LUCIFER ◆ N. Mikaelson

15 // Changelings and Back-alleys

"Wait," Damon puts his hand out to stop me, "Is this a good idea?"

"Well, its an idea. And the only one I can think of right now to get your brother back safely," I turn my attention back to the match in my hand.

My fingers loosen, letting the match fall into the bowl. The flames are quick to catch, and the fire roars a foot tall before settling. I rethink everything over, making sure we did it right. If we missed even one step it could have horrible consequences. I'm a little rusty, since I haven't done any summoning in awhile.

"Lucille, Queen of Hell, and Mistress of Mischief. You called?" A voice says from behind us.

Me and Damon turn to find the owner of said voice. A small glow of light grows into a more human looking form. Though not entirely human, as the slim pointed ears give it away. He has long fiery red hair, braided to the back. His eyes are alluring, and his face unreadable. One might call him dangerous. I certainly would.

"Cyrus, I need your help." I waste no time in formalities.

"What the hell is this guy?" Damon leans in to whisper to me, as he nudges my side.

Cyrus grins, showing off his many sharp teeth. His glance is trained at Damon. I look at him as well, hoping he remembers what I told him. Otherwise there might not be much I can do to help him. The Fae are tricky bastards.

"May I have your name?" Cyrus holds out his hand, awaiting an answer.

Damon side glances me, before clearing his throat.

"No, but you may call me Damien." He doesn't make any move of shaking Cyrus' hand, forcing him to put it down.

I sigh with relief, knowing that for the most part he's safe. He even gave an alias, so hopefully Cyrus won't dig his claws into him.

"Very well, Damien. What kind of help do you ask of?" Cyrus looks back to me.

"I need a changeling baby. Can you help a friend out?" I plead.

He steps closer, but instead of walking to us, he changes his path to walk around us. He does this a few times, thinking over my request. Locks of his hair bounce as he walks, but none move out of place. His sharp fingernails tap on his pant leg. With every step, I carefully watch him. If we offend him, that would mean trouble for us. He could play just about any trick on us, and trust me, Cyrus can get creative.

He stops in front of me.

"Asking a favour?" His smile is devious, and his eyes grow dark.

I stand my ground, "No. Before we make any deals, tell me now. What would you like in return?"

The smile fades and he scoffs.

"Always avoiding my tricks, Lucille. Fine. I want Hell Fire," His face glows at the very mention of his request.

I momentarily glance at the sky, as if asking for guidance. Giving a Fae some Hell Fire? Probably not a great idea. That would be like gifting an arsonist a flamethrower; only ending in disaster. However, getting a changeling baby is a major component of my plan to get Damon's brother back. I suppose a few flames couldn't hurt. He wouldn't get to use them for long anyway, as leaving their home in Hell makes them flicker out before long. The only reason I would be able to get away with using them longer is because I'm the Queen of Hell, and an Archangel. Summoning Hell Fire is not a problem for me.

"In return for a changeling baby, I will give you a few flames of Hell Fire. You may use them as long as they last," I make my decision.

The way he grins gives me an eerie feeling. Maybe this is a mistake. But Cyrus isn't that bad, right? A Fae asking for Hell Fire is quite suspicious, but so is an Archangel asking for a changeling. Then again, he doesn't know I'm an Archangel. If he did, he'd be able to too easily figure out my real name. And I'd prefer he didn't know as it would give him full power over me. Even Cyrus is an alias, just something to call him by. I actually gave him that nickname when we first met.