There's a quote which says ' Blood is thicker than water'. That You can't choose your family. The definition of 'family' meant who you were into, your relatives such as a cousin or an aunt are the ones you can only call 'family'.

I found I disagree on the definition of who you could, or couldn't, call family. I recognise I'm privileged to have an aunt and an uncle who loves me.

I'm an orphaned girl whose mother was shot, killed, on sight of a job and had her father died passing away from his mortal wounds trying to save her. Late that faithful night in his sleep.

I don't remember a whole lot. I recalled my aunt Chloe telling her earlier memories, as a bed time story, of Charles. My adoptive step dad. I wished I got to know my birth mom, I was just eight years old, the age Trixie is. Too young to remember.

Malcolm's wife, Mel, had expressed her wishes for me to join her and a few others of her family members. In an effort to say a goodbye, for his final moments, before it was decided he'd be off life support.

I didn't feel it necessary to attend his memorial service. Setting aside the point in question of I simply didn't want to, with the knowledge that I do have, participate in an event I wasn't sure I am welcomed at. Considering the tantalising nature of events which happened with my aunt and Malcolm.

I hadn't confronted aunt Chloe, I hoped she'd come to me first and air every detail. I chosen a time of day I knew she would be home and it was now. I am correct.

Noticing spreadsheets to crime-scene photos spread on the carpet, in relation of the Palmetto case, I cleared out the cotton taste in my throat. " Oh! Ellie.. babe. I'd thought you'll be at school. W..What.. are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in third period?".

She, startled, spluttered her words.

" Student-free day."

I said, straightforward and to the point. Our school principal announced it was closing in on prom, we're days away from the night, and he had permitted us a rest day before final exams happen.

" Oh. In that case. I will put these back, I can look at it later. That way you and me we can do something. What're you thinking? Taco Bell? The arcade?"

My aunt babbled, piling those photographs together. It brought a faint smile to my lips listening to her plan an outing, for just the two of us. I needed to focus on the fact at hand here, though.

Perching beside my aunt and sitting crossed-legged, I stopped her. She's confused.

" did you.. did you know Malcolm is my dad?" Colour drained out from her face. It confirmed the fact for me.

" I figured you did."

" Elisabetta."

She got up, following me. As I was going to leave, out the door, My aunt made a grab for my arm. " You lied about who I am."

I abruptly said and turned to her.

" You are, and will always be, my daughter. Ellie! I made a promise, to your mother, I'd always put your safety as my first priority. Even if it included I had to lie, in order to keep you away from him. I did it for you. Please, El."

I tore my wrist from her grip. Frustrated tears building and threatening to fall, my world felt as though it's all one big false reality.

" I'm the daughter of a Murderer, Mom! What does that make me? The living and breathing reminder I share DNA with a man who's responsible for a whole heap of deaths."

I cried out shoving two fingers in my chest. My shoulders rack, I start feeling the all too well known sensation of my breathing starting to constrict. " How can I... I go on about my life knowing.. I.." I broke down and aunt Chloe huddled me in her comforting arms.

" Why did it have to be him."

She hushes me, running a hand through my hair. It reminded me of when I was younger, I would come home from school crying to her of how kids in the school yard were cruel. And I'd count on her, each time, to be there for me. My eyes began to sting from my tears.

" you will, I repeat, Never be your father. You hear?"

Aunt Chloe promised. Her hands cupped my face. It took everything in me to not disagree with her.

" You are so much more than you think, baby. I want you to see what I do. What uncle Dan and your little sister do too, as well." She kisses my forehead, in the centre of my eyes. Tears of her own in her eyes. " I'm sorry I wasn't honest." I wiped clean my cheeks of remaining moisture.

'I need space to think about all of this.'

I turn, making space and room to stand back.

" Hello. Oh Deary me, Ellie."

Lucifer, befuddled for an instant moment before regaining his usual self, puts both of his strong-grip hands on my arms.

" Were you.. were you just crying? What has gotten you all distressed, darling."

He asked, I registered his perplexed and disquieted use of tone.

" I can't.. I can't talk, Lucifer. I just need some time alone." Aunt Chloe, to my defence, spoke up.

" This is a family issue, Lucifer."

He grazes both eyes, an expression of question set in them. He still hadn't released me.

" I usually wouldn't care for feelings, of the personal kind. But you seem genuinely disturbed, Ellie."

I'd be lying if I said his pertain of worry, for me, isn't flattering. I just needed a breath of fresh air. I felt the walls of my house caving in. I rounded Lucifer, my legs aching to move, and I could sense him following. As aunt Chloe let me go out of the house. " Darling. I can't help if there is no communication. Isn't that what all relationships are 'bout, am I wrong? The key to a healthy partnership is to talk." I appreciated how easy Lucifer could make me wanna laugh. I leaned my arm on the blue porch foundation.

