Dedicated to JerrytheGiraffe for writing my favourite Louis fic ever, Sorcery!

Just in case some of you didn't understand - this isn't a new part to Lucifer. I'm adding the sequel (which was originally posted as a single book) onto this story. So, if you're thinking this is new, I'm sorry, it's not! That is, unless you never knew the sequel had been sitting on my profile for a year after the first story, aha!

MELANIE FLINCHED AS SHE CAREFULLY sat herself down on her bed. Her injuries from the car crash were still in the process of healing; the cut on her forehead had faded to a bruise and her broken ribs remained tender to the touch. Sometimes the slightest movement made a small, uncomfortable gasp fall from her lips. Luckily, her wounds were nowhere near as excruciating as they had been when she had first opened her eyes in that hospital room. There were several black and blue bruises on her chest, all from the impact of the steering wheel crushing into her rib-cage two months previously.

Two months previously.

Melanie remembered it all, every last detail of that day. She remembered her terrible accident due to the betrayal of two close friends; arriving in a strange place known as The Beyond, where everything played out like a black and white movie; discovering she was dead and then meeting none other than The Devil himself. Louis, she corrected herself. He preferred 'Louis' as opposed to his many other names. Not only was it difficult to accept the fact that she had met Satan, but to also try and deal with the knowledge that she had been dead for a certain period of time.

"Ow," she grumbled as she readjusted herself. "Fuck." It didn't hurt terribly much - just enough to make her wince.

Once she was settled and comfortable, Melanie tugged the duvet up over her stiff legs, smiling as the pain in her body slowly diminished into a numb. At least it doesn't hurt as much as it did last month, she realised with a grimace.

Last month, when she had been released from the hospital, she had left with several medicines pumped into her system, making her feel woozy and intoxicated. She was exhausted and so heavily drug-infused, that all she had wanted to do was sleep. Forever.

One thought that came with her drowsy state was: maybe if I sleep for ages, seventy years won't seem so long any more? For all she was dazed, her story of being in The Beyond with Louis remained her secret.

Upon his visit last month - as he had promised - Melanie was embarrassed when she realised she'd been asleep for the majority of it. She faintly remembered slurring at him: "I'm all drugged up," before falling asleep in the comfort of her own bed, his pale eyes observing her in amusement. She was pretty sure he had been laughing as sleep took over.

She glanced at the clock with heavy eyes. It read: 11:15 PM. She sighed, coming to terms with the fact that she would be asleep before midnight; before his arrival.

They had much to catch up on. Melanie wasn't even sure if he was aware of what had become of Rachel and Kaleb. She was still having difficulty believing what her 'friends' had done to her. Over the last couple of months, Melanie had come to the conclusion of complete and utter hatred - she hated both of them for what they did to her. Rachel's words in the hospital no longer mattered and her argument was invalid. Melanie couldn't quite ignore the pang of sympathy she had originally felt towards Rachel, but in didn't last long at all. Melanie knew that if the tables were turned, and she were in the situation Rachel had been forced into, she would never have done something as awful as plan out her friend's death. It would have been straight to the police.

"Urgh," Melanie grunted as the memories stirred. "Bitch."

"Who's a bitch?" asked a voice by the door. Melanie turned to glance at the figure who had stepped into the room: her older brother.

"John, hey."

"Hey," he replied, looking around the room. "Who are you talking to? And who's a bitch?" He pushed his glasses up his nose and sighed before running a hand through his messy hair.

"Who was I talking to? Myself," she said with a small shrug. "Oh, and Rachel's a bitch. Actual tosser, her."

"She sure is," John replied, disgust passing across his face for the briefest moment before a goofy grin took its place. "If she ever gets out of jail, I swear to God, I'll run her over with my car. See how she likes being in an accident."

"Protective, much?" Melanie chuckled. "Who even turned them in? I don't think I ever heard who did..."

"You didn't? Incredibly, Rachel did. There's no denying her guilt, Mel, but what she and her arse of a boyfriend did won't be forgiven. They could have killed you."

Kinda did, she wanted to say. She ended up holding her tongue as John walked further into the room, glancing to the right momentarily to catch sight of the new T-shirt Melanie owned. He looked confused.

"What?" she questioned, following his gaze. She laughed when her eyes landed on the new T-shirt.

"Why do you have that dreadful thing?"

He was referring to her black T-shirt with the white caption 'Satan's cool' scrawled across the chest. As soon as she had arrived home and been given permission from her parents to go back onto the internet, she'd instantly looked up Satan themed shirts, mainly for a laugh but also as a memoir of her time with him. Deep down, she really just wanted to see his face when he laid eyes on it.

