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*trigger warning Describing and mentioning scars*

He hastily stood. In a panic or anger, he didn't know. All he knew was that he needed to know what was on her arms. More so why.

"What are those?" he questioned with a stern voice.

He knew what they were. Of course, he did! They were scars. Clearly scars, but that didn't mean he knew what from. His stern voice and tall structure only caused her to push back further, knocking over the table and tripping. She fell over the table and landed with her arms holding her back up and her legs drawing into her. The new position gave Lucifer view of other scars coating her arms. The inner of her elbows. Her wrists. Her upper arms. They were all covered in scars. Some being thick, bold, lines. Others being thin, sharp, or ripped-looking. His heart broke at the sight. They clearly weren't self-inflicted, which made his ire (Ire means anger) flare. But he reminded himself that he couldn't allow his quick temper to take him. He had to tone himself down for the cowering figure in front of him. He knelt down and his features softened.

"I'm sorry, love. I just-" he thought for a moment. Why did he break like that?

"I don't want to see you hurt. Please forgive me." He said in a sorry tone.

The devil apologizing and asking for forgiveness? Who knew?! But he guessed it was the fact that it was his child. She looked back at the table, past the man in front of her. He followed her gaze to his glass of scotch. His brows furrowed before his eyes widened.

"I'm not a violent drunk. I just drink for the taste, love." He pointed out gently, realizing why she was scared of him. It didn't take a genius given the situation. She looked away and gave him a soft 'i'm sorry'.

"It's quite alright," he responded as he offered his hand to her and stood. '

She didn't take his hand (again) and stood on her own, turning around to check the mess she made. She picked up the table and sat it back the way it was then picked up the box that fell off of it. The box had odd writing on it that she swore she recognized. She stared at it, examining and analyzing the symbols. She guessed she was right because -from the symbols- she made out some words, but not in any certain or important order.

"Do you like it?" He asked curious as to why she was staring at it.

"N-no I- " she stumbled nervously as he chuckled.

"I just- the writing looks familiar." She said and his chuckling came to a sudden halt.

*Lucifer's P.O.V.*

Familiar? Could she read it? Come to think of it...... what gave her those scars? She's part human, sure! But only part. Nothing hurts me so only a few things should damage her. Right? Unless....... She was near the detective. Maybe she's her weakness too. But why would the detective be around her long enough for her to have so many scars?

"It's the language spoken in hell" I pointed out.

"H-hell?" She asked curiously, tilting her head slightly.

"Yes. That is the language demons like Mazikeen speak" I clarified.

"Why is it here?" She asked, tilting her head like in confusion towards the box.

"I brought it here, of course," I said, honestly.

"From hell?" She repeated the name like it was merely a city or state.

"Yes. Do you know what hell is?" I asked.

"N-no, not really. A- a few kids told me that's where I was going through" It wasn't a lie. No. It was a deeper truth. There was more to the story.

"Do you know about heaven?" I asked, gauging where to start the story.

"K-kinda. It's a place for good people. " She responded.

"Yes, well...... There's also Hell. Bad people go there to be punished" I said gently.

I didn't want to scare her off. It is better she knows this so if any of my siblings show up for her she is aware. Maybe it is better that Amenadiel covers this? He can tell it better than I could. I will ask Amenadiel to do this.

"I will have my brother explain this. He will make it easier than I." I stated

She opened her mouth to speak but didn't. She seemed to do that often. Hold her tongue I mean.

"You don't have to hold your tongue around me,-" I said with a smile.

She looked shy but I could see the fire in her eyes. She was a fighter. Very obviously, but she just nodded her response. I internally sighed. I knew that this was one thing I had to be patient with. She was rubbing her arm again bringing my attention back to the dozens of scars she had.

"What happened? If I may ask" I said gesturing to her arms.

She let out a shaky breath.

"I- " She began. 

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