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Chapter 1

Lucifer stumbled into his penthouse, hunched over in pain. The phantom pain of his hidden wings weighed on his shoulders. The dark penthouse, that used to be welcoming seemed to taunt him. The shadows seemed to grow and reach out to swallow him whole. The voices grew louder, shouting at him.

"SHE'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU..."

"GO BACK TO HELL..."

Lucifer clasped on his couch, hands reached up and covered his ears. The voices continued to torture him as the hours passed by. The risen sun finally caught his attention. The light pushed the voices out of his head for a bliss moment. His head pounded and throbbed, his eyes fluttered shut.

A sound on the balcony alerted him to attention. The sudden invasion of light blinded him momentarily. Footsteps echoed across the marble walls. As his vision began to return, he looked up to a face he thought he would never see again. A face he never wanted to see again.

Dark eyes held uncertainty and apprehension. Dark hair blown by the wind from outside. The man was dressed in white traditional grabs, with a white overcoat drapped over his shoulders elegantly. He walked with purpose and poise, gracefully but with demanding power.

"Lucifer..." the man uttered, quietly.

"Get out!" Lucifer shouted immediately. He rose from his position on the couch hastily and backed away keeping his eyes on the intruder.

"Please.. I just want to help you." The man said reaching out slowly. Like approaching a rapid dog.

"Get OUT!" Lucifer reinforced, his eyes briefly flashing red. Unbeknownst to Lucifer, fading to a pure, divine white.

He continued to back away from the man. Suddenly, the man appeared right in front of him. He raised his hand, gently laid it on Lucifer's cheek, checking his injuries. It was immediately slapped away with supernatural speed by Lucifer. Hurt flashed in the man eyes and disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. The man let out a disappointed sigh.

"Lucifer.. please just let me help you." The man muttered.

"Why should I let you help me? WHEN YOU ARE THE PERSON WHO STARTED THIS!?" Lucifer yelled, his eyes once again flashing white.

"I really am sorry for what I have done in the past... but I want to make it up to you. I regret want I did, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" The man pleaded. Lucifer's fist collided with the man face once he was finshed speaking. He proceeded to push a kick at the man, with no defence from his punching bag. The man was thrown into the couch, snapping it in half.

"There is nothing you can do! What you did was unforgivable!" Lucifer said, it then dawned on him that that Chloe will never forgive him either. This made him take a closer look at the man, he tried to see if what the man was saying was true. If he was really sorry. The man looked up and connected eyes with Lucifer, his eyes portraying what he really felt. Regret, dread, disappointment, and a shocking amount of guilt. Lucifer felt contradicted, he didn't know what to think, he didn't know what to do. He wanted to be mad, to take out his anger and underlining sadness on the man before him. He wanted to banish the man like he did to him so long ago. But, the large part of him that was in anguish of never being in Chloe's life anymore now that she knew his true identity kept screaming at him. This anguish was one of the worst pains he's ever been in his life, and despite his cruel reputation, did not wish this feeling on anyone else. Not even this man.

Lucifer shook his head. His hand massaged his evergrowing headache.

"I... I don't know... I don't know what to do anymore." He sighed, his emotions all over the place. The man struggled to stand, he winced multiple times throughout the process.

"Just... just get some help... even if it's not me. If I'm correct you now have a, uh, a therapist?" His voice shook, hesitant.

"She's preoccupied with Maze." Lucifer explained.

"Then, well, let me heal you at the very least, I want to help you." The man bargained. Lucifer warily watched the man move closer to him. The man approached Lucifer, his hands once again raised and reached out. Once he closed in on Lucifer his hands began to glow. The white glow grew slowly, mirroring the emotions of the man. Lucifer was tense, his shoulders shrugged and his back stiff. His eyes incredibly alert, moving paranoidly around the man's face.

The light eventually took over the entire room. It flooded the room with light, which spilt out over the balcony, which briefly caught the attention of the humans below. The white light lasted for a few moments, although it felt like an eternity to both Lucifer and the man. Finally, once the brightness faded and the dark night sky returned to the world.

Lucifer pushed the man away immediately, his heart raced in fear. The man was nervous, waiting for Lucifer's reaction.

"Alright that's it, now leave." Lucifer said, pointedly. He turned his back on the man, not wanting to let the man see the emotions he couldn't hide.

"Wait Lucifer, please, let's talk, I want to make this better, I want to be here for you, to make up for when I wasn't." The man begged. He grabbed Lucifer's shoulder, expecting to be brushed off again. Lucifer went rigid. The hand on his shoulder quickly left its place.

"I can't.. I don't.. I don't know how to forgive you right now, I don't know if I can." Lucifer said, shakily. He struggled to get his usual confident attitude in place, he felt a feeling that was foreign to him. He reminded himself to speak to Linda about it. The man gently turned Lucifer to face him and took a step back, giving Lucifer space.

"All I can ask of you, is to give me a chance?" The man said, his voice cracked.

Lucifer looked at the mirror image of himself, the man that had betrayed him. The man that he used to be extremely close to. This man, his brother. His twin. Micheal.

"Ok."