::Lucifer's POV::

"So happy for you to come and see me after a day in your new boring life," my best friend or whatever , Llorona, says from walking around the bar to me. I fix my suit jacket and sit down, smiling at her. She followed me through the gates of hell when I decided to leave. For some reason, even in hell, we've had a connection. Mortals here have say it's friendship. But she is a weird one...who the hell drowns their children? Maybe disown them and send them to spend an eternity is misery, but not drown them.

"Yes, I thought I would come by to see how you've been running the place and I could use a few drinks myself," I say. She crosses her arms and makes her way to the main entrance door, telling the two buff bouncers that they can start allowing people in. The first thing I did when I got to Earth was open this place, somewhere that was full of partying, alcohol, women, and sex; all my favorite things. I just got lucky with there being a penthouse at the third story, the second being a library.

You may be thinking, shouldn't you be causing major world destruction, stealing souls, making deals, killing people? No, that isn't my doing; if anything I prefer to stay to myself unless someone comes to me I'm more than happy to help. I don't kill, I've never taken life, I only punish those who deserve it.

The whole professor thing is just a hobby for me, something to do with my time when the club isn't open. Of course I could just fuck Llorona until opening, but the would get boring after too long. Quite honestly, I enjoy teaching, being able to use my knowledge in...religion is finally coming in useful.

The only problem is a certain student I have, Aceldama Starling. Since I first seen her walk in with her friend she caught my attention, which is strange cause usually it's me who catches others attention. The way she was dressed, it made me sick to my stomach. The way she talked, made me want to punch a wall. But the way she wasn't intimidated by me, now that intrigued me.

She's beautiful in the most innocent way. Her angelic nature radiates off her and you can see it from miles away how pure she is. I'm convinced she is just that; an angel. What else would be testing me so much? This is exactly something my father would do to make me realize Earth isn't the place for me and make return to my ruling.

"So, how's the new job working out for you?" Llorona asks as she walks back to her place behind the bar and starts pouring us drinks.

"Quite interesting actually. They believe I'm unfit to teach the class because of my lack of belief in my father, and this one girl... she's a strange little thing," I tell her, pressing my lips to the thin glass. We really have to get thicker cups. The alcohol has no effect on our bodies other than a small buzz, we can't get drunk off it like humans.

"What do you mean by strange?" She asks, leaning in on her elbows. Her breasts nearly pop out of the black leather corset she's wearing.

"I mean I think my father sent down an angel to toy with me." Her brows draw together in confusion. It doesn't make sense, but does at the same time. He wouldn't want to punish one of his angels by sending them to mess with me, but he would want me to see...light and clarity. That's all he ever wanted, but I was too rebellious to see that or care.

"Well poor her," she says sarcastically. "How bout you give her a good scare?" She suggests with a evil smirk and glint in her brown eyes. Usually there's nothing more I would want to do, but I want to investigate her; find out why she seems so different.

"I think I'll let her have some more sane hours before I turn her mad," I say, setting my now empty glass down and standing up. The music gets louder the closer I get to where everyone is dancing. I make another mental note to get the couches placed differently to reduce the walking hassle.

"Well look who it is, the man of the hour himself," a feminine voice says from the couch to the right of me. I smile down at her and her friend, extending my hand. She is quite pretty with clurly red hair and nice bone structure. She's in her early forties, older than I appear.

"Tis I, and who might you two be?" I ask, sitting down on the leather stool.

"I'm Zeena," the women with straight, blonde, soccer mom hair says. She looks more like she going to church rather than a night club.

"I'm Rose Starling," the red head says. Starling, Aceldama Starling.

"Do you by any chance know a Aceldama?" I ask. I don't understand why I'm mixing business with pleasure.

"Yeah, she's my daughter," she says with a prideful smile. I can only spot a small resemblance.

"I have her in my religion's class," I say. She chuckles at the coincidence. "Very good girl you have."

"Yeah, she really is," she says, batting her lashes at me. Her mother so far seems to be my best bet with getting information. "But no matter how much I love her, tonight is so I can forget about the fact I'm a worried mother." I grin, locking eyes with her.

"I can help with that," I tell her. Her cheeks flush pink.

"Is that so?"

"I'm a man of my word."

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::Aceldama's POV::

"Mom!" I yell, setting my bag down and looking around the house that seems to be completely empty. Her car is parked out front, but she isn't anywhere to be seen. Usually, she's in the kitchen or backyard, both I've checked in failure.

"Sorry," she says, running out of her room in a orange silk robe. Alex would be disappointed to see she still has that thing.

"You're just getting up? It's almost one in the aft- Mr.Hellfire." He walks up behind my mom, buttoning his cufflinks. Oh. My. God.

"Hello, Miss. Starling," he says, offering me his hand. I hesitantly shake it out of my natural politeness. "I was just leaving. I'll see you tomorrow in class, yeah?"

