"You let the only good thing in your life slip through your fingers!" Another voice cried as Lucifer ignored the the voice as he kept moving down the hallway. The world felt as if Amenidial had just shown up, and slowed time just to scold him. He almost laughed to himself at that. He should be scolded. He should be punished. He let her down.
"Chloe;" he whispered so faintly no one could hear it. He had been so close. So close.
She should have never been dragged into this. This was not what he wanted. He never wanted...this. To lose her. To loose the first good thing he had in his life in a long while.
"Monster!"
"Murderer!"
"Just letting everyone down as always!"
"She believed in you!"
Lucifer kept walking down the endless hallway as the noises refused to give up. Suddenly he found himself at her bedside. Chloe laid there motionless. Trixie draped over her lifeless body clinging onto her mother. Screaming and crying as if wanting to believe those tears will bring her mother back.
"You just weren't fast enough!"
"That girl has lost her mother now!"
"Monster!"
He quickly turned and moved out of the room. Chloe. His Chloe. He had been so close, and he screwed up. He had lost his light. His angel. He let her down.
Lucifer.
He had let everyone down. His greatest fear realized. That after millennia of loneliness. He had found his everything. The reason he woke up in the morning. He had found that again. He found his own light bringer, and he had lost her. He dropped to his knees and screamed in agony.
Lucifer!
His Chloe gone forever. He wouldn't see her again. He screamed again, turning his head towards the sky. Directing his pain towards the man responsible for his endless suffering. The man that took every good thing he had ever had away from him.
Lucifer! Please Lucifer!
"Monster!"
"Killer!"
The voices were approaching. He didn't care. He couldn't move a single muscle. Frozen in his own eternal pain. The voices, they could do whatever they pleased. He deserved to be punished. He deserved to suffer for letting her slip through his fingers. He deserved this.
Lucifer wake up!
Sweat dripped down his face as the familiar voice beckoning him to return to the waken world disappeared into the night. He groaned and pulled himself into a seated position in his bed.
It was empty just like it had been since he had gotten back from his little trip to Vegas. Even when candy had been there she slept in the guest house. His father knows that hadn't been used since…He shook that feeling away.
He slowly pulled himself out of his bed and dragged himself to the bar. He knew he wasn't gonna be able return to his bed after that hell of a dream. "No pun intended", he thought to himself. He poured himself a glass of scotch. Before making his way outside. The city of angels restless just as much as the devil that stood above it. He sipped his scotch as he sighed softly.
She had been close to dying. His Chloe. His everything. The fact that his father put her in his place was numbed by the fact that she was human. He was going to lose her. He was going to be alone. His father had put someone in his path that he could love. That would take away the pain for time. Just to be able to lose that person. Along with the fact that he could die around her just as easily. He couldn't. He couldn't force Chloe to be apart of this game she didn't choose. So his father tortured him once more forcing him to be in the same position he always was. Alone.
Alone again. And again. That's how it always was. Destined to be alone for all of time. He groaned a little to himself and threw the glass off the balcony.
"You think this is funny!" He screamed up at the sky. His anger starting to boil over. "Oh you just bloody love this don't you. Your son. The one who stood up for what he believed alone. Vilified! You just love this you ignorant sod!" Lucifer screamed so loud he was surprised the neighborhood didn't shake under the devil's wrath. His body shook violently with anger. His eyes blazing red, and a little sliver of bjs true form shone through. He let out another cry, before returning back to his bar. His form shifting between the ruler of hell, and the owner of lux as he did.
Everything was always taken away from him. Nothing could ever stay, he was the devil after all? Who the bloody hell cares about the devil? He fought back tears as he went to pour another glass of scotch. To his great annoyance there wasn't anymore glass. He growled and punched the counter, letting the marble crack under his force. As his hand punched the marble counter top the whole thing shook with great violence. Suddenly slipping through the cracks in between the drawers an envelope slipped out. As Lucifer let out a few loud breaths as he tried to control his form his red eyes took notice of the orange envelope on the floor.
"What the bloody-" he froze when he saw what it said. His body immediately relaxing, his eyes shifting back to normal.
"To Luci when you need it most."
His hands fumbled to pick it up. His hands shook with anger, and sadness as he clutched it in his hands. His eyes then gazed up at the ceiling. Looking right through the ceiling and staring up at the stars he couldn't see.
"It can't be." He muttered softly to himself. He was about to open the package when he froze again. _
The good doctor had only been awaken by the third ring of her cell phone. Doctor Linda let out a soft sigh as she slowly sat up. He eyes barely able to make out the clock without her glasses on.
