The Heir of Light and Dark

Chapter 8

There is sun. There is life. He feels the ocean breeze going through his dark curls, the brown in his hair being shown clearer through the sunlight. He feels the sand on the ground. He is standing on the beach when he closes his eyes to smell the fresh air. It smells salty, he guesses because of the sea. The young angel is awake, or whatever he is. At the very least he knows his name; Samuel John Morningstar. At least, he assumes it is his name.

"Are you finished? There is a lot more to enjoy in the actual city of Los Angeles than the beach." Says his father, Lucifer Morningstar. Samuel opens his eyes. He feels a light pain in his heart, Samuel is feeling homesick already. Although he never really would've called Hell 'home', more like a place where he had opportunity. He wants an opportunity; to prove himself, to be his own man. Maybe that instinct stems from the fact that his father is the literal Devil, or maybe it's some personality quirk. Regardless, Samuel can't remember the reason, and he cares little for it at this point.

"I'm done." Replies Samuel as he straightens his black suit jacket. "I'm ready." He adds in his thoughts.

"Good." Says Lucifer with a nod, he has his eyebrows raised and clearly looked annoyed by Samuel's slowness. "Shall we?" He adds as he walks away from the beach. Samuel's expression turns more serious, as if the situation is suddenly dire.

"No need to get snippy." He says as he follows his father.

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The Devil and anti-Christ are in the nightclub called LUX. It is bigger than Samuel expected. There are couches, a bar, dancing tables, and of course the infamous piano. Lucifer is sitting on the bar stool as Samuel has found himself tempted to sit on the piano stool. His fingers are gliding over the keys, feeling the plastic with his fingertips. It always is a strange sensation when two things touch only just a smidge. This sudden electricity is present, this magnetic force that can only be described as magical. However, it isn't magic. In actuality, it is a most common human experience. Still, Samuel can't help but enjoy it.

"Are you going to sit there and stare at my piano or are you actually going to play it? I didn't teach you the piano all those years just for you to stare at it."

"I can play the piano?" He asks himself. Maybe he will find it out someday, but most likely not today. "Are we just going to sit in your nightclub all day or are we actually going to do something fun, something exciting, for a change?" Samuel asks to Lucifer as he looks at him seriously, although a rebellious smirk can be found in his expression. Lucifer sighs and puts down his glass of whiskey, the glass is only half-empty. At least, Samuel sees it as half-empty.

"I already send your mother a text, she and your sister are coming over. Afterwards we probably have to explain how you're got so, un-murdered." Samuel groans,

"That sounds boring as hell." Lucifer looks offended as he says,

"Too bad for you, see it as your punishment for dying on us." Samuel looks at Lucifer as he says,

"For 'you'? I don't remember jack shit about my past, nothing at all. I only remember Samuel and John, that's all I had to go on. So excuse me if I don't give a damn about you or your family." Samuel doesn't care that, for any parent, those words would hurt the most. He is only curious about Earth, that's it. "Ugh, why am I here again?" He asks himself. A question which he doesn't know the answer to anymore as he walks to the bar. He grabs a bottle of bourbon and pours his own glass until it's half-full. At least, Samuel sees it as half-full. Maybe it's because in Samuel's unconscious he knows Lucifer, or maybe because he recognises himself in him, but when Samuel glances at Lucifer he can see that – although Lucifer doesn't look hurt and put on a smirking mask – Lucifer is hurt by those words. Even though he teases:

"It's good that you don't give a damn, giving a damn should be in a place of damnation, such as Hell." It is clear that Lucifer is merely using the joke to hide the fact that those words have pained his heart. Maybe it's the fact that Samuel is not like Lucifer in his entirety. Maybe, it's the Chloe Decker in him – at least he assumes it is, since he has no clue how his mother is like – that causes him to stop with the insults. Normally with Lilith and Purson he would continue, he would put on the façade of the Heir of Dark and show them that he is a truly wicked person. But Samuel Morningstar is not in Hell and the fact that his father is sitting right next to him, somehow, in some way, causes him to put down his mask only just a smidge. After a moment of silence, he asks in a soft tone, almost like a mumble:

"Where do those names even come from? Samuel and John, I mean." Lucifer glances at Samuel. He chugs down his drink and then looks at his son.

"It's from Samael and John. My first name and Chloe's father, your grandfather." Samuel looks back at Lucifer.

"Why?"

"Always the 'why', you really got that interrogation mindset from your mother." Lucifer chuckles. "It was mostly your mother's and Amenadiel's idea for the name, one of 'angelic origin'. Me on the other hand, I just wanted a lovely sophisticated name such as Charles, or any name not having to do with the Bible. Especially not Michael or Adam."

"Or Cain, or Malcolm, I know all the people you dislike. Or at least, a handful. Although I suppose John Decker could also be one, I mean why would a dad ever approve of her daughter marrying the Devil?" Samuel chugs down his half-full glass. Lucifer's expression turned darker, it was a mournful look.

"John Decker is dead." He doesn't say it as if he missed the guy heavily nor does his voice heavily emphasise the fact that Chloe is depressed about it. No, he says in such a way that it seems like he himself questions if John Decker would've been okay with their marriage. Samuel guesses he wants him to be.

"If it helps in anyway, you two seem like a fine couple for as far as I've heard. And seeing as I was hearing it from the demons in Hell, that's saying something." Lucifer smiles, it is a soft smile. Yet his eyes shows a little more, as if those words cheered him up, just not completely. Is it because Samuel doesn't remember him? Or is because he is still wondering about how life would be with John Decker around? "Honestly, what would life be like with him around? What I even be existing? Would Chloe and Lucifer have met at all?" God knows – well maybe not even Him – who knows what that would be like.

"Your mother and I, we have a lot of... history in a sense." Lucifer stares into the distance, thinking of their past and supposedly feeling nostalgic about it. Samuel couldn't help but have his heart warm up from the look of it. It was sweet, he shipped it.

"How did you lovebirds meet?"

"Is this an interview about Deckerstar now?"

"Maybe, maybe not-" a door opens. "Great, another dramatic entrance." However, this time no wings were out. A woman walks in, her hair is tight up in a knot, her blond hair is still there but white hair strands have begun to make an appearance. It is a strange sight, a senior woman and the Devil. If it isn't for the fact that Samuel knows that Lucifer is immortal and Chloe is mortal, then this would've surprised him. Or at least, he assumes the woman is Chloe. Especially with the way she put her hand on her belt, clearly showing she is used to always being ready to bring out her gun. The brown leather jacket shows more of this, yet her white sweater under it shows that she is indeed an adult and most likely a mother. Her expression shows that motherly instinct, because she has walked up to Samuel and hugged him.

"Oh Sammy, I'm so, so glad you're okay." That voice, he knows it. He has heard it before;

"Sammy, I know that what I do is violent, but that doesn't mean you have to be. And I know that your life seems to surrounded by people who fight, but it is so you don't have to, okay?"