Reporters and camera crews flock to the scene wanting to get exclusive photos, images, of the once well-known famous management agent to the Ty Huntley. Joe Hanson, in handcuffs, is a sight worthy for any journalist to admire. An article will be written, as we speak now. It'll be a story told, and spread on the internet, before people will start to move on to another topic.

I take in the sight of police cruisers arriving on a side-walk as Joe is escorted out and brought to an officers car. Handcuffed.

" I just can't.. can't believe joe would do this. I wasn't ever going to leave him, you know that? Definitely gonna do it now." Ty states, getting over his astonished state his now ex-agent committing a heinous act, he slaps Lucifer lightly on his shoulder.

" you know what, you uh, You stayed good to your word, Lucifer. Thank you. And you, as well, officer.. betty. Should I call you that? I'm sorry you had to be in the brunt of joes anger. I have never seen Joe that angry before. He had no right to say what he did."

Ty, apologising for Mr. Hanson's actions which he couldn't control and wouldn't have known of, says offering his hand for me.

" You weren't to know he'd be psycho. So don't apologise, Ty." I offer a timid smile, to show there was no doubts which I blame him for another's exploits. Tys name came out from a crowd of photographers, pushing them to one side, and Debra McCall is seen.

Her eyes lightening up bright, when Ty rushes to her, an expression of content floods her face when she is finally back in Ty's arms.

Reuniting after all those months divided. Apart. " Oh, my baby. I am so glad to see you. You are crazy. But, you are my crazy. you hear me?" My lips fade to a frown, traces of a smile leaving. Wondering when I will experience a love which will conquer all barriers life will give me and my love.

" Warms the cockles, doesn't it? So detective. Betty, you as well, looks to me you've solved another case 'cause of me." Lucifer, self-righteously, said. Another one of his devilish smirks playing on his lips. I chuckle when he nudges an elbow in my arm.

I step away from mom and Lucifer, an incoming call from Dr. Martin number calling to remind me of our next session. " Hi, Linda. I am sorry I didn't have time to schedule our next session. But you wouldn't believe how much new things and topics I have to tell you." I tell Dr. Martin, I heard mom begin arguing about Lucifers involvement with her cases.

" I hope to hear more of these developments from you, Betty. That is why I am calling. I have an opening for you. A client of mine cancelled, and the earliest I can get you in is eleven thirty for tomorrow, Is that an okay time for you?" I nod, forgetting Linda couldn't see me actually doing the motion.

" That time is actually good, for me, Doctor Martin. I will see you soon."

My ears perk with the sound of footsteps coming over to where I am. Lucifer, in confidence, took my phone just when I said 'bye' to Linda. I pop my right hip, staring out of disbelief to why he had taken my phone.

" Oh. Deary me. I see there is another factor we have in common. We have therapists, I know shocker. The devil himself has a shrink. Very ironic that I do. Well—really everyone in this town has one. So not much of a shocker."

He hums all the while I stare, slightly with a head shake. Lucifer Morningstar is a man of mystery, just when I think I could read him there is another chapter that opens, which is more difficult than the last to decipher.

" There. Now you can wake up and look at this desirably good looking face, every time you open those pretty ocean eyes of yours. That way you can thank my old scratch of a dad you have me in your life."

He grins.

My eye brows shot up. He had taken a selfie, and the photo is made to be my cellphones home wallpaper. 'This man is going to be the death of me. I swear it, right now.'

~•~

Mental health related problems can be the root cause of pain. I had a professional diagnosis of anxiety. Depression. It's an invisible disease I have to live with for the rest of my life. People think when you do have these illnesses, you're automatically labeled 'Lazy'.

Making an excuse to be selfish, Sad. Not knowing there is a struggle, and battle, to fight off thoughts which I experienced. A barrage of concealable dark clouds which haunts my soul. Diminishing any solace of fortitude, and self-respect, I have left in my mind.

Dr. Linda has helped find ways to build my worth up, but I'm certain enough I believed I couldn't find it. I felt hopeless.

" Hi, there. Ellie. Come in. Come in. Did you bring your journal for today's session? I hope to hear you have written some notes on the positive side."

