A/N: Well… I'd wager that NOBODY would ever predict me posting a story on this. I always tend to write about things that really catch my interest. And boy… did Lucifer catch my interest. I only recently finished this incredible show and honestly loved everything about it. I love the characters and especially the amazing relationship that develops between Lucifer and Chloe. Obviously, all of you know that I'm a true romantic at heart, and the romance in this show is really good. The fact that season 3 ends with a cliffhanger really urged me to write a continuation prior to the release of season 4 next year. So although the majority of you will probably not actually read this little story (No idea how long it will be), I've decided to post it anyway just because I want to make a little continuation of my own. I hope any of you that stick around enjoy. As always, I'm doing it for personal enjoyment, have fun. I know I will!
Chapter 1: It all goes to hell
It was done. Cain… was gone. And by his hand. The first person he ever killed was the first murderer himself. Woah. The rush was making its way through his entire body. It was like an adrenaline shot, something he's been feeling for several minutes now. Damn. Rage was also there. Still a present companion. He could still feel the motionless body of Chloe on his arms. It was the only thing keeping him from going insane right now.
"Lucifer!" Her voice found its way into his head followed by loud steps. He allowed for the sound of them to pause before standing up form the dead corpse of his opponent.
Something felt… off. He felt different. The air around him was so hot.
"Lucifer…" She pressed again, trying to gain his attention.
He turned around to face her, trying to hide the smile forming on his face. She was alive and safe. Good. Maybe all of this would finally come to end. All of the pain, and fear. Nothing could put her in danger anymore. He would protect her, no matter the cost.
He was hoping that by now she would have leapt into his arms, maybe say how glad she was that he's okay. That's what she did last time, anyway. But instead, she just stood there. Completely still. There was something about her eyes that disturbed him. What was she so shocked about? Was it the dead body? Did she expect him to spare Cain after his men almost killed them both?
"It's all true." She gasped, her gaze becoming slightly crazed. Was it really the body? How could she be so damn shocked? Of course, Lucifer had to kill him. What else was she expecting to happen?
"Detective?" He asked. Trying to understand. Hoping she would explain. Or at least do something else but just stare.
"It's all true…" She repeated again, this time taking a tiny step back. Her arms slightly raised. Almost as if trying to ready for an incoming attack. What in the world is going on? Lucifer thought to himself.
The detective took another couple of steps back. Her breathing was speeding up and her eyes were open wide, almost as if she was too terrified to blink. Lucifer was starting to comprehend what must have happened, and the dreading thought was invading its way into his mind. He slowly looked down at his hands. Sure enough, they were no longer the hands he was used to. Instead, he could see the dark red, burnt and horrifying skin covering his hands. He brought one of them to his cheek and felt the roughness of his face. He could feel all the scars and rough edges of his devil face.
"Oh no." Lucifer gasped in response. Also taking a step back. His right foot grazed next to Cain's corpse, making him slightly lose balance. He stumbled back a bit further, putting more distance between him and the detective.
"Detective…" He had no idea what to say. The situation was overwhelming for him, talk about how it must feel for her. This was not how he wanted her to find out. To be quite honest, he didn't know if he ever wanted her to see his real face. There was a time when he actually settled on it and tried to show it to her. But soon after, he was glad it didn't work. None of that mattered now. She knew the truth.
He knew that getting closer to her would be a horrible choice. So he just took another step back. Her expression was the exact same as Linda's when she first saw his real face; frozen. Except that she was also terrified. That scared him a lot more than anything else.
Her breathing was starting to break down into smaller and more desperate breaths. Was she suffocating? Her eyes started to drift off and now she was crushing to the ground.
Lucifer leapt even before she started to fall, somehow predicting her actions. His hand connected with her head just before it hit the floor, which softened her fall. She passed out.
Lucifer picked her up and carried her away from Cain's body. He rested her gently against one of the huge white pillars before turning back to the centre where he could finally analyse the scene. The entire floor was covered in Lucifer's bloody feathers. It was quite a horrific sight. Seeing all of them actually reminded him of the pain which he could feel on his back. The wings were not healing. Hiding them caused a great deal of pain and Lucifer felt that taking them out would be even worse. He decided that for now, the most important thing was taking care of all the feathers, then removing the knife from Cain's body. The feathers were slightly too big to be confused with a bird's. The fact that they were pearly white and covered in blood didn't help.
Luckily, he spotted a rather large broom in the corner of the hall. Finally, at least a little bit of luck. Lucifer didn't know how long the detective was going to be out, so he would have to get this done quick. Passing out wasn't exactly something that had a timer. Cain's men were all knocked out pretty good. Lucifer was certain they would stay that way for at least a couple days.
He started swooping the floor, trying to pile all of the feathers together. Eventually, a rather big pile of red and white feathers was stacked in the centre of the hall. Lucifer reached for his inside pocket and took out his lighter. He lit it up and threw it on top of the pile. The feathers slowly started to ignite, causing a small flame in the centre of the hall. Lucifer just stood and watched the flames devour what used to be on his back.
For the first time since he was cast down from Heaven. Something actually sparked inside him as he looked at his destroyed feathers. There was a sense of regret and even sadness. Now that Amenadiel's theory was confirmed, Lucifer knew that the feathers weren't actually forced onto his back by dad. They were there because Lucifer himself felt like he wasn't a monster anymore. He actually felt like he was doing some good, and that's why they came back. But now. After killing Cain, his true self came back. He wanted to get back his devil face for so long. But now, when he finally had it. It brought no satisfaction. Only anger… and even fear. Chloe saw him. The real him. What now? She'd probably never want to see him again. A part of him hoped that she would perhaps react differently. Maybe even accept him, similarly to Linda. But that was a fool's dream. He was the devil, and humans were scared of the devil. After all, they believed that he stood behind all the bad things on this earth. Somehow, a part of him hoped that Chloe would see him differently.