"Of course," I say, forcing a smile. He grins at my mom before walking out. "DID YOU TWO SLEEP TOGETHER? L-LIKE SEX!?" I yell in shock. She grins, obviously proud of herself.

"Well yeah," she says. "Listen, my friend and I went to his club, we started talking, next thing you know...well I'll spare you the details." I shudder, having to sit down. My mom had sex with my offensive professor.

"W-why?" I find myself asking. Stupid, so stupid of me to ask.

"The real question is, why not? Have you seen the man? And...well... he's big."

"MOM!"

"WHAT!?"

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"Did you have sex with my mom?" I ask, setting my paper down in front of Mr. Hellfire. I'm too tired for this, but I refuse to believe that...THAT actually happened. He looks up, checking to see if anyone else is present. No one else is here yet, I made sure to come in early just for this.

"Yes, I thought me coming out of her room yesterday made that quite clear. It was good, too." I cross my arms. How could my mother stoop so low? Sure he's drop dead handsome and his voice could bring anyone to their knees, and those eyes....STOP ACE!

I have to get myself together. Glaring at him, I make eye contact. He grins, I can't tell if it's sarcastic or not.

"I would appreciate it if you stayed away from my mother. It's inappropriate to have to have relations with your students parents, especially sexual ones." He gets up, walking to me. I tense at his now close presence.

"But why? Would you rather be in her place?" The way the words dance out of her lips is like velvet makes my knees wobble, wanting to melt to gush. I release a uneven breath, trying to break our eye contact, but I can't seem to do it. "Would you rather it be you who I fuck?"

"T-thats very inappropriate, sir," I say. He tilts his head to the side. "I mean, Lucifer."

"Correct, now please take a seat. People should be showing soon now."

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::Lucifer's POV::

"Miss. Starling, may I have a word with you?" I ask as people start filing out. "I would like to discuss what you wrote in your assignment about faith. You spoke on something I wasn't expecting." She visibly tenses, her demeanor changing right before me.

"You said what was written would be confidential," she says, hands shaking at her sides. "I don't want to talk about what I wrote." I stand up, walking around my desk, getting angrier and angrier as I remember what she wrote about her ex. My fists clench.

"What you wrote, was that true? About your boyfriend threatening you? Hitting you?" I ask in disgust. She glare daggers at me; she's sending me back to hell with just a look.

"I don't want to talk about this." I step closer, so close I can smell her lemon and rose perfume.

"Was it true, Angel?"

"Yes! Why would I lie about having an abusive ex boyfriend, for God's sake!" She snaps, finally loosing it.

"Oh please, do not bring him into this," I say, rolling my eyes. She scuffs, shaking her head. How is she challenging me? "Who would dare hurt an angel?" Not even I would do that. I would be damned more than I already have been.

"I'm not a freaking angel!"

"And I'm not that devil," I say, carrying along her little play.

"If you're the devil, why do you care so much about this? Wouldn't this make the devil happy?" I get such a bad wrap. I don't want people harmed or to come to me at their end, but it's what I must deal with.

"Trust me, I don't like this one bit, my angel," I say, knowing the pet name gets on her nerves. I want to push her until she exposes what she truly is.

"I have to get to my next class," she says. "Have a good day, Lucifer."

"You too, Ace." Once I'm sure she's far gone and no one is coming in or out any longer, I lean against my desk and look up at the ceiling. "Come on, dad," I say. "Why bring me an angel? What's she supposed to do to me?"

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This boys room smells like heavy vanilla and the after scent of vacuuming. I sit in the corner chair, waiting for him to come home. I convinced his mother to let me in, saying I would repay her on my way out. Usually I have Llorona on these punishment runs with me, but she would question my loyalty if she knew I was defending the human.

"Yeah, mom. I'll be right back out," the boys voice says from outside the voice; it's caught somewhere between boyhood and puberty. He opens the door, dropping his backpack down and closing it again. He gasps when he notices my presence.

"Oh don't stop, finish what you were doing. I can wait" I say, gesturing from him to carry on. He licks his lips anxiously, looking around for a weapon. He grabs a wooden baseball bat, making me laugh. I get up and slowly start making my way towards him. "So tell me, how does it feel to suddenly feel powerless in a one on one?"

"What do you mean?" He asks, his voice shaking. Mortals fear of me is pathetic. He swings the bat at me. I grab it once it's close enough, stopping the inpact and pushing it towards him so he falls. I stand over him, gripping his white collar.

"Beating your girlfriends, degrading them," I say, making sure he knows my reasoning. His breathing picks up even more at knowing he's been exposed. He suddenly tries fighting back at me, but I stay put. "STOP!" I yell. He flinches, squeezing his eyes shut. "THERE'S A SPECIAL PLACE IN HELL FOR PEOPLE WHO BEAT THEIR PARTNERS!" My eyes flashing red as my true form fights to come out, flashing it at him. He shouts in horror of what he's just seem and knowing whose he's dealing with. "I'll be sure to leave you a spot."