I do not own Lucifer.

Greetings everyone! This is my first Lucifer story. It is strictly based on the pilot.

She entered Lux as quietly as the night; the loud music was a change from the screaming souls she was used to. Her dark eyes scanned the entire room. There were people, lots of people, lost souls, a place filled with every kind of sin and vice. She quickly understood why her brother chose to have this fill his days and nights.

The visitor found an empty table in a dark corner and sat down, keeping her trench coat on. Anywhere that wasn't Hell was cold to her.

She wasn't alone for long. A glass with an amber liquid was placed in front of her. Her eyes traveled up wards to a familiar face. Just not the one she was expecting. "Hello Mazikeen, long time no see." A smile was plastered on her face. She could fake being polite.

"That was the idea." The venom in their voices matched. Their mutual hatred came from jealousy.

"And how is my brother these days?" That was the only reason Lilith was in Lux.

"You can ask him yourself." Mazikeen said, looking around the room. The displeasure in her voice was hard not to miss. Something was up, did Lilith have to worry?

Lucifer Morningstar finally spotted a very familiar face and strolled over to her table. "Lilith, to what I owe the pleasure?" There was a hint of uncomfortableness in his voice.

"What? I need a reason to path the gates of Hell? We aren't all you." Lilith teased.

He sat across from her. "Amenadied seemed to have made it his mission to convince me to come back."

That angel did not like change; of course he wanted Lucifer back where he belonged. "At least my visits are more pleasant. He likes making an entrance and light threats." Lucifer chuckled in agreement and took a sip of his own drink. "But seriously, when are you coming home? Torturing souls alone isn't fun. I miss your critique of my technique." She was being honest; he was one of the only people she could be like with.

"You haven't altered your technique in centuries, no need to change it now. Besides, you are the most powerful demon in all of Hell." Lucifer raised his glass to her in a statute.

"But it's lonely." Lilith tried not to whine, she was so much better than that.

"I offered to take you with me." He pointed out.

"And what, let the place go to… well you know… Hell." She grinned and raised her glass to meet his. They locked eyes then she took a sip. There was no reaction, no burn, no nothing. "Humans drink this to feel something? I was expecting something a lot more. It's nothing." She held it up and studied it with a critical eye.

Lucifer chuckled. "It takes more than one sip for us to feel anything, Lily."

Her eyes snapped to his and the glass broke in her hand. Slowly her red hair began to smoke. She hated that name; actually hate was too light of a word. "Don't you dare call me that." Lilith growled, her eyes darkening. Tiny flames appeared at the tips of her hair. For an instance, time stopped and suddenly she was wholly Lilith, demon queen of Hell.

Lucifer just sat there, unfazed. He never was, it was normal. He held his glass in his hand, swirling it around, the ice clicked. It took a moment or two for her to settle down. "Are you done with your performance?" He asked.

Lilith deeply breathed a few times, the flames stopped and her eyes were back normal. "For now." She answered honestly, sometimes she felt like a willful child.

Someone appeared and cleaned up the broken glass and spilled drink. Lucifer remained silent until they were alone. "Lilith, answer me honestly. Why are you here? Did Father send you?" He could not imagine any reasons she would come here.

She was taken back by his distrust in her. Lilith came of her own free will. "He doesn't know I'm here." And that was the truth. She, like Lucifer, was not on speaking terms with their Father. Bad history and all.

"Well, I don't need my little sister checking up on me." Lucifer remarked.

"Little sister? We are the same age." She should have been insulted.

"Barely. There are millennia between us."

"And in our eyes, no time at all. We are immortals." It was true. Besides, he didn't always act like he was older. Well, one of them had to be responsible and keep all the demons in order.

Silence fell over the table, was there anything for them to say?

Lucifer looked around the room for a way out. He saw something and had to smile to himself. He turned back to Lilith. "There's a man over there that has not stopped staring at you and has been ignoring his date since you walked in."

"I saw him already. Of course he's staring. I'm stunning." Lilith smirked at him before turning around to look at her admirer. He wasn't hard on the eyes. One smile, one wink and she turned back to Lucifer. "It's his fifth date with her and they haven't gotten past the good night kiss."

