Lucifer stared out of his window in his castle. Rain was pouring gracefully down, dark clouds over-flooding the sky. He wore a black vest with a red collar shirt that was unbuttoned on top. Black formal pants fitted cozily and Derby shoes were laced up nicely.

He raised his tired head at the clock. He had to be going in a few minutes for a meeting he had with Thomas Pitch. Things have changed...not that much, but his new objective now was—to kill Kate and Sara. He gritted down his perfect white teeth in hate. Of course, Michael and Lucifer never stayed in touch for many reasons. First, they despised each other...well at least Lucifer did and it would just be plain awkward to try, like last night's dinner. But, Michael has a daughter, which he didn’t incline to tell Lucifer.

The Devil understood this. But, something about this girl, was secretive. The way Michael looked at her after she called him Dad and how Michael glanced at Lucifer...that “Dad” wasn’t supposed to spill out casually like that.

Lucifer knew this. It was obvious. Even his sidekicks commented on it.

He knew his brother well. Michael used to say, every hero was his children, trying to be like their father, no doubt. But this was completely different. Michael wouldn’t personally raise a child without a reason or motive...or did this child just get his attention?

No, Sara meant something to Michael, Lucifer knew better.

Lucifer wanted to know what caught Michael’s attention for her. Or why? And what was his point to do this? Lucifer knew Michael raised Katerina himself, but Katerina didn’t call her a special name. Yes, she was like a daughter to Michael—but she wasn’t his daughter.

Lucifer frowned and let his hand slide against the cool window, hearing the rain clash against the window into an eerie echo. So, Sara...what makes you different?

He inhaled and it was time to leave. Thomas Pitch and he had been preparing this for years, and Lucifer wanted to add something on top of it.

Lucifer walked down the stairs and Caliber opened the door for him, “Sir,” he smiled, “Do you want an umbrella?” He already started to unwrap the black umbrella.

Lucifer looked out at the rain. He didn’t give a fuck if he got wet, even though he was meeting his dearest friend, Pitch. But they weren’t formal with each other.

The Devil shook his head and stepped out of the rain, not listening to Caliber’s objections. Rain fell hard on him, feeling like needles. The rain showered down on him, his hair sticking on his face. His clothing clanging to him to his skin. His scent smelled like nature.

He didn’t care about himself anymore. He used to care about how he looked, how he acted, hell, how he even smelled, but now it was all over. I need to forget you.

A car stopped in front of him and he opened the back door, slid in, and quickly said, “Caliber, go in. Don’t need to get yourself wet to close the door for me, but thank you.” He closed the door before hearing Caliber reply with his thanks.

The car drove out of the drive away. Lucifer closed his eyes and wiped off the water on his eyes and face. He was a mess. He knew it. He looked at the driver who had curly horns that were sharp at the top, “You know where we are going?”

“Yes,” answered the demon.

Lucifer said, “Good.” He leaned back, spreading his legs to get comfortable. He studied his driver, “Nice horns. I don’t think I’ve ever met you before. I like how you incorporated the horns without turning full demon.” He didn’t know why he was trying to make a conversation with this man, but it was his demon after all, “I like that demons have different looks.”

He looked to the other side of the window, seeing the outside going faster and faster, into blurry grayness as the rain pattered itself against the car.

The demon grinned, some fangs showing, “It is finally to meet you…” he paused, “Mr. Morning-Star.”

Lucifer looked back at the driver, seeing the note of hesitation in the demon’s voice. He could tell that the demon was thinking of how to call him—respectfully. He liked this demon, he was nice He knew they could get along pretty well. “I don’t think I know your name, I apologize.”

The demon grinned devilishly. He was handsome Lucifer noted and he did look kinda like him, “No need to be sorry, let’s say I’ve been, kinda silent to the world.”

Lucifer sighed, “I could say the same.”

“Oh, how so?”

Lucifer was ready to answer it but stopped himself. There was no point in telling his fellow demons what they already knew. And he had never met this demon before, so how could he trust him? At least, he can try starting to know him well, “You didn’t answer my question. What’s your name?”

