Hello. So, unless you can't tell by my little over tagging session, this part got away from me. I know I said it would be long but it's gotten so long that I figured I need to brake it into chapters so it's, um, not ridiculously long.

Warning: first part is quite dark - there's little to no humour, yet I am trying to keep them in character. I've been watching a lot of the more serious parts from the show, over and over, to try get a grasp on it.

Although this can stand alone (it's much entertaining to go read the whole thing - don't you think? ha ha!) All you need to know is Chloe believes Lucifer is the Devil and that she's gotten herself damned to Hell because the angels see her 'friendship' as siding with him.


1.

The little yelp of surprise was involuntary as she failed to notice the man sneaking up behind her as she knocked out the woman who'd had her gun trained on Lucifer, while he was otherwise pre-occupied. They had been quietly surveying LA's newest drug ring, but someone must have tipped them off because they weren't in the building two minutes before they were surrounded. She was supposed to stay on the sidelines, 'just take out the guys who get past me', Lucifer had quickly whispered to her before loudly announcing to the room – drawing the attention away from her so she could slip into the background and away from the potential gunfire – that he was going to enjoy taking them all down one by one.

The past couple of weeks they'd remained mostly out of danger, purposely calling in SWAT and backup whenever they thought the situation could involve anything other than a simple one man job. Lucifer had been playing by the book, and was not taking any risks with her life as they still hadn't found a solution to the whole 'angels banning her from Heaven' headache yet. But luck had never been Chloe or Lucifer's friend, and their good fortune was bound to abandon them sooner or later.

The man slid up behind her while she was distracted taking out the woman's kneecaps. The sharpness of the blade was cold against her throat as he wrapped the other around her waist, pulling her up tight. She froze. Her first thought being thank god she'd taken out the woman so Lucifer was alerted to her presence as he spun around; the unconscious man in his hands forgotten and dropped to the concrete as he quickly calculated her predicament.

"Bloody hell Detective; I told you I had this."

His voice was agitated as he quickly scanned her body to make sure she was unharmed. She bristled, if she hadn't stepped in there was a good chance he would have been shot to Hell. Quite literally – she would have snorted at that if she wasn't terrified any sudden movement would have the sharp knife at her throat slicing through her jugular like butter. She winced at the thought and his eyes narrowed in response. She tried to send him a reassuring smile; but knew it was pretty pointless.

Lucifer took a small step forwards-

"Hold it right there mister-"

Lucifer immediately stopped walking, raising his hands slightly in surrender. Chloe had to give him brownie points for remaining so calm when she was pretty sure every bone in his body was screaming at him to attack.

"-another move and she dies."

The hand around her middle pulled her further backwards, lifting her slightly off her feet. She gasped as the knife pressed further into her throat; just on this side of not drawing blood. The man's breath wafted past her ear as she spoke and she scrunched her face at the rotten smell. Clearly he didn't brush his teeth often. "This is what's gonna happen. You're gonna collect all the guns and put them in a pile in the middle of the room. Then you're gonna come back here and kneel." At the narrow of Lucifer's eyes the man laughed, a harsh bitter sound. Chloe briefly wondered what had happened in this man's life to make him so cruel. "I have someone who wants to meet ya-" the knife at her throat pressed a tiny bit harder, and Chloe flinched as it bit her skin, "-and no funny business. I was warned about your games. Mess with people's heads you do." The grip around her middle squeezed and an unintentional choke was forced from her as her breath whooshed out. "One move out of line and the ground gets painted red with her blood."

There was a beat of silence and Chloe was terrified that Lucifer was just going to ignore everything the man had just said and charge at them. She was wrong, Lucifer stalled for a millisecond longer and Chloe's eyes widened as Lucifer slowly nodded, turning and quietly moving to collect the weapons. She knew from the tenseness in his shoulders, that he was vibrating with rage as he tucked the guns under his arms as he moved gracefully around the unconscious bodies. He couldn't do anything about the ridicule because she was his weakness. This was all her fault… hold on, her brain halted for a second as something dawned on her.

If the illiterate jerk behind her knew about Lucifer's mind tricks then the person had to know Lucifer was the Devil. Her head quickly ran through all the possibilities and – there was a good chance she'd missed someone or simply not accounted for an individual, Lucifer didn't tell her everything – then her choices were Amenadiel and, and his mother. She highly doubted Amenadiel would be threatening her life at this point, she'd met him a few times in the past few weeks as the brother's discussed their mother's whereabouts and her whole- issue, and he'd treated her nicely enough. Meaning…

"Kneel." The man behind her gruffly shoved her. Being unbalanced she quickly dropped, flinching in pain as the hard concrete jolted through her knees, shooting up her legs. She gritted her teeth, not letting the ass see her suffer. Lucifer's eyes flickered to her as he circled around and came to a stop in the middle of the room, laying the guns down and straightening up. He stared at her a second longer and she tried to communicate with her eyes that she was fine, sending him a tiny almost imperceptible smile. She was pretty sure if she spoke the man would knock her out, and she needed to be conscious. Any sudden movements could have her laying on the ground completely helpless, and at least this way she was alert.

