Malachi couldn't contain the resentment he feels. his enhanced sense of hearing noticing sounds of voices, from in an aeroplane hanger. One notably belonging to his mom. Lucifer refrains his son, in doing an action which could have their position be compromised, and seen, touching below his right bicep.

" why are you stopping me, dad? We can take Malcom, two against one. mom is in danger." he chose to speak, below a whisper. " we are celestials, He is just a mortal."

The conniving devil reveals a paper folded in as a formation of a plane, having a red permanent marker smiling face. Little horns drawn precise on the top. Malachi internally pants a laugh. but he brushes it away, his mother still needed his and his father's help.

" I don't want for this low life of a man knowing you are here. detective- your mother spoke of the little cretin being taken, by Graham. Go find her, be out of sight."

Lucifer motions, using his finger in a circle, to behind three light blue shaded helicopters.

" and  silent."

It was enticing to not listen to his father, wanting in to take matters in his own accord and have the life of the corrupted cop. He was never one for violence, despite it being a different plight of situation. The safety of trixie veiled his choice. Each second Malcom Graham spoke, a crazed and deranging timbre in how he was talking, having a pistol aim to shoot his mother, made his emotions amplify.

The formed piece of parchment guides in the air, gliding in a light whoosh over Malcom's eyes. It goes in a miniature loop before placing it self down before his feet. Malachi hears the retreating shuffling of shoes, he figures his mom had ran.

" is this really what you did with your second chance of life? oh Deary me, Malcom. that is truely pathetic on your behalf, do you not think? Hmm." Lucifer begins speaking, hands press in his suit pants. He was having too much fun. noticing how the man, which tried in characterising and framing him as a murderer, became agitated; neurotic.

" Lucifer. Hey, Buddy. long time no frame. Though that didn't stick to well, now, didn't it? Now I guess i need to find a permanent solution." Malcom, through the gapes in his teeth gave a fraught smile of tension, pistol placed and aimed to Lucifer.

The devil is casual in his strides, palm facing open in meaning of wanting the gun. " hand the gun over, now, Malcom. this can all be over, and done with." Chloe focuses breathing in then out, her heart is erratic. her mind she was cursing Lucifer for trailing and following, giving a faint, abrupt gasp of air to a feeling of a hand touching her shoulder blade. " it is just me, mom. Just me."her relief begins visibly showing, taking Malachi into her embrace. how she was animated in having her son back.

He shapes his body into his mother's arms.

" you are seriously going cause your mother to grow grey hairs, at a exhilarating rate. that I will be very old looking when I am not even at the age of forty five. I told you to not follow, honey." Chloe, using a lower undertone to talk, grazes her thumb on the place of his cheekbone. a small bruise was healing.

" you have been in trouble, have you. I thought our little talk, of not causing me worry, was made understood. And you would listen, but I suppose you get that trait from your father. don't you." she chuckles. Malachi could count on his mom to joke in life or death cases, a trait her subconscious learnt.

whispering begins forming in his mind, a formidable force of peril becomes him then both eyes are shrouded, cover by a haze.

Entering a trance, an image of his father facing the hangers ceiling, blooding forming from a wound, being shot. Lying horizontal, his breathing laboured as the pain of his injury was tolling his indestructible body.

Malcom had shot him, he was dying.

Chloe knits her eyebrows, at her son.

" Honey, Malachi. Hey, is everything okay."

There was no time for a reaction, he was so fast. the next second she watches her baby boy run in unfathomable speed, not once she blink her eyes. both are wide only to increase in proportion, a fright and horror settling when Lucifer is pushed out of the spot he stood.

the gun is shot, penetrating in Malachi's abdomen.

" And who you might just be? Oh. Oh, how could I not have recognise you. Deckers older kid, what is your face again. Mal? Mala-chi. Malachi, that is right. I am sorry you got shot, that was meant for my buddy here."

Lucifer hadn't felt the registering of his son being shot. He seethes, an anger bubbling in the deepest part of his mind coming forward and a shout of rage leaves his throat. Chloe gave a distressed scream, of shock.

" Malachi!"