The horned demon answered, staring at Lucifer in the rearview mirror, “I have a silly name. A sweet girl of mine named me, Sal. Isn’t that strange?”

Lucifer pondered the name, Sal. He had heard that name recently. He couldn’t remember where. His mind was anxiously awaiting the arrival to see Pitch, but he didn’t think much of it, “Nice to meet you, you can just call me Lucifer.”

***

The clouds were getting heavy and dark. The sky was gray and dull but the sun was almost fully hidden. The wind blew with a hard whistle and leaves were scattered everywhere. Lucifer walked up the hill, little sunshine peeking through the clouds. “Come on, we don’t want to be late, and it’s going to rain.” He stared up at the clouds about to burst.

Abaddon sneered at him, “I could make it rain hellfire down on us.” She waved her hands around in the air, tempted by the idea.

Lucifer sighed, “Abaddon, don’t pull that shit on me. We both know that you wouldn’t do that.”

Abaddon frowned, “My name is Abaddon for a reason, Lucifer. Duh.” She skipped down the hill, Lucifer following suit, but walking down. “Come on, slowpoke,” she called down the hill, "you didn’t want it to rain on us!”

Lucifer shook his head, “What am I ever going to do with you.” As he asked that ridiculous question, a smile tugged at his face

Abaddon slid into the passenger’s seat, and Lucifer got in the driver’s. “I don’t want to be late to the party!” She exclaimed, fluffing out her red dress. “Drive really fast.”

Lucifer smirked, turning on the engine, “I just drive slow to annoy you, how about that?”

Abaddon bared her teeth at him playfully, “How about I kick your nuts, how about that?”

Lucifer slammed on the gas and the car lurched into action. The car weaved through traffic easily and some humans honked. Abaddon flipped them off out the window. “Abaddon,” Lucifer started, “I want to talk to you about him.”

Abaddon flickered her eyes to him, sitting back in her seat, looking down at her glittering high-heels, “And?”

Lucifer sighed, seeing the corner of his eyes, Abaddon’s deep frown, making her beautiful face upset, “We need to talk about this.”

Abaddon folded her arms, “So what? You picked him as the Prince of Hell.” She tilted her eyes to the sky, scoffing at herself and trying to avoid his eyes; knowing the eyes were full of disapproving but caring faces. She had seen that look countless times. “You never improve anyone I date.”

“You deserve better,” answered Lucifer, doing a sharp right.

Abaddon huffed out her frustration, “You always say that. And you picked him out for a Prince. I thought you would improve.”

Lucifer sighed, “Abaddon, I am happy for you. You just, need to be cautious. You know what happened to your last boyfriend.”

Abaddon snapped, “You killed him!” Her flaming red hair was braided over her shoulder.

Lucifer glanced at her annoyed face, “Because he was stalking you, non-stop. I told him to fuck off, but he didn’t. I told him three times, and he continued to do that. He was dangerous to you—”

“And you wanted to protect me” she hissed, “It’s always the same thing with you.” She growled, making a pouting face, “I don’t need your protection. I can protect myself. I could easily kill him. But no, here you are...having to be a fucking hero. And I thought you hated heroes.”

Lucifer said, “I do, but—”

Abaddon cut him, “No buts, Lucifer. I have enough of you. Let me do what I want to. Hell, you wanted to drive me to the party in case someone wanted to murder me, and I knew you were thinking that!”

“The angels are after you,” replied Lucifer flatly.

The rain came now. It didn’t just start to drizzle down at the sky lightly, but hard. A tremulous thunder shook the ground and lighting flashed against the evening sky. It matched the tension that was between them now. Abaddon groaned, “Lucifer, he’s not going to kill me. Come on.”

Lucifer pressed his lips, slowing his drive as the roads became slippery. Even the Devil couldn’t escape nature’s forces. “I can’t believe you still trust him after what he did to you.” His face twisted in disgust at the memory.

