1 Gone

Lucifer sat calm in his house. Staring at the door waiting for his mum to return home from tour. She had messaged recently informing him she was getting on the plane to return.

Lucifer waited and waited And waited. And waited. His carer tried to send him to bed. Despite this Lucifer sat there. Unmoving. Calm and silent, staring at the front.

Soon his facade began to crack as the door did not open. No knock. No doorbell rang. Lucifer brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed. Worry crept into his dark amber eyes. His fists clenched and unclenched until finally a knock at the door.

"Is this residence of Emma Diabolos" The visitor spoke.

Lucifer stood up and walked to the door opening it slowly. His carer walked into the room behind, staring at the door warily.

The opened door revealed a military officer. Greying hair and a large moustache. A weathered face peered down on Lucifer.

"You would be Lucifer, Emma always used to speak of you" The officer said.

"You said used to" Lucifers voice intoned. "Past tense"

"Unfortunately Emma Diabolos departed this world two hours ago when her plane was blown before it left the runway" The military officer said sadly.

"No. No. Mum could not have" Lucifers voice trailed off as he searched the officers face. No trace of deceit could be seen on it.

"NO" Lucifers voice howled as he slammed his hand into the wall. Without any resistance the wall shattered under the force.

Like a blur Lucifer ran past the officer into the distance. Struggling to leave the horrible reality. The carer stood in shock as she stared at the wall. She ran with a scream.

The military officer paid her no attention as he stared at where Lucifer had ran. His hat morphed into an ancient Greek helm and his clothes to armour. Ares stood watching his son run away from the truth. A single tear could be seen trail out of the helmet.