Even The Devil may cry

Lucifer /OC fluffy as it gets. Not my best but it had to be written.

Disclaimer: I only own Clara, my original character, and nothing more.

"Lucifer, I am well aware of your dislike of children. But in my professional opinion this could be good for you. Children are trusting and non judgmental. And interaction with one in a controlled environment could help work on your trust issues..." Martin explained to her rather fascinating and yet disturbing patient, Lucifer Morningstar aka Satan himself, as she shifted in her chair hoping she would finally convince him to try this new form of therapy. Thus far however she seemed to have hit a wall. Lucifer wouldn't budge.

Lucifer looked at his therapist as if she had just suggested he apply for sainthood and had grown a second head at the same time. He sighed and shook his head.

"Though even I have to admire your persistence, Doctor, my answer remains the same. No. Out of the question."

Linda bit her lower lip and shifted in her seat again. She'd hoped it wouldnt come to this but..she was desperate.

"It's not just for you Lucifer... I need a favor from you..."

Lucifer perked up at little at that giving her his famous and infamous twisted and self righteous smile. "A favor... Now Dr. Martin... I do hope you know what that implies. As you now know I am not merely speaking in metaphors..."

Linda nodded and sighted putting down her pen and file for Lucifer. "The child I want you to talk with is my neice, Clara. She's seven and I've recently gotten full custody of her. Clara...her emotional scars are not unlike yours. I've tried to get her to open up for weeks, asked colleagues who specialize in children's psychology to talk to her... Nothing has worked. She won't talk to anyone."

Lucifer leaned back on the couch, "Perhaps your neice simply doesn't want to talk about her emotions. I fail to see where I come in."

Linda paused before responding her hands clasped together solemnly. "She's been having night terrors Lucifer. Every night. Her mother...my sister unfortunately...tired to sell her for an eight ball, when that failed she left Clara alone in her apartment for a week. The landlord found her. Her father wants nothing to do with her. She has a great deal in common with you. I was hoping you could at least try to get her to open up about what is scaring her so much at night."

Linda held back a gasp of fear and shock as Lucifer suddenly sat up, tense with what she could only guess was seething rage, his eyes flashing from their charming brown to burning red coals before ebony pits of despair, his skin quickly turning to the red burnt horror that was his true form. But as soon as it came, it was gone, Lucifer still sat up tense and his voice was low.

"And where is her mother dearest...?" His tone was more of a growl than anything. Linda took a deep breath to calm herself. Devil or not, she had to remember this was still the same old Lucifer. He'd never hurt her intentionally. He'd promised. And the Devil never broke his promise.

Still her voice shook slightly as she answered. "I have no idea. Last I saw or heard from her was almost a month a ago." Linda watched Lucifer carefully and hoped he would calm himself.

Lucifer felt the fires of hell burst to life and surge through him as he heard young Clara Martins origin. He had a special place in hell for such parents. And he made a note to have a personal place made for Dr. Martins sister.

"Very well... I will talk to your neice. No charge. This time." Lucifer gave Dr. Martin a sultry smile and a playful wink. Linda almost sagged in relief and stood. Walking over to a connecting door to her private office she opened it a gestured for someone to enter the room.

Lucifer sat forward as a small girl, about the same size of the Detectives spawn he'd guess, with green blue hazel eyes and dark red hair, entered the room. Though the colors were different she did bear a striking resemblance to Dr. Martin, and someone else too... But he could recall who else she reminded him of.

"This is Clara... Clara, this is my patient Mr. Morningstar." Linda introduced them.

"Hello." Clara muttered looking up at him briefly before taking off her green backpack and sitting in the chair across from him.

"Hello..." Lucifer fell short of what else to say. Luckily Dr. Martin picked up the ball that he had figuratively dropped.

"How was your Sunday school class today, Clara?" Linda asked calmly and shot a hard glare at Lucifer when he scoffed. "Not my idea, Lucifer... My mother insisted on her finishing this section of it or she was going to fight me for custody... I don't think I need to explain why I complied."

Lucifer nodded and held up his hands in a mock surrender, turning back to Clara.

"It was ok... Father Michael want to talk to you again..." Clara spoke softly. Linda stiffened and sighed. This however caught Lucifer's attention.

