Disclaimer: Own nothing, It's quite cruel really ;)
Authors Note: This one sort of popped up out of nowhere. I just thought what might have happened if when Lucifer asked Amenadiel to take him back to hell the Angel complied with his request. Back on earth things happen with Chloe, Dan and Malcolm. Chloe gets into trouble and the Angels decide it would be best to let Lucifer know what's happened in case he finds out and goes into a rage worthy of an apocalypse lol and even though he didn't leave on good terms with the Detective, Lucifer still cares about her.
Rated T for safety!
Hope you Enjoy!
Gabriel stood just outside the gates unwilling to go any closer. The smell of sulphur and burning flesh assaulted his senses and he had to hold back the urge to gag. He couldn't help the shiver that travelled through his body at the sounds of the screaming and tortured souls begging for release, others just crying out in perpetual agony. The Arch Angel had never had to visit the gates of hell before and didn't particularly want to be here, but he had been chosen as the only sibling that Lucifer tolerated and would perhaps listen to without throwing a compete fit. They were all in agreement that if Lucifer wasn't told of the situation and found out himself what was happening on earth, there would be hell to pay. And none of them relished the idea of trying to calm the Devil when he was in a fit of rage.
There was no need for him to venture beyond the gates. All of hell was aware of his presence. In the darkness of the underworld, an angel of the lord was a beacon of light in the blackness.
It didn't take long for his brother to finally grace him with his presence.
"What the bloody hell are you doing here?"
Gabriel couldn't stop his lips from quirking in amusement. His brother hadn't changed at all. His mood sobered when he remembered why he was here. "We need your help."
Lucifer couldn't help it, he burst out laughing, his shoulders shaking as he let the irony of his brother's plight wash over him. The sheer audacity of the statement was enough to make Lucifer question his sibling' sanity. They had shunned him, allowed him to be vilified for millennia and when he decided to take a break from being a torturer and escaped to LA for five years, they had harassed him constantly. His time on earth ending after he'd been framed for murder by the man Amenadiel had brought back from the dead, and the only person Lucifer actually gave a damn about' opinion of him, had turned against him. He'd asked Amenadiel to return him to hell after that, too consumed with pain and heartbreak to stay another second on earth.
His head tilted to the side as he gazed at this younger brother and finally came to a decision. "No."
Gabriel groaned. Of course Lucifer would be difficult, he couldn't recall a time when his big brother had been anything but. "Please Lucifer. This isn't for us."
"Oh?" His eyebrow arched curiously. "Then who is it for, brother?"
"It's a favour for a friend." At the dark look Lucifer aimed at him he added, "It's for Chloe."
The Devil's expression darkened at the mention of her name and he was about to turn and disappear back to his hellish throne when Gabriel called out.
"She needs your help, Lucifer." The Angel hoped his brother could see past his anger and bitterness and instead focus how much he cared for the detective. "I know you cared for her."
Lucifer paused, his heart warring with his brain. "I did as father asked. I returned to Hell and reprised my role in his play." He turned to face Gabriel, his eyes narrowed dangerously and took a threatening step toward his younger sibling. "But don't think for one second that gives you feather brained imbeciles the right to come down here and demand my help for some mortal woman. Why don't you lot help? Oh that's right, you don't interfere. Well, I thought that too until Amenadiel decided to stick his nose in where it didn't belong."
Gabriel sighed deeply. This wasn't going well at all.
"And did you lot do anything about that? Did you bloody hell as like," Lucifer snapped. He paced back and forth in front of his brother like a caged animal, his arms waving wildly. "You can all go to hell!"
"Lucifer," the younger Angel pleaded. "She needs you."
Lucifer turned away so that Gabriel wouldn't see the indecision in his face, he gnawed on his bottom lip and tried desperately to push all thoughts of Chloe to the back of his mind, but she was always there. It didn't matter that for him almost a hundred years had passed since Amenadiel had returned him to hell, on earth it was more like a few days, a week at most since he'd departed. He could still picture her smiling face, her laugh, and it still bothered him how she didn't succumb to his Devilish charm. The Detective was his kryptonite and he knew it.
Gabriel stepped closer to Lucifer who still had his back to him and hoped he wasn't making a mistake as he placed his hand on his brother' shoulder, offering comfort to the fallen angel. He felt him flinch slightly at the contact, but he didn't move away or shout at him so Gabriel took it as a win.
The Devil's shoulders sagged, his head dipped forward and he pinched the bridge of his nose. "What happened?" he finally asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. He still wouldn't meet his brother' gaze and he tried not to think about how much he missed the familial contact. It had been far too long.
"That human that our brother brought back from the dead..."
"Malcolm?"
"Yes, well he um, he-"
"Spit it out, brother!" Lucifer demanded, finally losing his patience.
"He kidnapped Chloe' daughter, threatened to kill her if the Detective didn't help him steal money from evidence." Gabriel explained quickly, almost taking a step back at the furious look his brother was giving him.
"He did what?!" Lucifer bellowed, his eyes flashing crimson and his human form shifting between his two identities as he struggled to repress his rage. "Why would he even need her to, couldn't he just take it himself?" The Devil tried to reign in his nastier side, it didn't take much for it to come forth while residing in hell. Probably because there was no need to hide it here.
Holding his hands up in a placating gesture. Gabriel attempted to soothe his brother' ire before continuing. He watched Lucifer close his eyes and breathe deeply a few times, his eyes returning to their normal colour at the same time his form settled back to normal. It made the younger Angel nervous when his brother lost control.
Lucifer motioned for him to continue after a brief pause.
