Alice hated large cities. Especially large cities filled with humans. She’d never had anything against humanity, at least not anything major, but Father did humans get on her nerves. She had a photo of Belial and she showed it around the station until someone recognized him.
“Yeah, I saw him last night.” Some woman, in Alice’s opinion a hooker but who was she to judge, admitted after the angel waved around 20bucks. “Wanted directions to that piano bar, Lux.”
“Did he get them?” She asked resigning herself to a possible meeting with Lucifer when the woman nodded. “Thanks.” She handed over the twenty and headed off, she was pretty sure the runaways owned an apartment in the area.
By that evening she’d restocked the place, found suitable clothes, located her ID, and cursed heaven out about 70 times.
“You sure you’re old enough to be in here miss?” The bouncer asked her for what had to be the hundredth time, and she’d never hated looking like a teen so much in her existence. She considered zapping him but didn’t want to draw attention, which magic would undoubtedly do, so she just smiled.
“You have my ID and the little medical card that explains the apparent age discrepancy.” The bouncer nodded, handing her stuff back and stepping aside.
“Alright sorry for the inconvenience but the bar staff will probably ask as well.”
“I understand.” She assured him as she went in and found a table. The place was crowded to the point where she doubted she’d be able to spot Belial even if he was there.
“Something to drink?” A young man asked and she barely refrained herself from rolling her eyes, there were reasons she didn’t go out very often.
“Nah I’m good.” She’d go up to the bar in a bit, for now, she just wanted to get the lay of the place. The man frowned but headed off, leaving her free to enjoy the music and look around.
“Can I see some ID please?” Alice’s inner voice quickly reminded her she couldn’t fry anyone without drawing attention to herself as she turned to look at the woman who had addressed her. Mazikeen, her brain supplied helpfully as she smiled, probably a good thing she was on her best behaviour.
“No problem.” She said as she handed it over. The demon looked it over before nodding and handing it back.
“Sorry about that but my boss has become very strict about underage drinkers.”
“It’s fine, I’m not on alcohol tonight anyway.”
“What are you drinking? I’ll get you one on the house for the inconvenience.”
“Coke but that’s really not necessary…” She tried but the demon was already heading to the bar. “Oh well.” She’d finished her drink and was considering getting another one when she spotted Lucifer at the bar talking to Mazikeen. Without a second thought, she got up and headed over to their end of the bar careful not to seem to focused. “Can I get a coke please?” She asked one of the bartenders while keeping an ear on the others conversation. With any luck without being spotted because she so wasn’t ready to talk to Lucifer.
“…either way he’s bound to be back.” Mazikeen was saying to an obviously annoyed Lucifer.
“Did he at least say what he wanted?” The archangel huffed as he took a swig of his drink.
“I’m retired Maze.”
“Well considering you got him into this mess the least you could do would be help him out.” The demon snapped before heading off just as Alice got her drink. She was about to head back to her table when a hand landed on her shoulder.
“Don’t see many people with non-alcoholic drinks around here,” Lucifer said as he moved to stand in front of her, charming smile and all.
“A friend recommended it and I promised to check it out but I don’t really drink.” She explained trying very hard not to step back, she still loved her brother but he terrified her.
“I see, how are you liking it so far?”
“I’m glad, excuse me.” Alice nodded and he was gone leaving her to heave a small sigh of relief.
“Unobservant idiot.” She muttered as she reached a table, watching as Lucifer made his way through the crowds to the piano. It wasn’t unusual for angels to mistake her for a mortal, she worked very hard at it in fact, but archangels tended to notice. Lucifer sat at the piano and began to play, drawing a soft smile from Alice who wondered if he’d sing, she’d always liked his voice. Before she could find out her phone vibrated insistently in her pocket. “Yeah.” She practically snapped as she answered, only to find she couldn’t actually hear the caller. “Give me a sec.” She said loudly as she made her way onto the street outside. “Yeah?”
