Chapter 6

"She'll be alright, she just needs to sleep and in a few hours she'll be herself again," Gabriel said as he closed the door to Catalina's room. I peered over his shoulder and could see that she was fast asleep again. Her chest slowly rose and fell. Her breathing was soft and mellow.

"Does this happen often? Her getting sick like this?"

Gabriel looked back at her door before moving past me and back into the kitchen.

"I've only seen her like this a few times, once was when some prick decided to drug her-"

"She was drugged before?"

The fact that Catalina had experienced this once before brought back that pain in my chest,

"Once when she turned Twenty and luckily I found her in time and she was okay and honestly it doesn't seem to affect her all that much anymore."

"One time is already too many and what the hell do you mean it doesn't affect her anymore?" I found myself saying.

You would think after someone drugged her once that she would be more careful. Yet she still put herself out there. Still opened herself to be hurt and taken advantage of. It was unacceptable. Then again, she should be able to go out and not have to worry about someone incapacitating her. Gabriel shrugged before he spoke,

"She took a lot of shit when she was a teenager, said it helped numb the pain."

What pain?

I thought back to last night. To the scars that had decorated her back. To the way she had reacted when I had reached out and barely touched her skin, The way she barely had any reaction to the belt once it hit her skin.

"So you think someone drugged her again?" I asked as the pain in my chest tightened even more.

"I don't think, I know someone did."

"How do you know?"

Gabriel ran a hand through his hair, his body tensing as he spoke,

"I could feel it in her system. I tried to heal her this morning but she flipped out, she didn't even recognize me but I caught it for a brief moment and I would have healed her but," Gabriel leaned against the wall, crossing his arms,

"She started crying, and I hate seeing her cry."

"She cried because-"

"Because I touched her without permission."

Gabriel walked over to the island, pressing his hands down so tightly on the surface,

"She hates being touched without permission, even if it's just a simple tap it freaks her out."

"Why?"

Gabriel sighed as he glanced back toward the hallway where she slept. His eyes locked on the door for just a second. Contemplating whether or not the information should be shared with me.

"Look she can't know that I told you this, she already hates that I know about it."

"What happened?"

"It was when she was in middle school, some idiot thought it would be cool to lift her skirt and..touch her."

The pain in my chest grew.

"She was assaulted."

Gabriel nodded,

"The guy laughed at her and when she told a teacher they told her she should wear something less..distracting."

You can't be fucking serious.

"The guy continued for months, if she wore jeans he'd just grab her ass, and if she wore a dress or skirt well the same thing would happen."

"And no one said anything? No one stepped in and helped her?"

Gabriel shook his head,

"Eventually she just stopped telling someone and she..let it go on until the end of the school year when she finally moved."

"Why?"

"She was afraid."

Afraid.

If there was one thing I knew about Catalina it was that there was very little she was afraid of. Hell, she had gone face to face with me and hadn't even flinched. Yet this… Boy, this disgusting waste of filth frightened her?

"So he was never dealt with?"

"No, he wasn't. He got off while Catalina got the trauma."

Unbelievable!

"Look, she'll be fine in a few hours. She just needs to rest but please just go easy on her today. No provoking her please."

I hadn't planned on it.

"Of course."

"Thank you."

I sat down on the plush couch as the thoughts from last night replayed in my head.

I told myself that she knew nothing of struggle, That she was spoiled and egotistical.

Seeing those scars on her back, and hearing what Gabriel said about what had happened to her, I couldn't help but wonder what other secrets and stories she was hiding behind those green eyes.

* * *

Catalina's POV

Gods my head hurts.

I opened my eyes to see my room still shrouded in darkness. Gabriel had closed the curtains this morning when I complained that the sun was making my head spin, But now my head was spinning from all the thoughts running through my head. I tried for hours to try and piece together what happened last night but all I could remember was dancing with some guy when another offered me a drink and like an idiot I took it. I couldn't remember much after that but I did remember Gabriel coming in, rambling about getting something before leaving. I remembered Lucifer coming in, and finding me in the bathroom. He offered me water and held my hair back when I threw up.

I can't believe he fucking saw that.

I remembered Lucifer helping me - No, carrying me to my bed and then leaving. Everything else was a blur and frankly, I didn't know if I even wanted to remember what all happened last night. I turned and got out of the bed. The ground seemed so much farther away than it was but I was able to stand and eventually made my way towards the kitchen. All I needed now was something greasy.