" you shot my son! Your grievance was with I, not him. You are going to be sent straight to the darkest corner of hell, and have which of your soul is remaining to be tortured. you will be punished, greatly. Kai!"

Kai losses his balance, the adrenaline wearing and fading, pressurising the wound. He couldn't take the pain, tumbling to the tiled flooring of the aircraft storage space.

" why would you do that, you silly boy." Lucifer clasps his sons body not caring for the blood, exuding out of the bullet hole.

" i-I saw him, using the trigger and firing the gun. I did, d-dad, in here. my mind." Malachi brings one blood encrusted finger, to the place over his ear. The wound was torrid and searing. uncovering, showing his bare blood staining layering of skin, Lucifer cauterises the entrance. He retracts the said motion, eyes wide, staring at how his son's skin is healing. His skin stitching and fusing back together.

Malcom rolls his neck, the bones creaking.

" you should have just allow me to kill your daddy, boy. There was no need for you to intervene." With that He leaves, tauntingly waving his gun.

The pain was beginning to overbear his senses. a lone tear falls down, on the material of Lucifers suit. " dad, Why does it hurt. I thought we were never meant to feel pain? " Malachi heart starts erratically pumping. this pain, It was different then to James bite. He convulses, the wound was healing a staggering slow time. " I don't think I can stay awake."

" no no! Please. Don't fall asleep, son. Son! No no."

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LUCIFER POINT OF VIEW

" I don't know if this part of the plan, dad. Or if, if you can hear me. If you are up there, listening, watching. Please, dad! I can't, I cannot lose him. My son! Your, Your grandson! He needs help." This had to be a cruel prank my dear old father was conveying, in a way to play with me. It is not at amusing.

'This wasn't suppose to happen, my son' the questioning i am doing mentally as to why he is here, back in Los Angeles, could wait.

'When I get a hold of you, Graham. You would have wish to stay dead.'

" I will be the son, you always wanted me to be. Do as you ask, and please. Where you wish me to be, only I ask for in exchange; return." I sweep the back of my hand over Malachis hair, " to not let my son die. Protect Chloe, the mother to our son. She would never forgive me, if he doesn't awake."

Realization befalls my being at not hearing my son breathing. I gave a minor touch to Malachi, is body weight feeling slight of the heavy.

" Malachi. Mal.. Malachi! No please. Dad! Give me back my son! It is not his time." I cry, eyes glowering in a wrath of fury.

'You are going die. Once and for all, Malcolm Graham.'

-

There was no more need of having concern, to that corrupted after thought of a man no longer. the detective shooting him thrice. all three bullets in the chest, straight into the major arteries. Now, I only cared for my son to wake. His heart had started, on the drive to the penthouse. being a hospital visit would never adequate in healing an Angel. 'Dads name they would be in quite the shock'

Dear old amendiel, the brother of mine, was just awaking from being mortally wounded. with the help of Malcom impaling my ever loved brother using mazes blade.

" I don't know if you could sense him. but, your nephew is here. Our old friend, who is no more longer, decided he wanted to have a second early death and shot him. I wish the detective did not have a happy trigger finger, and shoot him, before I could give him a personal hell send off." The whisky glass splinters, a miniature break appears. " Now he is old news. Dealt with."

Amenadiel swivelled his neck around to linger his eyes on his nephews sleeping figure. His heart remains steady pasting.

" where is maze?" is the first question to come out, I gave my brother a coltish scoff. " So the near end of your nephews life, is not the first main reason to concern about? And I do not know. it was perhaps your snoring, drove her to be away."

He kneads the skin of his forehead. " I do care, Lucifer. Today, being quite the eventful one I couldn't image myself in. Now my nephew is here; maze told of him coming back home because of a deceiving cold one vampire luring him in a ruse."

Exhaling, keenly, of being reminded of my brother and his information to a vampire being my son found soul mate.

'If this day couldn't be more profound.' my head, including Amenadiels, turns in synchronisation to a groan. Malachi was waking.

" did I seriously die again? For a second time? In under twenty four hours. are you being serious, right now." He drones extending the last syllable. I stride towards the steps, then pause observing of how the colour of my sons eyes change. A vermillion red, the corneas scarlet. Changing to and from his human blue.

