WHO: Lilith and Lucifer WHAT: A confrontation, of sorts WHEN: Saturday night WHERE: The Lux RATING: PG, at least STATUS: Incomplete
When such news that Lucifer was walking free, here, in Los Angeles had reached her ears, Lilith hadn't believed it. It was still LA, still the same LA that it had always been, besides the continuous arrival of people who didn't belong. Was that how he arrived? He was just taken from where he was sealed away, and dropped in Los Angeles? But it couldn't be that easy, because it couldn't be him. Lucifer would have done something by now. He was suppose to set hell free with him. To raise it, and if things went right, she would lead his army for him. But there was no sign of that, and so there for the rumors couldn't be true.
The messenger who had told her such was dead. She didn't take lies well. But the more she heard it, the more curious she grew. There were only so many messengers you could kill that were liars. They must really have thought Lucifer was here. She had to see for herself. Which was what brought her to the Lux on a Saturday night.
She'd dolled up her hosts body in a fitted red dress. It made her feel all grown up, and the eyes of men that watched her told her the dress was worth it. Lilith entered the Lux, to the bar section, paying no attention to the eyes that followed her. The strange coloured eyes of her host looked around the room, searching for him. She would know it was him when she saw him, surly. What he would appear as, how he would look, if he was even here, she didn't know. But she would know it if she saw him. Lilith still wasn't convinced that her demons hadn't been delusional. She felt power, she felt something that she should fear, and it had been there for a while. But she still wasn't convinced.
The last thing she wanted to believe was that he was here, and not leading them. Was he abandoning them? Had everything she heard about him just been myth, completely made up? Or had he just changed his mind? The very thought of it made her annoyed, to think she had spent so much time trying to break enough seals to set him free, and here was. In a club somewhere. It couldn't be true.