"How are you feeling?" Lucifer's voice rattled through me as he looked up from his chair by the island.

"I'm fine, thank you."

He nodded,

"You seem better than you did this morning."

"I am better."

"Gabriel left you something in the microwave, and said you might need it when you wake up."

I turned towards the microwave and found three slices of pizza waiting for me.

Thank you, Gabriel!

Gabriel…

"Look about last night-"

"It's fine, eat your food and I'll see you later."

Without another word, Lucifer stood up and walked back toward his room. A horrible pit in my stomach formed watching him walk away. I pushed all thoughts of Lucifer and what happened this morning out of my head and focused on my phone. Nothing. No calls, no texts not even a damn email. Nothing. I had thought all those weeks ago when my mother had shown up that she was here to apologize. She was here to try and mend the rift between us, but like always I was wrong. My mother had always treated me like the odd man out and I guess not having me around anymore would be like a dream come true to her and I suppose it was. She smiled. She smiled when she took that belt to my skin, she laughed when I had fallen to the floor and begged her to stop. She didn't care. That beating was a celebration for her. The start of a new era. A dream that had finally come true. I expected my mother and father to adapt to the change fairly quickly, we barely spoke and when we did I was lucky if the conversation lasted five minutes, yet I thought my brothers would at least reach out once, but I should have expected this. They always sided with my mother over anything and everything. Telling me I deserved my beatings and that I should just shut up and take them. I hated it. I hated my mother but I wasn't sure about my brothers. I had hoped that they would change and see how she was. That people who loved their children didn't treat them like this. But that hope was quickly fading away.

The ding of the microwave saved me from delving deeper into my head, and as I took out the hot plate from the microwave, I glanced around the room.

Empty and alone.

Once again I was all alone.

* * *

Lucifer's POV

She was alone. I watched as Catalina sat at the kitchen island for over an hour. She did eat, which was a relief but she was silent the entire time. Usually, she would play a video on her phone or watch TV, yet she just sat there. By herself. All Alone. Perhaps she was someone who thrived best in solitude. Her shoulders slumped as she tossed her phone across the island and I took a single step forward,

"Would you like some company?"

"No." Her voice was tight with anger.

Too bad. I don't take no for an answer.

I walked over and took the seat across from her,

"I said I don't want company."

"You're upset."

She smirked,

"Back to stating the obvious, are we?"

"What happened?"

"Nothing."

I glared at her,

"You should know better than to lie to the Devil."

She glanced back at her phone and I watched as she tapped her red polished nails against the marble countertop. Her eyes traced a line on the marble countertop.

"When you fell did you expect any of your family to reach out?"

Interesting question.

"I did for a while."

A while meaning fifty years.

"Did they?"

I shook my head, acknowledging me, it would've been a death sentence for them as well, possibly causing them to be sent into exile like myself.

"Why do you ask?" I asked as I took a piece of garlic bread off her plate,

"I thought they would reach out."

"Who?"

"My brothers, but they seem to be stuck in their ways."

Like you are?

"Your family does not speak I presume?"

Catalina nodded her head,

"My mother and I have always had our issues but I thought my brothers would stand by me at least."

So did I.

"Believe it or not it gets easier."

She lifted her head, turning those green eyes at me,

"You eventually move on and do whatever you want, don't get me wrong you'll still always have that thought in your head about what they are doing, how they are doing, if they miss you,"

She glanced back down at her plate,

"Eventually you learn to tune those thoughts out so that you can learn to focus on-"

"Yourself." She said as she glanced back up at me,

I smirked back,

"Yes."

"Is that what you did after you fell?"

Not necessarily.

Those first few years after I fell were rough and to be honest I didn't remember most of what happened. Everything had just begun to blur together at that point.

"When I fell I was angry. I had just lost everything. My family, my friends, my people. Everything and everyone I loved was gone and I knew what was going to happen. The story that was to be told. I was going to be painted as the villain. There was no running from it and I lost myself and I'll admit I did a lot of things to..find myself again-"

"Do you regret it?" she asked as she handed me another slice of garlic bread,

"What you did do to heal?"

"What I did wasn't healing, it was destruction but yes, yes I do."

Catalina stood and placed her now empty plate in the sink as I continued,

"You said before that there wasn't much to do but read when you're locked up,"

Catalina's shoulders tensed,

"Did your mother and father ever-"

"I don't want to talk about that right now." She snapped at me, her head slightly turning from where she stood at the sink.

"Very well princess."

"Don't call me that."

