Eventually he reached the building complex his apartment was in. A few feet before reaching his door Lucifer stopped. Something was very wrong. His door was ajar and his mother should have been at work by then.
Lucifer slowly stepped towards it. He reached his hand out to push the door farther in when a shadow loomed in his way and an arm reached out and grabbed his hand. The grip was firm as he was pulled inside. The door quickly shut behind him and a light shot on.
“Oh, there you are sweetheart. Good of you to come home so soon.” Lucifer could tell his mother had obviously been drinking again by the way that she slurred her words.
Lucifer looked around his living room. The small area held new faces he had never seen before. “Who are these people? I thought we agreed no visitors.”
A man stepped forward holding out his hand. “You’ve become quite a man, haven’t you? But what’s with the jewelry. Are we a troubled child?” The man was already mocking Lucifer before he even introduced himself.
“Who the hell are you?” Lucifer wasn’t in the mood to deal with this man. It had been a long day and he had to practice for tomorrows show.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you.” His mother stood up stumbling a little. The beer in her hand tipped too far and spilt on the linoleum floor. “This is your father.” She laughed and fell back into her chair and took a big gulp. “Yup. He’s here to tell you who you are.”