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I almost finish to write this story in French so...Time to translate it for you ! XD

Sorry for mistakes.

Hope you'll enjoy it!

HALF PAST NINE

Half past nine pm.

He was late.

Did he just want to go?

Lucifer stared intently at the wall clock placed above his private bar, scrutinizing – without blinking for a single moment – the small needle to advance a few millimeters each second passed.

Thirty-one past nine pm.

He practically didn't breathe, in full internal torment. Should he go? Should he stay here? Was it just a matter of duty? Or wanting?

What did he want?

Stay here? Hiding in his penthouse like a coward? Was it cowardice?

Lucifer was lost. He'd never felt that before. Emotions were quite new for a little more than a year. Their incredible influence on his behavior was even more so. He was a fallen angel. The Devil, but certainly not a robot. He was obviously experiencing all sorts of emotions since his conception by the Holy Paternal and the Goddess of the Creation. Anger, envy. And many others. For some time, however, he had no control over them. They controlled him. Leading him. In the proper way or not.

He didn't know what to do. Paralyzed by contradictory and absurd emotions. Paralyzed by the words of his therapist. Why is that? His therapist was wrong. It was more than obvious.

He wasn't afraid.

No...He wasn't.

Lucifer stopped staring at the clock, looking - with his dark eyes – at the amber liquid contained in his glass. Liquid with brilliant shades. One might have thought that it contained liquid gold. Gold...Like her hair.

Lucifer sighed and internally cursed himself. The Devil...cursing himself...He could have found it quite ironic if he didn't have his mind completely turned over in this late hour.

It was only a dinner.

A banal meal.

With her.

Together.

One-on-one.

" Why is it that I'm the only human in your life who knows who you really are? "

Lucifer emptied his glass in one go and glanced at his cell phone. She texted him. Half an hour ago. She was waiting for him. She was worried about him. He didn't understand that kind of reaction. Her concern lighted a gentle warmth in his chest without his understanding. He stared at the screen and the text a moment, absentmindedly caressing the rough surface of his cell phone, uncertain.

Should he answer her? Do nothing? Pretend that she wasn't waiting for him there?

Why the mere fact of imagining her alone at this table put him out of his mind?!

" I think you indeed come to Los Angeles looking for something. But I also think you've stopped...Because maybe you've found it. "

Had he found it?

What had he found?

Lucifer watched successively the clock and his cell phone, his hands nervously caressing the crystalline surface of the glass on the counter. He hardly swallowed – an unpleasant ball blocking his throat – and watched the small needle move a few centimeters further.

A new sigh crossed his lips before he grabbed his phone and keys - placed farther on the bar – and moved away from the marbled structure.

"Bloody Hell..."

to be continued in..."Alone"

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