Before I could respond a noise came from her phone. Catalina rushed over. A small smile decorated her face. It disappeared instantly.

"Not good news I presume?"

"Just another bullshit notification."

She said as she tossed the phone back on the table,

"Why do you want them to reach out?" From what Gabriel had told me, Catalina had decided to cut them out, more or less her mother than the others, so why was she so worked up that they hadn't reached out? Wasn't that what she wanted? Catalina's shoulders stiffened,

"I guess I just hoped they would…I don't know, maybe they would notice, but I guess not." She turned from the counter making her way to the fridge,

"You were right last night by the way."

I glanced up at her, her body was so tense as she stood with her back to me.

"Right about what?"

Catalina reached into the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water before she made her way back to the island,

"Nobody wants me."

"I spoke out of anger last night, I didn't mean-"

"You did though,"

Her green eyes met mine, a soft wetness laid within them yet she let no tears fall as she looked at me,

"And you were correct, no one wants me, my mother treated me as if I was more of an inconvenience to her, and my father was barely around, as if he was repulsed by me, and my brothers? well, they always seemed more occupied with their lives than letting me be a part of theirs or trying to be part of mine."

She was alone. Always alone. In her own form of exile.

"After my father appointed me to run Hell, he seemed to distance himself from me, as did my brothers,"

Those first few years everything was normal but as the years went by I noticed my father and brothers stopped coming around and stopped involving me in things. They seemed to forget about me until they needed something or if something went wrong.

"Everyone seemed to push me to the back of their thoughts until something bad happened or they needed my help with something but other than that they pretty much ignored me."

Ignored was a nicer way to put what they did most of the time. After my father appointed me to Hell others began to talk. They thought there was something wrong with me, that there was something darker brewing inside me, and in a way I guess they were right.

"I also held out hope that maybe things would change, that we could turn over a new leaf and start fresh and work things out, but we couldn't. The damage was already done, and frankly, I decided if they didn't want anything to do with me then I would not honor them by having them plague my thoughts." I stood up and made my way to stand beside her,

"If your family truly cared for you, they would make the effort."

"Like Gabriel." She whispered out.

Exactly.

"Yes. Like Gabriel."

Gabriel might not be Catalina's family but from what I witnessed he was the only one who gave a damn about her, the only one who made an effort. The only one that reached out…

For a moment we just stood there, our confessions hanging between us. Two exiles with one common point.

"I know we are not friends or anything like that but I'm here if you need to talk-"

"Thanks but I think I'm gonna lay back down."

Catalina wandered back to her room before I could finish.

I was right.

There was more behind those eyes than she and Gabriel led on. There was pain and sadness and anger hiding there. But what else was she hiding exactly?

I glanced back at the unoccupied chair and for some reason, the sight of the empty chair next to me brought the slight pain in my chest back.

* * *

Catalina's POV

New message from Garrett:

I'll be there in about an hour, wear something hot ;)

Garrett had texted me during my conversation with Lucifer and honestly, I was glad. I needed the distraction tonight. I didn't want to be in my own head. I didn't want to think about my mother or father or my brothers. I just needed to be, and with Lucifer, I was getting too much into my head but with Garrett, I could get lost in something else. I picked out one of my favorite dresses to wear, a sexy long-sleeved V-neck Body con mini dress that I paired with my favorite pair of black stilettos. I spent a little extra time on my hair and makeup. As long as I looked hot Garrett would keep the drinks coming all night long and honestly that's what I needed tonight.

New message from Garrett:

Pulling up now.

I glanced at myself one last time in the mirror. I looked great and once I got a few drinks in me, I would feel great as well. I grabbed my little black purse off of my bed and headed down the hallway. The sound of the TV playing stopped me dead in my tracks.

Shit.

I didn't count on Lucifer still being in the living room. He usually retreated to his room around eleven and considering it was almost midnight, it surprised me.

"That's some outfit to lay down in." He glanced back at me from his spot on the couch,

"I'm going out,"

"I figured as much." He turned back to face the TV. There was something off about him. I just couldn't figure out what it was.

I don't have time for this.

I grabbed my keys off the counter, lacing them through my fingers, and clutching them tightly.

"Why do you hold your keys like that?"

He gestured down to the keys poking through each of my fingers. A look of curiosity painted on his face as he glanced at me and then back to the keys.

"Protection."

"Protection from what?"

