The Heir of Light and Dark

Chapter 7

The angel entered the room. After the first shock of seeing a stranger with wings, their appearance started to be noticed by Samuel. The man was quite tall, dark raven black hair, his build was muscular, suited for what Samuel presumed to be an angel. He was wearing a suit, black with a white shirt, you could tell by his wingtips that he was a man of class, sophistication. However, his expression – or aura if you want to make it sound spiritual – gave off a sense that he was anything but holy. Samuel interpreted that the stranger was almost this wild person, rebellious, most certainly interesting. But that wasn't all that Samuel saw in the man. No, his appearance spoke in many words, but his power spoke in novels. Samuel could sense it, the man was an old angel, a classical one. He could feel that his story would be as old as time from his perspective. He was strong, certainly. But not the strongest per se, there was still room for improvement. One thing that Samuel didn't instantly sensed when he entered was his intimidation. The only who understood that this stranger should be feared came from Lilith and Purson, who instantly felt petrified. The man approached the three, his lips curling into a smirk.

"I see you've been busy." He said to Samuel, his tone judgemental, his accent British. Samuel didn't know the man, nor did he feel intimidated by neither his power nor his height – Samuel being about half a head shorter than the man.

"M-my liege, we can explain."

"What the f-?"

"I don't care about your explanation, Purson. I'm only here for one reason." What was happening? Purson stuttered, an actual stutter. Purson never stuttered, he was calm, confident, not a coward. And then 'liege'? Samuel was the king of Hell, not this angel, whoever he might be.

"To rule Hell again, your Majesty?" Now Lilith had approached Lucifer, her lips pouting in a seductive way.

"She's kissing ass, at least Lilith is staying in character." Thought Samuel. But even though that was the case, Lilith still spoke to the stranger as if he was royalty. It didn't take long for Samuel to draw the conclusion. His appearance gave it away a little that he wasn't an angelic type. No, Samuel could tell he was a fallen one.

"You're Lucifer, I presume? The Devil, ex-king of Hell." Samuel put emphasis on the 'ex' part of king. He wasn't going to back down now, not when his life – or afterlife – was perfect.

"Of course I am." Answered Lucifer with an incredulous laugh. "Now let's quit the joking and put things back to the way they were." Said Lucifer, who turned around to leave, his wings still out.

"Exactly, so you'll go back to Los Angeles with that detective. What did the demons say was her name again? Oh right, Chloe Decker." Lucifer turned back to Samuel. He had a frown on his face, he clearly looked confused. Then his expression changed, as if he had an epiphany of some sorts.

"Right" – he started with a chuckle – "very funny Samuel. But you couldn't have LUX for a reason, don't think you can have Hell either."

"Does this dude ever listen to himself? What even."

"What the Hell are you talking about?!" Exclaimed Samuel. Feeling completely confused and frustrated by Lucifer's words. LUX? Since when did he want his stupid nightclub? Why does he know his name? Why is he even here? "Pardon the pun." He added softly. It didn't help that Lucifer got even more confused by Samuel's genuine frustration. Purson finally spoke after Samuel and Lucifer were both staring at each other,

"Look, Lucifer, you clearly don't-" – Purson stopped himself and phrased his words better – "haven't ruled Hell in quite a while. We know we tried to turn Charlie previously into a king, but he showed up here himself!"

"Unless this is one of your siblings?" Added Lilith, her pitch going higher. Lucifer looked at the two,

"It's neither of those things." He answered, although his voice showed that he neither cared about their assumptions nor their presence entirely. This only left Samuel with more questions. If he wasn't an angelic sibling, nor Amenadiel's son – as he has learned from the demons of his existence – then who was he? Who exactly was Samuel John? And the mere fact that those were the only two names that he could recall when he came down here did not help. Mostly because of the fact that maybe, just maybe, his name could be something else entirely. And if that were the case; what was his name? Samuel would've asked Lucifer who he was. If he called him Samuel, then he must know something about him. However, he didn't dare to. Not out of fear, but out of not wanting to seem weak in front of the Devil. Lucifer shook his head,