Abaddon's face went sullen, “He’s my brother, Lucifer. So are you. I love you both, no matter what.”

Lucifer snarled, “Who do you trust more, him or me?” Jealousy flared across his face. He needed to control his temper.

Abaddon swallowed hard, hurt crossing her face heavily, “Lucifer. I trust you. I’m with you after all. You know that I love you, but I don’t love you more than Michael." She placed her hand on her heart without much thought. Her spoken words were filled with truth and pain, and her voice nearly cracked as she added, "You guys are equal to me.”

Lucifer glared at her for a second, “I wouldn’t want you to trust me if I did something horrific to you like that.” He snapped his gaze back on the road, gripping on the wheel, his knuckles white. He tried to ignore the pain in her voice. He knew it was unfair what they put her through. Of what it did to her.

Abaddon tightened her fingers on her dress, “Lucifer, Michael didn’t internally mean to hurt me.”

Lucifer growled, “I tried so hard to protect you and I failed. You still got hurt," he felt his voice rising, as he finished, "Twice."

Abaddon scoffed in disbelief, “Lucifer, you need to let it go. I have. I know you are horrible with letting go of things, but this is one of them...and I will get hurt, no matter what happens.”

The wipers swapped back and forth quickly in successful motion.

“When Michael hurt you, my pride was taken away. I prided myself in keeping you happy and safe.” Lucifer said in a broken tone, “When Michael did that to you,” he stared off into the wet road, “I noticed a huge change in you. I know you keep picking yourself up in bad times, but he scared you.” The Devil waited for her to deny everything he said,

Abaddon went stiff, trying not to cry. Her brother was right no doubt, “Lucifer,” her voice cracked, “Can we not talk about this please?” she wiped her runny nose.

Lucifer beat himself up for bringing this up, “All I have to say, you should have never been in that crossfire. We shouldn’t have dragged you into that mess.”

Abaddon looked out in the dark day, feeling tense with angry. Not at Lucifer...well, she was annoyed at him, but how everything that had unfolded and there was only terror and destruction in its wake.

And she only blamed herself. If she wasn’t created, non of this would’ve happened...or would it be worse? She couldn’t imagine would Lucifer would be like now if she never existed.

They sat there in silence as they arrived at the partying house, a loud beat coming out from the house.

Abaddon started to open the car door, but Lucifer said, “No, I’ll get it. I don’t want your dress ruined.” He grabbed an umbrella in the back seat and ran out of the pouring rain, opening it quickly. He ran to the side and opened it for her. They walked to the front porch, the loud music having the house vibrate from the sound.

They stopped at the first porch, Lucifer turning to his sister, “Promise you will have a fun time.” He tried to break the provoked silence that hung over them.

Abaddon laughed absurdly, seeming to completely forget the conversation they just had as if it vanished in thin air. But she giggled in the fact Lucifer was completely wet, “Don’t worry.” She raised on her tipsy toes ad kissed him on his cheek, “See you.”

Lucifer watched her as she entered the house, and waved goodbye at him before closing the redwood door. He smiled happily for his sister and walked down the steps, holding the umbrella up for him. He would start to try to let her go, let her have her freedom. All this time, after the Holy War, Abaddon was never hurt...well, she has hurt again, not from Michael personally, but he had something to do with that second time.

At any rate, Lucifer knew he would do at all costs to not have her hurt again.

Or it would destroy him.

***

The car rolled to a stop and the rain was lightening up. Lucifer thanked Sal as he stepped into the opening sky and cool afternoon air. He stared up at the cottage and felt a ping of agony as he saw the cabin which was made out of pure wood. It was small but it stood there like a symbol in Lucifer's heart.

Thomas Pitch leaned against the door frame with a small smile. He watched the car drive away, “Who was that?”

Lucifer shrugged, “Some demon. He was nice. His name was Sal.” He walked up the front steps, taking the cabin in. He had been willing himself to see this place again. “It’s exactly how I imaged it.” He asked softly, looking straight into Pitch’s lavender eyes, “What made you pick this place?”

