Edward had come to know everything of being a vampire, a creature of the supernatural. He ever and only knew shape shifters, werewolves, learning of their extant existence when he was a new born moving to forks. He was there, making a treaty to keep peace in order to live a life of peace.

But when it came comprehending just what he was staring to, before him, he scarcely could understand as astonishment.

Wings. Malachi had wings, glamourise: beguiling. his facial features, is plaster in an intensifying hot red that materialises in a flame of fire. A ring of bright white in his irises, he stares glazed over as James body is burned. purple smoke had begun forming in the remnants, left behind of what now is gone. discarded by the woman, whose sharp edged knife had landed the final kill blow.

Now in a penthouse, above a night club and business honorifically owned by Malachi's father himself Lucifer, Edward in unease shifts the weight of his body under Mazikeens stare. Malachi was laying and facing to opposing wall of the room, in comatose.

" I know of your kind and who you are, cold one. Sorry, Edward."

Her serrated, edged, blade embeds in the wood of the stand beside her. " don't give me that look. Did you think I could not sense or smell when a bloodsucker was in the vicinity. The city? It's an repudiating smell. Rotting." She stands, swirling the second blade clockwise. the confining feel of being uncomfortable increases, for Edward.

listening to her circle the chair, he sat in, Mazikeen goes to eye level.

She scrutinises his expression, face, with a linger of repulsion. Maze promptly and quick, move her head hearing the exquisite gasp from Malachi. Edward goes to stand, a hand pushes him back down. " Kid. are you okay?"

A groan is her reply. " my head."

He began massaging the centre of his forehead, where the prefrontal cortex develops. electrical ripples effects form, every perception of sensory was felt and heightening. additional to before. It was physically felt. he arose, eyes focusing now on a stupefied Edward.

" Malachi. do you feel any difference? Given that wretched monstrosity bit you. The venom should be disintegrated, now."

Ever slow the disorientation leaves his mind, now realising where he sat. On his fathers satin red bed quilt, " dad. I am at dad's. wait, I would have thought being bitten, I would have no conscious of pain, from my high tolerance. But I could feel feel everything. It hurt like a bitch." He touches his neck, the puncture holes cease visibility. now faded in his skin.

" I don't think I can provide an answer, kid. Not the right demon, I am no encyclopaedia when it comes to angel anatomy. I am an expert on pain, though."

Deciding to speak, Edward fakes a cough. " I would like to have a conversation, alone. with Malachi, if you may allow. Please." He wanted time, alone and only the two, in talking and reference of what his discovery. to understand; verifiably. There was no fear, only inquisition.

Maze considers this, not putting her full trust in the boy. " I am not leaving this floor, I don't have trust in you. I will be at bar." She removes the blade, treading over to inbuilt home alcohol bar. Malachi stands, still having a hand resting on his cranium. the crown of his head. " let's talk, on the balcony."

Malachi P.O.V

It was in good fortune the night had arrived, there was no need for concern Edward's skin would sparkle. The railing is cool, wintry to touch as my legs rest and support the weight of my body. Car horns and police sirens come from the city streets further in distance. There is no thought of talking, as the silence grows thicker.

" you know in the field, when James went to attack, his thoughts were very loud. Clear. stating he would not stop to have the blood of the angel. his words were puzzling. only, now I understand the implication."

I stare, fixating on the aeroplane in flight to a destination I could only wonder where. " I didn't mean for the secrecy to go on, until now. being an Angel is not exactly a reality those would accept, easily. You have to understand."

His fingers subtly encase mine, not speaking. Allowing me to continue in talking, " Bella knows. I had to tell her, first, Edward. only she already knew of my identity, being who I am." my eyes began tingling sensing tears were forming. Each and every fervour of feeling externally leaving my mind. it felt ten over more, each emotion consecutively enhanced.

'My emotions. They feel stronger then previously.'

" I understand, Malachi. Please don't be troubled, upset." Edward steps towards me, putting both arms around my body. I inhale the invigorate smell of his blouse. " now I know this information, it means I can appreciate you. more then I ever." He leaves miniature trails of kisses on my collarbone, which causes the size of my eyes to widen.

re-directing his face, i look over to where my aunt maze watches us with a hard set stare. on Edward.

" Don't allow me to stop you from getting action, nephew. I do much prefer if your first time wasn't with a bloodsucker. But, who I am to choose for you." Mortifying. That is the only word to feel and say, with her choice of sentencing. This entire exchange. She throws her head in a cackle, uncrossing her legs.

" oh, Lucifer will have the time of his eternal life when he hears of this. speaking of your father, he would love to hear of this. Your little undead boyfriend."

