[Episode 10: The Brewing Storm]
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
Above the choir of crickets buzzing out their midnight hymn from the darkened bushes, the heavy wooden sound rang out in the moist night air. Lucifer was leaning slightly against the side of the stone cottage, his breathing irregular as he desperately held onto his composure. His balled up fist rested on the old door, trembling with a combination of suppressed anger and sadness. For a moment, everything was painfully still.
Then a golden light flickered on from within the cottage, illuminating the glitter of the wet grass outside. A set of footsteps on creaking floorboards came before the opening of the heavy door. The light from inside spilled out across Lucifer's solemn figure for just a moment, before a small and slightly disheveled silhouette blocked it out.
"Hello Lucifer," Micaiah said gently.