"Who is Father Michael? Why does he need to talk to your aunt? And why again?" Lucifer bent forward slightly his hands together and fingers splayed.

"Father Michael is the priest who teaches my Sunday class... I don't like him. He doesn't like me either." Clara spoke softly and shifted in her seat.

Lucifer tilted his head to one side. "Why is that, Clara?"

"I'm not from a good Christian home. Father Michael says that means I'm going to hell."

Dr. Martin spoke up, "Father Michael is very old fashioned... He yells at a lot of the kids just for asking a question."

Clara's expression turned dark and undeniably angry. "He's a bully! He hit Joe on the hand with a ruler because he asked for Father Michael to speak louder!"

Lucifer arched an eyebrow at Dr. Martin in askance for her to explain.

Linda frowned in slight annoyance. She clearly didn't like this Father Michael either. "Joe is a boy in her class who is slightly deaf in one ear. Father Michael acted too harshly and was spoken to apparently but nothing was really done. Joe and his family left that school shortly after."

Lucifer nodded and smiled most unpleasently behind his clasped hands as he sat back. It would seem some of his fathers had a bit of a... Well... God complex. Perhaps he'd pay the Padre a visit.

"Why are you in trouble this time, Clara?" Lucifer lowered his voice so that his true emotions wouldn't show.

Clara shrugged. Lucifer knew right away it was a lie. He could feel it.

"What's your first name?" Clara asked tilting her head slightly.

Lucifer smirked, "Lucifer." He waited for her eyes to widen. They didn't really. Clara only straightened and smiled.

"Like the Archangel!"

Lucifer paused a moment before responding. This was not the normal reaction he got. It was slightly off putting. "...Yes. Though I must say this is the first time anyone has made that connection."

Linda couldn't help but smile as she watched the interaction between the two. This little experiment was going much better than she expected.

"Now, why don't you tell me why you got in trouble today..."

Clara nodded and got down from her chair and walked over to her backpack, pulling a single piece of paper from it. Lucifer watched the child, still not fully comfortable or trusting the small human as she approached him and handed him the sheet.

Lucifer quickly realized what it was. It was a type of worksheet. The detective's spawn worked on similar things for homework. This was however covered in angry read marks and a note saying "See me!" and was a single question with many lines given for a response. The boarder was decorated with clouds and a small depiction of the pearly gates stood over the question: You have arrived at the gates of Heaven. To enter you must answer a question from Saint Peter: If you could give one thing to anyone, what would it be, to who and why?

Lucifer rolled his eyes at this sheer nonsense. Why would Saint Peter have to ask anyone such a question? You went to where you belonged period! You didn't get asked a question to determine where you went! It didn't work that way! Still he kept reading the child's hand writing was surprisingly neat for her age.

It read:

"I would tell Saint Peter that if I could give one thing to anyone, I would give Lucifer a hug and tell him that I forgive him for giving Eve the fruit. God left Lucifer all by himself and that makes me sad. No one should be all alone forever. I like Lucifer because he was Gods favorite Angel. And he is my favorite angel too. He wasnt always the devil and everyone kind of forgot that he was an angel too. I dont think he is bad, he punishes bad people. That's his job. Everyone prays for good people but no one prays for the devil. And I think he needs to be prayed for the most. I hope Lucifer gets to go back home one day so he can see all his brothers and God again. "

Lucifer's hands shook as the tears fell from his eyes as he saw the drawing of him as a red skinned, horned creature, with big , though poorly drawn, wings up in what was clearly supposed to be heaven with several other stick figure angels with halos and wings and even a bigger stick figure labeled as God. All of them smiling with speach bubbles of welcome and excitement. Micheal saying: Yay! Gabriel next to him said: He's home! All the Archangels, all his brothers and even his sister were drawn there all happy to see him it seemed. Then he saw what his fathers depiction said "Welcome back home! I missed you!"

It was a terrible drawing. Truly it was. But it was still the most beautiful thing Lucifer could recall seeing in his exsistance. He closed his eyes and shuddered as the tears fell from them. He couldn't hold back. No one prayed for him. But this child... She thought they should. She hoped for him.

"Lucifer... Are you alright?" Dr. Martin asked him breaking his thoughts as he held the sheet of paper to his chest as if it were the most precious object he owned.

