21 Mother...

Sophia Anderson

Beverly Hill 

Los Angeles

"It's wonderful to see you again, Sophia. We have missed you." He said stepping back to get a better look at me. Seeing Charles was just what I needed. The old man always made me feel warm and calm. Seeing Charles made it worth taking a trip to my mother's house.

"Come, your room is ready and Ms. Blake is waiting for you in the kitchen." He said with a smile ushering me inside.

The interior hadn't changed much all the same pictures, vases and mother's favorite flowers. Though she'd redone the walls what had once been an egg shell white had now become a soft sliver. "You go on Sophia I'll take your bags up to your room." Turning around I was just about to offer the old man a hand when I remembered that Charles hates it when you try to help him do he's job. 'The pride of the working class,' is what he'd say. So instead I smiled thanked him again and followed the scent of the best Mac n cheese ever to the kitchen.

Ms. Blake had her back towards the door slicing what looked it tomato's, with a bread knife. It was the correct way to do it according to Ms. Blake anyway.

I moved towards her as quietly as possible until I was just 2 steps away before saying. "Miss me?" With the biggest smile I could manage. Which at the moment was rather subdued given everything that was going on in my life. Ms. Blake dropped her knife and whirled around quicker than any sixty five year old I've ever seen. She's just as pretty as the last time I saw her. The greying brown hair and soft green eyes, her proud brow and chin and the laugh lines of her face.

Yes, just as pretty as I remembered.

It took her a minute to recognise me to realise I was not a threat, just Sophia the girl who grow up in her kitchen. She blinked twice then smiled like she'd perfected the art. That genuine look of happiness in her eyes was so moving. I almost cried but I knew, if I started I wouldn't stop.

"Sophia? My baby." Ms. Blake had me in her arms before I could say another word. Ah, and here I thought Lucifer was the only person who could make me feel safe. I tried my best not to cry and for the most part it worked but nothing gets past Ms. B. "Oh honey, what's wrong? Why the sudden visit?" She asked ushering me onto one of comfy kitchen stools. "Nothing really. I don't want to bother you while your making something that smells so delicious, I haven't had your cooking in a really long time." She smiles and shakes her head.

"Now, now. No need to change the subject sweetie. I'm a woman after all we are born multi taskers." She kissed my forehead, fussing over me as she always has. Ms. Blake is the grandmother I wish had, kind and loving a friendly old woman I dreamed of calling my own.

Instead of the cold shoulder I often got from my mother whose own mother had past away in child birth. I use to think that's why she was so cold to me because she never had a mother of her own. An excuse on my part to give reason to her un-motherly behavior. "Don't hold back Sophia, I can cook and listen. I haven't seen you in such along time. Tell me everything?" Those soft green eyes had always been a great comfort to me. So alone in my childhood kitchen with one of my most trust companions I felt safe enough to unburden myself. At least a little.

So... I told her of the many recent changes in my life. My promotion, my new case load I even told her about the break in. The shock of which she took rather well considering her age. But it was nice to share my life with her.

However I could not seem to bring myself to speak about... him. He's betrayal was still to fresh in my mind. I could still feel him when he caught me in he's arms. I could still remember how safe I'd felt in that moment when I realized it was Lucifer, my Lucifer. Only to have it all taken away by the same man who's very presence made me feel as if the world could end in that moment and as long as we were together it wouldn't matter.

"Sophia." Ms. Blake's voice brought me back. Thinking about him, hurts. Suddenly I was overcome with exhaustion coupled by a pounding headache.

Lucifer Knight thinking about you hurts!

"Sophia hon, you don't look so good why don't you go lay down huh?"

"Ah, yes I. I think that's a good idea. We'll talk more after a short nap okay?" Getting up I start heading to my room. Trying my hardest not to think at all. Not of him and not about the memories that came to mind about the walk to my room. Unwell and alone, that's was flu season in this house was like. Ms. B and Charles were as big a help as they could be. But when your young and ill you crave your parents attention their touch and comfort.

My mother did believe in stuff things, she believed in herself and valued independence. As an individual there was nothing wrong with that, but as a mother her independence always came before me.

I didn't see Charles around on the way up to my childhood bedroom. It had been a while since I'd gone to the kitchen maybe he gave Ms. Blake and I sometimes to catch up. He'd always been good at knowing when to step away. I didn't care to look around my room and cringe at the memories. As soon as I closed to the door I kicked off my shoes climbed in bed and went right to sleep.

When I woke up it was dark out and though I felt much better. I suspect it would not be for long as Charlotte Anderson had taken a seat on my couch. She was just there sitting quietly drinking tea and I suspect watching me sleep. Which was a terrifying thought.

"Mother..."

Lucifer Knight

Knight Office Building

New York

He left! Flew away with that same self righteous look in he's eye. Arrogant and proud! Confident that I wouldn't be able to protect her, confident that he like always was right!

Az hovered there not ten feet off the ground. His midnight wings beat a steady and calm rhythm a complete contrast to my heart.

Which beat with rage of a thousand feud. My anger it called to it, the darkness burning in the core of my being. My bloodlust summoned it forth and I was consumed by the power of Hell.

By the power of the pit! I could not see anything expect the darkness I could not hear anything expect it soft whispers its gentle, sweet promise of destruction and release. It enclosed me in it's powerful embrace, begging me to use the power it offered. I wanted to, oh how I wanted too.

But somewhere in the back of my mind another voice spoke to me. It was Sophia's voice. Sophia yes Sophia I needed to find her and apologize.

I needed to get her back! It was through Sophia I managed to push the dark power of the pit away. I will find her and I will protect her even if I have to kill Michael and all he's toy soldiers to do it. Even if I had to burn the world to drag my father's paradise to hell. I would, I'd protect her!