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Defendant of Justice Ch 1

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What do you get when you add a monstrosity with a past severed to pieces by gruesome turns of events and a single, passionate aspiration for an ideal ambiance? As one factor balances out the other for the total, you would have a sum of one ambitious, merciless tangle of a person. That goes without saying they're in full control of their mental faculties, knowing just about as much common sense as a wise elder would throughout their entire life cycle. To put it simply, what we have here is a guardian of law, ensuring liberty and justice among the realm of the desperate and sinful.  Despite the wrongdoings of her antiquity, one brave soul will step forward to claim this stature, in hopes of directing the world away from the path of fear and destruction, into a new light of serenity.

It is in her cubicle she resides, busying herself with the files of long settled disputes which provided a new outlook from every angle. With her special capability to manipulate the information she is given, our fellow detective can bend any caper to her will. Given she has enough to work with, no criminal is scot-free for long. Only in rare cases would there ever need to be a call for help. Most of the time she's in control of authority, seeing as how her abilities being brought into play result in her actions being absolutely flawless. Such is to be expected when relying on whim and sheer determination.

Praise for her efforts wasn't uncommon, but it was indeed out of obligation when mentioned. Instead of fitting into the picture of a hero, the professional woman was viewed as a sort of last resort. She didn't exactly give off a friendly air, so to say. Partly because of the fact that she was the only albino within five hundred kilometers; that piercing red gaze seemed to hold you within its confines, paralyzing every sense you ever thought you had, and that ghostly, flowing white hair seemed to shock you right back out of it. Whether or not she intended harm was unapparent, for she would tend to be quite vicious when protecting the code of law. Perhaps her opponents only stood down out of fear before sinking into an even deeper pit than the one currently presiding. It was all a matter of winning in the end. Inevitably, the private investigator would come out on top. Even up to her very second in the present, she had not lost a single case. The reason behind this spectacular performance was the missing link to her weakness. Not a single person, friend or enemy, has been able to discover the worthy secret. Her demise would only be evident when that particular fault was revealed.

As for a name, this certain protagonist preferred not to stick to any one alias. One name she would give coworkers would be completely alien to the crooks swearing revenge over her triumphs on their turf. Her true identity would have to only be said to one in full trust. As of current, she knew no one deserving enough to have the satisfaction of her maiden name but herself. Quite a solitary life she led. To have a replacement of the pronoun she, it would be in the best interest to deem her Private L.U., the formal name for her employers.

L.U. claims not to tell any lies, but you can never tell when a person of her deceiving and manipulative nature is speaking the truth. "Ask me no more questions, I'll tell you no more lies," could be her motto for all her employers know. For many obvious reasons though, she does have alibis. A promising detective must always be prepared as if they themselves were being interrogated. What makes Private L.U. so special is that she confines in no one, keeping every last detail to herself until the case is solved. This may come as troublesome to her superiors, as they never get to be in on the action, nor do they even have the power to force the answer of out her. The whole world is at L.U.'s mercy. All is well on her end of the spectrum.

Tucking a lock of silvery hair behind her ear, L.U. contemplated what the next turn of events would be. Would she finally be given a case providing something of a challenge? Or most likely, would she be given a panicked report seizing immediate attention, only to end up being an affair of mere child's play? It wasn't like she had the choice to decide to decline such pleas, as that would result in a poor reputation. Here was the only place where she could not pull the strings. This of all times was when she depended on Lady Luck. There wasn't anything else she could do in these scenarios, and slipping into boredom would turn disastrous instantaneously. With one so thoroughly concentrated on her job, there wasn't much room inside that gear operated mindset for excess activities such as entertainment, folly and the like. Nor could she wallow in prayers or hope for a miracle. That just wasn't a part of her nature. L.U. would most sanely describe these kinds of days as "torture".

Her way of conveying such agony involved frantic writing in gibberish and obnoxious taping movements with her upper and lower phalanges that remained constant until interrupted by something, anything of mild interest. Constantly her doctor would remind her of the unhealthy habit, even going so far as to suggesting therapy, but the stern woman remained undeterred. The pride of her self-conscious prevented any change in routine. One day, they warned, that stubbornness would get the best of her, and she would eventually and inevitably break. L.U. dismissed the idea without giving it a second thought, even further providing evidence of her recklessness. She still was unfazed by the obvious bad omen clearly pointing in the direction of her downfall. Her own denial didn't mean a thing to L.U.; it was in her mind that ignoring such would eliminate unnecessary worry and stress. Whether she was doomed to failure or not was beyond anyone at this point.

As if someone heard her unspoken cries of mercy, the phone unleashed its usual chime, only to be silenced immediately by L.U. snatching the device and instinctively responding, "Detective L.U. of Reconnaissance Agencies, what assistances are you in need of?"
In which I begin an all original fiction work, glorifying the naïve little OC Lucifer I once had. She is now reborn as a true woman in which I can take wholly admiration of.
If anything I'd consider this the prologue but only because it acts as an introduction as well as the start of one of the cases in Lucifer's portfolio. I plan to compose a series of the adventures Lucifer goes on instead of writing from the beginning of her life to the end. Those details on her background will be later revealed inside of the predicaments associated with her job.
But remember; every good story has its ending. I can't guarantee you all a happy ending though ;o)
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