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Michael Demiurgos, the twin of Lucifer Morningstar, found himself sitting at a desk. His thoughts racing as he considered his past. Distinct flashes of the moment he lost his wings to his twins cruelty. His fall from heaven. How along he had truly become. His present, had been that he found solace in the house of a therapist. As for his future, that remained to be seen.
For the reader's understanding, it's important to note that despite all appearences this version of Michael isn't as dastardly as he would seem. As the narrative is influenced by the thoughts of the one who creates it; this story does not have such bias. Instead, this is a recounting of Michael's story that lead into him creating his own story.
Michael had spent several days-well into a week- at the therapist Linda's place. An invited guest yet already he could tell his prescence had been becoming overbearing. In the way that a guest bumbing on your couch would be, though less likely to admit it.
Michael had been having trouble finding employment given his circumstances so instead he turned to the one solace he did have. Writing. A calm activity for oneself to escape into the imagination. To distract ones thoughts to imagine a world that isn't as cruel. Not as unforgiving as Michael knew his father had been.
Michael found an old notebook lying around and started to write in it. He spent hours sat on that couch, curled up with a blanket as he kept writing until his hand started to cramp. Page after page he detailed a story of a man, a broke man, trying to justify his reasoning for killing a woman.
Now, dear reader, a similar situation happened in the police precinct as Lucifer and Detective Chloe Decker receieved a new case. Annmarie Flynn, 35, had been found dead outside of her apartment.
Detective Decker and Lucifer arriving on the scene as per usual...
“She looks just like abuelita,” Ella spoke up as she noticed the two arriving. Ella had arrived several hours early of course, she crouched down as she took several more pictures.
“Sorry, right, you want the details. This is Annmarie, neighbours said they heard a loud thump and glass breaking around 2am,”
“Looks like there should be security footage,” Chloe noted as she spoted the security camera on the front door.
“So weird that whoever did this didn't take out the camera..” Ella added,
“Maybe the cheeky devil wanted us to know about it,” Lucifer chimed in with his usual sass, causing Chloe to roll her eyes.
Decker went ahead into the house to get a better look on how the body had ended up outside. She circled through the house to find the right window. This was on the second-story of the house. A straight fall down is the trajectory. Only bits and pieces of the glass from the window remained as the main chunks surrounded where the body had ended up.
Chloe noted the bits of dried blood along the edges as the impact likely case all kinds of cuts. The unusal part of this scene had been the piece of fabric left behind. A faint outline of a shoe print right on the carpet.
Ella had joined them upstairs moments after.
“Good eye, Decker. I was just about to grab that. The shoe tracks don't look like any chancla I know so it must be from our perp. As for the fabric... I'll see if I can get anything going with the lab,” Ella added as he took the evidence baggie from Decker.
“Oh, I know that face. What's on your mind, Detective?” Lucifer added, his usual teasing tone seeping in as he saw the gears turning in her mind.
“Something's not quite right. It doesn't look like our guy pushed her out of the window. The way the body landed looked more like she fell backwards. So question is... why did she fall? What lead her to be up here? Who was here with her and why didn't they stop her?” Decker continued, she searched the room for any other kinds of answers she could muster up. First checking the room then trailing back down towards the crime scene to inspect it further.
“Maybe our killer wanted to see her fall. A real sadist that enjoyed watching her fall to her death,” Lucifer commented though of course his mind went to the more despicable side of humanity.
“Or it could have been an accident,” Chloe conterpointed, as she checked the body. Not really noticing any defensive wounds. The woman seemed... peaceful even in her death.
“Accident? No, don't be foolish. Whoever this killer is must have done it on purpose,” Lucifer's voice carrying a slight whine as he preferred to punish a bad person rather then the complicated mess of it being 'an accident'.
Michael kept on writing, the scene playing rather clearly in his mind of the young man Evan McGregor comitting the crime. Positioned right near the second story window as the woman stood before him.
“Evan, please. We can work something out, yes? Let's sit and have talk then everything better,” she tried to explain though her voice trembled. The vulnerability of the setting making her uneasy. How Evan's body loomed over her, how close her body is to the window, how trapped she felt in that moment. Her back facing the window, she took uneasy steps away from Evan yet the space left between her and the wall is closing, fast.
Evan had her right where he needed her to be. The uneven power of the situation being to his benefit. “We are beyond stage of talking. You must understand that this is not about you. This is all for greater good,” Evan took steps forward when she took steps back until finally the woman fell through the window. Evan leaned away from catching her. Instead watching her body break the glass then fall flat to the ground, face up. He watched as she slowly bled out on the street.
Her body twitching slightly until finally she stilled. Dead. Evan watched for several moments, his mind racing on his actions. She is gone. Finally gone. I killed her. No. I didn't touch her. Gravity killed her.
Evan fleed the house, grabbing any semblance of cash he could and ran out the back.
Michael finished this scene pleased with how it ended though he knew there still had been more to be done. What would become of Evan? Would he get away with it? What about the woman? Would no one mourn her? All thoughts that crossed his mind as he took a momentary pause in writing to take a moment to plot out more.
The trail to finding Annmarie's killer had grown cold for the moment. The killer seemingly going underground after fleeing the scene. Their investigation turning more to the family.
Evan's mind now unfolded as Michael continued writing.
It like I said. For the greater good. All this money she had is mine.... I can finally escape. I can be free. But... I'm not free. I'll never be free. Oh god... what have I done?
Oddly enough Michael found himself writing about Evan in church. It amused him to think that this is what humans did when seeking forgiveness. To plead for his father to just make it all go away.
Not even I can be forgiven by god... what I have done is terrible crime. But please... spare my sorry existence. For I am nothing. Nothing compared to you, O god.
Detective Decker found herself in the familiar situation of standing in a church. Talking to a priest. Lucifer on the other hand refused. He vowed to never return to a church so he just remained outside. Like a child waiting for their parent to hurry up so they could leave.
“Annmarie was such a lovely woman. I'll never forget her cookies, she could make anyone feel close to god with her smile,” the priest spoke, clearly she had a positive influence on the community.
“Did she have any fights with anyone recently after service?” the priest shook his head no. “Not to my knowledge,”
“Calls us if you know anything more,” Decker handed the priest her card as she started to head out though something else caught her attention. A glint of something, or someone in the confessional booth. She didn't want to pry yet she found herself sneaking over towards there. Her ear close to catch the faintest of words.
She kept to the side as she noted the familiar tone of the priest in contrast to this new voice. A male's. Her attention caught right on the mention of 'murder'.