I glared at him. Sometimes I forgot that he was a man. He didn't have lessons drilled into his head about things like this. He didn't have to remember to check his car before getting in, or to remember that if he felt unsafe walking at night then to pretend to be on the phone. He didn't have to worry about covering his drinks or avoiding dark alleys and underpasses. He didn't have to remember that wearing your hair down made it harder for people to grab. He didn't have to remember that if you were taken, to never let them take you to a second location.

I rushed over to the door, my hand on the handle as he spoke,

"I'll tell Gabriel you'll be home at three, Oh and Catalina, if you didn't want to speak to me you didn't have to lie. I'm an asshole, not an idiot." Abruptly Lucifer got up and began walking back to his room,

"Have a nice evening."

He can't be serious.

"I liked talking to you," I whispered, unsure if he heard me or not, and honestly I didn't have time to think about it as the sound of Garrett's horn blasted through my ears, But a part of me wished, maybe even hoped he heard me.

* * *

Lucifer's POV

I liked talking to you.

Catalina's words plagued my mind over and over again.

I liked talking to you too.

I thought it but I didn't say it and damn myself but I wanted to say it. Catalina was a lot of things but I found myself surprised about how… Easy it was to talk to her. How easy it felt to want to connect with her yet when I heard her coming out of her room, wearing that dress…

That fucking dress.

It pissed me off. She barely had enough time to rest and on top of that she was drugged last night and here she was ready to go out again and possibly open herself up to get hurt again!

It angered me that she thought so little of her life. That she had no regard for her safety.

Fuck it.

If Catalina wasn't going to take her safety seriously then someone had to step in. I grabbed Catalina's keys and headed towards the door.

What the fuck am I doing?

* * *

It wasn't that hard to find out where she was. Catalina had tagged herself at a local club downtown. I had one task tonight and that was to make sure a repeat of last night did not happen. Finding her inside the club, however, was a whole different story. The place was packed and I honestly didn't believe I would find her but I did. She was pressed up against a wall talking with some guy who radiated entitlement.

Way to pick them, Catalina.

I made to move toward her, but an annoyingly high-pitched voice stopped me,

"Well, aren't you a treasure to find?"

Great..

I looked down and saw a small blonde with big blue eyes staring back at me. Her gaze was filled with lust as she took me in.

"Not interested," I said as I returned my gaze to Catalina. The small blonde followed my gaze.

"Oh trust me you don't want her," The blonde laughed,

"She's a real piece of work, that girl will sleep with anything with a pulse. A hot mess express-"

"Watch your mouth." I sneered at her. Her big blue eyes somehow got larger. I leaned down to get nice and close to her face,

"Speak like that again about her and I will rip your tongue from your mouth and shove it up your ass.UNDERSTAND!"

Her eyes filled with terror as she scrambled away from me. Where she went I didn't know nor did I particularly care. All I cared about was that when I looked up Catalina was gone.

Where the fuck did she go!

I rushed over to where she had previously been and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw her and the guy sitting at the bar. I kept my eyes on her drink, knowing that if anything had looked suspicious I would step in. I didn't care if I had to carry her out kicking and screaming, if something looked suspicious, I was getting her out of there. If anyone so much as even attempted to harm her in any way tonight, I would kill them, I would fill this club with their blood and set their rotting corpses on fire. So far though, the only suspicious thing was her taste in men. The guy wasn't awful looking but Catalina could do so much better and based on the way he spoke and his disregard for showing the staff a shred of respect, I could tell this man was used to getting what he wanted.

Prick.

So far everything was harmless, so I sat back and watched.

* * *

Eight drinks and five shots later I was ready to cut Catalina off, yet the guy she was with seemed to want to keep the party going. Catalina had finally decided she had enough and so did I. Catalina leaned in and whispered something to the guy, causing him to smile as he took her hand in his and began heading towards the exit.

OH FUCK NO! NOT HAPPENING!

I rushed out of the building behind them, trying to get to the car before Catalina could notice me. I had to get back to the house before them. Luckily they were driving slower, trying to appear less drunk than they already were. I made it back in ten minutes, parking her car in the exact spot she left it, and raced up the stairs where I sat at the kitchen Island and waited.

* * *

Catalina's POV

3:45 AM. Not too bad. Gabriel will still be pissed but hey at least I'm home this time. When Garrett pulled up to the house I saw that the lights were still on.

I sent Garrett on his way. We both wanted more but the last thing I needed tonight was Gabriel scaring him away. So I would spend yet another night alone.

