InsaneJournal

WHO: Molly Walker and Lucifer
WHAT: A chat. Of sorts.
WHEN: Mid-afternoon
WHERE: Apartment #103D
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

If Molly claimed she wasn't nervous, she'd be lying. For the past few days - ever since her meeting with Kali herself - the little girl had been on edge over the task she'd been given. She had accepted it, of course, and she would do it, but if she said she wasn't scared that just wouldn't be true. Then again, she had been asked by the Goddess of her own religion to help Lucifer if he should ever approach her. She had been told not to give in too easily, as that would make him suspicious, but to definitely tell him what he wanted to know. She hadn't been told why. She hadn't bothered to really ask, figuring it was best if she didn't know. She had simply accepted Kali's softly spoken assurance that she wouldn't allow any harm to come to her, provided she simply gave Lucifer the location he was after if asked for it.

The only problem was, no one knew for a fact if Lucifer was going to approach her or not. Yes, she could find anyone or anything, including whatever it was he was apparently looking for, but that didn't mean he'd necessarily seek her out. After all he wasn't exactly humanity's biggest fan, or at least that's what she'd always gathered from the small bit of time she'd spent in church back when her parents were still alive, so if he could find whatever it was through other means it stood to reason he'd do it. However there apparently was a good chance he was going to eventually seek her out and, instead of fighting him valiantly to the point of giving up her own life (something Molly wanted to say she'd do but also not able to swear to it, to her own chagrin), Molly had the all-clear to tell him if he really wanted to know.

So she was nervous. And had decided to try and burn some of that nervous energy off by going out to play for a little while. She stayed close, never straying any further than the courtyard around the back of the building, and only spent about an hour or so out there before opting to head back inside. Yet the time away from the same four walls had helped. There was a bounce back in her step and a flush to her cheeks as she made her way inside the apartment. The worry was still there, of course, but she had decided she wasn't going to let it get her down. She would just deal with it if, and when, it became an issue.

Within a few seconds of entering the apartment, it became exactly that.