La regla del diablo, a title I've been given for a majority of my life. I've told the story many of a time of why my parents named me after Satan himself. Hearing many versions of it from snakes I've known since I was born. Some saying that I have the eyes of a ruler, strength, with no fear. Some saying I was a little terror growing up. But the one I like to stick with is what my father has always told me, but I've kept secret. Him always saying, that it meant 'morning Star'. Which was an adjective for 'light bringing'.

Smiling as I finished the polish job on the bike, my phone started vibrating in my back pocket. Bringing it out, seeing it was a No Caller ID. I answered it anyway from curiosity. "Hello?"

"This is a call coming from cell holder FP Jones, do you agree to continue the call with the charges?"

"I agree." I replied, sitting up straight.

"Luci?"

"Hi dad!" I said quite cheery.

"How's my baby doing?"

"I'm doing well, how are you going dad?"

"Yeah just same old, hey. Have you seen Jug?" I narrowed my eyebrows, confused on the question.

"I got home late last night, he was sound asleep. How come, has he said something to you?" I asked, getting off of the bike. Seeing Klaus walking over to me with a smile.

"Oh nothing-."

"Dad, spit it. What are you hiding from me?" I demanded.

"Jesus, fine. You got me, I'm getting out today. All I need is for you to come and do the paperwork, I'm a free man." Hearing happiness in his voice.

"Oh my god! Are you serious!?" I squealed, jumping around like a little kid. Klaus adoring from afar.

"I'm coming home, I can't wait to see you."

"I'll see you soon, I love you."

"Love you too Bub, you've done me proud." Hanging up, I looked to Klaus. Who was confused.

"What's going on?" He quizzed.

"Dad's getting out today." I smiled, his smile went from ear to ear. Cheering. He picked me around the waist, spinning me in a circle.

"Oh my god, that's amazing. When is he getting out?"

"I have to go now to do the paperwork." I explained.

"Do you want me to come with you?" He questioned, rubbing my forearms.

"Nah, I'll be fine. Could you go and tell Jug for me, get him organised to come and see dad when he gets out?"

"Of course." Pecking each other's lips, him beginning to make his way up the front stairs. He stopped to look towards me. "You look ravishing, by the way."

Smiling, I walked to the impala. Getting in and driving to where it was my signature that frees my father. Going through security, getting things taken off of me. Cause of safety reasons, I took seat at a desk. Signing what felt like each page of a Harry Potter book. I smiled as I placed the pen down, handing in the papers. I was directed to wait outside with everyone. Making my way outside, looking around. My head snapped towards the way I heard my name being called.

"Lucifer!" A excited Jughead came charging at me, almost knocking me over. I laughed with him.

"Excited to see dad?"

"Hell yeah." Walking back over with him, hugging Betty, giving a nod to Alice, I hugged the side of Klaus. Seeing her station wagon and the impala next to one another.

"How long till he gets sent out?" Alice asked, looking annoyed as usual.

"Any minute now." Hearing a large ding go off, we all looked to see dad walking out with a cop behind him. I smiled as Alice stayed with the cars, us four went to greet him. Dad getting closer, he smiled with a giggle. Bringing jug into a hug, dad sighed heavily.

"Hi Betty."

"Hi Mr Jones." She replied, dad looked to Klaus. Them happy to see one another, they brought each other into their bro hug. Dad's eyes scanned to me.

"There's my baby girl." Dad held me tight, walking over to the car. He was quite confused. "Alice?"

"Is it true what they say about men who have just been released from prison, FP?"

"What do they say?" He asked, intrigued.

"They're incredibly sexually frustrated."

"Mum."

"What?"

"Wow." Jug, Myself and Klaus said at the same time.

"We'll meet you there." Klaus stated as we got into the car, watching Alice's car drive off while Klaus started the car. I sighed heavily, happily. "You Ok?"

"Am I Ok? I've got my brother, my boyfriend and my dad all together. Things cannot get any better."