasted everything. And now, he got another problem. Cain. The first murderer on this planet  who killed his brother Abel milenias ago. Cain asked the devil one simple thing: to kill him. Seems easier said than done. Lucifer would have done it with pleasure so he could anger his father one more time since that guy put him his wings back  and took his face. How dared his father to play with him like that, like a puppet, as if he was just a soulless being with no will. It angered Lucifer each day, each minute, each breath he took.
Lucifer was at his Club but as usual filled, it was empty and quiet. Sometimes he needed a time out especially now. He couldn't take it anymore since everything got more and more complicated.  Cain and Cloe. That was a torture for him. Over and over again he tried to tell Cloe who he was but then if he would have done it, probably she would get hurt even worse. He couldn't allow it for that...she meant too much to him. At the bar he drunk a few glasses of Scotch. What a shit, he can't get drunk, a joke of immortality and still he did it. It became a habit of his and he found another something that pleased him. The piano. When he arrived in Los Angeles it was the only music that put a spell on him. It was classic but got style as he loved it. He loved glimmer, party and sex. He didn't care about other problems only the pleasures and desires of others but well it became less inportant the past few weeks.
Lucifer sat at his piano, laid his hands on it and wanted to start but something held him back. Suddenly he slamed on the piano and tossed it through the thr room till it shattered on the wall.
Lucifer just stood there. Furious. Betrayed. Broken.