Lucifer Chronicles

Lachrymatory

"Wait, you are inviting me to go out and cause chaos in town with you?" Erin raised her eyebrow, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. 

"Sure, why not? Better than being cooped up and doing nothing." Lucifer shrugged as he tousled Sam's hair. "Ya' know, your husband ended up being a very attractive vessel." 

Sure, Erin was starting to get a long better with him; but every time he mentioned Sam or her family, she got an aching pit in her stomach. She didn't want  to give in and do what Lucifer wanted her to, but she was losing hope. She knew her family wouldn't be able to just come and rescue them, so all she had was Lucifer. Every time he turned Sam's big hazel eyes on her, she felt her walls crumbling that much more. 

"Please?" Lucifer did exactly that. He broke out the puppy eyes, and turned their full power on her, jutting out his bottom lip. 

Erin never saw Lucifer doing it, it was always Sam. She sighed, and looked away from him. 

"Live a little, Princess!" 

"Okay! Fine, I'll go. But I'm not doing anything. I'm just going so you'll be quiet." 

"Great!" He slung an arm around her shoulders and snapped his fingers. They were then looking over a small city. 

"Where are we?" Erin looked around the pent house office they were in, pushing Lucifer's arm off her shoulders, mostly because she was worried the contact didn't make her skin crawl anymore. 

"Being the devil gives you perks. We have a front row seat to the chaos." He opened his arms towards the wall of floor to ceiling windows. 

"I thought you would be, like, down on the ground causing chaos out there?"

Lucifer shook his head. "No, no. that's grunt work. I've got demons to do that. I do all the big boy things. Look alive, kid." He snapped his fingers, once again, and it began to storm heavily. Torrential downpour, winds, thunder and lightning, the whole nine yards. 

"Are you causing a hurricane?" Erin asked, warily backing away from the windows, worried they'd shatter from either the wind, or something the ind picked up. 

"Amazing, right?" He boasted. "Watch this!" The rain became thicker, and deep red, coating the windows and making it hard to see outside. 

"Is that blood?" Erin gasped. 

"Blood, baby, blood!" Lucifer cheered. "Man, this is so much more fun with an audience." 

Erin ignored the chill that ran up her spine from staring at the blood covered windows, deciding to push Lucifer a bit. "Everything you do, does it have to be such a Satan-cliche?" 

Lucifer pouted. "I'm not a cliche." 

Erin looked at him, a small smirk on her pink lips. "Raining blood, storms, clouds of locusts, pain and chaos. It's all been predicted, they are devil omens hunters look for. Can't you make it rain, like, pickle juice? Or I don't know, give to the poor. Maybe heal people." 

Lucifer snorted, the storm suddenly stopping, a blue, sunny sky appearing. "You can't manipulate me, Princess. This doesn't work like that. You want to know why I do the cliches?" He grabbed her arm tightly. 

Erin knew she was pissing him off, and she should be careful, but this was real. This was the real Lucifer, not a joking mask. 

With a flap of wings, Lucifer brought them to the streets, and Erin's jaw dropped. Around her was mass hysteria. People were laying dead in the streets, or even strung from trees. The ones who weren't were running around in panic, blood soaked. There was a child to their left, painted a deep red, tear tracks running down his face washing away blood. He was sobbing over the mangled body of his mother, shaking her, and begging her to wake up. 

Erin stopped breathing, she could only hear the blood rushing in her ears. She got caught up in pushing Lucifer's buttons, she hadn't thought about the people who would be affected. 

Lucifer pulled her arm tightly, so she was inches away from his narrowed eyes. "This is why I do the cliches, the classics." He hissed. "They work to cause what I want, pain and suffering." His eyes narrowed further until they were basically slits. He somehow managed to contort Sam's face to look very snake-like. "Stop trying to find some sort of humanity in me. It's not there." He pushed her arm back, making her stumble away from him, a deep purple hand-print shaped bruise on her forearm. 

"I kill because I like it."