Lucifer then moved towards the page where it had an ID of 'the Boy Who Lived', and flicked it open. From the final member of his well, little group which he hadn't seen.
'Mate, really thanks for your Diary.
The Dursleys have told me Hedwig isn't allowed to deliver anything, but they didn't say anything about writing in a plain Muggle notebook.
It's an absolute lifesaver! I'm doing okay, doing my best to keep up with schoolwork whilst the Dursleys can't hear me. They like to yell if they find me with any of my schoolbooks out, as if anyone comes into my room.
It's getting a bit lonely without Ron writing to me, especially after his phone call----'
Lucifer remembered vividly the note now sitting in his desk, detailing the catastrophe that had occurred when Ron had attempted to use the phone number given by Harry to ring him.
Apparently, Mr Weasley had either forgotten, or neglected to tell Ron, that the person on the other end could hear you perfectly fine without shouting. Both Lucifer and Hermione had received letters from Ron advising against ringing Harry.
He didn't give a reply back to that, only when he did receive a second letter from Ron, and unexpectedly 'from' Ginny few days ago, Lucifer asked Rowena to pay a visit.
---but I know it's for the best, I don't want another shouting match with Uncle Vernon like last time. Have you heard anything from other Weasely's about what they're up too? I've still heard nothing.
Hope to hear from you soon,
Harry.'
With one deep sigh, Lucifer tucked it away in his desk. He hated reading about the way the Dursleys treated the earnest boy. It was disgusting, love of magic or not you should never treat a child that way. Admittedly he'd mostly only heard stories from Ron.
"Literally the least clean part of my room," Lucifer said, as he got to his feet and started waving his palm over some of the loose parchment towards the back of his desk.
"If you just focused on one piece of work, it wouldn't be that bad," Makima said as she made her way into his bedroom, carrying a stack of washing which proceeded to fly towards his now-opened wardrobe and begin hanging itself up.
"Well, I just like to finish any answers to important French Ministry contacts as soon as possible...."
She politely sat down on the bed,
while turning to face Lucifer, with a
piece of letter in right hand, he didn't see it before, "You didn't have to wash my clothes..."
"Of course, I do." Makima gave a nice smile in response, not agreeing with his words in the slightest, even if this was Lucifer's 5th try to make her do otherwise. (Not including two he did, before leaving Lux for Second year.)
"Here, take a look" She handed over the parchment that just arrived, which Lucifer took, and immediately opened.
'Dear Mr. Morningstar
Please note that the new school year will begin on September first. The Hogwarts Express will leave from King's Cross station, platform 9 34 at eleven o'clock.
Please find your attached supplies list for the upcoming year. Also note, third years are permitted to visit the village of Hogsmeade on certain weekends.
Please give the enclosed permission form to your parent or guardian to sign.
Yours Sincerely
Professor M McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress.'
"Hogsmeade?" Lucifer asked, quickly his head shooting upwards, "that's the fully Wizarding village. With rumoured Shrieking Shack..."
"It is from what I learned," Makima nodded her head, finding her lord being so childishly quite refreshing, then formed a slip out of thin air, placing it on the table.
"That Greengrass has already taken the liberty of signing yours...."
"As the legal guardian of Lucifer Morningstar, I, Evelyn Greengrass, do hereby authorise his attendance on all official Hogsmeade village visits scheduled throughout the year.'
"Thanks in need, eh..."
"It's really nothing, she said."
"And, you? Makima, you have done a great job in my absence with Lux's renovations. Mazikeen, well.. let's just say, that was not her area of expertise."
"Quite." Makima chuckled, while hearing that, she just found her sister doing jobs like these ridiculous, couldn't even imagine it.
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"Your voice. You have an incredible
voice. It's sweet, dirty, sexy, soulful."
"So many talented artists and musicians came to Hell during my reign. Pardon the pun, but we really had one hell of a band. And your voice is right up there with the best of the best."
Delilah smiled at hearing that, she couldn't believe getting a pep talk from a teenager, and it's working, "I seriously want to jump your bones right now....."
"That's perfectly understandable."
"How do you do that?"
"What?"
"You make me feel so good about
being bad..."
"It's a gift..."
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Moments Later.
Lucifer was busy playing his piano, while Delilah was singing out of her heart, without any binds. A cover of something interesting and cool.
And, he was right---she did have a killer voice.
_________
The song continued, while Lucifer walked out towards the exit, with Delilah moving side by side with him.
Saying goodbye.
"I'm gonna do what you asked. I'm gonna get it together, Lucifer. I promise. Please don't give up on me....."
"How could I?"
'The devil never forgets his first...'
She smiled pulling Lucifer into a big hug for helping her out, then just two seconds later, when a passing car slowed down to a halt in front of Lux.
'Bang! Bang! Bang!'
Multiple bullets were fired straight at the hugging pair, as they both went down in a heap, and the car screeched off. A beat went as everything settled.
Then an unholy groan escaped from Lucifer's mouth, as he rose back to a
sitting position. His clothes were torn with smoking holes, then he ripped his shirt open.
No blood. No entry wounds. Just pain.
A lot of fucking pain. Lucifer slowly climbed to his feet, and went over to Delilah, beautiful in peaceful repose.
And very much dead, his own face tightened with pain, and looked down the street. Zeroing in on the wreckage and stalked over to it.
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The shooter's body had now been thrown from the crumpled car. Laid out in a pile of broken glass. Twisted and very bloody, but still alive. It's all Lucifer could do to control his emotion, "Oh no no no, not yet....What did you do?!"
"I- I'm sorry..."
"Sorry? Tell me why. Why did you
end her life?!" Lucifer's face leaned closer to the murderer, with his eyes nothing but fury, "I can smell death coming for you-shall I speed it along?"
