Angel of Death Named Moriarty

Raven and Lucifer arrived at the government-issued therapy facility. Lucifer had kindly provided Raven with a ride. The building exuded an air of professionalism, with photographs of esteemed retired therapists lining the halls, reflecting the hierarchy within while also providing a sense of comfort and absolute secrecy.

As they ascended to the top floor, the décor grew increasingly sophisticated, mirroring the elevated status of the practitioners. Raven's office, situated on the uppermost level, radiated an aura of authority and respect. Expansive windows and carefully curated greenery imbued the space with a modern, tranquil ambiance - a fitting environment for Raven's work. Raven was no ordinary therapist, but a seasoned psychiatrist. In her free time, she lent her expertise to studying the minds of criminals and assisting future agents and detectives in their investigations.

Raven's close friend Dominique emerged from the neighboring office, accompanied by a striking, well-dressed man. The stranger was impeccably attired in a luxurious Bottega Veneta suit, exuding an air of wealth and professionalism. Raven's keen eyes studied the man from head to toe, meticulously cataloging every detail, searching for any clues that might reveal the true nature of this seemingly prosperous individual. There was an undeniable air of mystery about him - something he was clearly intent on concealing.

The man towered over Dominique, standing at an imposing 6'4" with slicked-back black hair and perfectly straight teeth. His posture and physique suggested a background in combat or the military. Despite this, Raven immediately dismissed the idea of him being a retired veteran - the greedy glint in his eye and his meticulous, confident appearance told a different story.

Raven could smell the high-end shampoo, aftershave, and freshly manicured nails as the man spoke to Dominique. His pocket square, folded immaculately into a lily shape, bore a decorative red pin that appeared to be a casino chip worth 10,000 chips - a tell-tale sign of his wealth and gambling habits. This man was no ex-soldier, but rather a polished, predatory individual, groomed to the nines and radiating an aura of wealth and power. Raven's keen observations painted a vivid picture of this mysterious 6'4" figure, hinting at a dark past and dangerous present.

Lucifer's eyes widened as he admired the quality of the Bottega Veneta tuxedo worn by the stranger. The fabric was crafted from the finest, most expensive materials and tailored to fit the man's frame flawlessly. Lucifer was genuinely astonished and impressed by the level of meticulous detail this stranger had invested in maintaining his impeccable, picture-perfect appearance. "My, my, is that Bottega Veneta I see?" Lucifer remarked, interrupting the conversation between the stranger and Dominique. The man smiled and glanced over at Raven, a flash of familiarity crossing his features - a detail Raven made sure to commit to memory.

Raven studied Dominique's body language as Lucifer spoke to the stranger. She noticed a subtle hint of nervousness and anxiety in Dominique's demeanor, which was unusual given Dominique's typically confident and composed nature. Raven's brow furrowed in confusion, as Dominique had always carried herself with poise and kindness during their prior interactions.

What had suddenly caused Dominique's uncharacteristic anxiety? Raven wondered if it was related to Lucifer's presence, considering Dominique's past experiences with him. However, Dominique maintained steady eye contact with Lucifer, showing no outward signs of hesitation.

Raven then turned her observant gaze to the stranger, making a mental note of Dominique's body language for future reference. This was not the poised, self-assured Dominique that Raven knew. As a reserved but confident psychiatrist, Dominique had never before exhibited such obvious signs of anxiety

The stranger flashed an honest, unwavering smile as he addressed Lucifer. "It is," he said confidently, "the finest fabric the world could offer, in my opinion." With those words, he stepped forward, his focus shifting to Raven. Disregarding his prior conversation, the man grasped Raven's right hand and planted a delicate kiss on her knuckles. Raven's brow knitted in confusion as she observed the stranger's actions, his rich, gold-banded ring adorned with an engraved initial - CW. Though taken aback by his bold display, Raven maintained her composure, unwilling to betray her growing annoyance at his attempt to assert control of the situation.