'It has happen. The changing I would have expected to only begin on the day of his eighteenth.'

This was the start of who he truely will become.

-

The arrival back was consisting of Bella slapping Malachi on the chest, lecturing her best of friend— brother, on to never leave her again like he did. Even having to say she was going to find the means of spending money on buying a one way flight from forks to California.

prom was the next day, of importance, for it would be Malachi's first. Not having one leaving his school before he could.

Using his hand to straighten down the crease in his Giorgio Armani suit custom gifted and curated to fit for him, as a prom gift from his father, Malachi draws in a breath.

He could smell Edward, very clear.

" Kai, kai! Can you help put the hook under the clip for my necklace. Oh you look handsome! I am taking the suit is one of your dads." Bella bounces on her heels, a grace in her steps, moving her curled locks of chestnut hair to one shoulder. " sure belle, come here."

" Dad has asked me to give you this." in a translucent container, a small grey and white corsage of flowers is visible. For Malachi to wear, " He got us to match. I chose the colour." Bella had a radiant smile, staring with nothing but veneration; of love. She turns on the place, she stood, clutching her arms tight as she could to him.

" never leave like that again, you scared me." she could only mutter.

" i apologize, bee. It will not happen again."

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MALACHI POINT OF VIEW

Recovering and coming back from being dead, shot in the place where it wound have indefinitely killed me, was not an everyday occurrence. Then attend prom, a dance for adolescent teenage boys and girls to entertain one-self with tantalising moves of gyration; maturity, next day over was not normal.

'I like to think I am just built dissimilarly to my peers. Then again, it's true. Not everyone is and has fucking Angel and demon blood.'

I was seated on a half, sanded down, trunk bench. waiting for Edward to find a space and place to put his car in, Bella had chosen to enter the inn hosting our prom. Meeting with Ang and Jessica, had no problem with being alone to linger. " Malachi, hi."

'Jacob? What is he doing here?' " Jake. hey, there, what brings you all the way from the nice comfort of the reservation." I adjust the way I sit, now having my legs pointing to him.

" you look quite, good looking. In that suit. Wash up quite nice. Is it okay if I...?" He, being polite, gestures with a hand to the place beside where I sat. I wasn't going to say no, it would be discourteous of me. I nod a 'yes'. Jacob briefly cases the area, using the top of his pointing finger to scrape exfoliated drying skin on the corner to his nose.

" Did you come here hoping to crash the prom. Or are you with a date, who you bailed on, to meet me? That would be a little rude. Don't you think, now, Jake?" I chortle; amused.

He gave the same laugh, " No. n-no date. Actually it was my dad, he paid me to come talk to you. twenty bucks. Concerning about you and your boyfriend."

My amusement goes, now more earnest feel replacing the previous.

" just don't get mad, okay? Just relaying the pieces of information he informed me with, to repeat. He wants you.. to break up him. It is just, he said, quote, we'll be watching you. And, I am not positive what he means with these next ones. But he also spoke of knowing who you are, as a person. That your secret is safe. Which is very strange in hearing because you are entirely human and acts as though you are not."

The possibility of Billy knowing of my heritage couldn't be feasible; impossible. The last we talk, he did not lead on to know.

" tell him thank you for the concern." I gave an aghast smile; from surprise. " and he needs to not just give you twenty dollars." My hand directly goes over the place I was still healing, needing to stand as to not apply more force. " here, let me help."

An electrical current, at the simplest of touch he gave to my elbow, has my arm disavow and deter away in bewilderment. 'What in the heaven and hell was that' I push down the shock, going to thank Jacob.

Edward appears, " he is okay from here, thanks." He spoke; brash. Jake settles a glare, " I will see and talk later, with you. Kai. Have a nice time at prom." His glare softens, changing to a glimmer of a grin, stalking back to the path he came.

" I leave you for two minutes and already the wolves descend."

If only only I knew just how my life was going change. much different then i could imagine, Going on from here.

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The first movie is completed. ✔️

We have reached nearing ten thousand reads. And the book is not even half finished, I can not even to begin thanking you readers, my friends, for supporting this story. Be prepared, I have some quite the nice surprises figured for the continuing movies.