"No matter what you tell yourself, you can't outrun what you've done. What you truly are."
"And neither can you."
Lucifer felt the breeze flow through the bullet holes in his shirt. His eyes fired into that devilish-red, his blood burning, surging and pulsating throughout his whole body. He was himself again, as he sneered over hellbound Cain's lifeless body. Snickering to himself, he basked in the adrenaline rush. The aches of his wings, the aftermath of the destruction of Cain, and the fallout would hit him later, and he knew it. But the Punisher in him felt the glory of it all. Finally, Cain would suffer. For everything. For Chloe, for Charlotte. The weight of the Underworld burdened his shoulders. Fear was such a pesky, pointless feeling. He was tired. Tired of living in fear of his Father's 'plan'. But this feeling, this freedom, made him feel whole again. Not to mention, an extra bit of glee knowing that dear old Dad definitely would appreciate having to deal with Cain.
Glancing around him, he saw the consequence of battle. The floor was covered in feathers, like shattered remnants of his divinity. His bloodied feathers clung to each other. The room shook with the weight of the silence. Death loomed throughout, surrounding him, reminding him. Everyone who had taken up arms with Cain was lying in lakes of blood; all victims to his wrath. Then, a smooth voice rang out from the quiet. The unsureness in her voice was palpable as she moved towards the dark-suited figure crouched above Marcus.
"Lucifer?"
When he heard her voice, the power of it all washed over him again. A smile fell upon him as he stood up to face her. She was safe. And while human cliches were the bane of his existence, he couldn't deny to anyone, let alone himself, that the air moving in and out of the Detective's lungs was the single most important thing to him.
"Detective!" He grinned.
He watched her face turn. He had seen that expression many times before. Her confident stride turned to slow, backward paces. Once blue eyes disappeared into blackened, broken windows to her mind. He thought she was hard to read before, and it was nothing compared to now. As she whispered to herself, Lucifer recognized the slowing of the Earth. The smoke that had coursed through the air became stagnant, frozen. A strong hand gripped his shoulder, and he knew exactly who it was.
And he knew exactly what was happening.