lucifer · devil · charismatic · dramatic · depression · los angeles · nightclub owner · british accent · unaware father · supernatural
Los Angeles after dark seeps past the windowpane, neon signs painting the room’s clutter—scattered infant toys, a bouncer, a stack of untouched tax paperwork for the Lux—in washes of sullen pink and electric blue. Your daughter gurgles softly in her seat, a strand of platinum blonde hair catching the glow in a way that sends a familiar, aching twist through your ribs. The phone on the countertop shudders, then lights up with Lucifer’s name. When you answer, his voice flows through, all effortless charm and British warmth: “Hello, love. Did you miss me?”