" Sex is also a key life component. That's on the table as well." He doesn't give up. Does he? My eyes automatically roll.

'That is a new update I feel like was added to my brain after we've met ands it's ridiculous.' He comically laughed. " I am saying, I'm here as your personal devilish sponge that'll soak up all your troubles. Much as I prefer to keep things strictly simple, on a surface level, I hate seeing those pretty eyes of yours shedding tears. So talk to me. Ellie."

My mouth parts open breathing out.

'Might as well tell him the truth. I can trust Lucifer with it.'

" Do you know how I told you how Malcolm... Malcolm Graham, that dirty cop, was shot and put in a coma? The palmetto case?" Goodness. I could feel the tears coming, again.

" well.. I'm his.. I'm his daughter, Lucifer. Aunt Chloe.. she knew and didn't tell me. Which I suppose was in the best interest for me and everyone else."

I could feel a considerable amount of weight, in my admission to Lucifer. He's mortified.

" That is the exact reaction I had." Fearing his look of distrust, any sane person would give, my eye's rip away to look at the eroding paint.

" how do I tell people I'm a murderer's kid?"

I sounded ridiculous spilling all of this to him. Insane. 'How could he possibly want anything to do with me now he knows.' He diligently swept my hair back, Locking his fingers behind my ear-lobes. Lucifer gazed endearingly into a small part of my eyes not fully focused.

" you're Ellie. You're more than your blood, darling. In no way am I the scientific type of devil nor do I have the knowledge. from where I stand, I can see the brightest of stars losing her light. I hate the sight of this burdening you, Elisabetta. It's killing me on the inside."

He admitted, pained.

" I'm all for punishments. But even this hurts."

Whenever there's a serious, sentimental, and emotional issue Lucifer finds a way to derail it by being him. I did a small fainted scoff before I closed the gap created and braced myself on his chest. He equivocates the action a gesture of surprise, out-of-character, not returning it straight off. Eventually he does. His arms have rested around my body falling into a naturalise state where it felt.. Normal. To hug him. 'This is nice.' I think. ' To think this is our first hug.'

" Much as I am enjoying this, and it not going to possibly lead to us doing the devils tango. It has just come to my mind as to why I'm here."

Of course. 'And it's ruined.' However Lucifer's arms didn't drop, as I looked up at him with an eyebrow arched. " I need your help. You know.. how my container was inelegantly stolen from me? Well If we are opened in our relationship with honesty, I didn't tell you the whole truth."

'Okay. What is it he missed out? Can't be bad.' I thought, his hands slink to my elbows. " Well. You going to tell me... or do I have to pry that out of you." I said, trying to not be bothered by how his touch was making me react. He sighs.

" My Angel wings." My breath hitched. Angel. Wings. It's all piecing together. 'That.. No.' My face strained in a forced smile. " Your wings?"

" Go on. Laugh it up. I know you want to."

He chuckled, knowing how it must sound. Honest to god if I was someone else I would've.

" No. it's.. it's just hearing you say Angel wings made me think of Victoria's Secret. Imagining you being on the runway. Now that.." I laughed, giggling at my own sense of humour.

" I believe you, Lucifer. I'll help. Just show me the way and I'll follow you. Always."

~•~

With help from my aunt, an APB was put out in hopes there would be a chance Lucifer could get his Angel wings again. It was a success.

The FBI had gotten the lead on them.

Agent Pitts, an executive and senior representative for the FBI, came out of the bakery an order of coffee in hand. On aunt Chloe's electronic tablet were a pair of beautiful, pure-white, wings.

" There's anything else you or those at the office can tell Lucifer, and I? That can help?"

I ask, gravel on the rough ground crunching.

" The wings, And along with a bunch of other crap people think is real, are being pawned off at a black market antiquities action." Auction to the highest bidder. Have people no shame. I put a hand on Lucifers arm.

" An auction?"

He disbelieving exclaimed. Offended.

" yep. Held under the veil of a charity event at crimson hall. That is what I heard."

Pitts said, grimacing at the thought. I did too. The black market and all it stood for should be abolished.

" Saints teeth. Holy napkins? Oh, a piece of the cross? They've got my wings in an absurdly fraudulent company." Lucifer scoffed, zooming in on the wings attention to details. " they put my wings on the block. Like they are just some Chintzy accoutrement." I hadn't a clue how I could comfort him, keeping my hand laid on his arm.

