He knelt there, hunched over Pierce's lifeless body. His head bowed, not very visible from how he was kneeling. She approached with caution, hand on the hilt of her gun.

"Lucifer?"

At the sound of her voice, he stood. Her breath hitched in her throat as he turned around. Her eyes grew wide as she saw the face of something that wasn't the man she had grown to care about. It was something else, not human, not anything she had ever seen before.

"It's all true," she breathed in horror.

The fiery eyes softened, somehow confused.

"Detective?"

"It's all true."

Chloe blinked out of her memory, finding herself at her desk in the precinct. Officers rushed around, going about their work. Her eyes fell on the empty chair beside her desk. A chair that should have had an occupant. A tall, dark haired, annoying occupant.

"Chloe?"

She looked up to find Dan standing over her. His eyes held a strange sadness behind them. One that no doubt her own eyes mirrored.

"You doin' okay?" Dan asked.

Chloe nodded. "Yep. Never better." However, her gaze drifted back to the empty chair as she said it. "Maybe I should call?"

"It's been three weeks, Chloe. You have called, multiple times."

"Yeah, but maybe this time he'll pick up."

Dan sighed. "You pulled your gun on him. On your partner."

"All the more reason I should call."

"Do what you will. Maybe he will answer."

Chloe reached for her phone, hand hovering over the receiver. She pulled away.

"But what if he doesn't?"

"Then maybe a personalized approached would work best."

Chloe nodded, expression worried and nervous. "What have I done, Dan?" she whispered. "He's my partner."

"And I'm sure if you explain that it was just an accident he'll understand. It is Lucifer. He cares about you too much to stay away."

Chloe bit her thumbnail. "But what if this time I went too far?"

"Talk to him. He'll understand."

Chloe grabbed her coat and stood up. "Yeah, I mean...what's the worst he could say, right?"

The elevator dinged before the doors slid open. Darkness met her, but her well trained eyes saw through the shroud. Sharp heels clicked against the marble flooring.

Dark eyes scanned the inky blackness. Somewhere in the darkness she could hear heavy breathing.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Mazikeen?"

The voice was foreign, yet familiar. It was shaky with emotion. She would even go so far as to call it broken. Maze reached over and flipped on the light switch. The penthouse was illuminated in harsh yellow light.

The sight before her gave her pause. The figure sitting at the piano was not the Lucifer Morningstar she knew. His lustful dark eyes were cold, empty, red and puffy from crying. His glistening black hair was messy and unkept. His suit was also a mess. No tie, white shirt wrinkled and worn, and vest unbuttoned and left hanging open.

"Lucifer?"

He picked up his whiskey glass and brought it to his lips. "She looked at me the same way."

He gulped down the drink as Maze walked over. "What happened to you?" she asked in worry.

Lucifer's left hand played with the piano keys as he set down the glass. "She saw it, Maze."

"Who saw what?"

"The Detective. She...she saw my devil face."

Maze slowly nodded, realization dawning on her. "I take it she didn't take it well."

Lucifer poured himself another drink. "She pulled her gun on me. But it was the look she gave me. It was the same look Linda gave me when I showed her."

Maze sat down on the piano stool next to him. Lucifer downed his second drink.

"What are you doing here anyway? I thought you hated me."

"I got worried."

Lucifer scoffed a laugh. "You? Worried about me? The one who hated me so much she went so far as to make me think I was going crazy?"

Maze looked down at the piano. "I'll admit, I did hate you...at the time. But, I wanted to go home so badly. I was willing to sacrifice everything we had to get what I wanted."

Lucifer looked over at her. "What changed your mind?"

Maze met his eyes. "A human. When Pierce threatened Linda I...I don't know, I...I couldn't lose her. And I realized that, despite everything we went through, you using me and all that, you were my friend, too."

Lucifer gave her a small, sad smile before looking away. His fingers toyed with the ivories, but he couldn't bring himself to play. He felt lost, cold and empty inside. His fire had burned out. His passion and lust gone.

His song had gone silent, the woman whom he had given his heart abandoned him. The only thing left for him was the bottle.

"I don't know what I had expected," Lucifer whispered, more to himself than to Maze. "Amenadiel was right. Humans can't handle divinity."

"What are you saying, Lucifer?" Maze asked as he downed a third glass of whiskey.

"I'm saying...there's nothing left for me here."

Maze shifted on the stool. "You're not saying what I think you're saying."

He gave her a quick sideways glance. "Yes, Mazikeen, I am. It's the only place left for me, now."

Maze shook her head in disbelief. "No."

"I'm taking Amenadiel's advice," Lucifer said. He winced as if he had been struck. "I'm going back to Hell."

A/N: I just recently discovered this gem of show and binge watched it in four weeks. Would have finished sooner, but...night shifts. Anyway, hope you all enjoy this little story. It might be a moot point with season four in the works, but oh well. This is my dream.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just borrowing for fun. I only own the OCs.