Chapter Nine: The Omerta (Betraying Revelations)
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"Hey, Pumpkin," Betty called out playfully.
"Mummy!" Elsa shrieked excitedly, running into her mother's open arms. Betty picked her up gently and kissed her forehead.
"How was school today?"
"It was good, Mummy! I did very well in math class," she said proudly.
Betty beamed. "Really?! Mummy’s so proud of you, sweetie." She rubbed her cheeks tenderly.
"Hey, babe," she called out to Lucifer. Dropping little Elsa, she walked toward him—but stopped midway.
His eyes were off—cold, dark, and distant.
"Pumpkin, can you go home and make sure Ruff doesn't rough up the garden, please? I forgot to lock the gate," Betty said, flashing a funny sorry-face.
Elysa giggled and ran off. Ruff, the neighbor's dog, was notorious for turning the garden upside down in search of his ball—always getting on Betty’s nerves.
"What’s wrong?" she asked softly.
"The Omerta," he said.
"The what?" Her eyes narrowed.
"They’re here, Betty. They’re here for us. For you. Me. Elsa."
Her expression faltered. The bulb, the only source of light in the workshop flickers eeriely.
The Omerta. The mafia's code of silence. The syndicate’s highest law. Those who disobeyed were erased—silently, efficiently, without a trace.
Rumor had it their assassins moved with the wind and struck like silently. No warnings. No mistakes. And their leader, a woman, was never once known or revealed. It was believed… she was the very shadow of the cult—its deadly essence.
"Calm down, Luc," she pleaded.
"We need to pack up and leave this island, Betty. Now."
"Leave?! Did you just say leave? We’ve built a new life here, Luc! I’m not ready to throw it all away!" she yelled, flinging his hands off hers.
"Please, Betty. Our daughter’s life matters more than anything."
Her eyes flared.
"Don’t you dare use your daughter to blackmail me emotionally."
"My daughter?!" he repeated, stunned. He had never seen this version of her before—so fierce, so cold.
Goddammit, Kaya. Did you have to say that aloud?
"I meant o-our daughter, of course. Elsa," she corrected quickly.
Her face flushed. She was tense. She was picking at her nails fiercely.
Lucifer saw the uneasiness in her. He steps closer, holding her hands in his.
"Please, babe..."
"No, Lucifer. No!" she broke into tears.
"Try to see reason with me, Betty," he begged.
"I'm trying, Lucifer—but I can't. I'm tired of running!"
Eventually, after an hour of pleading, he got through to her. She agreed.
"We leave in an hour. Let’s pack."
But Betty hesitated.
"Go ahead. I’ll join you soon. I just need a few minutes to clear my head."
Lucifer gently held her arms. "I’m so sorry I dragged you into this life, Betty. This isn’t what I promised you—or our kids. I’ll make it right."
She nodded. "Okay. Tonight’s your last chance."
Something about her tone sounded final… ominous.
He nodded and left to pack, unaware of what lay in wait.
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"Elsa! Where are you, baby?"
“Daddy…” came a soft whimper.
Lucifer froze.
Deamon held Elysa by the collarbone, a gun in his other hand.
"Surprise!" he shouted mockingly. "Our little Daddy."
"Daemon!" Lucifer growled.
"Yes, Lucifer. It’s me. This scene look familiar? Except the last time, she was just a tiny bundle," he mimed with his hands. "Where’s the other one, huh? Aren’t you excited to see me, brother?"
"Cut the crap, Daemon! How the hell did you find me?"
"How did we find you?" he echoed, amused. "Your arrogance is your weakness, Luc. You thought you could take us down and just... disappear? You should’ve killed me when you had the chance. Now it’s my turn."
Lucifer’s eyes scanned the room. Four men. One exit. He could still pull this off. Slowly, he moved for the gun in his coat—
"Still pulling that same old trick, husband?" a chillingly familiar voice said from behind.
He turned.
And froze.
Betty.
Gun raised.
Pointed at him.
"Betty?" he asked, shaken.
"It’s Kaya," she corrected coldly, her heels clicking as she stepped inside. "My name isn’t Betty. I’m not your vulnerable, doting, submissive Betty. I’m Kaya—Omega to the Supreme, leader of the Omerta."
Lucifer staggered back in shock.
Nicklaus’ words came rushing back—“You have a spy close to you.”
It was her.
His wife was spy!
This revelation hitted him so hard that he felt his knees wobbled beneath his weight.
"That’s right," she sneered. "I’m the spy. I’m the one who’s been feeding them your every move."
"Mummy?" Elsa whimpered. "Why are you pointing the gun at daddy?"
Kaya looked at her, eyes like ice. "Are you so daft, Elsa. I trained you better than this!" she snapped. "I’m pointing the gun to kill him, your miserable, weak father."
"Why?" Elysa whispered. "He isn’t a bad man."
"Exactly, baby. That makes him weak. And weakness is an unforgivable sin."
"You’re a bad woman, Mummy!" Elsa sobbed.
Kaya frown. "Someone shut that disrespectful brat up," Kaya ordered.
Daemon pressed a handkerchief to Elsa’s nose. She went limp.
"Elsa!" Lucifer shouted, lunging forward—
—but a brutal blow struck his head. He staggered, dizzy.
"Stay put," Kaya warned. "Or it’ll be her head next."
"Okay. Just… please. Lower the gun. She’s just a child. I’ll cooperate."
He felt his world collapse.
Betty—his Betty—was gone.
He watched Daemon picked up Elsa and laid her gently on the couch right in front of him. "Rest now, little one," he whispered, as he tucked the throw pillow beneath her head.
"Luc, baby... You wanna cry?" she mocked. "I didn’t know the devil could fall in love?"
Lucifer’s eyes widened in disbelief. "No, Betty. This whole thing is messing with your head. W-we loved each other," he stammered.
"You were wrong. I never loved you," she said coldly.
The words sliced through him.
"It was all a ruse. The Supreme feared your growing strength. I was planted to seduce you. To be your leash. What was that again? Opposites attract, right?" She laughed cruelly.
"You fell for me. So hard, in fact, that you betrayed the Supreme for that trivial thing. How unbelievably pathetic!" she hissed, as she landed a blow across his face.
His lower lip broke and bled from the impact.
She circled him, spitting venom. "I endured years of pretending. I carried your little bitches, breastfed them, raised them—those loathsome pests! It was torture!"
She struck him with the gun’s butt. He dropped to his knees.
"Did you enjoy flirting with me at the convenience store?" she sneered, slamming her fist into his jaw. "I’m sure you did. With all those silly smiles and grins and senseless gifts. But this is fun! Watching you break."
She bent low, gun to his forehead as she pulled out his gun from his inner pocket.
"You were blinded by love. It was just a weakness I exploited."
Then came her final sentence.
"Now go take charge of hell, Lucifer. That’s where you belong. And don’t worry—I’ll send your beloved daughter with you."
She winked.
"And oh—send my regards to Elyse too. Do tell her Mommy is sorry," she added with a wicked smirk.
Lucifer’s body trembled with fury.
But he couldn’t move.
Not with Elsa in danger.
She c****d the gun.
The same gun he had gifted her seven years ago.
A customized Glock 17.
Engraved with her name on the barrel.
The one he gave her to protect herself and their daughter…
Now she was using it…
Against him.
I gave her that gun…
Bang!
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