Pitch would’ve smirked, but he knew it wasn’t the right moment. Even this place haunted him well, “It would be the last place Michael would never visit and it’s already enchanted with protection from angels and off the radar. So I can use my magic freely without being sensed by an angel or a creature near us, and we can talk without worrying anyone catching us.”

Lucifer put his hands across the smooth surface of the wooden railings, “Is it bad I’ve forgotten this place until you brought it up?”

Pitch shook his head with a wary smile, “No, it’s not.” He opened the door for his best friend, welcoming the cool air on a humid day. Then Pitch noticed, that Lucifer was wet head to toe, “What the fuck are you so wet?”

Lucifer pressed his lips for an excuse but couldn’t come up with anything good enough for his friend.

Pitch sighed, “You know, you look so fucking hot right now.” He studied Lucifer up and down, the rain made his features look more delicate than normal and the clothing clung to him in an impossible sexy way. The warlock swallowed, Lucifer seemed not to care. Pitch said, trying to distract himself from his thoughts, “So, we are here to make our final ideas and lay down the concept for this plan.”

Lucifer whispered, a note of doubt in his tone, “Do you think this will work?”

Thomas Pitch smirked, “Lucifer, how long have we gone over this? Years and years. This will work. Trust in us...in yourself.”

Lucifer grinned with a nod, “Since you seem so confident of our mission working, I need to add another plan to it, that cannot be missed.”

Pitch mused, “Urgent, I see. Spill it.”

Lucifer stood there at the door frame, sun rays coming out from the sky, beaming on him. For once, he lived up to his name. He truly looked like a Morning-star with the light radiating off of him and he stone like a brilliant star. His eyelashes flickered up to his friend, his whole body looking like heavenly light—and Pitch saw for the first time what Lucifer would’ve looked like as an archangel...but this was just his human form. The warlock sucked a breath, awed by the beauty.

Lucifer didn’t notice as he answered, looking sideways, thinking what he was going to say, “I don’t want just Katerina to die. I want someone else to die along with her. I want her death worse than Katerina.”

Pitch raised an eyebrow, how could Lucifer hate someone more than Katerina? “Who?”

Lucifer replied, “Michael’s daughter, Sara.”

Pitch flickered his eyes to Lucifer with a shake of his head, “No, she’s off-limits.”

Lucifer scoffed, closing the door behind him, “What? She’s Michael’s daughter. She will have to die.” His brain was already gearing up for how Pitch knew this girl.

Pitch shook his head in disbelief, rubbing his temple, scoffing, “No way. It can’t be,” He collapsed on an armchair that rocked back and forth from his sitting on it.

“You know her?” Lucifer asked, reading his friend’s face.

Pitch shook his head and looked up at his friend who was gazing down at him, “Remember I told you this child helped me escape—”

Lucifer's mouth hung open, “Don’t fucking say…”

Pitch answered with much horror on his face. He wouldn’t just beg his friend to spare this girl’s life that helped him escape which he vowed to owe her back, but she was his daughter of Michael, he thought she was just a prudish child. He couldn’t imagine she was his daughter. Sara being Michael's daughter came as a shock to him, but he knew her name.

Lucifer sat down next to him, “I have no choice, Pitch,” he growled, but not at Pitch, at what he just learned.

Pitch stared up, “Lucifer, she saved my life.”

Lucifer snarled, “She’s Michael’s daughter!”

Both of their hearts were pounding heavily in their chest. Lucifer reclined back, in most shock, “I can’t believe it. I told you when you told me that story, that I would be in her debt too, for saving your life, yet here we are, plotting to kill her.”

“Lucifer,” Pitch gasped, begging him with sparking lavender eyes, “Don’t. She’s a child. And, she hasn’t done any crimes to your people.”

Lucifer barked with out-most frustration, “Micheal loves her.”

Pitch couldn’t help but cut in, “You loved your sister.”