2:34 am.
She groaned again as she answered the phone. Not bothering to see how it was.
"H-hello." She said in a half annoyed half awake tone. Whoever had the nerve to call her at this hour was going to face the wrath of a very flexible therapist. Her nerves quickly calmed when she heard who was on the other line.
"D-doctor." The person sounded so afraid. So broken. Something she had never heard from this particular client before. Many times had she been called at late hours with people begging for help. To ease them away from the edge. To call them back to reality. However this time. When she heard it she could almost hear her heart shatter. A person with such high walls, sounding as if he was a kicked puppy.
"What's going on Lucifer?"
There was no response for what felt like an eternity to the doctor. She pulled herself into a seated position in her bed, the sheets slowly slipping off as she impatiently anticipated a response.
"I found an envelope...please doctor…"
She was out of bed immediately after those words left his mouth. "I'll be there in ten."
He was already at the door when she arrived. Even at 2:45am was impeccably well dressed as always. Though his hair was messy and unkept. His eyes bloodshot, with dark circles. Which only made his blood shot eyes all the more noticeable. If she didn't know him she would think he just look tired. This, however was Lucifer. The devil himself. He never looked tired. Never looked flustered. Never left himself look weak in the slightest. This however was an entirely different story. Linda who was still in her pajamas, with a light jacket draped over her shoulders. Let out a reassuring sigh to herself. Prepping for what was to come. She didn't say a word to him as she unlocked he door to her office and slipped inside.
Lucifer walked behind her, as he did it was only then did she notice the orange envelope in his hand. He clutched it close to his heart. Which made the therapist choke a little.
He probably wasn't one to realize a sentimental moment, even when he was the one doing it. However Linda knew, even without him saying a word. That whatever was inside the envelope was of great importance to him. Heck she knew that before he even came just from the way he sounded on the phone. She sat down and crossed her legs, sitting up straight. Looking at her client as she did.
Lucifer was looking down at the envelope. His hands holding tightly onto the precious package. His grip firm, but not even daring to crinkle the package in the slightest.
"I've never seen you like this before, Lucifer." The therapist said very softly as the devil slowly looked up at her. His dark eyes, piercing with sadness and pain. He cleared his throat a little.
"The detective is wrong, you know?"
"About?"
"Why I left her." He shifted a little as he said that.
"Why did you leave?" Linda ask softly. Knowing well he was dodging what was really going on. Though she would get him to spill soon enough. Any step forward was a good step forward.
"I've lost someone like her before."
"A pawn placed by your father to destroy you?" Linda said with a very soft chuckle. Trying to lighten to the mood anyway she could. Normally it would be Lucifer cracking jokes, but it seemed like the roles needed to be reversed a little this morning.
To her satisfaction that got a very faint chuckle from the lord of hell.
"Ten points to Linda." She told herself, as she started to relax a little.
Lucifer shook his head. "A friend." That caught Linda's attention. Lucifer had never talked about another "friend" before. Especially someone he alluded to as being as dear of a friend as the detective was to him.
"So you have more than one friend." Linda asked. The devil tensed a little and shook his head.
"I don't even have one friend at the moment."
Linda scoffed a little. "The detective isn't your friend?"
He turned his gaze towards the floor. "You don't understand doctor. She can't be around me."
"Whys that."
"Because he takes everyone I care about away from me!" He shot up to his feet, his eyes blazing red. His middle finger raised towards the sky. The doctor froze as he did this. She had only seen his face once, and only a few freak outs. However this, this was routed in nothing but pain. She took a few deep breaths calming herself back down knowing that Lucifer needed her right now.
"Lucifer." She spoke very gently. He seemed to instantly snap out of it. He turned and looked at her. Embarrassment and shame in his eyes as he sat back down. During this whole event the envelope never left his hand.
"What happened Lucifer."
"It's kind of a long story."
Linda chuckled a little. Nervousness in her voice as she did. Knowing a long story with Lucifer could lead to a whole morning's worth of trouble. "Well you did wake me up and drag me here at two in the morning."
"You didn't have to come." He mumbled. There was the Lucifer she knew.
"Come on Lucifer. You at least owe that much to me for waking me up in the middle of the night."
He let out a soft groan. "I suppose you're right."
"Of course I am."
Linda thought she saw a small smile on Lucifer's face after she said that. He sat back into the couch as he gently laid the envelope onto his lap.
"Her name was Callie."