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This is the first story I publish in English so : Have mercy ! I am Belgian. The French version is available on my profile :)

This story follows the events from the last episode ( how sad episode TT)

I hope you'll like it !

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ADIEU


A void.

That's what he felt when looking around him. A huge void... around him. In him. Like a break. The end of something. Something that was so important... So valuable. So much sense.

All this... Completely ruined.

Lucifer sighed. A sigh concealing a greater emotion. More out of control. An emotion to which Lucifer didn't want to give in. Not now. Not yet. He slid the long white sheet over the piano, covering the lustrous black wood with this dull and lifeless cloth.

Dead.

Lucifer felt... dead. He was breathing. Moving. Thinking. But still... It was like his soul had been sucked... obliterated. Linda had only brought back a lifeless envelope from Hell. A wreck. The Devil... A man broken. By the closest beings to him. Those who were supposed to love him. To support him. His mother...His Father...All of them...Even Chloe. Everybody had manipulated him. Everybody had mocked him. Once again. The last straw.

It was enough.

Enough.

Enough with these shabby little games. Enough with lies. Enough with promises.

Enough.

He gently stroked the white sheet covering now his piano, stroking the remains of his life here. The life he had here. Deceptions. Delights. Hopes. Stroking everything that this place had offered him... and everything it had snatched from him.

This place which brought him Chloe...and which took her away from him.

Chloe...

Thinking about her, it awoke in him a dull pain and a deep hatred. Not of her. of them. of Him. And himself. Chloe had only been a pawn. So was he. So was his brother. Lucifer smiled softly, a weary smile. He found it ironic. The entire world saw him as the original manipulator... Him... A manipulator. He could have learned a lot from that part with his parents.

He walked away from the piano, slowly wandering between all the covered furniture. Wandering over the scattered remains of his earthly life. Wandering over his soul.

He wanted to leave. He had to leave.

Staying here was no longer possible. Unbereable. As much by the truth about him and Chloe as by his torment lived in Hell. He stopped nearby the balcony, staring with a tormented gaze the area between him and the piano. This area where Uriel had stood. This space of torture. This space of guilt.

The peace is here...

Really? For who? For him? Lucifer doubted it. Peace had always been forbidden to him. Peace was not necessarily intended for him... It might be Chloe's peace. Bring her peace. Salvation. A salvation which only would come by his own retirement. Lucifer exhaled gently, a deep lassitude assaulting each muscle, each cell from his body. He couldn't stay here anymore. He could no longer think. He was tired. Tired of all this masquerade.

Of this perpetual fight. Of these fake memories...Distorted.

" I'm not here for a case...I'm here for you...I thought you could use a friend..."

" Despite all your weirdness...I really like working with you ! "

" I guess we make a good team after all, don't we ? "

" And we'll talk... We'll talk later, yeah ? "

Lucifer swallowed hard, a tenacious knot suddenly obstructing his throat. So, all of this was just a lie? All these gestures... All these chats... All these moments... Everything... A simple lie? Was there one single thing... one single real moment? No... None of this was real. These emotions embracing his heart right now... Were they real? Or only another divine manipulation? Lucifer no longer knew. The only thing he knew... was the need to leave this place. Leave her. To get away. Let her live her life without celestial manipulation. Let her decide. Let her choose. A choice he had never had.

Lucifer walked slowly to the elevator. He switched off the lights, plunging the room into darkness... A darkness partially illuminated by the lighting of the elevator. A darkness sending him back to his own darkness. A darkness he didn't want to inflict to her. She was only Light. It was quite logical, in a way. Light attracts Darkness... and vice versa. The fact that him and Chloe were attracted to each other appeared as quite logical. A logical manipulation. Lucifer entered the narrow cabin, the doors gently closing on him.

Closing on Lucifer Morningstar: eccentric owner of the Lux and civilian consultant for the LAPD.


He walked slowly to his car, the fresh air of the evening breeze tickling the back of his neck. He opened the door of the car and glanced one last time the Lux before sitting at the wheel, closing up the door with a blow. He felt his phone strongly vibrate against his thigh and sighed. He pulled it out of his pocket, his hand clenching while reading the name on the bright screen.

Chloe... It was a voicemail from Chloe.

Not one voicemail... The hundredth.

Lucifer swallowed, his fingers tightening the phone against his moist palm. He brought the phone to his ear, the awkward embrace around his heart becoming more accentuated. After a first "beep", Chloe's sweet voice could be heard... A voice making his entire determination falter. A brief moment.

" Hey ! It's me again...Voicemail 337! " she joked clumsily.

A clumsy joke that let a slight smile on Lucifer's lips. An awkward emotion emerging inwardly, and amplifying at each syllable pronounced by the young woman.

"I am noxious, right ? But... Hum... It's just that you... you haven't been picking up or returning my calls so... I... I'm on my way over ! "

Indeed.

She was on her way over.

Lucifer noticed the car of the detective a little farther on, in the dark and deserted street. She parked in front of Lux. Lucifer didn't move. He stood there, sit in his car... hidden by the dim light... the phone still against his ear, watching Chloe getting out of her car and moving forward the entrance of Lux. She looked completely healed, her steps clearly more alert although a bit nervous. She looked around her, her blond hair swept by the fresh breeze. Lucifer memorized each feature, each mimic, each gesture proper to Chloe... listening with emotion the end of the message. Her last words accompanying Chloe's movements...Which led her to open the front door, under his troubled gaze.

" So...Hide the strippers ! " she joked again, a long silence following this approximated joke.

A silence during which Chloe passed the front door, that same door closed behind her. That same door that concluded her message.

" ...Yeah...I...I just hope you're okay...Okay...Bye..."

Lucifer heard the final "beep", putting several seconds to lower the phone, his dark look still stubbornly fixed in the direction of this door. He finally looked away, without actually seeing the phone in his hands. His trembling hands. Just like the rest of his body. He took a deep breath and threw the phone a little further down the street. He should not leave a trace. Not a single clue about where he was going. He didn't know himself.

But having Chloe chasing him... it would only make things much more difficult. For him. And for her. Lucifer started the engine of the car, glancing one more time towards Lux. Towards Chloe. A look that seemed to last an eternity.

"Goodbye ... Chloe ..." he whispered, his voice roughened by emotion or by that knot down his throat.

Goodbye...

This word was not strong enough to define this separation. The appropriate word was...

Adieu


To be continued...


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