"Detective?"
"It's all true."
Silence stretched on for what felt like forever, yet it had only been seconds since they locked eyes. Every movement watched, every breath counted. Chloe's heart beat quickly in her chest and his eyes burned through her, meeting her frantic gaze.
Lucifer squinted, confusion dissipating. "You know."
Chloe couldn't make her throat work, she could barely breath, nonetheless respond.
He looked down at Cain, at the bloody feathers that covered the ground, the other men either dead or unconscious around him. Perhaps she had put it together finally, after all the clues. It would be odd, he supposed, if she hadn't finally realized after all this evidence front of her and the fact that he had dropped her on a helipad of all places.
He heard an intake of breath and once again, raised his eyes to hers.
"Your.. face, Lucifer..."
It appeared that it was taking all that was in her to speak. Her voice strained, her eyes watery, her hands… shaking. He slowly turned to the mirror to the right of him, already knowing what he would see.
It was back. His devil face was back.
He quickly turned his back towards Chloe, hiding his face from her view. His greatest fear of her running now was surely to be realized. He chuckled to himself darkley.
"….Chloe... I'm not going to hurt you. Please know that, if anything."
A beat of silence. Two. Slow footsteps, now, coming towards his back.
".. Does it hurt?" her voice came as a whisper, but had all the impact as if she had yelled it.
"I…" Lucifer started but then paused. "You've come face to face with the devil, detective. The most hated being in all the universe, the fallen angel… and you want to know if I'm in pain?"
He heard a small, hesitant laugh behind him. "Yeah.. I guess I do."
He felt the shadow of her hand on his shoulder before it touched him. He held back a shiver at the contact, the last thing he had expected. She was turning him to face her again.
"I'm sorry… that I never believed you." Her hands slowly moved from their place on his shoulder to his cheek. His devil-faced cheek. He couldn't move, he didn't dare.
The air was heavy around them as her hand moved across the left side of his face, searching, understanding and even… caressing?
"It feels smooth" she murmured. Her eyes still held fear, but as Lucifer peered in them further they also held something else. Determination.
"... You don't have to do this, Chloe. I understand if you can only see me as a monster-" he started, but her eyes snapping to his fiery ones stopped him short. Did she know that she was literally gazing into the fires of hell?
She sighed and moved her hand from his face, taking his hand instead. "The only monster in this room is the man you saved me from, Lucifer. I admit, I'm a little scared and this is absolutely insane but… you're the same Lucifer. Nothing has changed, has it?"
His devil face melted away along with the icy feeling from his heart he hadn't realized was there. Her eyes widened as they now stared into his deep brown ones. He gently pulled her into a hug, wanting to say the words, the words that she deserved to hear, but her eventual breaking away from their contact stopped him short.
"We have a lot to talk about... Lucifer... but at the moment, though, we have to tell everyone what happened here. I have to alert the station quickly. The Lieutenant may have been corrupt, but no one else knows that yet."
"Right, of course.." he responded quietly, still shocked. "I suppose you won't do so by explaining that we bested Cain by the use of my wings and a hell-forged demon blade?"
Chloe shook her head "This is going to take some time to get used to… um.. but no, Lucifer. That's not what I will be relaying."
He smirked a bit, his lighthearted quips with the Detective felt right at home. Perhaps he would have to be a bit more careful with his choice of blunt mentions of the divine - she couldn't be expected to digest it all at once, after all.
"Now umm…" she started hesitantly, looking a bit frazzled as she pulled out her cell phone.
"Yes detective?"
"Can you… clean up the bloody feathers?"
"No need to get crass, detective. I'll get on it."
She rolled her eyes as she lifted the phone to her ear. No, nothing's changed, has it.