{Paige's POV}— I slowly opened my eyes and groaned as I sat up.

I looked around and groaned as I held my head. I suddenly became aware that I was on my bed and I certainly didn't remember getting in it.

Hades whimpered at me and I saw him and the others. They looked equally nervous as I was.

Then my heart skipped a beat when I heard a clatter in my kitchen. I grabbed my gun off the nightstand and slowly climbed out of my bed and started walking out of my room.

Silently taking a deep breath, I steadied myself before I jumped out and aimed my gun at... the same man who had been standing outside of my apartment.

He looked at me and smiled, "hello, my dear."

I narrowed my eyes, "who the hell are you? And why are you in my apartment?"

He set down a cup of whiskey on the counter, not at all bothered by the tone of my voice.

"I told you before," he said, leaning against the counter. I stared at him, bewildered and irritated.

"Yeah, I doubt that you're actually the Devil," I huffed, "you must be crazy. Or high at least."

He huffed, sounding more amused than annoyed, "I can assure you, I'm neither of those. My name is Lucifer. And I'm the Devil."

I stared at him like he grew a second head.

He didn't seem to be lying.

He chuckled again and walked around the counter. I stepped back, never lowering my gun.

"If you want proof so badly, my dear," he said as he stood in the center of the room. He opened his arms like he was about to silently ask for a hug.

Before I could say anything, I jumped when a pair of pure black wings unfolded from his back.

I stared at them, my lips moving but no words came out. There... there was no way. This couldn't have been real.

"No... those... those can't be real," I said with a nervous laugh. Lucifer chuckled softly, "you are looking at a Fallen Angel, my dear Paige." His wings disappeared into his back.

My heart stuttered and I stepped back, my hands shaking. I never told him my name.

I stepped back until my back met the counter and I set my gun down.

"You... you are the Devil," I said, remembering what he had told me when he broke into my apartment. I blinked a few times before I glared up at him.

"You broke into my apartment!" I exclaimed angrily. He laughed softly, "well how else was I supposed to see you?"

"Me?" I demanded, "why the Hell would you wanna see me?! I'm a nobody!"

"On the contrary, my dear, you're the only one who can... help me with something," he said.

I frown, crossing my arms. "What could you possibly need my help with? You're the Devil. Why would I help you?"

He gave me a blank look.

"You don't believe in my Father," he stated as if that was the most accurate thing in the world. I frowned, crossing my arms.

"Almost anyone wouldn't believe in your Father," I huffed. Lucifer almost rolled his eyes, "true but He's been watching you in particular."

I step back as I was caught off guard by that. God had been watching... me?

"What are you talking about?" I asked. Lucifer watched me, his eyes skimming over me.

"You're the daughter of Latosha McHenry and Marcus Kendrick, aren't you?" He asked. I held back a flinch as I stared at him for a moment. I nodded slightly.

"Well... God has been watching you for... particular reasons," he said, walking over to me but I didn't flinch or move out of his way.

"But there's also been another problem," he said, "Demons are running amok in the middle Plane. And Angels are hunting them."

I frowned. I didn't want to believe that. I look away. Lucifer tilted his head a bit as he watched me.

I looked up at him. "Do you honestly expect me to believe-" My phone buzzed and I pulled it out of my pocket.

George was calling me. I frowned and I answered it, "what is it, George?"

"Have you seen the news?" He asked so urgently that it surprised me. I turned on the news and my eyes widened.

"In the middle of the stormy morning, a murder has occurred right outside of Los Angeles' St. Vincent de Paul Roman Catholic church. One of the young pastors, Ben Greenberg, was stabbed twelve times by a masked figure. Police are searching relentlessly."

I stared at the tv in shock.

"Paige?" George said and I blinked before I looked at the phone. I pressed it against my ear, "I'll be right there."

With that, I hung up and stared at the news. I tensed up when Lucifer placed his hands on my shoulders and leaned down to me, his lips brushing against my earlobe.

I moved my head away, hissing a little.

"Believe me now?" He asked. I glared at him before I pushed him away.