"Why else? M-Money..."
"Times like these I wish I was back
in Hell. What I would do to you..."
The shooter coughed up a final geyser of blood and died, Lucifer didn't care in the slightest, walking back over to Delilah's lifeless body, with multiple bullet holes, that could be seen through her party dress. He just stood there, looking down at her... with something in his eyes. Was it loss?
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Later, that same night. Now a full-blown crime scene was going on outside Lux, cherry tops were spinning. Police had swarmed.
Coroners were putting Delilah's body in a bag and into the back of their van as an unmarked cop car pulled up in front. Out hopped SPD homicide detective, Chloe Decker-Espinoza, (30s). She's very beautiful, but actually downplays it on purpose.
She's smart, but cold, directly walking over to the wrecked car where the shooter was lying in a bed of broken glass and blood. Bending over to get a closer look... when she heard some snickering and whispering behind.
Turned over to see a couple of rookie uniforms staring at her.
"Can I help you?"
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The scene changed to where Chloe now questioning Lucifer, but he was very distracted right now. His swirling emotions over Delilah's death were playing with his mind over, and over, while Makima hovered nearby, to help cops with the investigation.
"Lucifer Morningstar...? Is that
like a stage name or something?" Chloe questioned, using a blue pointed pen to write down on her notepad, her eyes looking over the teenager's profile.
"God-given, I'm afraid," Lucifer was quite engrossed playing with the keys, trying to calm his mind down, when he realised the detective was now standing over him to ask his identity.
"You look familiar. Have we met?"
"• • " Chloe now seemed annoyed, but tried her best to remain casual at work, "Five minutes ago. And I'm here asking the questions...Talk to me about your relationship with the victim?"
"She used to work here, last year. Then, became a big star and someone decided to end her life."
"Did you know the shooter?"
"No, but we did have a nice little
chat before he kicked off. I asked
him why he did it." Lucifer closed off the piano, turning over in his seat to look at the detective, picking up his glass of whiskey.
Chloe immediately noticed that, "I see. A rebellious teenage boy, who likes to play cop, do you?"
"I like to play in general. What about you, Detective?"
She's almost amused -- got a real live one here, "So, you spoke to a dead guy?"
"He wasn't quite dead....His soul was
still crossing the threshold."
Wow, "Okay then... why'd he do it?" She crossed her arms, putting her notepad back, this boy clearly needed more attention.
"Money, of course. You humans love
your money."
"Yes. Yes, we do. And what planet are you from? Hogwarts?"
Lucifer's eyes gained colour at hearing that, he knew muggles do have their own questions about a society hiding between their own, now it seemed that even the name was quite 'familiar.'
"....Okay, so someone empties a gun into her while you're hugging and you don't get hit at all?"
Lucifer raised his hands and shrugged, even his clothes were now different from before, "The benefits of being immortal."
'This kid's a freak.' "Anyone out there have any issues with you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Have you pissed anyone off lately?"
"Well, I was involved with any number of married women and girlfriends, but my current one doesn't know that...."
Chloe snorted at that, "You're quite the fantasical amoral prick, aren't you?"
"Speaking of amorality, what will your corrupt little organization do about this?"
Her gaze sharpened, when Lucifer's eyes wandered over the arseholes cops, that made her job even more difficult, "Excuse me?"
"Will you find the killer? Will he be punished? Is this a priority for you?"
"You've got some balls on you, kid."
"Thank you, but they're really quite average."
"Are you sure we haven't met? I could swear I've seen you naked. Did we have sex?" Lucifer's eyes turned over to look at Chloe's face once again, he was having a weird moment.
Her growl sounded loud. 'Nope. Just a prick.' "What? Go to hell!"
"No thank you. Much more fun here!"
Chloe decided to just get up, and leave the place, "Wait. Detective. We're not finished...."
"Yeah. We are!" She yelled without even looking back, very rude, but internally so frustrated with this boy's attitude.
xxxxx
Lucifer was playing his piano, fingers flying on an intense version of Bowie's "Lady Stardust." Suddenly he smashed the keys in a burst of atonal fury, his gaze fixed on something ahead... It's his reflection in the mirrored fireplace.
That disturbing face again.
'Crash!'
We only caught just a hint of it before, Lucifer got up and hurled a lamp at the mirror, smashing it to pieces.
Makima hurriedly entered, and surveyed the damage. She said nothing in response, which only served to infuriate Lucifer even more.
Throughout this scene, the hint of Lucifer's "darker side" was reflected in the shattered mirror behind her.
"Out with it, Makima!"
"I'm just curious...."
"About?"
"Why this upsets you so much?"
"There is someone out there that deserves punishment. And it's not. 'Going. To. Happen."
"Who cares? Mortals die every day."
Lucifer turned around to look at her, with his eyes glowing red, at this moment he just wasn't able to control his anger, and exclaimed out loud, "Yes, insignificant ones! Human nothings who never add anything to
this world. They only take and consume and die cowardly pathetic deaths. But this was different! 'She was different!"
Makima studied his face, a mix of concern, disdain and astonishment, "You care about her... like the girl roaming here? It started with Miss Hairnest, was it?"
"...I just care about punishing the coward responsible."
The Demoness stepped closer, too much in fact, sliding her hands around Lucifer's neck seductively, "My Lord, I would advise you to not interfere but, if it's that important, I'll take care of this problem."
Lucifer sighed, giving back a reason to explain his actions, "The world was robbed of a great talent. That makes me angry. Makes me, want to punish someone in very unholy ways. That's all there is to it."
Makima smiled creepily, leaning in, her lips were now inches from his.
"...You have changed, Lucifer." He remained silent, her smile faded somewhat but the Devilish woman kissed him sensually on the mouth for a couple of seconds, then slinked off.
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