Linda closed her offices door, I received an inviting smile. My hands clutch heavy on my journal, suddenly it felt ten times heavier than before.

" There are certain Things I.. I have wrote about, that are positive. But.." I said, off-handedly, a resolve in my tone taking a seat on her offices sofa. Doctor Martin sighed but it's soft where it wasn't imitative. Mocking.

She situated herself horizontal to face me.

" the positives out weigh the negatives, this time. Doctor- Linda. Sorry." I unfastened the latch on my journal, I overturn pages full of my Written personal thoughts. My recent entry is in front of me. " When you are ready. Read it at your pace. Remember, this is your safe space. These walls of this room are not going to talk."

Linda reminded me of her promise, smiling; it is encouraging. I breathe in, grounding all the emotions I was feeling. My fingers glide over each letter I have wrote. 'It's now or never.'

" Today I started my first job, as an intern, at the LAPD. Lieutenant Monroe assigned me an extra pile of open cases which were unsolved. I had to opportunity to be on the field, it was not at all what I expected. However I somehow got out of there, with a new perspective on cruelty life offers to girls and women. It made me sad. I knew exactly, how much I would be exposed to the dark side of humanity, choosing this line of work. This field."

I flicked my eyes to Linda, pen scribbles on a piece of note paper as she made points for my file. An innermost desire of wanting to smile, at my terrible imitation to a drawing I sketched of Lucifer, which I cleared refocusing on the page.

" while I am not sure if I should be writing this particular piece of information, it's hard to not put it in. I met this incredibly egotistical club owner a week ago, Lucifer."

Linda staggered in her chair at the mention of Lucifer which I brush off.

" He's quite flirtatious. He has joined Mom, and I, on cases. Calls him self the devil. Yes— I know of all things. The devil."

I turn to the next page.

" In my personal opinion. Calling yourself the devil, pretending to be the prophetic supposed incarnation of all evil, when he has been nothing but kind to me. The devil was once a fallen Angel. An Angel of god himself. There is no true evil, there is only broken pieces of people once were. People who were forged by other beings to form who they are now." I inhaled through my nose. Then out of my mouth. 'Just like I practiced.'

Dr. Martin did slow nods of her head, when I shut close the journal.

" I got this far in writing but then I stopped cause I didn't know what else to say."

Linda folded her hands on her lap, she studies my face for a few minutes, speaking.

" That was beautifully executed, and written, Ellie. There is a difference I can see there when Lucifer is mentioned. A certain way you smile I have never seen, before, until now."

I do have a different smile? I haven't noticed.

I wouldn't know how to explain the change in my smile. I am interrupted when Doctor Martin's office's door is thrust open, in waltzes Lucifer.

" Good. Right, you're here. Um, I need to chat."

He hasn't taken to the awareness I sat several feet behind him. Linda, preoccupied with my case file in her hand at her desk, blinks back to hide her surprise.

" Lucifer, we don't have an appointment. And I'm.. I'm.. in the middle.." I leaned forward, elbows on my knees. 'I wonder how long it will take for him to see me.' My lips form a soft and slight smile.

" it's horrific. Uh, for the second time, I've been thrown out of a woman's house. I'm mean, I'm starting to wonder if the detective has some sort of biological dysfunction. Don't even get me started on the fact I don't have an urge to try and charm the detectives daughter. Cause', I mean, I appeal to the virile urge in all women. But it's like I don't wish to subject her to any of it."

Quietly I stood up, arms hugging my torso, and I made eye contact with Linda.

" But certainly, well, certainly you can attest to that. Can't you?" He said using an innuendo I understood. It didn't take long for me realising, off of Doctor Linda's body language, and how Lucifer spoke, he was sleeping with her. 'Of course. This is his therapist. Now it all makes sense.' I struggled to not laugh at how it hadn't clicked for Lucifer I was standing here. " Lucifer. I am with a client of mine. Look. She is right behind you." Linda, unwaveringly, says pushing her boxed glasses to her nose bridge.

I finally burst out laughing. Lucifer's eyes were bulging from his eye sockets, stupefied. " This is.." he finished Doctor Martin's sentence for her.

