It was a quiet night in Sin City. There were no crimes to solve and no criminals to arrest. A Devil and her detective laid on the soft carpet of the latter’s apartment with his niece Scarlette playing a board game while soft white flakes of snow fell from the dark, evening sky.
“Why do I have to be the shoe? I’m clearly the top hat now hand it over!” Lucy exclaimed, making a grab for the small silver hat from the little girl. “Nuh-uh! I called dibs on the top hat so you can either be the thimble or the shoe.” Scarlette said, sticking out her tongue at the fallen angel. The former Princess of Darkness humphed annoyingly. “I want to conquer real estate, not mend clothes! I’m not a bloody seamstress!” She said, making another grab for the game piece.
Detective Stanton watched the scene with an amused smile on his face. The Queen of Hell had told him once that she doesn’t like children. “Can’t stand them,” She had said without hesitation. “All the crying and screaming. I would rather go back to Hell before I have any children of my own, which I can’t, by the way, thanks to my Father.” The detective rolled his eyes and shook his head. He had told Lucy many times that she’s not the Devil, that she is a good person with a good heart but the former Lightbringer insisted that she is. “I know you don’t believe me, but I have never lied to you, Nicolas. I am the Devil, and that is the truth.” A skeptical look briefly appeared on Detective Stanton’s face but decided not to push. There is always time for that after the holidays.
“Give me the top hat, Scarlette. I’m not going to ask you again.” Lucy said through gritted teeth. The girl looked at the Lady of Hell with a nonchalant expression. “Should I give Lucy the top hat, Uncle Nick?” She asked the detective. Detective Stanton thought for a moment and pushed himself forward to whisper something in his niece’s ear. The girl smiled brightly and said to the Ruler of Hell, “Okay, Lucy, I’ll let you have the top hat.” She said. Joy spread through the Devil as she grinned from ear to ear. Then, just as she was about to take the game piece from Scarlette, the girl quickly withdrew her hand. “If you want it, it’s going to cost you.” She said with a sly smile.
“Oh, a girl after the Devil’s heart. Name your price, little human!” Lucy said, grabbing her pile of Monopoly money to pay for the silver top hat. Scarlette shook her head and said with the same sly grin, “Sorry, I don’t accept game money.” Detective Stanton laughed at his partner’s wide-eyed expression and said, “The Devil got played by a human child. Never thought I’d see the day. Pay up, Ms. Morningstar.” Grumbling under her breath, Lucy reluctantly got up, walked over to the couch and took ten dollars from her Prada wallet. The fallen angel then returned, handed the money to the little girl who accepted it happily before giving Lucy the top hat game piece. “Well-played, child. Well-played.” Lucy said before lying back down on the carpet to begin playing the game, not noticing the smirk on Detective Stanton’s face.