He had expected it to hurt more considering a bullet ripped through flesh, muscle, and the lower lobe of his right lung. He had expected death to come quickly, but he was wrong. Looking down, he saw the torn fabric of the suit and the blood spilling out. Within moments, he hit the ground with a thud.
Maze ripped away from Chloe's grip to reach him. For once, she realized she couldn't save him. "It's going to be okay," she said, hands trying to fix him. He could see tears in her eyes. They both knew this was the end. "We can get you back to Hell. You can get better." Her hands were covered in blood.
"And let Father win?" he asked with a small laugh, causing pain to shoot through his body. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he could taste the iron. He knew his father wouldn't be happy about this. "Chloe…" he managed to say.
Jealousy flashed across Maze's face as she rose and the blonde knelt beside Lucifer. Had it not been for his fascination, they would have been back in Hell and he wouldn't be dying. She blamed the human.
"You look so much like her, darling" he told Chloe with a small smile. "And you act like her. So determined. You would have gotten along so well."
"Like who?" He could see her in the back of his mind. The ideas she had that Father condemned. The independence, the knowledge. She didn't want to be dominated by Adam, but be his equal. In doing so, she was punished.
"Lilith," Maze answered, barely above a whisper. He knew that she finally understood his obsession. His love. She hadn't been there when he knew Lilith, before his fall. But she had heard the stories of the woman before Eve. the mother of demons and sins.
"My name…" He struggled to get a breath big enough to continue. "Wasn't always Lucifer." His chest heaved, the feeling of a crushing pressure settling in. The pain intensified, and his heart pounded in his chest. "Is… Samael."
"Samael." The sound of his name from her lips was a sweet relief. Another smile graced his lips as the pressure became heavier.
By the time the ambulance had arrived, Chloe was holding the hand of a corpse. Maze standing over the two, and the shooter long gone. Blood spattered the ivory keys of the piano and a whiskey glass was broken. The same glass that had been in his hands five minutes ago.
A mortal death. That's what wasn't supposed to have happened, but it did. He managed to change his fate with free will. A pleasure he wasn't supposed to have found, the same as the love he had found so long ago that had been revived by Chloe.