" Ellie. Well, well, well. Dear me, did you happen to hear all of what I just said right now and everything?"

Every part and detail. Right to now. I nod, stepping around the offices coffee table.

" well then. How awkward is this. Oh, my. Oh, my. Right, since I am here, I will offer you a ride to a place of your choosing. As my way of saying sorry. Truce?"

This is a sight I would have thought I'd ever see. 'Lucifer's a nervous wreck.' He didn't necessarily give me a choice. He grabs a hold of my wrist, from how I feel his hand gradually softening i assume he wanted to make sure I wasn't hurt.

" Sorry to cut the session short! I hope you don't mind, Linda. I will be back." He states, over his shoulder, I wave a bye to her.

'Where is he taking me. This seems to be an odd habit Lucifer does, and has started, since we first met.'

~•~

" So. Let me get this straight, your prom is just 'round the corner. Weeks away. And you don't have a suitable dress to wear? That is simply an unacceptable thought I can marvel on. I'm offended, you didn't think to tell me, Darling."

Lucifer says puffing his cheeks, copying a chipmunk as it would store peanuts in its mouth.

" Well I didn't take you as the one to subject yourself to human activities. You tend to call em'." I imitate his British dialect using air quote with both fingers on the word 'Human'. I see his eyes crinkling in amusement.

" You're so adorable when you are mocking people. You know? I can't take you serious. I apologise."

I scoffed. 'Is he really saying all of this. To me? How is he this comfortable. I swear.'

Chuckling to my self, I stop at a street vendor selling homemade jewellery.

" These are beautiful. I know this, It is a carnation. The symbolism for fascination. Love. I learned 'bout the symbolic meaning, nature, of flower botany in chemistry." I tell Lucifer. I cautiously admire how it is carved.

" Most certainly is. I'll take this one, for my lady friend here. Actually, I will have all things related to these Carnation flowers."

Lucifer ushers over the older woman tending to another customer.

" Lucifer. Why.. why are you buying all of these? I just need the one." With a thud he laid a one hundred dollar bill note on the fold-out white table.

" Consider this a prom gift. Isn't it a tradition, to humans am I not wrong, where it's said to buy a gift of honour? And congratulate you on your achievement?" That is not incorrect but I never expected to have him buy all stocks from this pop-up. " Ah. Here. Let me put this on you so you don't have to."

Flustered, I shyly crane my head staring at my baby clue coloured converse shoes. Lucifer hand brushes on my cold skin, I feel a shiver ripple my body. 'Why do I have this reaction? every time he touches me.' The emblem lay shining, glistening, on my chest.

" Perfect. It suits you, Betty. Darling."

I fidget, using my new necklace to slow the roll on my nerves. I watch Lucifer lift two bags of hand crafted jewellery. All for me.

" Don't you think this is a little too much. You didn't have to buy those." He had no personal obligation for buying all of them. But he did.

" Darling. You need to stop. I wanted to do all of this, For you. Besides my point, that was just pocket change for the old prince of darkness here." He states, tussling the contents inside of both bags.

" You have your own personal devilish chauffeur for all intents and purposes. Both sexually and a friend wise of course. But, you didn't hear that from me." He says, throwing in a philandering seductive wink at 'Sexually'.

I could act as though I didn't understand his insinuation, considering I do. My eyes roll. No boys have spoken to me as progressive as Lucifer has, It's all new for me hearing his flirtation. Inexperience I am.

" I see I've made you all red in the face."

He teased, bopping my nose. I slap his hand.

" I've just.. I've just never been flirted with. Until you came along and it's a constant now." I told him, truthfully.

Lucifer seems taken back from it.

" thats ballocks. You should have all the boys asking for your hand. Though they would fail, I would send them to maze to be tortured for even forming that as a thought." He said, too causally, using metaphors again. 'That... that is intense.' I thought. " Don't you fret, my dear. I have all you need in a man. I can fulfil any of your desires. Speaking of desires. Tell me, El. What goes on in that mind of yours. I wonder."

He stares, intense and deep. 'He's using his gift on me.' I cock my head, to the side.

