Kristiel (Lucifer Love Story)

Part 8

Lucifer's POV

After the detective's rejection of my foward advances and our talk with the Carver, her and I are sitting in the car waiting for the meet up. I see her looking to the time on her phone as she gets antsy.

"Ten more minutes." I tell her. "Patience."

"Something doesn't feel right." She says.

"Well, of course it doesn't. It's a kidnapping." I point out. I pull out a snack and open the bag. "Cool ranch puff?" I offer to her.

"No thanks." She answers, not even looking at me.

"No?" I ask and she shakes her head to confirm her answer. "It's funny, isn't it? You'd think the king of hellfire would be more of a flaming hot guy, but...love these bad boys." I say before popping one in my mouth. I think about the first time Kris shared a bag with me. I took the rest of the bag from her and I finished it. She just laughed at me.

"Okay, let's say you really are the Devil." She starts. "All-powerful, immortal, blah, blah, blah. Does that mean you don't feel pain at all?"

"Hmm. I like this line of questioning. Does this mean you're finally coming around?" I ask.

"No. Just answer the question."

"Well, I..."I chuckle. "I do feel something, but it's not pain so much as, uh, a pressure, a nuisance, really."

"Okay, so what does it feel like if you get shot?" I think about it for a moment before flicking her hard on the arm. "Ow." She reacts, finally sparing me a glance.

"Well, you asked." I tell her.

"But that's it? Like, a bullet just bounces off you?"

"Well, there's no wound or blood, if that's what you mean." I answer. "Can verify with something sharp if you like." I suggest.

"No, it's not necessary. It's tempting, though." She glances at me again.

"Huh. So, does this mean that you believe me?" I ask. "I'm afraid I can't offer anything obvious like a tail as proof." I joke.

"And so no horns?" She jokes equally.

"No, afraid not. That's the stuff of movies and TV." I tell her truthfully.

"Mm-hmm." She hums.

"They always get it wrong. Just like angel wings. They're not all white, you know." She looks at me questioningly. "For example, Kris' wings are a magnificent chetnut brown, just like her hair." I think about them, daydreaming.

"Okay...well, look, I-I have to admit I've seen some things I can't explain, but I don't believe in all that Bible stuff." How interesting.

"So you're an atheist. How Ironic." I comment.

"No, not exactly." She starts. "I do believe there's good and evil and right and wrong. But the whole firey damnation thing, no."

"Does it scare you?" I ask.

"No, I mean, how could I be scared of something that I don't believe in?"

"Do I scare you?" She looks me right in the eye.

"No." She answers. I believe we share a moment until she turns away and spots Carver sneaking into the warehouse. We follow, drama ensues, the detective shoots me in the leg and I actually bleed, and she brings me home as I question what the heck is happening. How could I bleed like that? It's never happened before. What was different this time? I walk, or limp, into LUX. I don't go to the elevator first. Instead I head downstairs to the club where I see Maze sitting by herself.