The man's hand that had been around her waist was now pressing down on her shoulder and the knife had moved up under her chin but was still pressed into her neck. She swallowed carefully, feeling the blade press down.

"Your turn to get down."

Lucifer stalled, remaining standing and staring at her, guilt flashing in his eyes so quickly she almost missed it.

"I said. Down."

"No." Lucifer growled, the sound rumbling in his chest sounding very inhuman.

The hand on her shoulder moved to her hair and yanked backwards harshly so she was looking at the ceiling. Her breath halted in her throat and the tiny shocked sound of pain was almost undetectable. She would not show weakness to the scum who was using her to get Lucifer under his thumb. The knife pressed further into her throat and the man chuckled as though her discomfort was a gold comedy moment. If she moved her eyes down she could just see Lucifer's profile as panic flickered across his face and he went to move forwards. "I will slit her pretty little throat." If the man pressed any harder with his blade she was a goner. She watched as Lucifer stopped, resigning himself as he set his shoulders. His eyes promising a slow painful death to the man holding her, and moved to get down…

A slow clap filled the room, echoing around them, and Chloe watched as Lucifer's head snapped around to the shadows to the left of him as he raised himself back to his full height. She followed his line of sight, watching as a tall black haired woman waltzed out of the darkness. How long had she been there? "Oh isn't this absolutely wonderful." Her voice was musical, and not what Chloe would have expected from the way she slinked through the warehouse shadows as she approached. Although her smile was as malicious and cruelhearted as she'd imagined as her glossed lips tilted upwards in callous amusement. She'd seen the same manic looking smile on Lucifer's face so many times when he was squaring up to his brother or to some criminal he believed needed to be punished; but coming from this woman it just seemed wrong.

"Mother…" Lucifer's voice was a half hiss and half acknowledgment as he watched her advance.

Distracted as she was, Chloe still immediately noticed when the man's hands loosened his grip on her hair. Not wasting her sudden advantage she threw the rest of her weight backwards, rolling out of his grip. She hit the floor hard but quickly scrambled upwards onto her feet. He lashed out, and she barely felt the slash as she kicked a leg at his right knee cap. He grunted in pain and as he lost his balance she elbowed him, hard, between his shoulder blades. He went down and she finished him off with a kick under the chin; watching his body slump to the floor. She bent over, hands braced on her thighs as she panted, hair falling in her face as she breathed.

She didn't miss the look of pride Lucifer shot her way; silently asking if she was okay-

"I knew there was a reason you liked this one." Lucifer's mother was practically purring, "where'd you find her?"

Lucifer's voice was level, yet firm, when he answered. "She isn't a possession." When he didn't get a response other than an amused raised eyebrow he sighed, and added; "what do you want mother? Why are you here?"

"Well, I thought it was about time we had a nice mother and son reacquaintance," Chloe was beginning to get sick of the way this woman's words slipped over her tongue as she spoke, "a little bonding time, don't you think?" She smiled, tilting her head in what Chloe guessed was supposed to be a mimicry of childish inquisitiveness.

She didn't hear Lucifer's reply but she guessed it was something snarky, probably provoking, as she was too busy staring at her hands. She had placed them against the slowly increasing ache in her stomach, and they were now covered in blood. She swallowed, she was never afraid of blood, but her own blood… and so much of it.

Lucifer's voice faded into the background as she stared at her hands; a droplet rolled off her finger and dropped to the floor. She watched it hypnotically as it balanced at the end of her finger for a split second, wobbling, before it dropped and splashed on the ground; two more drops quickly following and creating the beginnings of a puddle. Not really sure what to do, she blinked, should she try to stop the bleeding? There seemed to be too much of it to stop with what she had on hand? Her stomach cramped in pain and the room spun a little at the edges of her vision. She wobbled as she lost her balance for a second before regaining it, and coughed, hunching over as specks of blood splattered onto her hand.

"You're little Detective doesn't seem to be doing too well."