"It's just a little joke between Michael and I," she lied. Louis and I, more like. Yes, Michael knew everything - almost everything - that had happened in The Beyond, but there was no denying the dislike he and Louis had for each other.

"It's so ... gothic," John bluntly stated. "Emo."

"So?" Melanie shot back. "Maybe I'm moving into the darker side of life? Maybe I'll start sacrificing cats and worshipping the dead?"

"Don't joke about things like that, Mel," her brother said. Melanie instantly shut up, aware that even the slightest mention of death triggered the memory of their lost brother. Melanie knew that John had taken it the worst.

"Sorry, John."

"Nah, its all good." He smiled at her warmly. "You were both so alike," he finished, pulling her in for a hug. She hissed ever so slightly as the pain in her chest returned and John instantly released her. "Sorry," he gushed.

"It's fine," she assured him, smiling. "It's only a bit of a sting now."

"That's not so bad then," he said, ruffling her hair. "Well, I'd best be off. I need to get up for work early tomorrow. And you need to get some rest - you're going back to school in the morning."

"The joy," Melanie sarcastically spoke. "I should be at home, resting and feeling sorry for myself, not socialising with the dumb people of today."

"You mean the dumb people you hang out with that also happen to be your friends?" laughed John. "You've had two months off of school, Mel!"

"I need forever," she said.

"Oh, stop complaining," John said before standing and walking over to the door. "Get some sleep. Night, Mel," he said.

"Night," Melanie responded before he left.

Alone again, she looked over at the clock: 11:39 PM. She carefully reached over and switched off the light. The room fell into darkness, the only sound in the room was her ragged breathing as she shifted in her bed. She slowly inched herself down, pushing her hand under the pillow to extract a small, crumpled piece of paper.

She still smiled every time she read the word 'your' towards the end of the page. It always managed to make her heart leap, despite his puns and constant irritated comments about Michael. Melanie always found herself desperate to tell Lucifer the exact same thing; that she was his.

The last two months had given her a lot of time to ponder her feelings - what exactly was it that she felt for the powerful being? Love was out of the question - she'd only known him for a day and in that single, most important day of her life, Melanie had felt sympathy, anger, affection and not to mention a little turned-on by him. It was odd for her to comprehend - why would she feel such things for an evil figure told of in religious tales?

Because he's misunderstood, she realised, turning the note over in her hands. Only after meeting him, did she come to realise that he wasn't such a monster after all.

Melanie carefully tucked the note under her pillow, keeping her hand on it as she closed her eyes and imagined what life in Hell would be like. Was it all fire and destruction, with souls kept trapped in a blazing pit? Maybe it was icy? Maybe like the rain-forest? There were so many things she conjured in her head, different scenarios as to what the realm could possibly look like. Besides Hell, there were many other questions that she so desperately wanted to ask:

What do you do in Hell when you're not running after people in The Beyond?

Is it nice there in your opinion?

Do you have a throne made of fire and bones?

Do you use your real form there or your human disguise?

Is there any food?

Hell hounds?

Can I try some of that wine you mentioned once before?

She smiled when remembering him scolding her for drinking, throwing in a warning about not starting drugs when she returned to her body. What little faith he had in her! But, Melanie thought, he doesn't really relate to any kind of faith, does he?

With a sigh, she turned over and let her mind wander once again. She thought of Louis, thought of what would happen between then when he arrived in her room in the morning and spoke in the sassy way that he did. She looked forward to it and she sure as hell wanted to kiss him again. Sometimes, she even wondered what would have happened if he had not sent her away so suddenly? Would she have taken things a little further? Would she have kept touching him the way he'd made her? Maybe he would have kissed her instead?

"Seventy years my arse," she grumbled, closing her eyes and letting sleep take over. It didn't take long. She dreamed about bright blue eyes, contagious laughter and soft lips touching her own.

She smiled in her sleep.

A shadow appeared in the corner of Melanie's bedroom. It moved steadily towards the bed, closer to her sleeping figure. Suddenly, it came to a halt, and loomed there for a moment, simply gazing upon the teenage girl curled up in the bedsheets. The room remained silent however, not a sound escaped from the shadow or from Melanie. Carefully, it took a seat on the edge of the bed, trying not to disturb its occupant.

The shadow belonged to a man with the exact same blue eyes that Melanie was dreaming of, and they watched her fondly, glancing only for a moment at the digital clock on the night stand. He saw, out of the corner of his eye, a small smile form on the human girl's lips. He copied her actions.

12:00 AM read the clock, and Melanie Cooper continued to sleep peacefully as Lucifer perched on the end of her bed, keeping watch.

Thank you for reading! x

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