Lucifer Oneshots

A Little Love | Lucifer x Neutral

WARNING: the homicide case here is in the middle of a dog fighting scene. The typical sort of animal abuse has happened and there are puppies that have been neglected. Only past abuse has occurred, but if you think it might be a little too much for you, tread lightly.

Lucifer was not normally one for messy things like pets. Dogs slobbered everywhere, cats were needy pests, and both of them got hair everywhere. Not to mention the surprising troubles other common pets offered. So no, no pets for him, thank you very much.

When he pulled up to the newest homicide scene, Lucifer knew he would not enjoy it even before he got out of his car.

It was a rather isolated house on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by trees and bushes and every other plant that could be used to scream "privacy, but not to the point of suspicion." Lucifer walked around the side of the house, where he could hear the most noise, only to stop as he rounded the corner.

You couldn't see the backyard of the house from any side because of the wall of greenery. Lucifer could now guess why.

Cages formed aisles in the spacious yard, and in the center of it, was a fenced-in ring. Razor wire sat atop the chain link fence, bloodied if his celestial-enhanced sight had anything to say about it. The grass was thin and heavily trodden, and the ring was nothing but torn dirt. The scent of blood, urine and feces hung in the air, assaulting Lucifer more than the humans around him.

He absolutely hated it. He hated all of it, but he thought the noise might have been the worst part.

It was a dog fighting scene. Lucifer could figure that out without the howls and barks and whines coming from the cages. Some of the dogs were defensive, screaming threats to the investigation crew trying to sort the scene out. Others were pressed into the corner of their prison, silent and pathetically wide-eyed. So many of them were scarred, dried blood around their mouths and scabbed wounds in their fur.

Lucifer was not a person to own a pet, but he was an animal person. Animals didn't judge or condemn like humans did. With the simplicity of kindness, they gave love and their own version of care. They were fascinating creatures, and he hated anyone who abused their being.

Especially like the man lying dead in the fighting ring with a dog's bite in his throat and claw marks down his back.

Scowling about the entire scene, Lucifer found Chloe, Dan and Ella talking together at the entrance to the ring. None of them seemed comfortable with the scene, and none of them questioned the hateful look on Lucifer's face when he appeared next to them.

"Looks like the owner of the place got killed by one of his own dogs," Chloe said without prompting. "There was a dog in the ring when the first people arrived on scene. Wouldn't let anyone get close, so it's been tranquilized for now."

"Right, so why don't we just call this a not-so-tragic accident and be done?"

As much as it looked like Ella wanted to agree with him, she shook her head. "Because of the bullet wound in his abdomen." Lucifer let out a huff and the scientist continued, "It looks like our guy was shot and then dumped in the ring while he was still alive. The dogs are probably trained to go after blood, so the poor thing was locked in with the vic to try and stage it more like an accident."

There was a small commotion near the cages that drew Lucifer's attention. There was a shout of, "Hey, there's some puppies over here!" and a small yelp that confirmed the statement and Ella was already rushing towards it. Lucifer hurried after her, the two detectives after him.

Down one of the aisles of cages, the investigator who had shouted was unlatching the door to one of the cages. Dogs howled and barked all around them and as Lucifer came to a stop outside the cage, his heart sank.