"Her Ex told her he was the one who shot Malcolm." Gabriel saw Lucifer's brow rise in genuine surprise. "So she slapped him, pretty hard actually." This time a small smile tugged at the corners of Lucifer' lips. "When she realised Malcolm was the one who framed you, and Dan had helped him get the gun that was used, she went after the dirty cop on her own, but Malcolm somehow found out that Dan told Chloe. He knew she'd come after him, so he took the little girl as a bargaining chip, and got the Detective to steal the money he needed to disappear. She got the upper hand and shot Malcolm, he's not dead though. You'd know anyway because he'd end up here."
The Devil was silent as he absorbed the information. "Is the child alright?" he asked softly, his dark eyes crinkled in concern.
"Yes, she's fine," assured Gabriel. "It's Chloe who has been arrested for stealing evidence and shooting the dirty cop. If she's put behind bars, she'll be vulnerable to all of the sadistic criminals she has already locked away. It will be a death sentence."
Lucifer's eyes changed colour, though not to the usual red when he was angry. No, this time they darkened until they were completely black and his body was coiled like a spring. He could feel himself losing control and in one swift movement he had his brother by the throat.
Gabriel's feet dangled several inches off the ground, yet he made no move to defend himself. He knew Lucifer was passionate and the worst thing to do in this situation would be throwing more oil into the fire.
"Why?! Why did you let this happen?" Lucifer roared, his hand tightening around his brother' neck. "WHY?!"
Gabriel croaked, and knowing he wouldn't be able to speak with a crushed throat he grabbed at Lucifer's hand and started to pull.
"L-Luci.." The Angel managed to gasp out.
Lucifer's eyes widened and he released his younger brother, taking a step back and getting his temper back under control. It took him a few moments before he could face his brother and when he finally did he was surprised to see genuine concern in Gabriel' eyes.
"I know you care for her, Luci." He massaged his throat and took a step closer. "They asked me to come down because they thought you'd be less inclined to hurt me." He took another step closer. "Not entirely sure they made the right call," he mumbled under his breath.
"They did." Lucifer said softly, finally lifting his head to meet his brother' gaze.
"What?"
"You said you didn't think they'd made the right call sending you. They did. If you were any of the others, I wouldn't have stopped."
Gabriel was shocked at his brother' honesty. It was easy to forget after how long they'd been separated that Lucifer had always been honest, he didn't lie or need to manipulate because the truth was usually worse. Being around Michael, Raphael and his many other siblings it was easy to forget, because they blamed Lucifer for everything. He was the fallen Angel, a mockery of everything divine. Gabriel cleared his throat and smiled at his big brother.
"I've missed you, Lucifer."
The Devil faltered, unsure he heard correctly. "Bloody hell, Gabriel. This is no time for getting sentimental."
Gabe chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. "Sorry. Couldn't help it. You know what they're like, they haven't changed at all."
Lucifer grinned. Out of all of his brothers and sisters, Gabriel was the one he'd been most fond of. Not just the fact they looked quite similar with the dark hair and eyes, similar stature and liked to push the boundaries a bit, but that they both got bored easily and wanted more than what was expected of them. Unlike his brother Lucifer was more out spoken and it had cost him dearly.
A long fall and even lonelier existence.
"What happens now then?"
Gabriel's eyes widened. "You mean you'll go?"
"Yes, of course. Can't have you going back saying you'd failed in your task now could I?"
"Thank you, brother." The younger Angel beamed brightly. "If you go now I will watch the gates, make sure no souls manage to slip past."
Lucifer walked up to his little brother and squeezed his shoulder in what used to be a familiar show of comfort between them. With a smirk he nodded toward his throne. "Leave the light on, I'll be back soon." With a small frown he suddenly realised. "How do I get ther-?"
Gabriel snapped his fingers, smiling as his brother vanished in a flash of light. He grumbled to himself as he stared beyond the gates.
Now all he had to do was wait, and hope that Lucifer wouldn't do anything stupid.
He snorted to himself. Yeah, like that was going to happen.
Lucifer appeared in his penthouse at Lux in a blinding flash of white light. He staggered slightly, before finally getting his bearings. He'd get his own back on Gabriel for not giving him any warning once he returned to hell. Dusting down his suit jacket, he gazed around his apartment with a sad longing. He did miss it. Missed the drinks, the sex, the drugs, and Chl-...Chloe Decker. Damn her for making him an emotional wreck. He was the bloody Devil, some lowly human shouldn't be able to make him feel this way. Like some school boy with a crush, desperate for her attention.
With a determined stride he headed for his en suite bathroom to take a quick shower. He knew time was of the essence, but he couldn't very well let his first meeting with the Detective be with him smelling of burning ash and lingering torment.
Lucifer was sure he'd set a new record for cleaning himself. He washed the dirt and dust from his body, and stepped out of the shower feeling fresh and clean at last. Walking to his closet he pulled out a fresh shirt and pants.
Once dressed he turned to face the mirror and couldn't help but grin at his obvious good looks. He was a handsome devil. Fixing the cuff's on his shirt he reached for his suit jacket and started toward the elevator, then paused, his eyes flickering to his private bar. He really was far too sober to be dealing with the emotions that were bound to overwhelm him once he was face to face with the Detective. Pouring himself one of his most expensive scotch' into a glass, he swallowed it in one gulp enjoying the burning feeling at the back of his throat and then poured himself another. This one he took his time with, savouring the taste and once he'd finished he took a deep, calming breath. Straightening his jacket he walked to the elevator and stepped inside.
Now he was ready. Or so he told himself. A weight had settled on his chest and as much as he tried to alleviate the pressure by rubbing his hand over the phantom ache, it didn't seem to be going away. As the doors slid closed, Lucifer shut his eyes and did something he hadn't done in a very long time, he prayed. Prayed for the strength to be able to walk away from Chloe a second time, and hope that the broken pieces of his heart wouldn't shatter completely.