Knowing my fathers endeavours, and choices of the questioning type, he will be accepting. Or unleash the holy fire of anger he has, finding out what Edward is. The latter I did not wish to witness. I shake my head, from those mental pictures.

" oh, kid. I forgot to mention, a lot has reoriented since you last were here. It is bad, for your father." a disquietude of worry enters my thoughts. what happen? " what is this concerning my dad, aunt maze?" I question, wanting a further explanatory answer.

She stares, unassertive and showing diffidence in giving a response when Edward is still here. listening.

" it's okay, i will leave. it is clear, this is a matter of interest and personal family condition which does not involve me. I will be at the hotel, if I am needed. okay, Malachi?" he places his lips, chastely, on the outlining of my eyebrow for a second long before he begins moving away. I then go behind, going to stand beside maze who held a brandy glass. The elevator closes, and Edward mouths 'I love you', I gave the same reply.

" I have to, admittedly, say. Nephew, he is a looker. A bloodsucker, but good looking. You did well finding him." Maze hands the strong liquor over, to me. " have a drink. I have much to tell you. Don't give me that look, you are going to need it."

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" when I find this Malcom man, he is going to wish he was in hell." My wings retract in to my spine, tingling disappearing, grounding my feet the pavement. I had flown to the police station, all but having hyper-Vigilance and indignation of anger towards the ex-cop causing strife for my family.

" for now, I just want to see Mom. Dad."

I begin walking into the station, from the back alley, only I hear two voices of familiarity from the parking spaces with a strain of both ears. 'that is mom and dad. What are they arguing now, for?' Certain to no human watching, my legs bend then push themselves up in a leap. I take a hold of the cinder barrier, scaling the edge. then I take cover behind a police SUV.

" Lucifer." there is a plead in my mothers voice. " you know, that phone call earlier wasn't as innocuous as you made it out to be, detective. Now, do you wish to tell and inform me what this is about?" My father pushes, wanting to know why my mom was in a rush as it sounds from.

I peer over, the side mirror.

There is a silence. Before my mother answers, apprehension in how she spoke, having a hand to stop my dad from using the radio scanner. " Malcom has trixie." 'What? That delusional, corrupted son of a bitch has my sister.' " If I get him his money, he'll let go of her."

" Right. Because if Malcom has establish anything, it's his trustworthiness." Dad scoffs. " what other choice do I have. Lucifer? he has my daughter!" Mom, resolute and firm, states.

I stand, from kneeling on the faded white outline of the park space. " you are not going alone, Mom. even if dad can't go, Malcom won't be expecting me."

Mom gasps, showing obvious uncertainty as to why I was here. " Malachi? Baby. What, how are you here? you are meant to be in Washington." dad, with perplexity, opens then puts his lips in a purse. " I am not even going to ask. Knowing the answer will probably be irrelevant to what is proceeding now."

I was not affronted by my fathers declaration. " we are going to talk after this, but not before saying I don't think that would be a safe choice. Malachi, I can't risk your life and hers. you will both be at stake of danger. I'm sorry."

I wasn't going to allow my mother to walk into this alone. " I am coming, with you. I can't let you face that asshole, without help. Please, mom." my hand goes around the strap to the duffle, she had with a tight grip. mom moves her head in a 'No' motion, " I-I can't. no."

" I agree with your mother, Son. You are not going. But on the topic of getting seriously injured. Do you plan for the both of you to be killed, then?" I was siding with my father, this account. He is dangerous, on the informing details my aunt maze gave.

My mom will need the help. " he needs this money to leave town. I won't give it to him until I know, and can see, she is safe."

" Mom, don't you think it would be a little of help, knowing you have a back up plan if things go wrong. you know I can fight." She persists, leaning from my reach putting a hand up, giving a silent plea.

" I don't want you risking your safety, Malachi. Malcom is a unpredictable man, that I don't wish for you to meet. I realise how dangerous, to you and your father, it appears. but I need to do this alone." my father and I share a glance of eloquence. Doing a internal agreement, to let her take charge. " you have to promise, you won't follow."

Mom walks off, allowing me to take a spot next to my dad that she stood in. his face had visually darken, a look of tenacity creeps in. " we are going to follow mom, are we?" I ask, knowing my father would never allow my mother to March into danger.

" yes, indeed we are. Son, and you can tell me why you are in L.A on the way there."

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Author note;

I added a little dialogue from the thirteenth and last episode of season one from Lucifer in this chapter. As you can see and read. I did want to add the last fifteen minutes but I decided no to, but will try next chapter. Prom is definitely going to be an addition, we can't exclude that scene. I know I have said there would parts of Lucifer meeting Edward, and there will be. in the next part.

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