Chapter 29: Chapter 13.3 – Playground ~ Tell me your nightmares and fantasies

*Playground by Bea Miller. 

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Sara nudged at Lucifer’s arm with her elbow, “Ready to sit down and do fucking nothing until my dad comes back? Maybe I can get some information out of Pitch.”

Lucifer teased as he kept near Sara, “You what, going to torture him? I highly doubt you could lift a finger in harming someone.”

Sara gave him a blank stare, “Mr. Morning-star, I was going to kill Pitch if I had to. And I will kill you if you annoy me.”

“You got it wrong. It’s the other way around. If you annoy me, I will kill you.”

They stepped on an elevator as Kate looked strangely at them. Sara pressed a button to go a floor down. The elevator closed softly and it started to go down. Sara taunted back and she started to poke at Lucifer’s arm, “Is this annoying? Oh, please do try to kill me.”

“Why?” Lucifer asked, moving his arm away from her poking.

Sara did a satisfying grin as she leaned back and put her hands on the steel bars, “I would just love to see the reaction on my father’s face if you killed me.”

Lucifer gave a split thought wondering if she was insane, “How long does this elevator go down? Isn’t it just one floor?”

“The level of this floor is dug way down. In case the Heroes’ Headquarters burn down, gets explored, or some shit like your villains will do, the basement, that’s what this floor is called, in which it can be safe.

Lucifer would guarantee that not only did this basement hold prisoner...but also the sword. He tried to casually ask, “What’s in the basement?”

Sara was looking at her reflection on the steel walls, “Oh, just stuff.”

So fucking helpful. But Lucifer guessed Sara knew not to give out any information. That was common sense.

The elevator finally went to a stop and did a soft thump as the doors opened on the other side of the elevator, a different door they used than the one that lead to the cafeteria. Sara walked into a white room with a white desk and modern art on the walls. Some white-columned stools held modern sculptures.

“I would think Michael would like old-timey art.” He went towards to go into the room, but just as he was about to step out of the elevator, an invisible glass barricaded him.

The alarms sounded again.

The Devil jarred, “Not this again.”

An angel standing at a desk, almost looking like a spa employee, gave an unimpressed look, “Sara, glad to have you down here. Haven’t seen you down here for a while.” She flickered her soft brown eyes to Lucifer, “And I’m guessing you are here to see Pitch?” She tapped down on something and the alarms clamored off.

“We both are,” said Sara. She came closer to Lucifer, tipping the invisible glass, “I always wanted to see the security in action. Kinda cool.”

The angel said in a nonchalant tone, which was nice for a change, “And I am guessing you are here to keep an eye on him?”

Sara nodded as she went to a screen that was closely next to the elevator doors, tying in the pins and letting it read her fingerprints. “Did you know this screen and every other here can tell if your fingerprint that you are dead or not if the finger had been cut off someone? The magical screen can tell if blood is still rushing and if it is warm.”

Lucifer stepped out of the elevator and noted that he would not kill her when he needed to access the rooms.

“And this whole room can sense when someone is being threatened by the feeling of the blood pressure and heartbeat, so all access would become denied,” smirked Sara, seeing Lucifer’s studying question. “Anyway, let’s keep going.”

The desk angel replied, “I’ve seen on the camera that Pitch is sitting and seems to be calm.”

“Thank you,” Sara said. She passed the desk and down a small hallway. Lucifer saw blue, golden, and white heavy doors sliding open, a camera flashing a screen down at them.

A robotic girl’s voice said, “Accepted.”

“Accept me here at the headquarters, that is the first,” said Lucifer.

Sara turned on the lights to the small prison room and slumped on the floor, stretching out her legs, “It only accepted you because the desk lady let you by.”

“Does the camera let you by if someone hadn’t been approving anyone to enter this room?”

Sara guessed, “I think. It would accept father and Kate...and me, Daniel, John, probably the Seers. I don’t know.” She let out a yawn and grabbed her phone from her pockets.

Pitch leaned against the glass room, “Whatcha looking?”