Well whatever mother and son had been talking about apparently was no longer a subject of conversation as there was abrupt silence. She looked up, placing her hands back on her stomach, to see Lucifer looking at her in utter horror. She didn't think she'd seen that expression before; it didn't really suit him. He was much better with other emotions… "Chloe-"

She blinked at Lucifer, taking her hands away from her stomach to double check the blood was still there, it was. "Lucifer?" Her voice cracked and the room span around her. This time she wasn't quite able to retain her balance, her knees giving in and she fell… Lucifer's arms wrapping around and stabilizing as the ground rushed towards them. Her hands immediately gripped his sleeves to stop herself falling further and he helped lower her to the ground. "There's too much blood." She whispered, looking at him, her eyes felt too wide and her mouth tasted like copper.

"You're going to be fine." Lucifer's voice cracked a little, and she tightened her grip on his sleeve as a wave of pain washed through her. She choked a little. "You're not going anywhere. Not yet."

There was a light tinkle of a laugh from somewhere over her shoulder and a voice soon followed. "She sure seems to be doing a mighty fine job of going somewhere." There was a light tap as heels walked across concrete. "Tell me Lucifer, where is she going?"

"Fuck off mother."

Normally Lucifer would have attacked, or at least lashed out at the person mocking him, but instead his arms stayed wrapped around her; saving her from the cold concrete. She shivered anyway. And his arms tightened.

"You can't hold her soul, can you? It's too far out of your reach." The voice was too high pitched and Chloe winced as it vibrated in her ears.

Lucifer's voice was a rumble beneath her as he spoke, "I said, fuck off." He shifted and the pain dispersed from her stomach up her body and she whimpered, her vision swimming. Yet the new position meant she could see the woman taunting Lucifer.

Said woman left out a wistful sigh, tongue coming out to lick her bottom lip before vanishing back inside her mouth. "Very well. Find me when you're done with-" she waved her hands in their general direction, "this."

"In your dreams." Lucifer muttered, but it fell on deaf ears as his mother was already waltzing away; merging with the shadows… "Chloe?" There was a beat of silence, and his grip tightened on her further, voice sounding strained. "You still with me?"

She was feeling a little lightheaded but she managed a small groan, "uh, I hurt." The room shifted around her and the sharp pain in her stomach dulled a little. She allowed her eyes to close, "also, sleepy."

His breath hitched, and he pulled her into him further, "come on Detective, for me, try to stay awake."

She wasn't used to hearing him sound so panicked, it didn't sound right. He was supposed to be confident, strong, he was supposed to be- happy. She managed to crack open an eye, vision blurry before his face swam into focus. He was little wavy around the edges but she knew vaguely where to aim as she lifted an arm. Her limb felt heavy and she had to concentrate to lift it, but she managed to raise it to Lucifer's face and she grazed his cheek, "you're not- allowed- to be sad." Her voice broke, and it took a lot of effort, and as her hand slipped back into her lap she managed a small smile. Her heart felt heavy as the truth settled within her. She was dying. There was no way out of this one. She took a wavering breath, managing to open her other eye so she could see him. She tried to find her voice, it took a lot of effort but she manage to force the words out, "come get me?"

He let out a heavy breath, a pained sound falling from his lips as he watched her close her eyes. "Yes. Yes Chloe, I'll come get you."

She managed a small reassuring smile. Her body felt warm, comforting as she sunk into it, and her grip on Lucifer's jacket loosened as the haze took over. Her breaths coming slower as she slowly succumbed to the tiredness washing over her. She felt Lucifer move and she didn't have the strength to bring him back as he lowered her to the concrete. The ground seeped through her clothes but she couldn't feel the cold any more, just the slight firm pressure as it pressed into her.

Lucifer walked away from her; she could hear the light tapping of his shoes on the floor.

"Hey douchebag, wake up." There was a muffled shuffle, and a groan as she guessed Lucifer picked up someone from the floor, "wakey wakey." There was a beat of silence. "There we go… good morning! Now here," there was a slight noise and a metal click, "shoot me."

She figured the person he was holding answered but she couldn't hear them. "Well I'm not exactly going to shoot myself am I? That's your job-" Lucifer continued but it faded into the background as a slight buzz filled her ears and blocked her hearing. Her body felt heavy and her brain was shutting down, darkness obliterating everything as she succumbed.

The last thing that cut through the muted silence was a loud bang.


The whole thing is written. I would upload it all at once but I haven't gotten around to grammar/spelling checking the whole (nearly 30 pages - oops) thing yet. So bare with me and the next part will be up tomorrow. I just need to figure out where I'm breaking all the chapters up and it'll be for your viewing pleasure.

Next chapters are not as dark - I give you my word - and there's a lot more bouncy fun to be had once our favourite pairing have gotten to where I've been wanting to put them since I started this little (slowly blossoming out of my control) series.

Penny for your thoughts?