Chloe had never really considered the idea of heaven. At least, not as an actual place. She'd always thought of it as more of a concept. A feeling. Being content. At peace with the world.

It was great to hear her father's voice again. To be in his presence again. She told him every single thing that happened to her since they last spoke, in great detail.

And it was true that the place held a certain serenity. But, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't be content. There was just so much missing. She knew she would be reunited with Trixie one day and the thought was very comforting. But there was another important part of her life missing, one which she would never be able to reclaim.

Unlike the others, she was always restless. She spoke to some of the other souls that had loved ones in hell. They seemed to have resigned themselves to the idea that they would never see them again. They were of no help to her.

She made a decision. It should have been difficult, but it was surprisingly easy. She tracked down Amenadiel.

"No", he said in reply to her request, shaking his head.

"Please. I just need to see him."

"Absolutely not. I will not fly you down to hell."

"Amenadiel. He's all alone. In hell. He doesn't deserve this. I beg you. I need to see if he's okay. Please."

Amenadiel looked torn, and she could see that she was starting to win him over.

"Just for a quick visit. What harm can it do? We can come back here immediately. Can you imagine how he must be feeling right now?"

Amenadiel shook his head again. "Father won't approve."

Chloe narrowed her eyes. "Who said anything about asking him?"

The tall angel ducked his head to the side, looking for all the world like an oversized puppy. Really oversized.

"I don't know. I-"

"Amenadiel", she said, stepping closer to him, placing her hands on his arms, "Please. You have been to hell. You know what it's like. Do you really want him to rot there, alone, forever?"

Amenadiel made a resigned sigh, and Chloe couldn't stop the smile that spread over her face. She would see Lucifer again after all.


Much like she had never thought about heaven, she hadn't really spent any time picturing hell. If she had, she certainly wouldn't have imagined it had quite so many doors. And a throne room. Everything was heavy somehow, weighing her down like an iron chain around her neck. Even the air seemed heavy. And dusty. Everything was grey. Ashen. She could certainly see now why Lucifer lived life to the fullest when he was on earth. This place was dull. Depressing. Forlorn.

Amenadiel waited outside the door when she stepped into the massive throne room. Just like the rest of hell, there really wasn't much to look at. The walls were dark grey, the throne looked like a massive slab of obsidian stone with two armrests added almost like an afterthought. It was the very opposite of ornamental.

The person sitting on it certainly didn't contribute to the intended impressive picture. He was hunched to one side of the throne, elbow on the armrest, head in his hand, eyes closed. His shoulders were slumped, and Chloe couldn't recall seeing Lucifer ever look this defeated for as long as she had known him. It gave her a strange sensation in her chest and the sudden urge to give him a hug.

She must have made some noise while approaching, because he became aware of her presence. "Go away, whoever it is", he said without even opening his eyes. His voice wasn't threatening, just resigned. The voice of somebody who had accepted their fate, even if they hated it. Chloe felt another pang in her chest.

"That would be a shame after coming all this way."

His reaction took her completely by surprise. He shut his eyes more tightly, his face a grimace of pain. He made a fist with his hand and started softly hitting it against his forehead.

"Not real, not real, not real. Go away. Leave me be." His words were barely above a whisper, spoken to himself rather than to her. It was heartbreaking to see.

She stepped up to the throne, then slowly leaned forward, putting her hand on his face. She hoped that whatever version of her had haunted him here wasn't able to touch him, and he would be able to realize that she was actually here.

His eyes snapped open at the contact, and the change in his features was truly incredible to see. The grimace of pain turned into a disbelieving smile, his whole demeanour changing. It was like the sun suddenly coming up on a dark day. Almost instantly, his expression changed again, turning to worry.

"You can't be here."

"Relax. I'm just visiting."

He made a small noise that was somewhere between a sob and a chuckle, leaning his forehead against hers. "Sure. Naturally. We get lots of tourists from the Silver City down here."

He was trying to be jovial, but he wasn't fooling anybody.

"I missed you", Chloe said, and Lucifer made a noise that was most definitely a sob, drawing her into a tight embrace, grabbing the fabric of her shirt.

"I thought I would never see you again", he said, voice breaking.

"I guess you underestimated me, then, didn't you?", she said teasingly, moving her arms around him in turn, letting him draw her into his lap.

"I did", he said honestly, voice still raw with emotion. "I'll never make that mistake again."