“Sorry to bother you, Alice. Was kind of hoping you’d seen Constantine?” Chas apologized and Alice couldn’t help but grimace at the thought of running into the Brit here. As much as she liked the occultist he was a danger to be around and a sure fire way of getting her made.
“Why’d you think I’d have seen him?”
“John mentioned you in connection with a certain Belial before he dropped off the grid,” Alice swore quite proficiently in Latin. Why couldn’t things be simple anymore?
“I’ll keep you updated but so far I haven’t seen him.”
“Alright well call if you need any help,” Chas said before hanging up on her.
Leaning back against the wall she put her phone away and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, the first pack she’d brought in years, taking out the last one. Smoking was a nasty habit she’d much rather not indulge in but it calmed her nerves.
“Need a light?” Alice turned round to find Lucifer flicking open his lighter and holding it out to her.
“Thanks.” She muttered as she lit it and took a puff, letting the smoke burn her lungs before exhaling. She was starting to get the feeling her father didn’t like her much.
“Sorry for following you out here, but I was wondering if we’d met before, you’re frightfully familiar?”
“Doubt it, I’m new to L.A.” She took another drag of her cigarette, it was just her luck that the thing meant to relax her was accompanied by her main source of stress.
“Never been here before?”
Lucifer eyed her curiously as she finished off her cigarette and flicked it away, she was going to have to get some more at some stage. She was about to go inside when she caught sight of someone across the road, someone who looked suspiciously like Belial. Catching sight of her the fallen angel turned and legged it. Swearing Alice took off after him, ignoring the confused shout she received from Lucifer as she darted through the cars. Belial had an unfair advantage over her, for starters he was dressed for this sort of thing whereas she was not and her brother also looked like he was made of solid muscle which had to be helping. They’d probably crossed a good half the city when Alice turned an alley corner and received the other angel’s fist in her face. She fell back against the wall and before she could straighten herself Belial was upon her.
“Don’t you have anything better to do sister?” He growled as he pressed down against her neck.
“Lot’s, unfortunately, you got in the way so if you’d like to go back to Hell that would be great.”
“How about I break your neck instead?” Alice gritted her teeth she didn’t like that idea in the slightest, though to be honest she should probably be thankful he hadn’t done it already. In one quick move, she twisted his arm and kicked out, sending him flying into the opposite wall with a growl. “Bitch.” He hissed as he turned.
“Thanks for noticing I work very hard at it.” She said with a half bow as she drew one of her knives.
“You really think you can take me in close combat?”
Nope, Alice did not think she could take Belial in close combat, her face was throbbing, her head was throbbing, her neck was throbbing, he was bigger than her and nastier than her. But it wasn’t like she had much choice in the matter. Belial now had two nasty looking black blades in hand, longer than Alice’s knife and she fervently wished she’d brought her sword out with her. A bit too late for regrets now though. Belial launched himself at her and she just barely had time to throw herself out of the way, summoning up another knife as she did. Her brother grinned and this time she stood her ground when he came at her. Alice had never been one to fight fair, it was something that had infuriated most of the other archangels but it was also the only way she used to beat them. Belial seemed to realize she wasn’t going to be as easy to overpower as the angels he’d run into since escaping because as soon as he had an opening he legged it, throwing one of his blades at her as he did. Alice swore as she stood up, having had to throw herself to the ground to avoid the knife. Belial was gone and all she had to show for the fight were a few extra cuts and a bruised face. Sighing she picked up Belial’s blade and wrapped it up before getting rid of it and her own. It was while she was doing that that she realized her bag was gone.
“Fuck.” She hissed as she looked around in case she’d lost it during the fight, unlikely as Belial would have probably used it to his advantage had she still had it, she must have dropped it when she’d gone after him. She took a deep breath and considered leaving the bag and heading home, but she was going to have to stake out Lux again anyway so going back now would hardly be a problem.