Lucifer

Chapter 4

When he finally let me go, removing his hands from my face, I still didn't dare look around. I clenched my eyes shut against the horror or reality. I knew quiet sobs were raking my body. I was terrified of him, and yet I had sought him out to save me.

What had I gotten myself into?

"You can open your eyes now, Isabel," He ordered, his voice back to the same deep rumble from my dreams.

Or not my dreams, I guess.

I shook my head in protest, not able to find my voice. The screaming had stopped, was done the moment he decided to let me go.

"We're not there anymore, Isabel. Open your eyes."

This time I was unable to withstand his command, and I slowly opened them one at a time, mentally bracing myself for the blood that was surely spread everywhere.

But there was none. We were back in that room with the large table and chairs. Luke-- or Lucifer-- was standing in front of me, dressed in his fine button up and slacks once again, his eyes a deep bright red, but the flame was gone.

"I-what?" I stammered out at him

"Oh dear, were you not running from that witch? This will make for a very awkward situation indeed. Hmmm," He looked down at the ground, contemplating.

I stepped back. "What? No! I was running from her! It's just that-- how are we back here?" I clarified, my body still shaking, my voice weak.

"Oh, ok, that makes things a lot easier for me then. I transported us here. I didn't want you to see the aftermath of what happened. Figured I'd save you from that sight. If you want to go back, by all means, we can." He offered, holding his hand out to me.

I stepped back even further. He said it as if it were no big deal, as if it was a simple errand he had run.

"You killed her?" I asked, almost too afraid of the answer.

"Yes," came his simple reply, bored almost.

Divaolo burst through the same doors he had the last time, only this time he had no flourish, and there was something deadly about him.

"Lucifer!" he bellowed, stalking over to him. Lucifer looked up at him, putting his hands in his pockets, but did not reply. "What did you do!"

Lucifer shrugged, then motioned to me.

Once again, Divaolo looked me over, his eyes scanning every inch of me. I closed my arms together, once again remembering the lacy sheer top and leather mini skirt. I had forgotten my white jacket when I left the club. Which reminded me of Claire. Panic rose in me, taking over my fear of the two dangers in front of me.

"What are you doing back here?" he barked, more to Lucifer than to me.

"She was being chased by a witch, I assume the same witch from before that lead her to the Helavator. I stepping in, rather than let the witch do whatever she was planning to do, and brought Isabel here for safe keeping." Lucifer explained casually, his tone even throughout the whole thing, but not bored. He was very respectful.

Whoever Divaolo was, he must be important.

I wanted to interrupt, to say something, but I knew that now was not the time. I did not think I wanted Divaolo's attention on me anymore than it had to be, his warning about not being safe the next time I came here clear in my head.

"You know there will be repercussions for this. And we cannot house a human," Divaolo seethed.

"I felt I had to step in, for more than our previous history. If she is being hunted by a witch there has to be a reason. Someone or something has to have an interest in her, which might be an interest to us," Lucifer countered.