She'd never really been a bad mother, in fact the idea never had crossed his mind until that day at the store. The one day that started it all.
"Momma, I like that one, it's red and the lights turn on when you press a button!"
"I'm sorry sweetheart, you can't get it today, maybe some other time."
She had smiled at him regretfully and though the boy usually would understand, or at least grudgingly keep quiet the man next to him had said something that made sense... sort of.
"Hey kid, if you really want it, just tell her, why should she be able to decide everything, hell, why should she decide anything?"
"Why are you the boss? I want it, I never get toys!"
The frazzled young woman had taken a moment to recover from the shock of his outburst before setting a stern face and growling at the boy unrelentingly that it was time to go as she dragged him from the store, nearly kicking and screaming.
After that the man had stayed, he never told his mom, because she never brought it up, even when the man broke rules; such as not wearing a seat belt and putting his feet on the table.
There was also the detail of his appearance. Though he looked fairly normal at a glance the small boy quickly picked out differences. Some where simple and not so alarming, such as his extraordinary height, nearly towering above anyone else he walked past, or the way he always had a lit cigarette in his mouth, or his spiffy suit, somehow looking businesslike and messy at the same time.
After that came the stomach churning surprises, kept hidden longer thanks to the massive height difference.
The mans eyes were most outstanding, seeming inverted with the normally white part an eternal black and his iris the oozing color of blood. Aside from that, although he looked plenty young to the five year old he had oddly white hair that seemed to almost glimmer.
The boy put the strange things aside though, for the man seemed to be on his side, and he'd heard other children talk about their own invisible friends that sounded just as strange as the tall man.
And indeed, the tall man was very helpful the boy had been able to gain much of what he wanted with his help, though he'd also gotten a good amount of punishment for his behavior.
"I just don't know what's gotten into you, I thought rebellion was for teenagers. You'll have to shape up, otherwise your grounded, that means no more staying up late, no eating whatever you want and you will behave yourself in public. Do you understand?"
The boy nodded his head, he understood, but he didn't agree, so long as he has the tall man he would get whatever he pleased.
One night as he lay restlessly in his bed with the man lounging on his desk, leant back lazily against the wall with his legs spread on either side of a small chair, he thought of something.
"What's your name?"
The man glanced up and even that thought annoyed the boy.
'The man' he didn't have a name, not yet, and he had decided to figure it out.
"What do you need my name for, it's not like you're gonna use it."
"What's your name?"
The boy repeated his question more forcefully than before, staring at the man as he knelt in his bed, the blanket pooling around his waist.
The man grinned, his cigarette bobbing and his strange eyes gleamed with excitement.
"My friends call me Luke, or Lucy if they're looking to die, but most people know me by Lucifer."
The meaning of his name was lost on the child, and he simply glanced at him, staring silently at the devil, waiting for the punchline.
When Lucifer refused to offer him an explanation the child reluctantly went to sleep.
All secrets cannot be revealed at the beginning of the show...
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