“Michael took her away from me!” said Lucifer, not even looking at his friend, his eyes filled with rage.

“Do we even know that for sure? She went to Michael and she couldn’t go somewhere else for a while. We don’t know. We can’t make facts that aren’t hard evidence that we don’t have. She could’ve not gone to Michael at all? Where did we get this information about how she got there? She could’ve been there for a day.”

Lucifer glared at him.

Pitch added quickly, “But, I’m on your side. Just don’t hurt her. And I don’t think she’s blood-related.”

“She’s adopted,” answered Lucifer, flatly.

Pitch took a minute to register why Michael picked her. Besides her powers, he couldn’t think of anything else. He could feel defeat crossing his face. He owed Sara, “Lucifer, listen here.”

Lucifer grumbled, “I’m listening.”

Pitch scooted on the edge, facing his best friend, “If Sara does anything to kill any villain or some shit, you can kill her….but there is no reason to kill her if she’s Michael’s daughter…”

Lucifer pointed out, not looking up at him, “There’s every single damn reason to kill her.” He didn’t realize how difficult this would be in killing Sara. He thought Pitch would agree, but she helped him escape, and saved his life. What are the odds?

“And if she doesn’t do anything that bugs the living shit out of you, you keep her alive, deal?” Pitch put his hand in a ready handshake. It wasn’t proper of making a deal with the Devil, but it was close enough.

Lucifer pounded this suggestion. Sara didn’t seem like an immediate threat and Pitch was right, she hadn’t done anything to be a reason to have her kill—except being Michael’s daughter.

Lucifer looked at the hand for a few seconds and shook it, “If she annoys me, even the slightest, she is dead meat, understand Pitch?”

Pitch nodded gratefully. He knew he was using his advantage of being the Devil’s best friend, but this girl, Sara, held something dear in his heart; and not in a romantic way. Something else. Probably because she saved his life, Pitch knew that Sara could be killed if she did something to upset Lucifer, but it was a better chance than Lucifer killing her without a moment’s thought.

Thomas Pitch didn’t find Lucifer weak at all when Lucifer made the deal, as he saw a depressed look as if he did something so weak that he shouldn’t be worthy of being called the Devil, He knew his friend too well, “Lucifer.”

Lucifer looked up at him, “Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

Lucifer didn’t smile to say his thanks, but he shrugged, “You’re right, she is a person in my way, but she hasn’t done any crimes to us, so, for now, she is safe.” Expect being Michael’s fucking daughter.

Pitch then remembered that Sara had committed a crime. She was with Katerina that day when they raided the auction and set it ablaze. He knew if he said that, Sara would have a lower chance than she has now of surviving. And when he didn’t remember Sara committing a crime at that time making a deal, he didn’t know he was lying—and Lucifer couldn’t sense anything from him.

Trying to change the subject, “So, when will we start officially?” inquired Pitch, excited about what was about to unfold, but not excited knowing he would be in trouble if Lucifer figured out that Sara did do a crime. Pitch was willing to accept the punishment. Now you think you are in some debt to a girl that saved your life. That’s stupid you know. She doesn’t remember anything. You erased her memories. He opened his mouth to reply that he did remember. Sara did commit a crime against the villains. Although Lucifer wouldn’t care about the auction, only that a few demons died and a Prince in Hell was in the crossfire, he did survive. The warlock couldn’t shake off the feelings whirling in his body. He knew he would be betraying Lucifer to some extent in not telling him—but he would be betraying his word more to a five-year-old girl who saved him. He knew it was silly, but right now, this was the most principal.

“Soon,” said Lucifer, breaking Pitch’s thoughts. Lucifer's mind trailed off while Pitch stood up to get some wine for them.

Lucifer couldn't believe he let Michael’s daughter slide like this. This was a chance to ruin Michael right now, but Lucifer was stopped dead in his tracks because this girl...of all the girls who had to save his dearest friend from the brink of death—but had to also be Michael’s daughter.

What do humans call that? Oh yes: A double-edged sword.