THE DEVIL MADE ME DO IT

The man was bored out of his mind. He sat by the window in the dimly lit diner totally ignoring the constant ringing of the bell as customers dashed in and out of the building. In his gloved hand, he nursed a cup of expensive whiskey, but he was not interested in drinking it. It tasted bland to him, as did all other human food.

Though he stared out the window, he wasn't looking at the pedestrians cross the road nor the fancy cars that drove its owners to their various destinations. He was not even paying attention to the single monarch butterfly that had been fluttering around the window for a while now as though it was seeking a way in. None of those mattered to him as he was lost in his thoughts. He was bored out of his mind and he hated it.

Unbelievable as it sounds, he had just helped a teenager capture a rather dangerously obsessed lover who murdered students in the name of love. It was laughable to think about. He helped catch a murderer. Who would have thought? He was sure the Angels in Heaven were having a laugh at the interesting turn of events.

How couldn't he help her though? The corner of his lips quirked up ever so slightly as he thought of her friendly and incredibly naïve green eyes, long black curls and her poor taste in fashion. What he was most fond of though was her smile. He loved the way his young niece would look up at him and smile as though he hadn't done horrible things. She had the smile that could warm the heart of the Devil... And it did.

"She's thinking of you too, you know?" The man heard his brother's voice beside him, but he didn't react. He knew when his brother walked in though. Yes, he wasn't paying attention, but he could hear every sound and smell every scent in the small room.

The man could hear the various mindless conversations being had, he could hear every heartbeat, every flutter of the eyelids, every bite of food taken... Nothing ever escaped his superior senses.

He could hear a young man gasp as his lover pulled out a ring and went down on one knee. He could hear the silent sniffles of a woman who was just dumped by her boyfriend of four years. He could hear the erratic heartbeat of a man who was anxiously waiting for his date. Humans and their pointless activities. He found it incredibly uninteresting.

After long minutes of silence, the man blinked and caught his reflection in the glass of the window. While he looked weary, he looked attractive. He had chosen to appear as a young man in his late twenties decked in a white suit with matching white gloves. He had silver coloured straight hair that was combed back so his perfectly structured face was in full view.

He turned unbelievably bright golden eyes to his brother as he set down his glass of whiskey onto the coaster. His brother was smiling. Of course, he was. He was always happy and the man could never figure out why or how.

"You know you can visit her if you want to. It'll certainly make her happy." His brother reminded him, but he shook his head.

"I gave Michael my word to stay away from her." It was an excuse. A very poor one at that and his brother chuckled, amusement twinkling in his very eyes that resembled life itself. Well, it is life.

The sound caught the attention of humans in the building and the turned to regard the very unusual but very alluring pair. One with sun-kissed skin, dressed in only white and the other with rich dark skin and flowing brown hair, dressed in a brown garment that didn't match their current century.

"An issue which has been solved by the girl herself. She wants you around, and you know she will have me fly her to you if you don't show up soon."

The man picked up his glass again, but it wasn't because he wanted a drink. He just wanted something to do with his hands. She wanted him around. She had picked an argument with Michael just to have her way. He wanted to be around her also, but he also felt like he had to stay away from her.

She was so pure, so good and kind to everyone. She had been through a lot, but she never let her pain define her. She instead picked herself up every time life threw some madness at her, and carried on with a smile on her face. He wasn't like her though. He had caused the death of some of his siblings when he attempted to kill his father, and he wasn't remorseful. He would kill his father if he was given another chance.

"What do you reckon I do, Raph?" He sought his brother's – Raphael – advice for what seemed like the first time. He wasn't usually one to care about the opinions of others. Perhaps her goodness was rubbing off on him? Making him a nice person? He couldn't imagine it.

Raphael smiled and placed a palm on his brother's shoulder. Raphael had a youthful face and the most loveable voice. Though the man would never admit it, Raphael was his favourite sibling. Though he hated physical contact, he did nothing to remove Raph's hand from his body.

"Go see her, Lu. She's family and you care about her as much as she cares about you. It'll break her heart of you walked away from her life. Moreover, Cherry's mothers have demanded the whole bunch get therapy. Including you and Michael."

The man scoffed. Of course, Mrs. Swift thought he was a teenager she could offer motherly advice to. However, she was nice to his niece, and that was what was important to him.

"I will not see any human to psycho-evaluate me," he told his brother who passed him a knowing smile.

"Of course! I have offered to pose as a therapist. I after all have all the knowledge of psychology. I will be conducting group therapy on Sunday. You better be there, Lu."

