First things first...

This has to be the best fandom ever. It's a collection of very dedicated fans who refuse to got down without a fight. We saved Lucifer, I think he owes us now.

I do not own Lucifer.

I'm back, it's so good to be writing and publishing again. I have been super busy: unexpected job change, I got married and I have been working on the finishing touches on an original story to be published.

This is a brand new story that I really enjoyed writing. I hope you all like reading it.

A young woman walked into Lux and let her eyes roam the club. It was loud and over crowded, not her sort of scene at all. But she had to remind herself why she was there. There was no call, no mission. This was strictly the outcome of following up on an overheard conversation. That the Devil himself had left Hell and basically set up shop in Los Angeles. The city of the angels, odd choice she thought.

So here she was, ready to come face to face with the Devil. Or she thought she was ready. Her heart was beating so fast inside her chest. She placed a hand over it to try and gain some control. She didn't have anything to lose by coming here. That was the most interesting part of information: the Devil had a problem. And here she was, thinking she could fix it and get herself into a good position with him. Never know when something like that could come in handy.

Yep, she was out of her mind.

"If you are looking for Lucifer Morningstar, he's over there." Said a voice next to her. She turned and saw a woman, there was a look of longing in her eyes. "But don't expect anything from him, he's being a jerk tonight."

"Pretty sure I can change that. Thank you." She nodded and then followed the woman's finger as it pointed to a man at the bar.

He was alone. Were people avoiding him or was it the other way around? Either way, it was interesting.

He was tall, dark and handsome, any woman's dream. And women were coming up to him but he turned them all away. Would he do the same with her? Well, she was nothing like those women. She was older and wiser, so much wiser.

So she took her chances, he needed her, not the other way around.

She marched over to the bar, took the seat right next to him and ordered her usual poison. "One whiskey on the rocks."

He shifted, clearly uncomfortable by the lack of personal space.

The glass was placed in front of her. She nodded her thanks and welcomed the burn down her throat. And she sat there, silently watching him from the corner of her eye. "You look like you lost something, Mr. Morningstar." She finally spoke to him.

"Cheated out of something actually." He answered, the tone of his British accent was harsh and dangerous.

"Someone dared to cheat you? They must have a death wish." She mused. She studied the ice in her glass before speaking again. "So, that Julius McDowell."

The glass Lucifer had been holding shattered in his grip. He rose to his feet and towered over her. "I suggest you not speak about things you don't understand." He began to walk away.

But she couldn't lose him that easily, she had to think quickly. Her hand pulled something out of her clutch and worked her magic. A moment later, she called out, "Lucifer!"

Thankfully he turned around and she threw something at him. She turned back around, not wanting to see his reaction. And she counted down from five.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

Thud.

A heavy piece of gold now sat next to her drink. It clearly had the Lux logo on it and Lucifer sat down facing her. "This was a napkin." He stated.

"Oh, now you want to talk to me?"

He ignored the lightness in her voice. "If you did that the way I think you did, where did you get it from?"

She turned to fully face him. "This little thing? Just something I had in my closet." She grinned.

"Not what I meant." He half growled.

"Oh, you mean this?" She held up a small stone that was sticking out of a velvet pouch. "I collect rocks as a hobby. I thought this one looked cool."

He reached out to grab it but she pulled the stone out of his reach, there was a twinkle in her eyes. "What stops me from just taking that from you?" He asked.

"Absolutely nothing. As much as you enjoy punishing people, you would rather be doing other activities." She leaned forward. His Adam's apple bobbed. She knew she picked the right dress, low cut and tight in all the right places.

Lucifer stared for a moment. "What do you suggest? Julius McDowell cannot be allowed to get away from his treachery."

"Of course not, it would ruin your reputation. Can't have that, now can we? I could go and take care of him for you." She offered.

"You?"

"Yes, you already have seen what I can do."

"And you can do…?"

"So much more."

Lucifer leaned back to finally study the woman sitting in front of him. "And what do you get out of this offer?"

"Then same thing you offer every woman who walks up to you." She paused to take a sip of her drink. "Pleasant conversation."

He chuckled a bit more at ease.

"Unless you want to add something else to the table?"

They locked eyes and he nodded, accepting her help. Lucifer leaned forward and held something out to her. "For his soul."

Her eyes dropped to a small vial in his hand. "Consider it done. One other thing, Julius keeps a demon close by for protection. I'll need something to prove I came on your behalf."

She was graced with a smile, one that finally held some amusement. He took something small from his jacket pocket. "This is all the proof you need. And I do expect it back when you are done."

