Hi guys, this is my first fanfiction story. I decided to try and write one after reading a lot of good ones here and also as a way to pass time while waiting for season 4! Hope you guys like it, please if possible leave a comment, your opinion matters to me.
A few weeks had past after the big revelation and Chloe was still trying to get used to the fact that the man, she had fell for ever since they first met at his nightclub during a case investigation, was the actual Devil, the so called evil incarnate.
She would frequently find herself lost in thought, trying to wrap her mind around the recently revealed facts. You would imagine that her problem with the situation was that Lucifer, her Lucifer, was the Fallen Angel from the Bible, but no. It was actually that she missed him, because ever since that day he had left and hadn't shown any sign of life, which should tranquilize her. Although the effect was, for some reason she couldn´t yet understand, the exact opposite. She needed to see him, but, how could she?
The detective couldn't find a way out of her mess of thoughts, all she knew was that she needed Lucifer, her friend, her partner, her something more? Boyfriend maybe? Did she want to date Lucifer? Did he? After her reaction that day probably not. But she needed him, and she would look for her friend no matter what.
The detective woke up a bit more agitated than normal that morning, something was different, she could feel it. Yet couldn't tell what it was.
As a way to calm herself down she got out of bed and decided to go for a run, because it was Saturday morning and Dan´s day with Trixie. She chose a long black legging and a white sports t-shirt, leaving her room she went downstairs and into the kitchen, got herself a granola bar, her keys and left the house.
Meanwhile…
The Fallen Angel was in one of his many properties in Los Angeles drinking his feelings away with a bottle of his most expensive scotch while lying on his couch with his, usually impeccable, Prada suit all wrinkled up. His cotton shirt sleeves were now up to the elbows, the jacket had been thrown away somewhere else that he couldn't bring himself to remember. Lucifer couldn't find the energy in him to shave, to take a shower, to change, to look presentable and couldn't care less. He thought to himself "What's the point? It's not like if she is going to want to see me again. She's probably thanking dad that I'm not there"
The Prince of Darkness of a wrack, he was going through his first heartbreak, he had lost the one and only person who had genuinely cared about him, and the one he had started to develop feelings for, strong feelings in which he was now drowning in. Suddenly he gets up, goes to the porch, looks at the sky and with all his anger and hurt, yells, using every last bit of energy left, "So it wasn't enough that I got kicked out of the Heaven for only wanting free will, to be vilified for all eternity. I only wanted to do my own choices, to be able to be myself without judgment, and when I finally found someone who accepted me by me, I find that you were involved in her creation, that you put her in my path. Tell me dad what did I do that was so wrong for you to use her, hum? Of course, you're not going to answer, you never do you bloody old bastard. Just know that I'm never forgiving you, and if you ever, in any way, mess with the detective's life again, I swear to you, you bastard, I won't hesitate on going up there and kicking you damn ass." Lucifer says before passing out and falling to the floor.
When he wakes up it's already dark, the clock was marking 3AM and so Lucifer decides to go for a long walk, maybe go pass Lux to get more boozes? Yeah that sounds good. After three hours walking around and finding his way after getting lost for the fourth time, he, the Former King of Hell, looks down to his hands in confusion and sees that the remaining scotch, once inside the bottle, was now all over the side walk. Mad with what he just witnessed he curses loudly and decides that it's time to get his refill.
It was about 6:30 in morning and the detective had already ran 2.49 miles when she realised that Lux wasn't too far away from her current location and decided to stop by, "Who knows, maybe he'll be there" she thought to herself as she turned right going directly to her friend's nightclub.
It had taken Chloe about twenty minutes to get to her destination, when inside the building she heard a few "Shit… Damn you bloody stupid bottles" said with a very known accent that she could and would never forget. Her first sight was the floor near the balcony covered in broken glass, and a lot of liquid dripping and spreading, but Lucifer was no where to be spotted. Going down the stairs trying not to make a sound, she finds him on the floor behind his piano with many empty bottles around him, and one half full on his hands.
The Fallen Angel, so distracted cursing and yelling at the bottles, didn't sense the detective's presence, it was only when she accidentally stepped on a piece of broken glass the he got partially out of his daze and shouted, "Who ever it is, we're closed" and went back to playing with the coper brown liquid inside the bottle and shoving it all in one gulp. When he tries to get up, Lucifer notices that something is wrong, there's a certain dizziness hitting him hard and a certain felling that over takes the previous ones. It's then that it hits him, he's drunk. "How is it possible? It doesn't make any sense?" The Fallen Angel starts to rumble to himself trying to come up with a solution to what was happening to him. "Lucifer?" At the exact instant that her voice touches his ears, the unexperienced, but extremely welcomed, feeling of being drunk passes and a wave of soberness hits him "Detective? It can't be. Great, now I'm hearing things" He says. Chloe repeats herself, approaching him this time "Lucifer… you okay?" the Lord of Hell raises his head in search for the source of the sound and sees only the blurry face a blonde woman "Detective? Is that you?... Of course not, why would she even want to be near me after what she saw. Great then, I've just started hallucinating…" He says lowering his head and looking down at his feet disappointed.
Just as the Devil tries to get up straight, the piano is quickly used as a support to keep his body from meeting to cold marble floor in a quick and painful fall. It's then that a sudden heat starts warming his body in a comfortable way, when he looks at his arm, Lucifer finds the source of this mysterious and yet fulfilling heat, it was someone's hand. But who's? "Lucifer can you hear me?" Chloe says while giving support to her, very in need, friend. "Why are you doing this to me?" The King of Hell whispers "Stop it… I can't take it anymore, stop it, stop it" He starts yelling while looking at nowhere and everywhere "It's not her, it's not her, it's not her. This is just a very realistic hallucination" The detective looks at him worriedly, her brows frowning in concern "Lucifer it's me, Chloe" The Prince of Darkness looks up and asks quietly, barely a whisper "Detective? Is it really you?"