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Sara glanced up at Pitch and answered back, “Stalking my dad. He’s still at the bank.”

Pitch let out a huffed of laughter, “You have like a tracking app on your phone?”

Sara sighed annoyed, “My dad wanted one for me...and not just one on my phone.” She saw Lucifer gliding across the room to the glass and she whipped out a gun from her seemingly endless cloak of weapons. She pointed the gun at the Devil, “Do something stupid and I will shoot your brains out.”

Pitch shook his head, in a disappointed tone, “You can’t hurt him. Duh.”

Sara snapped back, “I break you, duh.”

Lucifer gave the two bickering people an observation and sat down on the floor, “I guess many prisoners don’t need to have a guard in this room much?” He saw no seats, the only one inside the cell.

Sara shook her head, scrolling through her phone, “I don’t know. I guess because dad’s worried about him escaping...again.” She glanced up at the warlock, “I saw him kill you.”

Pitch couldn’t help but bark a chuckle, “Do you remember anything of the day I was executed?” He let his body slide against the glass and into a seating position, facing them.

Sara stared down at her phone, “Why?”

Pitch responded in almost an uncaring tone, “I don’t know. Just have any idea how I escaped?”

Lucifer snapped a glare at him that Sara didn’t catch.

Sara pressed her lips together, “I don’t give a fuck how you escape, Mr. Pitch. As long it didn’t involve me, I’m good.”

Even Lucifer tried to smack away a passing grin, “Interesting.” He couldn’t fathom that this was the same girl that sat in his dining room. The girl that seat in his dining room seemed innocent and angelic.

This girl seating across from him seemed...like any other teenager. And a completely different personality. But he suspected that Sara was trying to make a first impression.

“Is there like a game we could play or something?” wondered Pitch, trying to see what Sara was looking at.

Sara stared at him incredulously, “No, just suffer.” She went back to her phone.

“I heard it’s your birthday soon,” started Lucifer.

Sara didn’t answer back. There was a humming noise coming from the air conditioning.

Lucifer continued, “What do you want for your birthday?”

Sara slowly looked up at him in annoyance, “I want you to shut the fuck up.”

“Not very ladylike,” muttered Pitch, “Not sure how your father would improve your cursing.”

Sara blurted out, “He’s really not around.”

Lucifer and Pitch now looked at her with some curiosity.

Sara could feel the eyes on her again and placed her phone down, “You know, Dad trying to save the world from people like you. Doesn’t have time to do that and this…” she trailed off, wondering where she was going with this topic. Of course, Michael had time to spend with her, but for her, it wasn’t enough. Recently, she had been with her father more than usual, and she would hate to lose that connection again and see her dad busy. Michael gave her a wink or so while they locked eyes, or said morning when she went into the office or observed her training. Sara hugged herself and bundled her cloak around her, “It’s nothing.”

Pitch and Lucifer connected their eyes for the briefest seconds. Lucifer cleared his throat, “Seriously, what do you want for your birthday?”

Sara looked down at the white wooden flooring in a saddened state, “Um, I guess company and good desserts. Why?”

Lucifer crossed his legs and pressed his back against the wall, feeling the cool room. “Just asking.”

Sara said with a soft plea, “Just stop, okay. We aren’t friends or anything. Stop trying to get information out of me of some shit,” she drummed her finger once against her arm, and looked everywhere else besides at Pitch and Lucifer, feeling awkward, “We are enemies, not friends. And never will be. So, stop.”

For once, Lucifer saw a scared child uncertain why she was assigned such a heavy task to watch two of the most powerful and dangerous people on this earth. Someone who didn’t know what to do and was insecure about what was going to happen next. The look on her face of what if Lucifer tried to hurt her.

Lucifer kept thinking she was older, for she acted more mature for her age, but she was still young, really young doing these heavy responsibilities. But he wondered if he went even further and see what she would do next.

Just as he was debating what to do and Pitch was about to ask her a question, her phone buzzed and Sara picked it up. Her face lightened up as she answered happily, “Dad is on his way!”

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