This story takes place after the season 3 finale. I do not own the show Lucifer or any of the characters mentioned in this fanfiction.
Screams echoed through the ashen kingdom and the King of Hell strolled past the tortured chambers of the damned. He use to enjoy hearing the screams of torment and the banging of metal as soul tried escaping their own personal hells. However, that former enjoyment was nowhere to be found.
"Lucifer," a smiling Mazikeen exited one of the torture chambers to walk next to her Ruler of the Underworld. "Man, it's so good to be back."
"I see you're enjoying yourself Maze," Lucifer nodded in acknowledgement. "Was that our dear friend Cain's Hell you were just visiting?"
"Oh yeah," Maze's cheshire grin widened. "There so many things to do to him. It's so much fun"
"Well, I'm glad one of us are enjoying ourselves," Lucifer gave Maze a half smile that didn't reach his blood red eyes.
Maze and her King walked silently until coming to his chambers. Lucifer lifted his hand to grasp the hande just as Mazikeen beat him to the punch.
"Look," Maze sighed in defeat. "I'm sorry what happened on Earth."
"It's not your fault the detective finds my true form hideous," Lucifer gave an unconvincing chuckle. "She was bound to be disgusted once she found out the truth."
"You don't know that."
"Don't I?" Lucifer growled, pushing his main demon's hand away from his chamber door. "How do you explain the detective refusing to see me? How do you explain her application for a transfer?"
"She really did that?" Mazikeen dropped her hand by her side in shock.
"I saw the application on her desk when I tried to find her," Lucifer stated coldly. "Now, if you excuse me, I have some business to attend to."
Lucifer threw open his door and retreated inside before his main demon torturer could get another word into the conversations he never wanted to have. He walk into the dark room and waited for the loud thud of the metal door closing behind me. The lights flickered on and filled the room with soft light. The room looked identical to his former residence above his club Lux. He breathe the warm air, a comfort from his cold kingdom, and gazed at the grand piano that stood, awaiting to fill the room with music. Lucifer crossed the floor and sat on the bench, lifting the lid to reveal the ivory keys underneath.
As Lucifer moved his fingers above the keys just as the atmosphere in the room turn as cold as the Underworld outside.
"Lucifer," Detective Decker's voice called out to the King of Hell, causing him to freeze in his spot. "How could you?"
"Not now, I'm busy," Lucifer sighed, closing the piano lid, knowing he wouldn't be able to play with this annoyance in the room.
"Why did you tell me the truth," Decker's voice filled the room. "I was perfectly happy until you had to show me your face."
"I didn't mean to," Lucifer ran his finger over his hellish scalp, unable to conjure his human face since returning to Hell. "I didn't know it was back."
"What made you think that I could ever be okay with being with The Devil? What made you think that I could love Satan, the Prince of Darkness? You're the reincarnation of evil itself."
"I'm not evil," Lucifer growled, his hands clenching the sides of the piano.
"Sure and I'm the queen of England," Decker retorted. "Admit it, you love being evil. You love torturing people. You love hearing the screams of the damned."
"Go away," Lucifer uttered under his breathe, his anger reaching a breaking point. "Just LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Lucifer slashed blindly behind him, soon hearing the splatter of liquid on the floor. Lucifer opened his eyes to see Detective Decker standing in front of him, a wide smile on her face as blood trickled out of the corner of her mouth. Her hands pressing against the gash Lucifer had sliced into her abdomen.
"See Lucifer," Decker coughed out blood, her eyes boring into his. "This is what you are and will always be. . . The Devil Himself. A monster."
Detective Decker fell backwards with Lucifer barely able to catch her before she hit the floor. "No," Lucifer whispered. "Detective. I'm so sorry."
"This is what you do," Decker chuckled coldly. "You destroy everything around you."
Decker's breathing stopped as the life left her eyes and blood came to a slow stall.
"No," Lucifer whispered, his eyes searching Decker's face. "No. . . Don't leave me. CHLOE!"
"Lucifer," a baritone voice sounded behind the crying Devil. "That's not real."
Lucifer looked behind him to see his eldest brother, Amenadiel, standing in front of the bar. Lucifer looked back to find the corpse of the detective nowhere to be seen. No blood on the floor or on his hands.
"Brother," Lucifer sighed, standing up. "Have you come to torture me as well?"
"I am real, dear Brother," Amenadiel responded, walking to where his little brother stood, a shamble of the man he use to be. "What happened?"
"The detective knows the truth," Lucifer shrugged, walking past his angelic brother to get a much needed stiff drink.
"I know," Amenadiel clasped his hands behind his back. "I spoke with her before coming here."
"Oh did you now?" Lucifer chuckled. "Of course she would much rather talk with an angel than a demon. Tell me, just how much hatred did she say at my expense."
"None actually," God's first angel stated. "Chloe wishes to see you."
"See me? After ignoring me for the longest time? Have you forgotten brother that the detective has seen my true face?"
"Linda has seen your true face," Amenadiel argued. "Wasn't she a little. . . mystified when she found out."
"Yes, but this is different. Detective-"
"Chloe isn't like that. . thing you had to torture yourself with," Amenadiel gestured to the area where the previous scene took place. "Why didn't you go talk to her?"
"I tried that dear brother," Lucifer took a final swig of his drink before pouring another. "She didn't want to see me."
"I think you should go talk to her."
"Unless she's in Hell, I'm not leaving ever again. I've had my fill of human life to last eons." Lucifer took a long drink before continuing. "Besides, isn't Father happy now that I'm back where I belong?"
Amenadiel remained silent.
"Oh yes," Lucifer grinned wickedly. "Wasn't it you who insisted I return here since I first popped my head out onto the sand?"
"I was," Amenadiel stated flatly. "But things change."
"I don't see how," Lucifer growled. "Ever since I first took a peak seven years ago, all you and Father wanted was for me to get my red ass back to Hell. Well guess what Brother? You and Father got your wish and I promise I won't-"
"Lucifer," Amenadiel grabbed his brother's arm before he could promise anything. Lucifer was nothing is he wasn't a Devil of his word. "Chloe wants to see you."
"What for" Lucifer laughed. "To tell me everything that imposter already said."
"That's what you're telling yourself," Amenadiel spoke firmly. "You created that Chloe Decker to tell you the things you already are telling yourself."
Lucifer shoved off his brother grip before speaking. "You talk as if you know how this place operates."
"I was in charge of it when you first left."
"And if I remember correctly, you hated every moment of it. So why are you so insistent of me going back to Earth?"
"Because I promised Chloe I would bring you back."