" You'll be pleased to know we've planned and set a raid to go ahead tonight."

He tensed up, learning of the FBI's role and plan. I spoke for Lucifer, taking an initiative for us. " You are... you are taking his wings? After the raid? Does that have to happen? Can't Lucifer get em back cause after all they are his property. That doesn't sound fair."

Pitts dismissal of my words made me huff, annoyed. 'And I am ignored. Perfect.' He spoke.

" When we get a chance to pounce on the bad guys, we take it. Figured your department are after the same guys. So, why not take the lead on it of all things. We have the jurisdiction."

If I had a penny for every time a grown man spoke down on me I'd be a millionaire. Lucifer nudged my arm, in order to calm me. Telling me to cool off. " And about the wings returned, long as you can prove those wings provenance, you'll get em' back in thirty days. No problem."

" Yes, no problem. No problem, at all."

Lucifer says and passed the tablet back to me. He goes to walk off, which I follow. " What do you have planned? Lucifer." I ask, catching up speed. He grinned mischievously. " Just you wait."

'Oh I know that look.'

~•~

'My first auction. Thought I wouldn't see the day I'd actually put any willingness to attend an event, where they sell precious artefacts from history that don't belong to them. Gosh. I feel highly under-dressed.'

I scouted who is in the auctioneering building, an auditorium full of the richest and wealthiest people in one area wanting to spend millions. Buying their way to victory.

I clutched my purse, stealing a Chalet of champagne off a waiters table. Elderly men greedily stared and zeroed me out of the entire room.

I didn't choose the most revealing dress.

It's a white, silver, ankle length gown which is cut off at the thigh and my right leg's showing. I promised to meet Mom here, which is hoped was soon. " Good evening, ladies and gentle-men. I'm Carmen grant. I humbly welcome you to our evening of faith."

The auction has started. I couldn't find Lucifer in the crowd but i counted faith I would shortly. He isn't hard to miss.

" Tonight we shall behold items that will prove the miraculous is real. There is a power we can't see. However, its light burns bright in the priceless artefacts that have travelled from around the world. And dare I say, Heaven.."

I finally caught a good look at a tuxedo wearing Lucifer.

'He looks quite handsome in it. Well.. he is in everything he has ever worn.' I admit I've had my moments of shame, thinking a lot of how he looks hot in his clothing choices.

He had glass raised, freezing mid-sip, upon which I abashedly glide up to his spot holding a fistful of my dress. " And Hell. To find their way to you!" Carmen, him continuing his scripted planned monologue before he'd sell the items, told the room. " Ellie?"

I spared the quickest of glances to where I see amenadiel. I am unsure if I should be surprised, or not, that he's here.

" Amenadiel. H..Hi." He was in equal shock. Nevertheless he greeted me with a hug.

" Sorry but you and my brother are familiar? darling? Of all the people to know I can't fathom the fact you, my Angelic egotistical bro, are friendly with a girl. Ellie, of all people."

He deadpanned listening to Lucifer carrying on.

I realised just how much shorter I was than the two, standing in-between them. Both men who are in my life standing well above six feet.

" the first item up for bidding is.. the chains of St. Paul. According to legends, St. Paul was imprisoned between sixty one and sixty three AD. While some pieces are on display at the papal basilica, or so they say, these are the missing links."

Those supposed chains, made to appear authentic, looked a little too much like old rusted metal from a train wreck yard. I sipped on my champagne. " Paul's wrist were too thick to fit in those chains." Amenadiel told me and Lucifer. As though he was there. 'Oh.'

I nodded along hiding my confusion as why he's telling me. " I know. That man never could pass on dessert. Could he..?" Lucifer replies in a quick jest, snickering, I sense his hand hover on my lower back region. " he should've been the Saint of..." amenadiel joked. He smirked towards me, playful.

" Honey cakes?"

Lucifer finished his sentence, erupting in laughter and amen followed. I giggled along. Enjoying how it was a good old sibling bonding time minus it being obvious I was left out of the whole joke.

I shifted, uncomfortable at how open people are to stare and exchange whispers directed at me.

" Those are clearly not Real." Lucifer, rather than be conspicuous for once, exclaimed quite loud and clear. 'Shh's' sharply followed. " Hm. Tough crowd." Lucifer commented, as glares of people in the audience narrowed in on us.

" I say I agree. You can take one long look at these and just know."

Aunt Chloe came striding over.

I, abashed, finished my glass of alcohol.

" How.. how did you know... Ellie. Darling? You told.. the detective? Didn't you? How on earth did you even get in here?"

I acted like I didn't know anything about how my aunt was here. Looking at the Victorian era chandeliers.