He nodded. " Yes. I'm fine..." His cracking slightly as he looked over to Clara were she stood.

"Why do you pray for me? I'm evil. I'm the devil."

Clara gave him an odd look and shook her head.

"No. The devil punishes the evil people. That doesn't mean he is evil. And because everyone needs a home. And he should get to go home too. No one should always be alone."

That did it. Lucifer felt the tears now pouring from him. He hated it! But he couldn't stop. He just wanted to keep reading this paper. See that awful drawing and imagine his father actually saying those words to him. Even if he knew it would never happen, it was a wonderful dream.

"You're really him. Aren't you? You're Lucifer, the Archangel, the devil..."

Lucifer opened his eyes again to see Clara was now sitting on the couch next to him. He nodded at her. "Yes, small human. I am..." Lucifer swallowed hard.

"Clara... May I... May I keep this? Please?" Lucifer's voice cracked and trembled as he re read the paper, it filling him with more warmth than he had felt in a long time.

Clara nodded silently. Lucifer breathed heavily and smiled down at her. "Thank you, child..."

Lucifer stiffened as Clara suddenly hugged him tightly in her small arms.

"I forgive you Lucifer. And I don't blame you for anything bad that anyone does. That's their fault. Not yours. I'll pray to God for you. I always have."

Lucifer felt his eyes burn even more from his tears. So many humans said they wished to do many wonderful selfless acts, but barely any of them followed through with them. But Clara... She was actually doing what she said. She was keeping her word. Lucifer slowly but surely returned Clara's embrace and shuddered, pulling her up to his chest and holding her. He could feel the truth in her words. The pure sincerity in them was enough to hold her tighter.

"Thank you Clara... Thank you." Lucifer shivered and sobbed. Never had he been show such kindness. He only paused when he felt a light kiss on his cheek as Clara whispered in his ear.

"You're still an angel Lucifer. Yeah, you're the devil but you never stopped being an angel. And you'll always be my favorite. The best angel God ever made."

Lucifer choked on the lump in this throat and smiled down at the small human, he had nothing to say. He was only grateful to have met her.

Bet you didn't see that coming, did you dad?

~Back at the Lux, in Lucifer's penthouse.~

Lucifer sat on his couch holding the now framed sheet of paper that Clara had allowed him to keep, sipping on a glass of his best whiskey. He was still lost in thought over it when the elevator dinged and Amenadiel walked in.

Amenadiel opened his mouth to speak to his brother. They had to discuss what to do about their mother now that she was found... But the dark fallen angel fell short as he saw his little brothers tear lined face.

"Luci... Is everything alright?" Amenadiel asked slowly, he had never seen his brother like this before. Luci never cried. Not even as he fell. But it was his soft smile that was truly unnerving.

Lucifer looked over at him with the same soft almost peaceful smile and held up the framed picture.

"I'm being prayed for brother... A little human named Clara. She's Dr. Martins niece... She prays for me..." Lucifer's voice was soft as he spoke. He almost sounded like he did before he fell. Amenadiel walked over and looked at the picture. His heart melted as he read the child's words. They were written with such innocence it touched his very soul. This little girl would have a very special place in heaven. That he was sure of. He chuckled at the drawing.

"She has our brothers and sister captured pretty well." Amenadiel pointed out. Michael had his sword, Gabriel with his horn and Azreal had her blade too. Each angel was labeled with their names.

Lucifer smirked and humed in realization as he looked at the other unlabled angels. "She drew you as well brother." Lucifer pointed to the lone dark skinned angel in the group.

Amenadiel laughed "Yeah, she does... " He suddenly puased. How did this child know about him? His name wasn't in the bible or any scripture.

"Luci... How did she know to draw me? I'm not a known angel..."

Lucifer suddenly paused as well and looked back at his brother just as shocked.

"I think we need to pay this child a visit, Luci."

Lucifer nodded, "Indeed..." He pulled out his phone and sent a text to make and earlier appointment with Dr. Martin. Clara had a few things to answer too...

Should I continue? Or edit the ending to make it a one shot. I'll fix anything else errors and what not later when my PC is back up and running.

R&R let me know. Won't be a long one. Too many unfinished stories. But love to hear some feedback.