Chapter 28: Chapter 13.2 – Playground ~ Welcome to the playground, follow me.

*Playground by Bea Miller. 

 

Her voice snaked in her thoughts. It was Sal’s. Maybe because he reminds you of who you are. You both are reflections of each other.

“Shut up!” Sara screamed and punched the brick wall with an angry thrust. She wanted Sal to stop talking to her like that. Every time he talked to her, Sara felt like she was losing control and had no sense of thinking. It’s like he wanted her and if just for a moment she let go of herself, just try to be herself and feel free, he would at any minute snatch her up like she was a free kitten.

Lucifer looked at her in confusion. For the first time, he felt some kind of little bite of remorse, “I didn’t—“

“Not about you,” Sara responded breathlessly, her breaths heavy as if she had been crying nonstop. She studied him for a second, and then looked down at her bleeding knuckles and nearly welcomed the pain, “What were you going to say?

Lucifer did a passing smile to dismiss how stupid his remark was going to be, “I didn’t know you had anger issues.”

Sara blinked at him, “I didn’t know that my father was actually right about you.” She threw up her hands as if that was her excuse for her outburst of emotions. Maybe it was.

Lucifer cast his eyes down as a thought came across him: Or she is going through something.

They walked down into the less nice side of San Francisco. They reached into an alley that was deserted and far away from people. Sara said, “If you have any weapons, I need them. Or anything that could be threatening to the headquarters.” She motioned her hand for him to give herself. “Or I could pat you down and both of us don’t want that.”

Lucifer frowned but if he was going to get the sword and Pitch out, he had to hand over his weapons and didn’t want to be patted down, “Promise me you will give them back.”

Sara gave out her pinky, “I pinky promise.”

Lucifer wondered if she was too old for that, but he hooked his pinky to hers. “This isn’t how I do deals you know.”

A radiant smile crossed Sara’s face and Lucifer noted that she resembled a little of Michael in her characteristic face, “I know you have to sign your blood on a contract and that shit.” She heaved a sigh, “Now, weapons.”

Lucifer uplift his shirt, revealing a silver pistol, one knife that looked like a dead thing that carved out hearts, and a dagger for probably torturing if Sara had to guess correctly. These items were held up in a loop of his pants. He handed them to Sara, who tucked them in her cloak.

Lucifer questioned, “Isn’t your cloak heavy by now? Doesn’t your neck hurt?”

Sara took out swirling marbles in her hand, rolling them in her hands, as she replied, “I’m used to wearing my cloak all the time.” She dropped a marble onto the deep ground. The marble rolled on the floor, no portal coming to life. Sara gazed up at Lucifer’s dark chocolate eyes, “Behave yourself, or I will carve your heart with your knife.”

“I’m here to help,” answered Lucifer, locking eyes, seeing a questioning speckle in her coal eyes.

“Sure,” Sara answered, scooping her eyebrows downward, “going to help with what exactly?”

“With Thomas Pitch?”

Sara deepened her eyes into a suspicious glare and put her foot over the marble, “You are just like a typical villain. You will help us I’m certain, but what’s your gain? I know you didn’t have the right footing with Pitch when he nearly killed your sidekick if I’m right. So, at least we can agree that we want him dead and I’m sure my father will be thrilled to hear that you want to…” she cleared her throat, “’ help’ us.”

Before Lucifer could reply, Sara stumped on the marble and it ruptured. She let a shriek as she fell in unexpectedly and Lucifer couldn’t control his laughter. He jumped in, feeling the strange calmness of the feeling of cool, still water when he went through the portal. He found himself in a dome-looking room. “I haven’t been here in ages.” The portal vanished.

“I think that’s a good thing,” remarked Sara. “Follow me unless you want to have the whole place be ablaze with angels on you in a few seconds.”

 

Guards were stationed around and cameras were on. Angels glared at Lucifer and turned their gazes to Sara. Sara held up her hands as some angels nervously grabbed their guns and one of them spurted wings, “I think my father would’ve texted you or whatever to warn you that the Devil is here.”

The angels didn’t unlock their eyes on Lucifer and felt the protection of the dome.

An angel said in a snappy tone, “I can’t believe Michael would let you watch the Devil. You guys are a match in hell.”

Sara gave him a blank, not happy face “He’s not my type and I will kick him in the nuts if he starts doing something stupid.” She muttered how much she wanted to kick all the angels here as she walked through the security bars.

They flashed red and a whining siren blared out.

Sara let out a cringy grunt, “Do we have to do this?”

An angel nearly let out a smirk and tossed a Bible at her. Sara glanced at Lucifer, her cheeks blushing. She didn’t understand why she was embarrassed by this. Her palms became sweaty and the Bible accidentally slipped from her hands. The Bible fell on the floor upside down with a thud, it’s pages opened.

Sara dropped her mouth, “I’m so sorry.” She pulled the Bible back up and quickly placed it on a desk. Her hands tucked behind her back and her lips chewed, as she looked down at the patterned flooring. If her father was here to see that, she would be so fucking screwed.

Lucifer glanced around at the tension of the guarded angels staring at her with mouths opened.

