“we want to know the truth about our daughter… want to see her. we’ve been feeling her loss for a long damn time – and the fact that we can hug her again? talk to her?” kyle was overcome with emotion. overjoyed, but also worried about what she could possibly be a part of that made her feel like she needed to keep the fact that she was alive hidden from them. his mind was barely focused on any words apart from the fact that his daughter was alive.
clarissa on the other hand only grew further worried about what her daughter had been up to – what the winchesters truly were. there was something going on, because they had seen footage of the two dying several times on the news, yet they seemed to be still running around. had jessica ever truly died? “what do you mean she’s merely human? — what the heck are you?”
“no,” he said, not even bothering to care to listen to whatever clarissa had to say. in-fact, he was willing to put his foot down on this subject. if only due to the fact he was possessive and was willing to put jess’s own safety before anything else.
“the more people that know about her… the more complicated this can get.” he knew what would happen if the winchesters decided to ‘get her back’ or even worse… try to convince her of lies. well, not exactly lies, but the truth about ky. he wouldn’t hand her over to anyone, but he was still dangerous. he was still a demon.
“there are forces at work here you won’t understand.” a pause. “forces, you only hear about in old stories, but the fact of the matter is that this isn’t a story.” his lips pursed into a thin-line. “this is real and the moment you get involved in this… it’s highly likely you will die.”
“it is absolutely almost always easier to lie, even for those that do not like to do it too often. It takes real strength to put the truth out on the table.” But Lucifer tended to tell the truth because he was exhausted by the darkness that he had been surrounded by for centuries.
“strength doesn’t last long. you can tell the truth, but a lie is what people usually want – no, expect to hear.” plus it was easier; if he told the truth more often, he’d have been dead a long time a go, or… in a worse position than he currently was in. “as the saying goes? a little lie goes a long… long away.”
“everyone has their own shit, i guess. an’ measurin’ what’s worse can be objective. depends on the person in the situation.” people could try to comprehend how other’s felt, but in the end they really couldn’t. everyone felt differently, experienced differently. “no sense dwelling on the awful past, though. —— another round?”
“make it three – it’s going to be a long night.” maybe it wouldn’t be, but ky wasn’t going to take that chance. not when all he wanted was to drown himself in drinks. at least for the moment. “the past is shit – future more shit. we’re stuck in the middle.”
teddy didn’t know what to think. he didn’t know a lot about the supernatural. it had taken him a long time to figure out what he truly was and how to take what was hopefully the appropriate measures to keep himself hidden from the angels. he could sense that something was off with this man… and truthfully, vague threats were more than enough to get him to back off with his tail in between his legs. “i rather enjoy living… sorry. i should learn to bite my tongue better.”
“i’d rather be ripping you apart, but we can’t always have what we want.” even if he could, ky knew fully well this wasn’t the time nor the place. violence for the sake of violence was worthless and it moved him one step further into his father’s own shadow. something he was trying to remove himself from. “can we?”
❝ look. i have enough time in pretend land with my civilian consultant. calls himself lucifer. so, if you don’t know what happened here last night just say that so i can move on. ❞ there seemed to be no time without a murder in the city lately. not that she ever expected life in the lapd to be dull, but she wouldn’t mind not having such a large caseload. lucifer had helped her catch people faster, she couldn’t deny that… but she wasn’t in the mood for games today.
“do you believe in an afterlife?” granted, for years ky didn’t, but he’d changed. he knew there was something after what ‘humans’ would ultimately consider ‘death’. not to mention there were the endless and while he’d like to avoid their gaze? they were ever present… even if no one seemed to realize that little bit of information. “or do you believe that all existence ends here… in this little spec of a world called earth?”
“you asked for the truth and I in turn gave you it.” ky folded his arms across his chest with a grunt. “believe it or not… i was born – or created if you prefer– like this.”
she wasn’t trying to seek out her daughter, but a part of her would always be kind of hopeful that she was out there happy. most of her believed that her daughter would be waiting for her in heaven, but despite finding peace knowing that jess would be happy in eternal paradise, she felt she still deserved to live a life. all kids that died so young did.
“it’s hard to ignore… but i understand.” not to mention the winchesters had supposedly died at least three times but she still had gotten a visit from an fbi agent pretty recently. “i apologize if you have lost someone in the past to understand this a little.”
“i… got over it.” no, he didn’t. all ky did was push it to the back of his mind. thinking on the past wouldn’t help anything – all it would do was make things harder. the lives he took, the atrocities he had committed in the name of stating his urges, and even the bloodlust that was always under his skin. It was an itch, something that he couldn’t control, and all the while, he ignored any emotions that could potentially affect his judgement.
it was the best thing he could have done – maybe it was the worst, but all the same? he didn’t care – not really at least. “it was all i could do.”
“too eager to feel safe to really care about how she gets there. if it even makes sense? humans – they grow attached too easily.” he knew that there had been a couple of times when he had crossed the line with her back at stanford, forgotten the larger plan in a moment of weakness. still, she never brought it up after it happened. too concerned about the well being of tyson brady, he supposed. “so, you’re bored?”
“i’m always bored.” unless, he was doing something constructive, but even that didn’t last too long. eventually, boredom stuck once again, and he was back into his usual mood where his own urges usually took control once again. “always wanting something more,” he said bluntly. “i’ll manage… with or without her.”
“he isn’t going to care about your little problems. he doesn’t care about anything except the detective that he can’t stop drooling over.” a roll of her eyes as she realized she probably shouldn’t have shared that information. but like always, she would be by his side to save the day if it came down to that. “believe me. he is not the lucifer that you assume him to be anymore.”
“then perhaps a change is in order, isn’t it?” if lucifer wasn’t going to do his job, then it seemed the only logical thing to do was to put someone else there. maybe then, ky could get what he needed done, but there was doubt it ever would happen. ky had been there before; chasing after some human girl because of one reason or another. at least jess was someone he could trust and didn’t cause him to neglect his duties. the way he saw it, this… detective lucifer was lusting after was the direct opposite of it. disgusting. “i’m sure you could agree.”
“right, right. sorry. clearly struck a nerve there.” brady held up his hands in mock surrender, though he was kind of interested in seeing what would result from igniting his temper. it would certainly make things more entertaining. “don’t worry. we don’t have to talk about your stockholm syndrome girlfriend if you don’t want to. we can go release some of that pent up rage.”
“if you struck a nerve, you’d be back in hell right now.” a lie, brady had indeed struck a nerve. jess was someone who was off limits – maybe it was a bad thing to be this attached to a human, but he didn’t care. it was more that she owned him than the other way around. though, he’d never admit that. no, he’d just drop the subject, and move on. no need to go all out violent for something a s small as that ( this time around ). “so,” he said, attempting to change the subject, “what do you have in mind?”
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