Before he could let any more of his depressed thoughts consume him, Lucifer paced back to Chloe and picked her back up. Touching her felt like a sin. And even as the devil, it felt wrong. After seeing her face, he hated himself. It would surely never be the same. Not with her knowing the truth, and it actually terrified him. So much. He was even more afraid that he had the guts to admit that to himself. He carried her back towards the stairs and into the light. He took off his suit jacket, folded it and placed it under her head as a cushion. He took out her phone and searched the contact list until he found Dan. He clicked on his name and pressed the dial logo.
"Chloe! Are you okay?" Dan's desperate voice ringed through Lucifer's ear.
"She's on the first floor in the main hall. Marcus is here too. She's fine. Just hurry." Lucifer informed before bringing the phone away from his ear.
"Lucifer? Why do you have Chloe's phone? What's going-" He hanged up before Dan's question could reach him. He placed the phone back in Chloe's pocket and turned toward Cain. The knife was lodged squarely in the centre of his chest. Lucifer knelt down and grabbed onto the blade firmly before pulling it out. The hole in his chest started to fill up with blood. Regardless of what it caused, Lucifer was glad to see Cain dead. The man who caused so much pain to Chloe. Who caused so much pain to him… was finally punished. Not all went wrong today. Not this.
He took one last look at the unconscious body of his partner. He didn't know whether he would ever see her again. A part of him wanted to get close to her one last time. To brush her cheek with his fingers. But he didn't deserve that. So he took a final glance, trying his best to remember the details of her face. She really was very beautiful. Maybe not as glamorous as some of the women Lucifer met in his existence. But there was something very natural about her beauty. He never really gave it much thought until now. It almost made him smile bitterly. You really do appreciate the things you had once you lose them.
He started making his way to the back exit past the small pile of ashes which was all that remained of his bloody feathers. Dan, Ella and probably a large SWAT team won't hesitate to enter through the main doors. The air outside felt good. It was a bit colder than he could remember. He was about to walk out into the main road when he realised that his skin was still flaming red. He quickly returned to the shadow of the building and looked down at his hands. He focused hard, trying to make them go back to normal. But it wasn't working.
Great. So now I'm stuck with my devil face. Perfect! He thought to himself. There was no way of hiding his face. It would be too visible, even if he managed to find a hat. But he couldn't go back inside either. Dan would arrive any minute now and having his face seen by him and Miss Lopez was the last thing he needed.
It was then when he heard the squeak of tires and an engine nearing him. The black Audi R8 made its way down the alleyway until it broke violently right beside him. The passenger door opened revealing Linda who was staring right at him while getting out.
"Thank god, you're okay!" She gasped grabbing him by the arm and trying to pull him into the car.
"I would really not mention him right this moment," Lucifer answered. Trying to hide how glad he was to see her. He sat inside the car and saw Mazikeen who greeted him with an unexpected hug.
"You're okay!" She exhaled into his shoulder.
"I've been better, thank you. Although you seem like you've had a good time yourself. Care to explain?" Lucifer asked, trying to make his voice sound normal. Mazikeen was bruised and quite bloody all over the place. It looked as if she almost went through the same hell as him. He also couldn't help but wonder how she found him.
Linda was standing right next to the car, still struggling to take her eyes off of Lucifer. Seeing her face reminded him of a very, very bad memory which was still fresh in his mind.
"I know. I look hellish. I can't do anything about it right now. I need to go Lux." He informed them both.
"What the hell happened in there?" Mazikeen asked.
"It's a very long, and slightly unfortunate story. I'd much rather not explain it right now. I'd also like to inform that a SWAT team is on its way and I'd prefer them to not see me like this." Lucifer explained.
Linda leaned into the car window and looked at Mazikeen "Alright. Go. Take Lucifer to Lux. I'll just take the taxi there. Honestly, couldn't you have gotten a car with more than two seats?" She sighed.
Mazikeen smirked, "I have a couple but all of them are terribly slow and Lucifer clearly needed our help."
That got Lucifer's attention "About that… how did you know where I was? Actually. No. Scratch that. You can explain at Lux. I need to get out of here. Sorry for taking your seat, darling." He told Linda.
She cracked a smile, "Don't be silly, we came here for you. Now go. Before someone sees you. I hope you explain everything at Lux."
With that said, Mazikeen pressed on the gas, making the car thrust forward, causing Lucifer's head to spin slightly. He was still too close to the detective. With every metre away from the building, his strength seemed to be coming back. It felt good. And yet horrible at the same time. The stronger he became, the further he was from… her.
"So… can you tell me what exactly happened?" Mazikeen asked.
Lucifer leaned down slowly, covering his face with his hands and trying to block out the light. His physical strength was growing. He could feel the pain on his back slowly fade away. But mentally, he was drained. It felt similar to that time when he didn't sleep for several days.
"Not now, Mazikeen. Please. Just drive. I want to go home." He knew that his words would only worry her more. Mazikeen never saw him in this state. Damn. Lucifer never saw himself in this state either. He had no idea where this would go. For the first time in all of his existence, Lucifer was completely lost.