Dr. Linda

The doctor sat at her desk in her office. Pop music played softly in the background. Laid out in front of her was the file for one Lucifer Morningstar. The man was an enigma. She had broken ethics and slept with him on several occasions. She found it was hard to resist the charming handsome man. From the moment she met him. He just had something about him.

He ignited a fire within her that she hadn't felt in a long time. When she had gone to see him, it had broken her heart. He was a shell. It was clear something horrible had happened in New York. Something to do with his son. She didn't even know he had a son. She had been shocked when he introduced his daughter. He did not look old enough to have a daughter in her thirties. That was one of the many things that intrigued her about the man.

She didn't notice the man standing in front of her. She looked up and gasped.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." His smooth voice came out. A handsome man with rich dark brown skin stood before her. He had on a very nice suit and wore a brilliant smile. Her new neighbor Dr. Canaan. They had gotten together a few times to discuss clients. A little doctor to doctor session if you will.

"Oh, it's alright." She put her hand over her heart. "I was just reading some notes."

"Something troubling you?" The man offered.

"It's a client of mine." She wondered if she should say anything more.

"Would you like to talk about it?"

She sighed. "Normally, he is full of life. Charming and vibrant. But he went on a trip to New York."

Dr. Canaan sat on the chair in front of the desk. His attention focused on her. "Go on."

"He came back and I don't know what happened. He is withdrawn. Won't leave his home. His friends and family are concerned. I tried talking to him. He just pushed me away."

She eyed the man sitting in front of her. She sighed and shrugged. "I have never seen him like this. I am almost at a loss."

"I see." The man was harboring something. She just could not put her finger on it. Why was he so interested in this one client of hers? He asked nothing of any others. She shrugged it off. He stood up. "I have to be going. We shall pick this up another time."

She nodded. "Thank you." Though she wasn't sure what had been accomplished. She looked up from the files and he was gone. A breeze lifted the leaves on the plant in the corner. But she was alone. The music in the background the only sound.

Chloe

Chloe drove to Lux. She hadn't heard from Lucifer in days. She tried calling him but no answer. It was unusual for him. She expected him to have come back from New York and start bothering her. But not even a whisper. His bartender had come to her asking for help. She knew the woman hated her. She just couldn't mistake the desperation in her voice. Something must be up.

The police cruiser stopped in front of Lux. She pulled off her sunglasses and headed inside. IT was quiet. She stood in front of the elevator. Gasping when Mazikeen suddenly appeared. "Whoa. You really shouldn't sneak up on someone with a gun."

Mazikeen's dark eyes just glared at her. The usual look of disdain for the detective scrawled across her face. "You are going to help him right?"

Chloe shrugged. "I guess." She still wasn't sure what was going on. "It's Lucifer. He'll be fine." She said it more for herself. The elevator doors opened. She got on and turned around.

Mazikeen's eyes took on a bit of sadness. "Brace yourself." Was all she heard as the doors closed.

What did she mean by that? Chloe just waited as the elevator carried her to the penthouse. The doors opened and she was shocked. IT was almost completely dark. It was a bright sunny day but one could not tell in here. The fire place offered a little bit of light. She had to wait for her eyes to adjust. "Lucifer?" She called out. She couldn't see him in the room anywhere.

As her eyes adjusted she spotted the urn upon the piano. That was certainly new. "Lucifer? Are you here?" She called out. Just silence. She was compelled to go towards the piano. Her eyes on the object setting on top. The flames from the fire danced on its smooth enameled surface. The gold inlay seemed to glow. Isaiah Morningstar.

She reached out her hand to touch the inscription. "Can you not touch that." His voice came angrily out of the shadows. She turned towards his bedroom. Gasping at his appearance. His face was shrouded in the shadows. But she could see his shirt hung unkempt off his chest. He slowly descended the steps. As his face appeared in the dancing fire light, she could get over his face. Normally he was well kept. But right now he was wearing a scraggly beard. Dark circles ringed his dark eyes. She thought she saw a flash of fire in his eyes. But she chalked it up to the fire light.

He stood in front of her. Normally his face would have read something akin to joy upon seeing her. But his eyes were sullen. Dead.

"My god. Lucifer. What happened?" She said to him.

"Yes, I suppose it is His fault." He scoffed and walked to the bar. He picked up an almost empty bottle of scotch and poured it into a glass. He drank it down in two gulps. He went to pour more but the bottle was empty. He angrily threw the bottle to the ground. Chloe jumped at the action as he walked back towards her.

"Lucifer?" She said softly as he walked towards her. She now saw why Mazikeen was so desperate to seek her help. "Please talk to me."

He sat down at the piano. His eyes flashed to the urn. He wouldn't look at her.

She walked around the piano until her eyes could see his. The stench of cigarettes and alcohol heavy on the air. She reached out to touch his face. He flinched.

"What do you want, detective?" His normally jubilant tone was soft and angry. The air of sadness palatable.

"I came here to see if you wanted to help me on a case." She left out the part where Mazikeen had asked her to help.

He just shrugged. "No thanks. I am busy." He placed his hands on the piano and began to play. A sad melody filled the penthouse. The fire seemed to dance in tune.

"I can see that." She said over the music. "I just thought you would like to get outside for a little bit."

He ignored her. Just kept playing. His eyes glancing at the urn every few seconds.

"Who is Isaiah, Lucifer?"

He slammed his hands down on the piano. The keys cried out. He glared at her. Again fire seemed to flash in his eyes. But she brushed it off. IT was the fire light. He got up from the piano and walked back to the bar.

"Lucifer. I'm sorry. But please everyone is worried about you."

"Worried about the Devil. That's a new one." He picked up another bottle from the bar. Instead of pouring it into a glass he just drank straight from it. His dark eyes watching her.

Chloe walked up to him. Her hand on the bottle he drank form. This seemed to anger him further. But she relented. There was something truly wrong here. "I don't know what happened in New York. But drinking yourself to death isn't the answer."

He scoffed. He pulled away from her. "Isn't it? Seems to work for you humans. Drink away your sorrows. Forget about your troubles." His voice was sad.

"It doesn't work for us humans." She was at a loss here. "Please come with me Lucifer. You have been a great help before. Get dressed. It will be good for you." She placed her hand on his arm. Her blue eyes pleading with him.

His sullen expression softened at her gaze. "Okay." He said softly and headed to his bedroom.