I walked up the steps leading to the front door and gently opened the door. Maybe if I could be quiet he wouldn't notice and I could just sneak into my room. I gently pried the door open and slowly began to take off my shoes.

"He's already asleep, no need to try and be quiet. Which you're failing at by the way."

You have to be fucking kidding me…

I turned and saw Lucifer sitting at the kitchen island with a book in hand. One of MY books. I walked over and attempted to snatch the book out of his hand,

"Didn't you hear me before when I said to fucking ask before touching my things!"

He chuckled. As if touching my things was a fucking joke to him.

"I'm going to fucking kill you!"

Lucifer stood as he raised his hand above his head, raising the book out of my reach,

"Don't threaten me with a good time princess,"

"I told you not to touch my damn things, and don't call me princess!"

"Have a drink with me," he said as he slid a glass of water over to me.

He's lucky I'm thirsty.

I took the glass as he nodded over to the balcony and began to walk over.

"Come, let's talk for a minute."

I rolled my eyes,

"And why do you think I would have any interest in talking to you?"

Lucifer smirked as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter,

"Besides the fact that you admitted you like talking to me, It would be very unfortunate if your books ended up on the wrong side of this lighter."

"You wouldn't dare." My eyes narrowed in on him, his eyes locked on mine as amusement ran freely around in his,

"Try me."

"Five minutes and that's it."

Lucifer's smirk still reigned on his face as he put the lighter back into his pocket, nodding his head towards the balcony.

Very well. It's a nice night anyway.

I followed him, gently shutting the door behind us.

"I wanted to apologize for what I said the other night. I had no right to say those things-" I cut him off,

"Just stop. No offense but I don't care to hear apologies."

His eyes sparked with irritation as his jaw clenched,

"You know I'm trying to be nice here."

"I don't need you to be nice to me."

"No, what you need is a smack upside the head."

"Touch me, and I will break every one of your damn fingers."

Lucifer turned to face me, that insufferable smirk still on his face,

"You'll be dead before you can even raise a hand to me, princess."

He was probably right. Yet a part of me was still willing to risk it.

It would probably be worth it.

but what he said next surprised me.

"Tell me about the library and your books." I glared at him but it seemed like an innocent question and I was still drunk enough to answer.

"Why do you want to know?" I snapped back,

"Can't I just ask a simple question about something you like?"

"I thought you didn't care enough to want to know what I liked?"

"Just answer the damn question."

I sighed, It was a simple question yet the answer wasn't so simple.

"Growing up I never really had a safe space," He turned to face me and he just stared but his eyes,

They are softer.

"Reading became my safe space when things got a little rough to handle. A place between pages where I could block out the rest of the world and just breathe. Places and characters on amazing adventures full of people that loved each other so fiercely and wouldn't judge me for what I was or what I had done."

"And what is it that you think you are?"

"A monster."

"Why do you believe you're a monster?"

Because that is what I was always told I was.

"It's what my mother always said I was."

I looked up and saw Lucifer staring at me with a curious yet intrigued look on his face.

How much do I want this guy to know?

"Gabriel said that you said you and your mother never got along?"

I nodded back,

"Nothing I ever did was good enough. I only made mistakes. It just seemed like everything I did pissed her off even more. Especially when I decided to question things that my mother believed and turned from her beliefs."

He nodded,

"You were raised-"

"My mother and father were catholic and raised my brothers to be as well, they attempted to raise me the same as well but it didn't work out so well."

"You don't believe in my father?"

I took a deep breath before answering him,

"My entire life I have been told if I wanted things to happen then to pray and he would listen and answer them and I did for a while. Nothing happened."

Growing up I had prayed and prayed and prayed for help but no one listened it seemed, and after a while, after years of unanswered prayers I began to hate him. To hate God.

"People used to ask me what God had ever done to me to make me turn from him, I used to laugh in their face, what has he done to me? besides give me an absent father and a narcissistic, abusive mother?"

A dark laugh left me as I gazed up at the dark sky that matched how I felt inside. Dark. Void. Empty.

"Where was God when my mother took that belt to my flesh? Where was he when I would pray for someone to stop her? Where was he when I prayed at night to take the pain away? Where was he when I prayed to let me fall asleep and never wake up again?"

I closed my eyes, fighting back the tears that were desperate to escape me. But I couldn't. I wouldn't cry now. There were so many nights that I had cried myself to sleep, praying that that night would be my last and I would finally get to know some sort of peace. But no matter how hard I prayed or wished, I always woke up, forced to be subjected to another day of life. After a few years, I stopped. Stopped praying to a false deity. Stopped listening to the stories. Stopped participating in the church's activities. I paid the price for it, many times. Sometimes with a belt and sometimes with words.