"How did she manage to rope Michael into therapy?" The man was intrigued, but before Raphael could offer an explanation, something else caught his attention.

For the first time since he arrived at the diner, he looked around. All the tables were filled and there were multiple waiters and waitresses walking around; taking orders and serving people with their meals. The ma n was not interested in any of that though.

His eyes finally zeroed in on the family at the far end of the diner. Far away from him, so they couldn't see him perusing them, but he could see them clearly. He could also hear them. It was a couple and their daughter, a girl. She couldn't be more than seventeen. The man could tell immediately that the family was rich, but more than that, they were trying to impress the girl.

One of her fathers was a tall and buff man who looked like he visited the gym way more than he should have. He had low cropped hair and his short-sleeves allowed his tattooed shoulders to be seen clearly. The other man was shorter and slim. He looked more professional. Probably the bread-winner in the family. He wore a navy-blue suit and his skin was pale as though he rarely saw the sun. They were both talking to the girl who was paying them no attention.

She chewed obnoxiously on a piece of gum as she typed on her new iPhone. The couple was scolding her, but the man didn't care about that. What he cared about was her reason for vandalism.

"Ignore her, Lu," Raphael pleaded. He heard what his brother did too, and he knew his brother was bored. "She's not Bells. Bells is right there waiting for you."

"You're right about her not being Bells." The man answered without taking his eyes off the girl. She was tall and slender with hollow cheeks and prominent collar bones. She was at the brink of malnutrition. She was just recently adopted; the man could tell. She was acting out, being a rebel, but the man knew she had no true guts. She was just afraid of being abandoned. "Bells has more courage than that filthy liar."

"She's just a child with lots of trauma."

"That doesn't give her the right to lie with my name," the man argued and Raphael blew out air from his mouth in exhaustion. He loved his brother dearly, but he had to be the most stubborn being in the universe.

"I know what you're thinking, but don't! You're not to reveal yourself to humans, Lucifer!" Raphael warned, but the Devil was not paying attention anymore.

Lucifer dropped his glass and with poise and majesty, he stood and made his way across the diner and over to where the couple was having lunch with their recently adopted daughter. Raphael didn't want to watch the madness, so he shook his head and left the building. There was just no stopping the Devil. He wondered how Bells was able to handle him.

The smaller man in a suit looked up when he felt a figure loom over their table.

"We don't need any-" He immediately stopped talking when he discovered it was not a waiter who approached their table. He stared at the strange boy with a discerning frown, but Lucifer only grinned widely at him.

"Who are you?" He asked. By now, his spouse was also looking at the Devil with a confused frown. To the couple, Lucifer was a young boy – a teenager. He had golden hair that fell across his forehead, almost covering his brows and the most striking violet eyes. He had pale skin and was lean and tall with the most charming smile.

"Oh, you don't know me. I'm here for Amanda. You must be Mr. and Mr. Price."

At the mention of her name, Amanda looked up from her device and stared at the Devil for the first time. She wanted to ask who he was, but the question died on her lips when her eyes met with his.

"If it's okay by you, I'll like to steal Amanda for just a moment."

They were all charmed by him. Of course! He didn't expect otherwise.

They started to talk, but he was not interested in what they had to say. He stretched a gloved palm out to Amanda and hesitantly, she placed her hand in his and allowed him to help her to her feet. He hated the physical contact, but he did not utter a word of complaint, neither did his smile drop.

The girl dropped her phone and followed the Devil out of the diner. Lucifer didn't say a word, not until they were leaning against his car; a white Lamborghini which made the girl widen her eyes in admiration and approval. He could tell she was vain. She liked riches. She was nothing like Bells.

"I don't think it's possible for me to have forgotten someone as attractive as you," she told Lucifer and he rolled his eyes at her poor attempt at flirting. He eyed the girl. Her blond hair was obviously fake and her face was caked in makeup. Her perfume smelled like Coco Chanel. She was dressed in a low V-neck satin black dress that clung to her body and only made it more obvious that she was malnourished.

To Lucifer, she reeked of desperation. She wanted to be noticed so bad. She wanted to be seen. She wanted to be loved.

"You don't know me." His smile dropped and Amanda frowned in confusion. A finger lazily twirled a lock of hair and she bit her lower-lip, but there was no seducing the Devil. He didn't think she was attractive. He didn't like her big doe blue eyes nor her well-structured nose. He didn't like anything about the child.

"Oh!" She giggled. "Let's change that then?" She winked at him.

"Sure. My name is Lucifer, and I want to know why you think I, the Devil made you vandalize school property."

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I was bored and missing Sam, so I decided to write a little something. 

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