Disclaimer: Once again, no I don't own any of the character :(

Authors Note: Well here is my next instalment of Lucifer fanfic, this one was just me wanting to whump on poor Lucifer, so I just want to say sorry, kinda, sort of lol

This came to me simply from the fact that Chloe does make the Devil vulnerable and if certain 'individuals' found out, they would use this against him. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! This is a multi chapter and has already been written out, so posting between chapters shouldn't be much of a wait. And just wanted to say thanks to all those lovely people who followed, favourite'd and left reviews on my other stories. Seriously you guys rock!

Any mistakes are my own!

I am fallen, but I am free, I cannot fly, but I can see, my soul is broken, my body is cut, but my heart is full, where my strength is not. My wings maybe torn, my halo may be crooked, but I have my friends, who will guide me when I am blinded. - Unknown.

Wake up.

Lucifer ignored the incessant voice buzzing in his ear.

Wake up!

This time the voice commanded him in a familiar tone he'd thought he'd long forgotten, but Lucifer was his own man now and he wasn't going to take any orders from up above.

Lucifer, please!

Now that one got a reaction from the Lord of Hell. With surprising effort he opened his eyes and squinted at the sudden brightness in the room. That must have been one hell of a party, he thought to himself. It wasn't until he tried to raise his hand to block out the blinding light that a loud, metallic clink sounded. This certainly didn't feel like one of his salacious bondage rituals, not with the feeling of dread building in the pit of his stomach. Lucifer finally realised how dire his situation was as the room came into focus.

He was in a relatively small room, no windows and only one door in the corner. There didn't appear to be a handle on this side of the door so that meant it only opened from the outside. Who ever they were they were smart, a human couldn't possibly get out of this room, but the Devil? They obviously had no idea who they were dealing with.

Lucifer lifted his head slowly, willing the room to stop spinning so he could get his bearings and pull himself free of the iron shackles digging painfully into his wrists. They were currently holding him in place, the chain looped through a hook in the ceiling. He gave an experimental tug surprised at how secure it seemed.

He shook his head in an attempt to rid himself of the fog which was clouding his thoughts and making it difficult to remember what happened to land him in this place. A muffled groan to his left made him freeze in horror.

"Chloe?" his voice sounded rough, from disuse or shouting he had no idea.

There was silence for a moment and the Devil was sure his heart was going to beat right out of his chest if she didn't answer. His worry for her safety surpassing his own alarming situation.

"Lucifer?" She sounded just as confused as he did. "What happened?"

The club owner chuckled humorlessly. "I was hoping you could tell me, Detective?"

Chloe finally raised her head, her eyes widening in shock at the sight of her partner hanging from the ceiling by chains. Even with his tall stature his bare feet were barely touching the concrete floor, his shirt was ripped open revealing minor cuts and bruising, and his face looked worse than the time he and his brother fought. One side of his face looked as though it had been punched repeatedly and there were small pools of blood staining the ground beneath him. All in all, he looked pretty terrible.

"Oh my god, Lucifer!" She was too busy trying to get to her feet to notice his grimace at her mention of his father. Chloe's hands were handcuffed behind her back, but she managed to get to her knees and finally her feet with only a minor wobble. She leaned against the solid wall for a second, regaining her balance and slowly walked to her partner.

"Do I really look that bad, Detective?" His voice was unusually calm for their predicament, yet she saw a flash of something in his eyes before it was carefully hidden again.

Lucifer watched her approach, looking for any notable signs of injury, although other that her slight bout of dizziness and bruising on her cheek, she seemed to be fine. His heart rate calmed a little at his realisation, but he wasn't sure how long that would last. He couldn't remember who had taken them or for what purpose. What ever it was, it wasn't going to be anything good.

She stopped a breath away from him and with her hands presently out of commission she began assessing him for other injuries with her eyes. "How bad, Lucifer?"

"I'm fine, Detective. I'm the Devil, remember? Takes a lot more than a few right hooks to hurt me." He said it with such conviction, yet Chloe could tell there was something worrying him. Something in his gaze that contradicted his words.

"Can you get out of those?" Her eyes flicking to his wrists. She hoped with his ability to get out of her handcuffs that he might be able to use his freaky magic trick when it mattered most.

He tried again using his angelic strength to break the chains which should have been an easy task, though the more Lucifer thought about it, none of this was adding up. He'd been drugged, which shouldn't be able to happen. His strength seemed diminished and he felt strangely vulnerable. With a sharp twist he stared hard at the Detective.

No, no, no - this couldn't be happening. No one knew, they couldn't possibly.

Chloe backed up a step. Swallowing nervously at his piercing gaze. "Lucifer? What is it?"

"You're my weakness," he mumbled, his dark eyes unnaturally flat. There was no hint of the man she'd worked with for the past few months. It looked like he'd given up.

"Weakness? What do you mean?" she wanted to shake him, make him look at her, but his attention had been diverted to markings on the floor. Chloe took another step back to get a better look. How had she not noticed the image on the ground? Probably because it was very faint, yet she could make out the circular shape and some weird symbols within it. With a sickening feeling in her gut she'd wager a guess that Lucifer' blood had been used to draw it.

"Lucifer, I have no idea what's going on here, but if you know something," she pleaded. "Please tell me."

The man opened his mouth to speak then closed it, seemingly at a loss for words. This scared Chloe more than anything. For her usually unaffected partner to look so lost and confused, his body shaking with -

"Lucifer?" Chloe hesitated, feeling the temperature rise within the small room.

"I can't, please don't look at me." His voice sounded so childlike and pained that Chloe couldn't stop herself from looking. The man who laughed in criminals faces, could throw someone through a glass window like they weighted nothing more than a feather and got shot protecting her from a dirty cop; was scared, no not just scared, he was terrified.

Lucifer clenched his teeth, he could feel the fire rise within him, it flowed through his veins like a surge of molten lava consuming him. He couldn't let his anger and fear at this situation be the reason to fracture their partnership if she saw the real him. He'd worked too hard for it all to fall apart now. He trusted her, felt something for her that he didn't think was possible, and refused to let who ever had captured them take that away. He was the Devil after all. He shouldn't be feeling scared. It was those who chose to use Chloe against him that would soon know what fear felt like. After a few more calming breaths the temperature in the room returned to a more manageable level and Lucifer lifted his head to look at the woman before him. He could see she was hesitant to ask him what just happened, so he decided to answer her previous question.

"It's a Devil's trap."

"What?" she asked, finally looking back down at the markings.

"It's supposed to bind and trap the Devil. I think they gave me something, drugs perhaps but they are still affecting me." He eyed her curiously. "Are you affected?"

Chloe shrugged. "I have a sore head. Feels like someone smacked me in the face."

"Yes, you do seem to have a fist shaped mark obscuring your lovely features."

The Detective ignored him, her brow crinkled in frustration. Lucifer still wasn't explaining what he knew , or at the very least he wasn't making any sense.

"A Devil's trap? So what does that mean? You can't get out because you're the Devil?"

"Yes Detective, that's exactly what it means. And that who ever has taken us knows that you make me vulnerable. An easy target." Lucifer was starting to get annoyed. A part of him wished she would just accept that he was who he said he was, it would make things so much simpler. The other part was too close to her and didn't want to risk making her run from him, not when she brought out a better side of him. He valued her, friendship? He shuddered, Chloe really did make him vulnerable.

"Stop it Lucifer!" she snapped, finally at the end of her tether. So sick of his delusions. "Tell me what's going on!"

Lucifer was stopped from shouting back when another horribly familiar voice cut in. "Yes Lucifer, do tell. What is going on?"

"Azazel?"