His Only x. Lucifer Morningstar

24.

24. revenge

tw for violence ofc

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Lucifer paced the entire length of the conference room multiple times while Chloe was being directed through different stations and officials in New York City. Ella watched her friend worriedly and even Dan was concerned for Lucifer.

"No! Delilah Ilchester. Not Winchester. Yes! Michael Langson." The team got to work, Ella running to her laptop to start searching for any Michael Langsons who were living in Los Angeles. "Thank you. Yes, we appreciate it." Chloe hung up the phone and looked to the group. "Michael Langson. Registered sex offender, charged with a whole myriad of things but apparently his lawyers got him off easily. This has to be him."

Lucifer turned to the window, feeling a bubbling rage deep inside of him. Delilah was somewhere, in danger, hurt, possibly dead, and he was stuck inside of this horrid conference room with only the name of Delilah's stalker. A hand on his shoulder brought him out of his reverie and Chloe was standing behind him.

"We're gonna find him, okay? And we'll find Delilah. She's smart, Lucifer. She knows how to take care of herself."

"I found something!" exclaimed Ella. She pointed to a page she had pulled up with a whole lot of information about Michael Langson. "Lives about 45 minutes from here."

Lucifer committed the address to memory and started to walk off. "Lucifer! You're not going by yourself! She might not even be there."

"I don't care, Chloe!" Lucifer shouted. The team stared at the disheveled and shaking man. "I am going to find Delilah and I am going to make that scum pay for hurting her. He ruined her and I will tear him limb for limb."

Chloe grabbed her keys from the table. "I'll drive behind you."

Lucifer sighed but nodded. The two rushed out of the station, Lucifer to his corvette and Chloe to her station-issued charger. Lucifer was the first to pull out and Chloe just barely managed to catch up to him as he weaved in and out of cars, running red lights, and paying absolutely no attention to road signs. What would have normally been a 45 minute drive became a 20 minute drive.

Lucifer didn't even bother shutting his car off. Fists clenched, he stormed to the run-down home and kicked the door down. Chloe followed with her gun raised high in the air.

"Michael Langson! LAPD!" Chloe shouted. Lucifer meandered around the home. It smelled horrid and Chloe noticed it too. It didn't smell similar to a dead body which they were both grateful for. The pair met up in front of a staircase that led upstairs with another that presumably led down into the basement but had a door.

"If she's here, I bet he has her down there," Chloe whispered.

"I'll find out," Lucifer whispered back.

Chloe went to offer him some semblance of reassurance but gasped when a man came from behind Lucifer, a pistol in his hand. "Lucifer!" She shouted but the butt of the pistol came down on Lucifer's head.

The man, Michael, stared in horror as Lucifer rubbed the back of his head and muttered an "Ow!" before turning around and finding the secret assailant.

"Michael Langson?" Lucifer asked, though it was more of a rhetorical question. When a look of recognition came on the man's face, Lucifer's eyes flashed red. He truly didn't care if Chloe saw. The only thing running through his mind was revenge. He was going to kill the man in front of him and ensure that he went through the worst torture possible when he inevitably entered Hell. "You've hurt something of mine. Now-"

"She's not yours. She's mine," Michael stood in a defensive stance. "You come after me," he started, pulling what looked like a red button out of his pocket, "I kill everyone here. Including her."

Both were too distracted to notice Chloe strategically placing herself behind Lucifer and unlocking the door with a bobby pin from her pocket. When the two men started to back away from the door and into another room, Chloe slipped through the now open door and into the basement.

Lucifer stalked towards Michael like a predator after its prey. "Do you think I'm scared of a pathetic excuse of a human like you?" Lucifer started. "You," he bellowed, "should be the one scared of me!" Michael was pushed against this wall, his thumb just resting above the red button enclosed in his fist. Lucifer caught sight of his hand trembling and with quick movements, tore the button out of his hand and broke it in his fist. "You won't be needing that."

Michael was shaking with fear which only fueled Lucifer more. He wrapped his hand tight around Michael's throat and lifted him a few feet against the wall. Flashes of his red, scarred face sent Michael screaming.

His horrid screeches kept Lucifer from hearing the sound of footfalls coming back up the stairs and into the first floor of his house. Had he heard them, he would've dropped Michael to the ground, turned to Delilah, and wrap her in his arms, kiss her, thank his father for keeping her alive.

However, when Delilah and Chloe came to the first step, they watched as Lucifer picked Michael up and sent him out of the large kitchen window and onto the street where he eventually began to bleed out.

Delilah felt her knees go weak and her head become heavy. Lucifer, breathing deeply, turned just as Delilah crumbled to the floor. The twinge of red in his eyes had yet to subside but he ran to her side, cradling her head so it wouldn't hit the floor.

He knew she was slipping in and out of consciousness and wondered if saw the awful things he had just done to Michael. He wondered if she saw his devil face. He wondered if, when she woke, she'd run from him in fear and leave him just as alone as he was before he met her. Gently stroking her hair that was matted and bloody, Delilah's eyes were on his.

She was about to pass out but all Delilah could think was that she was right. She knew all along but pushed her thoughts to the very back of her mind. She repressed every single doubt she had about Lucifer. And yet here she was, staring at his fading red eyes, a few tears slipping out of her own, scared that she might die never being able to tell him that she didn't care. That she wasn't scared of him.

Soon, Delilah's eyes closed and she went limp against Lucifer's body. Chloe fell down to her knees and felt around for her pulse.

"She's still breathing. She's just unconscious. I'll call for an ambulance and back up."

Lucifer nodded even though her words went in one ear and out the other. He sat back against a wall, holding Delilah's body in his arms, whispering to himself.

"Please Father. I need her."

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so um...

i cannot apologize enough for the horribly slow updates to this story. now i'm in my senior year of high school and the work is 10 times worse!

for some clarification, i chose the name michael prior to any information about season 5 so the michael in this story is not the angel michael from season 5! i promise.

where the story will go from here is undecided but soon i will update it and you'll know!

i'm so incredibly glad you're all enjoying this story. i started it so long ago and my writing has progressed so much to the point where it's difficult for me to go back and read through this story. i can not believe that this story has gained so much popularity!!! like thats actually insane!!!!!!!!! what the fuck!!!!!!

anyways, thank you for reading i appreciate it so incredibly much. mwah <3

UPDATE: i just pulled up a new chapter to start writing and was very unsure of where i wanted to go but then i got an idea but i'm scared of readers hating me but like the story seems really short and feels very incomplete to me so just beware that there's a possibility the next few moments could be angsty depending on where i decide to go >:)