I opened my eyes to find Lucifer staring at me, his eyes piercing through me as if he could see every part of me. Every vulnerable piece that I had laid out in front of him.

"Your father is someone who does nothing but gets all the praise."

"I agree."

His answer surprised me. I turned to face him as he continued,

"My father is someone people will pray to for help and guidance but they will do whatever it takes to make those prayers happen and then they will thank him for their hard work. They do the work, he gets the praise. It's ridiculous."

"Indeed it is," I smirked at him as a sly smile pierced his face.

"So you left the church? what did you do then?"

I stiffened as I tore my gaze from his, looking back up at the night sky,

"I did some research, found my path, my own beliefs."

"Nyx and Hecate."

I nodded back,

"I was intrigued. The Goddess of Night and The Goddess of Magic. Two of my favorite things in this world."

"You enjoy the night and believe in magic?"

A slight smile appeared on my face,

"The night is beautiful. Most people are scared of it but I have found comfort in it and yes I do believe in magic. I believe there is magic everywhere, so long as you're willing to find it."

"And have you found magic in this world?"

"Yes, I have."

I am so going to regret this when I'm sober.

I opened my palm and closed my eyes and slowly the small familiar warmth danced around in my hand and a small ember of a flame appeared. I smiled as I looked up at Lucifer. Half expecting to see the same reaction others had had. Fear, panic, and horror but instead he looked at the tiny flame in wonder and admiration.

"How long have you been able to do that?" He asked, finally looking at me. I knew I was going to regret this. How much did I want him to know? Did I even want him to know all of this? Why would he even want to know anyway?

"Since I was a child," I said as I slowly closed my hand, extinguishing the small ember before he could touch it.

"Does Gabriel know?"

Of course, Gabriel knew. Gabriel was the only person who didn't fear me or what I could do. He protected me. Kept me safe and tried to help me keep it under control.

"Yeah, he's known for years and has been trying to help me keep it under control."

Because bad things happen when you lose control.

"When I was younger it was hard to keep it under control. I didn't want to hurt anyone but when I underwent punishments it was hard not to lash out."

It was true. I never wanted to hurt anyone. I wanted to be strong and be able to take the pain and control myself but sometimes I couldn't take it Physically or mentally, and I did end up hurting people. So many people.

"What kind of punishments?" His voice was tight as if he was restraining a part of himself. Keeping himself in check.

I took a big sip from my cup as I answered him,

"One time I didn't eat my rice for dinner, so my mother made me kneel in a corner on hard, uncooked rice for I believe it was six hours."

The scars of that night still plagued my skin. I hated it. Hated that I had been subjected to something like that by someone who was supposed to love and care for me. Some days the scars would be all I saw and I would sit in my bed for hours replaying over and over again in my head what had happened. What I had done to cause them. I glanced at Lucifer and could see the realization and perhaps sympathy in his eyes.

"When I was six I took a cookie from the snack cabinet without asking, she found out and of course, I lied about it saying I never touched the snack cabinet and she told me that if I was going to steal I might as well learn what happens to liars and thieves, she turned on the stove and slowly lowered my hand into the fire until I confessed."

Just thinking about those days made old feelings come back up. Rage. Anger. Hate. I clenched my fists and took a deep breath as I glanced over and found Lucifer staring. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but I wasn't in the mood to hear it.

"She felt no remorse did she?"

I shook my head at him. My mother was someone who believed she was always right and her behavior was acceptable. In her head everyone else was wrong and she was right.

"My brother was the same way."

"Gabriel?"

Lucifer chuckled as he glanced up at the dark sky.

"No not Gabriel, our brother Micheal, he was a bit…temperamental when he didn't get his way. Eventually, I learned to-"

"Block out the pain." I finished for him. Lucifer's eyes caught mine,

"Exactly."

We stood in silence for a while. Just glancing at the night sky as the light from the full moon cascaded over us. Gabriel had never really talked about his brothers and to be honest I never really asked about them. I knew some information about them from my time in Catholic school but there were some pieces of information missing from those stories.

"Thanks for the drink, I'll see you tomorrow." I opened the sliding glass door and made my way to my room. I don't know if he ever came inside after me but I felt his gaze on me the entire way to my room.

This is not going to end well.