" Oh, I've got news for you, Pal. You're not the only one who can slither their way in to places using Mojo. I came here to warn you. Around five minutes, the FBI's gonna storm this place. So we have to go now. I don't want Ellie to stay in this place longer than she already has." Aunt Chloe directed her eyes on me on the last part. I smiled, innocently. " Hi, Mom. You're pretty. I like your dress."

She narrowed her eyes. 'Oops I'm in trouble.'

" Oh great. How much has she had to drink? She's.. I'm not even going to say it. You should know, baby. you're not legal age to drink. You are the responsible adult here, Lucifer. And.. I don't know who you are?"

Mom quietens how she talked, switching her tone after she's done scolding Lucifer and I. Amenadiel activates his charm.

" Allow me to introduce amenadiel. He is my brother." Mom, shocked being a lighter word to use for her reaction hearing brother, started smiling flirtatiously.

" I didn't expect.. I didn't expect your brother to be so handsome."

" It's seems we are all full of surprises. I never expected my brother to change careers as he did. And now I'm starting to see why."

Amen's words, a double-edged meaning, gazed upon me by the second he said 'Why'.

I tilt my head.

" I see your brother got all the charm."

Mom is enthralled by amenadiel, I came to think of it didn't work on me. knowing how his Angel divinity affected humans. 'What's the matter with me? Do I have something wrong, that it  stops me from feeling its effectiveness? Sigh.'

" Next up. We have... The wings of an Angel." I have my attention brought back to the auction, I watched in awe as blue satin cover's drawn to reveal those two beautiful wings in their glory.

' They're gorgeous. Wow.'

A collected 'OOU' murmured in the place of those that are around us. Groups cultivating their masses as they wish to see more of the wings on show. A feeling progressively grew, and I had an allure to get to the wings.

Something doesn't sit well with me.

Filing in the space were FBI agents, I listen to the commotion as the raid started. Mr grant was escorted out from his podium. I go after Carmen, unnoticed, hoping to catch him.

'Where did he go? He just.. vanished.' How is it he was able to get far from this section so fast? I pulled back a curtain sheet. Nothing. I had no findings. I went back, to find time had slowed, agents and the guests were slowed.

I knew who was responsible. 'Amenadiel'. I made contact, across the room, with my eyes. He is stunned.

I stepped out into the frenzied silence. Lucifer is stood before his Wings. Feeling his wings, I slowly made my way up the steps, both of my heels making me known. " They're.. fake."

He's devastated. He gazes his dark, onyx eyes on me and visibly he's baffled I wasn't slowed down. I take the piece of the wing. With time literally slowed, around us, a quivered breath of air I held back exhaled out.

I was so certain now of everything. It's clear to me. Ignorance's from before haltered my belief but I'm certain and exact what I knew.

Red eyes. The moment he had saved me, on that ledge flashed, baring an image of those eyes he thought he hid. Wings. Aidan and Amenadiels breath-taking Devine wings, now Lucifers. I know who he is. I speak it.

" I know. Lucifer. I believe you."

He anticipated for those words. My hand touches, sensitively, his face. I feel his taunt, defined, cheek bones contract. " The Devil."

He swallowed thickly, leaning in my palm, an instinctual move. " You aren't afraid? Usually humans would go running to the church and say their first prayer. You've seen it."

I chuckle. Now I understood how he could get the tough criminals to talk. Without his Mojo. " I am not. Which shocked me even."

I was too calm. How ever i did have nerves and anxiety still being in this black market auction.

" I'd be happy to get out of here. Though."

He dropped his hand to his side, from my face. " Than your wish I granted." His sudden mood change made me pull my brows in question.

" What.."

I did a simple grin, inching my face to his. He peered his eyes on my lips and then back to mine. " I can't stay away from you, anymore, darling. I.. I tried at first to think of all possibilities where it was best for you. I couldn't simply bear it. I'd always find a way back to.... you. I am extremely selfish to admit that. I don't... I don't know how exactly you're making me feel these things I do."

He admitted.

Heart racing, I stared up at him through hooded eyelashes. He grazed his hand on my wrist, delicate to grab it and I looked at our conjoined fingers.

" Then don't."

JASMINE SPEAKS;

Betty knows about Lucifer! I figure, why do I have to wait three more seasons before it's revealed to her and such. I hope you guys liked the change I made.

I know you will have a say on how and the place it happened but I chose it for a reason. How did you like the admission??

I had inspiration from a certain Vampire film.

With the whole 'I can't stay away from you' bit. I loved that specific moment in the restaurant in particular.

What are your thoughts on her & Lucifer? And her immunity to Amen's Gift??