Disclaimer: No nononono and did I mention no?...I wish

Authors Note: Look at this, another story right after posting one woohoo! I'm giving myself a pat on the back right now ;)

I've been working on this one for a while now, pretty much since I finished A Second Chance. The idea for this is taken from the comic, but doesn't follow that story line as Lucifer ended up throwing himself on a bunch of spikes in the painfields in hell. So I went in a slightly different direction lol

This is AU, it's also from a comic so please don't read into it too much, weird things happen in the comic that would blow your mind. So Lucifer is infected by a Cherub, which is a creature of light and it's sick with paranoia and self hatred. It infects all those it touches. Can Maze and Chloe help Lucifer battle the sickness before a being so dark and powerful is released into the world? Or will drastic measures need to be taken?

Already written, 9 or 10 chapters in all ;)

Rated T

It was a busy night in Lux. The dance floor was heaving with people dancing and gyrating against each other. Some were kissing passionately while others seemed content to caress and fondle one another. The beats boomed loudly, vibrating through the king of hell like a heartbeat drumming steadily and marginally soothing his state of restlessness. He'd felt the uncomfortable weight settle in his chest for the past few weeks. Even his outings with the Detective were doing nothing to calm his nerves and Chloe had noticed. Throwing questioning glances his way, asking him if everything was alright and he'd put on a good show. Flashed his most charming grin and told her everything was fine. Everything was not fine. Not by a long shot and it was grating on him. He was constantly irritated, unable to control his temper and sleepless nights were definitely starting to become a problem.

Lucifer might not be human and need constant sleep in order to function, but he did need some. His uneasiness over what he didn't know was coming after him was becoming suffocating and he didn't like it one bit.

Maze watched him from her place behind the bar, her worry for her creator increasing with each passing day. She always enjoyed it when he lost his temper, showing her he was still the Devil she had known for so long, but lately it wasn't bringing her that same sense of joy. Instead his anxiety was rubbing off on her and she was constantly on alert, always watching for someone or something to make their move. It was exhausting.

With the amount of bodies packed in the club that night, it was hard not to bump into someone, but as Lucifer pushed himself away from the barrier where he stood watching over his club, a young woman crashed into him. Normally he would have thought nothing of it, but when she gripped his wrist painfully, her sharp nails digging into his flesh and brought her other hand up to his chest, he saw her eyes flash amber for a split second and with a mighty shove, he pushed her away from him. He realised belatedly that he'd been too slow in reacting and Lucifer felt something slam into his chest with the force of a blast. For a moment he thought he'd be thrown backward but he only staggered back a few steps, his hand automatically raising to the ache localised in his chest and then it started to spread throughout his body. He could feel it touching every part of his being. The unnatural warmth flowed through him and he grit his teeth against the sudden pain coursing through his veins. His eyes searched for her frantically but she was gone, in the blink of an eye the woman had disappeared as quickly as she had arrived, and when his eyes locked with Maze' across the room, she knew something had happened.

Within seconds his demon was standing in front of him, her hands assessing every inch of him as he bent at the waist and panted breathlessly.

"Lucifer? What happened?" she demanded, trying and failing to keep the concern from her voice.

The Devil lifted his head, his gaze unfocused and flaming with agony as he wheezed and clutched his shirt, directly over his heart. "An assassin," he gasped out.

Maze's eyes widened and she immediately started scouring the area for the one responsible. Her grip on her creator tightening as he staggered to the left, trying to make it to his private elevator. She was almost carrying him after just a few steps and she cursed to herself for not seeing the guilty party. When she got her hands on them, she was going to rip them apart for harming her creator.

Once the elevator doors slid shut, hiding the club owner from prying eyes, Lucifer collapsed bonelessly to the floor, taking Maze down with him. "Lucifer!"

She slapped his cheek hard, but he was unresponsive and his head lolled listlessly to the side. There were no visible injuries and the Detective wasn't anywhere near so she knew this had to be a supernatural attack. It would have to be something unearthly to take down the Devil as quickly as that and Maze was determined to extract her own retribution. With an almighty heave she tossed him over her shoulder and carried him through to his bedroom. Laying him carefully on the mattress, she took a moment, stroking her fingers over his stubbled jaw and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

Maze hated seeing Lucifer in any kind of pain that she should have been able to stop. His body trembled beneath her hand and when quiet gasps escaped his lips she clenched her hands into fists at her side. Willing away the uncomfortable emotions bubbling up inside from getting the better of her. She walked out of his room, grabbed his phone and called the one person apart from his Demon that he trusted with his life. Maze needed to do some tracking and she wasn't willing to leave him on his own.

Right now Lucifer was vulnerable and that scared Maze more than she was willing to admit.

It rang twice before the Detective picked up. "So now you call me, after almost a week of nothing?"

"Lucifer needs your help, Decker. Get over here, now." Maze snapped and promptly hung up.