"Olivia?" Lucifer shouted from afar us as the flames engulfing the body finally began to die down. I was entranced by her: she was so bold and fearless, she was everything I wanted to be. He walked onto the sidewalk and noticed the light the burning corpse emitted at the end of the alley. He approached us, slowing down and peering at the woman next to me.
"Reaper," he exclaimed. "Long time no see."
"Lucie, you haven't aged a day. Come give me a kiss," she opened her arms and he approached her reluctantly. She grabbed his head and smashed their lips together as I stood there wide eyed. They stayed that way a moment, grabbing each other until she pulled away, wiping her lipstick off his lips seductively with the tip of her thumb.
"I see you've been busy," he glanced down at the scorched body you could no longer recognize.
"I'm just having a little fun. You know I only kill the bad ones," she whispered seductively in his ear, pressing her hand to his chest. "Your little friend insisted we burn him." Lucifer looked up at me in astonishment, but I didn't break the gaze. I wasn't ashamed.
"Well, it was nice seeing you, but I really think we should head off," he said, grabbing my hand and beginning to drag me away. I took it back harshly and he turned around in surprise.
"Why?" I asked. "She's my friend."
"Don't be ridiculous," he shouted, trying to grab my hand, but I backed away next to her. His eyes travelled between us before rolling his eyes. "You killed someone together and now she's your bestie for life? Come on, we have to go," he took my arm in his hands and this time I followed him.
"I spoke to Michael," she said, making Lucifer halt in his tracks.
"What did you say?" he squinted at her.
"Your big bro," she grinned, crossing her arms over her chest. "He sure does know how to hold a grudge. He came to see me a few weeks back asking if I had spoken to you recently."
"And what did you say?" he began walking towards her but she never flinched.
"Told him the last time I saw you was decades ago. You remember that night, don't you Lucifer?" she pouted.
"Not overly well," he smiled. "I was quite drunk. Besides, it wasn't very memorable." Her seductive grinned turned into a scowl as her nostrils flared.
"He made an offer that was very hard to refuse," she went on, advancing towards him now. She knew she had the upper hand. "That I find you and hand you to him in return for the sword. You know which one I'm talking about?" Their faces were inches from each other now.
"I don't recall," he muttered lowly and she smiled.
"Don't play coy baby," she held his face in her hands, her long red nails digging into his jaw. "I refused his offer. You know you were always my favourite, but I can always call him back..." she taunted him.
"What do you want this time?" he forced a smile, his jaw tight.
"I want the sword Lucie," she breathed. "I know you have it."
"I need it, love," he shook his head with a taunting smile.
"I'm sure you can make an exception with me," she pouted and he shoved her away.
"You're wasting your time," he said, turning around to join me again.
"Lucifer!" she shouted, the dying fire soaring up in the air, many feet above her head. "I'm not here to play games. Hand me the sword or so help me, I'll make sure Michael gets your head."
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Reborn (SEQUEL TO "THE FALLEN ANGEL")Teen Fiction
After her death, Olivia needs to learn how to live again in a world she has yet to discover. With a new threat on the horizon and her past coming back to haunt her, Olivia and Lucifer's love will be tested in ways she never could have expected, but...