"What need do I have for a Pentecostal coin?" She turned it over a few times in her hand, impressed. Then coin, the vial and the stone went back into her clutch.

"Did my Father send you?" He suddenly asked.

That question took her back. "Heavens no. I'm simply a woman who wants to get in good with the Devil." She was sure he wasn't expecting that answer.

"You're not scared of me, are you?"

"Only the wicked have to fear you, those who have done something wrong. Not me."

"Smart woman."

She finally got to her feet and reached out to touch him. Lucifer just sat there as she fixed his shirt and tie. "There, back to your normal self." She took a step back and met his eyes. "You are in capable hands, Lucifer."

"I do hope so. And as a side note, you look stunning in green."

She walked back into Lux the following night, prize in hand. Her eyes scanned the room, was he waiting for her?

"Do you have what I want?" Came a voice behind her.

It took every ounce of self-control not to jump. She turned around with a smile on her face. "Of course I do. Do you want to do this here or elsewhere?"

Lucifer considered the options then offered her his arm. She took it and they took the elevator to the penthouse, high above the noise of the club.

The door opened and she saw a fully stocked bar. But what got her excited was the large packed bookcase.

"The item we discussed." Lucifer held out his hand to her.

"Where's my pleasant conversation?" There was a hint of a joke in her voice.

"Business first, pleasantries later." He wasn't fooling around.

She nodded as she pulled herself up to sit on the bar. She wanted to be closer to eye level with him. She reached into the neckline of her dress and pulled out the small vial.

Lucifer took it and something changed in his face. "Oh, the punishments I have planned for you." He spoke to it. "Do you want to watch?" That question was directed at the woman sitting on the bar.

She didn't answer.

He turned to her and saw her shake her head. She was very good at keeping her emotions under wraps.

"I can always deal with him later. I have all the time in the world." Lucifer placed the vial in a box and joined her at the bar. "What can I get you?"

"A shot of jack." She told him.

"You just keep surprising me, not many people can do that." He poured two shots, handed one to her and kept one for himself. He then walked around to stand next to her.

"Here's to not judging a book by its cover." She lifted the glass to her lips and tilted her head back. Lucifer watched then followed suit. "And you are nothing like I imagined."

"How so?"

"You're the Devil. Where's the horns, the tail, the pitchfork? Instead there's a man in a three-piece suit standing next to me."

"I don't have horns, never did, the same goes for the pitchfork. As for the tail, there might be some truth to that one." He smiled at her.

The meaning did not go over her head. She looked away, if there was one quality she could say she had, it was patience.

"One more item of business, I need my coin back." Lucifer said.

"I gave it back already, check your back pocket."

He looked at her confused but did reach into his pocket. Surprisingly he pulled out his coin. "How? That was impressive. And the stone, where is that?"

"The Philosopher's Stone is back with the rest of my collection which consists of a piece of the rock from Christ's tomb, a piece of Thor's hammer, and a piece of the stone that held the sword."

"Fascinating. How did you get into this line of work?" He asked.

"I like learning, I like old things. Behind every myth, legend and religion, there is a grain of truth. I want to know how much."

"You do strike me as the sort of woman who always gets exactly what she wants." He observed.

She grinned at him. "Yes, I do get what I want." She took the bottle and refilled her glass. She quickly downed her second shot then her eyes zeroed in on his lips.

"Go ahead, take what you want." He encouraged her.

Without another word, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him close. The kisses were deep and the feeling went right down to her soul.

He pulled back. "You didn't take my advice."

Her eyes sparkled mischievously. She pulled the dress's front zipper down a bit. "I remembered the green."

He encircled his arms around her, picking her up off the bar. Her leg wrapped almost instinctively around his waist.

Thank God for Julius McDowell.

Hours later, her eyes fluttered open. A sigh escaped her lips, there was only one way to describe how she felt: sore. But it was a good kind of sore. She looked over, Lucifer still had his eyes closed. He looked so different, his features were softer.

She had to leave without disturbing him. Carefully she sat up, and climbed out of bed, pulling on her clothes.

"Leaving already?" Came a groggy voice.

She smiled to herself. "It's nothing personal, just good business."

"Right."

But she had enjoyed herself and if the situation called for it again, she wouldn't say no. "Next time someone double crosses you, look me up."

He chuckled. "Doubtful that will ever happen again. But if you ever want some pleasant conversation, you know where to find me." His hand found hers.

One more kiss then she was out of there. That's what she told herself. And she did listen, this time.

Yes, she doesn't use a name, yet. She can't stay away from Lucifer, he's like drugs after all. Honestly, this story started off as a "Sleepy Hallow" one shot. Yeah, plans changed, a lot.

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