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“Disrespecting us like that?” gasped a guard.

Sara couldn’t even form words, her face flushed with some color Lucifer was surprised to see. She basically was a ghost in her color.

“Everyone makes a mistake,” said Lucifer, calmly, “Respect that.” He slide his eyes to the Bible for the briefest second and went through the detective bars. His mind was on what the Bible was for. The room went wild. Red flashes made the room look like a crazy red party room and a breaking shrill of alarm went off.

“Fuck,” Sara said, rolling her eyes. She expected that all the alarms would be off for now. Sara stormed to one of the security guards, seeing angels flood into the room in a moment’s beats. She snatched a card from a clip on the angel’s uniform pants. She walked with big strides across the room and slammed the card against the alarm system. She put her hand over the screen so Lucifer couldn't see as she typed the pin numbers in.

The room went dead silent and it seemed everyone was catching their breaths.

Sara boomed out her voice to the angels, catching all of them by surprise by the strong authority voice coming out of her exquisite self, “You should hear from the other angels and code silver that a high-ranking demon is coming, in which he is allowed to come in. As Michael’s...umm, daughter, I order you to go back to your stations.” She nodded firmly to them.

They all gave her a blink and one of them said, “That’s the Devil. Are you blind?"

Sara tightened her sore knuckles and replied coldly, “An angel disobeying Michael’s orders?”

The angel swallowed hard, “That’s not what I meant.”

Sara chuckled and took a step forward, crossing her arms behind her back, staring at the angel’s glossy, sharp blue eyes, “You meant that you just don’t trust me. And not trusting me...is not trusting Michael?” She looked down at her nails almost in a bored visage look, “And if I remember correctly, Michael trusted me to be put in as the second-highest-ranking here at the Heroes’ Headquarters.” She glared with a wicked grin, “Should I report you to my father?” She took a step back, sinking in everyone’s gazes, and opened her arms in almost a welcoming approach. “We have a system here for a reason,” she glanced down to the name tag of the angel who spoke to her, “Eve—and it is not to be broken.” She turned to everyone else, “So go. Before I change my mind to banish you from Heaven.”

The angels gawked at her and some whispered in astonishment if she could do that.

Sara stared at them with a cold gaze, “Fine, who wants their wings stripped first?”

The angels slammed against each other as they tried to scatter out of the check-in room, their footsteps echoing on the marble, slippy floor. After a few seconds of chaos, the room was once more in perfect order, the rest of the guards back to where they were, nervously holding their posters as they gave frightening looks to Sara.

Sara shrugged in a dashing grin. She whirled out of the room and let the glass panel slide to a close.

Lucifer gave an impressive look and was intrigued by the fact Sara choose to speak of such violence than peace like Michael, “I didn’t know you could banish angels from Heaven.” He scoffed with a smile.

Sara chuckled as she walked down to the long hallway leading into the main doors of the headquarters, “Nah, my father can do that. I didn’t lie to them I could banish them from Heaven, I didn’t say: ‘I will banish you from Heaven.’ Only before I change my mind to banish you from Heaven. I personally can’t…” She gave a glance back to Lucifer, “You know what I mean. I can’t banish angels from Heaven. Anyone can strip their wings, easily done. I have never done that before, but I heard it’s not that hard.” She sighed as she came into the main room, “That’s how I earn my respect here and that doesn’t do much.”

Lucifer commented, interested, “You weren’t lying about being the second-highest ranking here.”

“Yeah, no one sees me as that here,” Sara answered in a dismissive tone. “I don’t either, so, that’s not the point, Mr. Morning-star.”

Kate came next to Sara, doing a harsh glare at Lucifer, “He will tear this place apart. Keep an eye on him.”

“I can hear you, you know?” muttered Lucifer, looking at the cafeteria and Michael’s door to his office. He peaked in at the kitchen and looked up at a big menu posted on a chalkboard on the kitchen outside wall that could be seen. “I heard the menu changes every day.”

“Yep,” said Sara, “I love when they do Taco Tuesday once a month and Wednesday Hamburgers every other week.” She patted down her stomach, “My stomach thanks me.”

“Your nonexistent stomach,” remarked Kate, “Have you been getting thinner?”

Sara batted the comment away, “What do you want?”

Kate crossed her arms as she saw Lucifer picking up an apple from the fruit stand, “I need a favor.”

Sara grunted a heavy sigh, “Like I’m not already watching the Devil.”

Kate said, trying to sound cheerful, “It’s an easy task, you can watch Lucifer and Pitch! We need someone to keep an eye out on that warlock bastard until Michael comes back to gather up someone who he trusts, and I don’t think watching someone behind bars is that hard.”

Sara pointed out, “Unless they are trying to kill you.”

Kate gave Sara her best puppy, begging eyes, “Please.”

Sara gave her a snobby look, “Let me guess, you want to go out on a date with Andrew or do something with him. But I beat Daniel and John will probably want you to keep an eye out.”

Kate did a pouting look, “Please.” She cupped her hands together in a pleading state.

Sara caved in, “Fine, but you fucking owe me.”

“Deal, whatever,” smiled Kate.

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