Lucida smiled at him, feeling pretty good about herself with the heaps of compliments he kept showering her with. It was good to feel appreciated - not that she did not think others did not appreciate her, it was just nice to hear it out loud. “No problem, darling,” she replied, her eye closing for a moment, trying to ignore the pain washing over her now that the adrenaline began to edge away.
One blue eye cracked open to look at him and she let out a heavy breath that could pass for a laugh. “No, Lucifer, I will not try to hurt you.”
She shrugged. “It is not so noble as you make it sound you know. And pretty much like I look, like I have been run through a blender.”
There was quiet for a few minutes before she dragged herself up. “Wanna beer? I need something for my nerves,” she muttered as she wandered towards the kitchen.
He nodded. “Okay. I didn’t think you would, you know, since you helped stitch my wing and all, but I felt it best to make sure.” Since he was the devil and not too many people were okay with that. “Perhaps I should start trusting people a little more.” He mused. After all, he’d trusted Lucida, sure, he’d gotten wrapped up in a triple homicide, but he couldn’t say it was the worst decision of his life.
“It is. You help those who would otherwise be hunted down and murdered just for existing. Not that everything out there is good, some of them are downright terrible, but the fact that you make an effort to help them, that probably does more for them than anything else.” Humans were terrible creatures, willing to destroy anything and everything they possibly could, but, then there were those like Lucy. The kind ones. The ones who tried. “I think it’s people like you, ones who help, who try to do good things, kind humans, that Gabriel was talking about.” Who would have thought he was right?
He frowned, concerned. She looked terrible and if she felt that bad… He wanted to help if he could. “Is there anything I could do to help?” He knew the hunters were dead, but he still felt angry at them. For not only driving Lucy from her home in the first place but for harming her when she’d done no wrong. But, for every human like Lucida, there were at least ten like the hunters. “No, thank you.” He shook his head. “I don’t drink.” He’d never liked the idea of it.