Despite Lucifer's initial shock, a flash of jealousy surged through him as he stepped in front of Raven, ensuring there was distance between her and the stranger. Lucifer offered his hand out to the man, his grip firm and his eyes narrowed, silently challenging the newcomer. The man ahead of Lucifer had a hint of extreme annoyance which flashed away in a split second, not escaping Raven's notice. Her brow raised as she observed the subtle behavior, then she glanced at Dominique, who instantly straightened her posture, the anxiety clear in her movements as she registered the tense standoff unfolding before them.

The tension was palpable as Lucifer Morningstar and Caral Woodly sized each other up, their introductions laced with an undercurrent of aggression. Lucifer's smile was sharp and unwavering, his gaze locked with Woodly's in a silent battle of wills. The two men shook hands firmly, each trying to assert their dominance through the firmness of their grip and the intensity of their eye contact. It was clear from the outset that this was no mere friendly introduction, but rather the opening salvo in a high-stakes power struggle between two formidable adversaries

Raven's brow furrowed with irritation, sensing the tension that had disrupted her focus on the recent murder case. "Girls, you're both lovely, but I'm busy right now," she said coldly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. It was still relatively early, and Raven wasn't in the mood for any interruptions.

Dominique flinched at Raven's harsh tone but quickly hid her anxiety behind a warm, kind smile. "I'll make sure to bring you some coffee, Detective," she offered, hoping to appease Raven's obvious annoyance.

Caral Woodly looked at Raven with a mix of curiosity and subtle annoyance, frustrated that he couldn't engage her in further discussion. However, he easily dismissed the feeling, knowing better than to test Raven's patience.

Raven hummed in grudging appreciation of Dominique's offer, then roughly grabbed Lucifer's arm, pinching his skin. "Gentle with the merchandise, Detective," Lucifer said, amused, as Raven dragged him into her office. Raven felt a palpable sense of unease as she closed the office door behind her, her mind immediately drifting to Caral Woodly. Shaking her head in frustration, she forced herself to refocus solely on the case at hand. Striding to her desk, Raven sat down and quickly signed into her computer, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she began searching for information on her clients - from Alessa Carver's first appointment to her untimely death, and then on to Marline Jade's initial visits and the circumstances surrounding her passing.

Lucifer sank into the couch, a smug grin spreading across his face. He seemed immensely pleased that Raven had dragged him away from his encounter with Caral Woodly. In fact, Lucifer was replaying the interaction in his mind, savoring the memory. "For a gentleman, he certainly wasn't gentle," Lucifer remarked with amusement, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He leaned back, relishing the upper hand he had gained, even if he hadn't been able to fully satisfy his curiosity about Caral Woodly's true desires. Raven could see the predatory gleam in Lucifer's eyes - this was no mere idle fascination, but a calculated tactic to exploit any weakness he could uncover. Raven leaned back in her chair, taking a momentary break. She was curious about Lucifer's observations on Caral Woodly. "Care to elaborate?" Raven asked, struggling to hide her growing annoyance at the shift in subject away from the case.

Lucifer's lips curled into a smirk. "I believe Mr. Woodly to be quite the businessman." His tone suggested this was no ordinary man they were dealing with. Raven raised an eyebrow. "By your 'businessman' definition, you're thinking of the Godfather, aren't you?" she deduced, based on Lucifer's demeanor. "Caral Woodly isn't intelligent enough to be a Godfather, but yes, he's along those lines." Lucifer chuckled, amused by Raven's movie metaphor. It was clear he had gleaned a great deal about Woodly's true nature from their single interaction.

Raven's eyes rolled in exasperation as she fought to tune out the endless distractions and redirect her attention to the case at hand. "Enough of these diversions - let's get back to the matter we were investigating," she huffed, leaning in with renewed focus on her computer screen. Lucifer watched with amusement, knowing full well Raven's distaste for anything that pulled her away from the investigation.

"As you wish, Detective." Lucifer said with his signiture smile.