#exrpiest

                         The Devil was not normally one for lures, but when he’d found out that Waverly had vanished and no one, not even Nicole had seen her, he had to follow the lure. The night was drawing in fast; revenants and rogue demons would be coming out to play even more so now and with the child of an Angel walking amongst them   ---   well, Lucifer could not bear to think of such things.

                   He found himself drawn into the abandoned abattoir; the infernal shrieking drawing him further into the building. Lucifer had promised this to his Brother; he’d promised to protect his niece. Besides, who better to put revenants or demons at bay than the Devil himself?

          “ Waverly?! ”        Lucifer yelled out as loud as he could only for the shrieking to cease. His eyes now looked about frantically as he searched the place store by store in hopes to find her. She’d no doubt be strung from a meat hook in one of them but the Devil just hoped he could get to her before any revenant or demon had their way with her.

“I have neither the time nor the patience for tip-toeing about the bush. What questions do you hold for me?”

“Do I, little angel?”, his smile was sharp and bright and would have been at home on the face of a hyena. “Think that? What else do you think, I think?”

His bejeweld hands danced through the air between them, punctuating each word with a tap of his finger as if conducting an invisible orchestra. He had stooped to bring himself on her eye level, tilting his head like a bird. “I would love to find out what’s up here. In your opinion.”, his tone might have been mocking or just that odd madness that seemed to grow like a cancer in his mind every time he was sent to hell and again his fingers underlined the words with a tap-tap-tap, this time against the stubbled side of his head.

  “ maybe you and officer hotpants should just put a sock on the door.  or over the whole entire homestead.   tell me to sleep at shorty’s.   SOMETHING, waves-- “