"That doesn't answer my questions," I huffed. "Whatever questions you have, I will happily answer," he chirped nonchalantly.

Frowning, I put my gun in it's holster and grabbed my jacket as I walked to the door. I paused and glared at Lucifer, "you are not going to follow me to a crime scene. Stay here."

He raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. I walked out of my apartment, closing the door behind me and locking it.

Hopefully he would actually listen to me. I almost laughed at the thought. The Devil listening to a mere human. That was laughable.

I climbed into my car and started it. Once I backed out of the parking lot, I started driving away from the apartment complex.

♱

{Lucifer's POV}— I watched as she drove away. I chuckled, a smirk appearing on my lips.

It was adorable how she thought I would listen to her.

I was the Devil. Prince of Hell and stronger than the other Demons. I glanced at the picture on the wall.

It was of her and her parents.

I hummed deeply as I stared at it with morbid curiosity. I chuckled softly but my smile fell when there was a fwoosh.

I growled softly, "hello to you too... Michael."

Michael narrowed his eyes at me, "what are you planning here?"

I turned to him, my eyes narrowing. Typical Angels; always wanting to ask questions first then fight later. Usually, it was the other way around.

"I don't know what you mean," I said calmly. Michael crossed his arms, "don't play dumb with me, Lucifer. You are playing with fire here. You weren't supposed to meet her."

I couldn't help but chuckle darkly. "Don't you remember, brother?"

I stepped closer and placed my hand on Michael's shoulder. "Our Father always has plans."

I walked past him and over to the door. "Now... if you'll excuse me... I have a little policewoman to watch over."

With that said, I walked out of the apartment, closing the door behind me.

I stood outside the door, glaring at the ground. My fists clenched tightly.

I didn't care about God's plans. As far as I was concerned, He could take those plans and shove them where the sun didn't shine.

I huffed but smirked.

I had my own plans to make.

And it involved a certain policewoman.

♱

{Paige's POV}— I drove into an empty spot next to George's car and I saw a crowd of people. There was even a news reporter and a cameraman. George and two other Policewomen were keeping them at bay.

I stepped out of the car and walked over to Victor Newton and Agnes Graves.

"How special was this guy anyway?" Agmes huffed.
Victor gave her a look, "he was a pastor. Remember when George brought him in last week?"

"Yeah," I said as I squatted down next to the blanket that was covering Ben's body.

"He was on drugs," Victor explained, "but chose to change his life. Lost his wife and unborn child in a car crash a few months back."

I frowned and lifted the blanket. Ben's empty and lifeless eyes met mine and I almost flinched back, quickly lowering the blanket.

Agnes gave me a concerned glance. I took a deep breath as I stood up. I looked at her and Victor, "any clues?"

"Ethan and Moe found a stack of papers that had drawings of Satanic stuff," Agnes said. I nodded and walked over to Ethan Matthews and Moe Newton, Victor's second brother. They were in the forensics department.

"Hey, boys," I greeted. "Hey Paigey," Moe said as he inspected the bloodied footprints on the ground.

"What do we got?" I asked. "Murder victim was apparently stabbed once in the abdomen," Ethan explained and he pointed to a couple of blood splatters, "then the murderer flung the weapon around and stabbed his victim in the leg."

I blinked in surprise. It was no surprise I didn't see that but when you learn to meet the Forensics Scientists in the LAPD, you gotta know when they beat you to it.

"Who's that?" Moe asked and I looked over my shoulder and I felt my right eye twitch.

Lucifer was standing by George's car.

I look at the boys, forcing a nervous smile, "excuse me."

I slowly moved away before I ran over to Lucifer.

I grabbed his arm, surprising him. "What the fuck did I tell you?" I hissed.

He chuckled, "do you honestly think that I would listen to you, my dear?"

I growled softly, my grip tightening slightly. Lucifer's smirk widened. I let go of his arm.

"If you're going to be a distraction, do it at home," I huffed. Lucifer chuckled slightly before he looked over at the body.

I followed his gaze before I looked back at him with a frown, "what is it?"

"Believe it or not," he said with a tilt of his head, "I may know what killed that poor pastor."