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Lucifer and Maze are still in Hell. They've occasionally taken short pleasure-trips to Earth, but never staid permanently. And then one day nine year old Beatrice Decker accidentally summons Maze. Somehow, she and the demon develop a friendship. Once Lucifer finds out, he gets really curious about this human who has managed to charm his demon. Not to mention jealous that Maze is spending all this time with her. He insists on accompanying Maze to her next meeting with Trixie.
Lucifer knew that someone on Earth had been summoning Mazikeen. It would have been hard not to notice, what with her disappearing the first time while she was torturing a soul before the court, or the second time when they had been sparring, or the third time (which would have ruined his reputation if he hadn't noticed), just as things were becoming… intimate. She'd been summoned more than those three times, he knew—he could feel her wink out of existence in Hell and simultaneously appear in a higher plane—and he could have stopped it, sure, but where would the fun be in that? Maybe, he liked hearing her complain about being summoned. Maybe, he liked hearing her talk about her summoner, and their burgeoning relationship. Friendship, Maze had called it. Maze and her summoner were friends. Wasn't that novel?
Lucifer sat on his throne, a comfortable chair he'd had one of the more fortunate denizens of Hell design for him some millennia back. He was bored. Slouched over, bracing himself on his arm, the most exciting thing in front of him was the fire he had ignited at the terminus of his Fall. He turned the flames in his throne room pink.
Mazikeen, pacing around his throne room, raised her eyebrow. Lucifer smirked and turned the flames a brighter pink. He could see her just barely manage to avoid rolling her good eye. So, he did the reasonable thing, changed the flames' smoke into glitter, and grinned.
They were waiting for Mazikeen to be summoned again. Lucifer had realized that it happened about once every Earth week, or about once a year in Hell time, and he was tired of just standing by. This was his domain, and his demon, and, therefore, it was his right to have fun. He was going to follow Maze up when she was called.
Actually, Lucifer admitted to himself as he toned down the glitter that was pouring on to both him and Maze, the plan had been Maze's, and not his. He'd just wanted to pop up a plane on his own, but Maze has been adamant that he would scare the humans if he did that, and for the most skilled torturer of Hell to not want to scare someone, Lucifer was inclined to respect that if only for the curiosity of it. Maze didn't go against her very personality every day.
"She's doing it," Maze said, stiffening. Her voice cut underneath the snaps of the pink fire.
"I know." Lucifer sat forward in his throne, absent-mindedly brushing some glitter from his suit. It was a tingling sensation in the back of his mind; almost similar to a prayer, but more wrenching than pleading. He beckoned Mazikeen closer.
Just as she popped out of existence, he grabbed her shoulder and let himself disappear with her.
It wasn't the most comfortable way to travel, Lucifer decided, but certainly no worse than a coach and buggy. A bit tighter, a bit more jagged and twisted, but otherwise acceptably tolerable. It did sound a bit funny—the 'schwup-plss' sound was something Lucifer'd thought was unique to removing a soul's liver by hand. And, sure, it did smell a bit like Sulphur, but that was about par for the course when things came to the infernal plane. It smelt like pancakes, too. But that one wasn't so much related to Hell as it was to Earth.
They landed in the middle of what appeared to be a human's home in a burst of glitter. They'd landed in a burst of glitter on their asses on the wood floor between a human and a small human.
"Maze!" the smaller one squealed. Human spawn? A human child? What place did a human child have summoning a demon? No. Lucifer discarded the thought even as the spawn jumped on Maze and enveloped her in a hug. It must have been the other one. Lucifer pushed himself to his feet, adjusted his cufflinks, and appraised the humans.
The spawn was small, with brown hair held back in braided pigtails, and was missing her front teeth. She clung to Mazikeen as if the demon were her personal stuffed animal. The other human was much more interesting. Lucifer vanished the glitter that remained on him as he watched the woman.
There was a certain resemblance between her and the spawn, which Lucifer took to mean that the offspring was hers. Whereas the child was brunette, this woman was blonde, and while the child was energy incarnate, this woman looked half asleep. Another key difference was that the spawn was managing to express only innocence and joy, while this woman looked, for lack of a better word, done. Lucifer smiled. She'd seen too much to be surprised anymore.
"You must be Beatrice!" He swept across the room, over to the kitchen where the woman stood with a spatula dangling loosely from her hand. "Mazikeen here has told me much about you." There were various items set out along the counter, including a mug, some orange juice, and plates. More importantly, the pancakes on the griddle needed to be flipped. "Do tell," Lucifer said, dropping his voice into a rumble, "how did you manage to ensnare my demon?" He pulled the spatula from her hand and reached around her to flip the pancakes.
The woman shut her eyes. A slow, deep inhale—then, a long exhale. She opened her eyes again. They were blue. "Trixie, honey, who's this?" Trixie? Lucifer froze, spatula in the air. Beatrice was the spawn? The woman edged away from Lucifer and back into a bubble of personal space.
"I don't know, mommy." Trixe shrugged, then grinned. "But Maze might!" The woman's gaze shifted from her daughter to settle on Mazikeen, and for a moment, Lucifer let himself commend the girl at her redirection.
Maze ruffled Trixie's hair. "Yeah. That's Lucifer."
The woman closed her eyes again and did another breathing exercise. "As in," she said when she opened her eyes again, "the devil, Lucifer?"
"The Devil," Lucifer repeated, "Satan, Beezelbub, Old Scratch, the Morning Star… among other titles." He paused for a second, mainly to let the woman take that in. "And you are?"
The woman just sighed. "Detective Chloe Decker, LAPD." She grabbed the mug which had been sitting on the counter. She stared into it and whispered, "because the devil is British and is in my kitchen and there's a demon covered in glitter and when did this become my life?" Was she trying to convince herself of something? Lucifer couldn't tell. He poked the pancakes
"Trixie, honey, we need to have another talk with Dan about responsible summoning, okay?"
"Okay, mom!" Trixie went back to wiping the glitter off of Maze. With a momentary pause to mentally debate something, Chloe Decker sighed again. She rolled her eyes, which rolled her entire body. Then, she thrust the mug at Lucifer.
"Coffee?"