" Why are you 'sudden trying to use your power of desire on me?" I asked, the bag I had taken from him swinging as I crossed both arms. Baffled, he huffs out a confound scoff.

" Had to test a little theory I have. It clocked out. Anyway, I should take you back home to detective."

'Again with the avoidance. He does it all the time.'

~•~

My feet tap against the elevator shafts floor, as I wait on the doors to open on Lucifers pent house level. He had asked for me, to join him and Mom to a party deploy he had planned. I wore an older comfortable beige pink dress. It was hidden behind all my clothes in my closet.

'Finally. It dings.'

With a small hop, in each of my steps, I case my eyes around the impressive design details of Lucifers penthouse. Sensual music strums a symphony of chords which over shadow the lyrics.

" Lucifer. I'm here. I'm sorry I didn't get here earlier." I announce my presence, noticing how dimly lit his place is.

" Don't fret betty, Darling. Be out in a moment. Just getting myself ready. Make yourself a drink, Ellie. I had Mazikeen buy your favourite Pop. It's in the mini refrigerator."

'That was nice of a gesture from Lucifer. Of all people.' I lightly hum the lyrics to 'there she goes' while wandering over to where Lucifer had said to find the mini fridge of beverages. I knelt down accessing and taking a Lemonade. I found lemonade to be refreshing. Turning I sway to the sound of the song changing to Ed Sheeran's 'Perfect.'

I yelp, at Lucifers exposed and bare naked self on show. " You.. you are... naked." My eyes are covered by my hands. 'Did I just.. see his jewels.' I hear his devilish laugh.

" Don't need to be shy now, Betty. I'm all natural. All of this is yours, if you wish to have it. But if you want me to cover up, I will cover."

I spot the pants of his usual suit, he wears, set down on a red leather L couch which takes up a majority of his living space. " Put.. Put this.. this on." I rasp, out of my mouth. Not trying to look at his on-display genitalia. He takes the pants.

" The berries are ripe, and ready to be harvested for the picking, Darling. Look at me. Don't you agree?" I brave the courage to turn, just as Lucifer arms with wide open arms started to move in a slow rotation. I gasped out softly. Two crescent and inverted scars were on his back muscles. 'Who did that to him.'

Tears sprung to my eyes, gradually building in my eye lids. 'Why am I crying. There is no reason for it.' His face fell seeing mine.

" What. What happened. To your... your back. Lucifer. Who hurt you? I swear to god." I set down my pop bottle, reaching a hand to his bicep then I hesitate.

" Well yes I supposed it is his fault."

I, confused by Lucifers statement, wait for him to clarify. " My father. You know? God."

God. His father? I shook my head out of the thought.

" He did this to.. to you? Your dad?" Horrified, his own father would do this, I said. " No. No. that is where I cut my Wings off. Well, I didn't. Maze did, I told her to."

This was all too much. Wings? Cutting into his flesh? I gently move a hand to the centre of his bicep, inching closer. I move my hand, riding it up his arm.

" But. I.. seriously, though are you al- woah."

Lucifer's body moves at light speed, he caught my wrist just before my fingers could graze on the scars. 'I crossed a line. From his reaction.' I think, he stares; vulnerability in the depths of his darken eyes.

" Don't. Please." He said, sounding as he is ashamed of his scars and their story. 'I feel.. a sadness. Which feels.. which feels unfamiliar. It's.. not mine. His touch.' I spoke first, tender.

" Okay. I understand I must've crossed a line I couldn't. I'm.. sorry."

His eyes soften, substantially. " don't apologise betty, Darling."

I am startled by how soft he is talking to me. I feel him loosen his hold.

" I'm sure the detective is on her way here. She'll be here, soon. I should get dressed."

My wrist is dropped and I am left to stand there. Wondering to myself.

'Why did I feel so strongly seeing those two scars on Lucifers back? And those unfamiliar feelings of being sad?'

JASMINE SPEAKS;

I wonder why Betty could feel a different sense of sadness other than her own.

What are your theories on why that happened with her? How did you like their little 'Date'? Lucifer buying all those flower piece jewellery for Ellie? And her basically seeing him naked?

Acts of service and buying gifts is his love language. There will be more of that to come in the story.