"Poor poor man." Lucifer clicked his tongue.

"He is hoping for some action tonight but she has different plans. I should go save him." Her hands went to unbutton her trench coat then she looked up at Lucifer. "Is this your way of getting rid of me?"

"No, I always enjoy your company. I'm horrified you would ever think that low of me." He placed his hand over his heart in mock shock.

Lilith suddenly leaned forward. "Look at me."

He only gave her two seconds of contact before adverting his eyes.

"Lucifer, look at me.' She half commanded.

Their dark eyes met and silence fell over the table. She didn't need either of them to say a word. She just wanted to search his soul, and the eyes were the window to the soul after all.

"You're really aren't coming back, are you?" Lilith straight out asked the one question she needed answered, the one she walked through the gates of Hell for.

"Not in the foreseeable future." Lucifer answered.

There was a chance, a chance in Hell, but a chance. Lilith leaned back in her seat.

"Lucifer!" Someone yelled his name from across the room. Lilith heard a hint of annoyance. That was a new one.

A woman approached the table. Lilith studied her with a raised eyebrow.

"Am I interrupting something?" The newcomer asked.

"Detective, nice of you to stop by. This is my sister Lilith; she is visiting from out of town. Lilith, this is Detective Chloe Decker. She needed my help with a murder case. We got to find the guilty person and punish them."

Chloe held out her hand. "You're Lucifer's sister? So another immortal?" She asked.

Between the comment and the out stretched hand, Lilith didn't know where to start. This woman knew that Lucifer was an immortal? Lilith rounded on Lucifer. "You can't keep anything to yourself, can you?" Why would he just throw around the fact that he was the Devil?

"Couldn't even if I tried." He smirked, taking another drink.

An awkward silence fell over the table.

"And this is my cue to leave; I have someone to take care of." Lilith said, standing up.

Lucifer followed suit. "Take care of yourself." He said, taking her hand and kissing it. Somehow chivalry wasn't dead with him.

"Don't I always? Detective, nice to meet you." She grinned, taking a step back. Lilith unbuttoned her coat. Under it was a red short leather skirt and a black top that hugged every curve. There was a dangerous look in her eyes and something almost unsettling in her smile.

Lilith threw her coat over one shoulder and strolled across the room. She had her target in her sights but stopped next to Mazikeen. "Keep an eye on him."

"When have I not?" The tone was harsh but Lilith trusted Mazikeen enough to look out for Lucifer.

The man saw her instantly and tried hide his curiosity and glee.

"Hello there." Lilith placed an inviting hand on his chest. "How about I buy you a drink then we get out of here?"

"Excuse me, he's with me." His date sounded horrified.

Lilith turned to her. "You snooze, you lose darling." She noticed a tiny golden cross on a delicate chain. Of course, the woman was a waiting for marriage person. Lilith turned back her attention back to the man. "How about you tell me your darkest desires and I see what I can do about it."

Hours later, Lilith was pulling her clothes back on and ignoring the sun beaming through the blinds. She hadn't been with a human in years, decades maybe. She couldn't remember. Months, years, centuries all blended together at one point.

Brad hadn't been half bad, just an itch to be scratched basically. Currently, he was still passed out.

"Babe, you leaving already?" He must be a light sleeper and grabbed her hand. "I was just getting warmed up."

Lilith sat back down. "I don't think you could handle much more without a day to regain your strength."

He couldn't argue much. She had easily been his best ever. And the aches all over his body would remind him of her for a long time. "When can I see you again?"

See her again? Not likely. That wasn't how Lilith did things with humans. But she did enjoy her time. She studied his face and her fingers traced around his neck. It would be so easy to kill him, crush his windpipe, watch as the air left his lungs, watch him die. And then have him for all eternity in Hell.

But there was someone back in Hell who worshipped and adored her as only a fallen angel could. And Samael could do things for her that no human could ever do.

"Babe, when can I see you again?" Brad was impatient for an answer.

Lilith gave a small smile. "When you die. Just don't rush it. The destination is terrible."

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