Chapter 4: Lucifer's Demon

A/N: Many many thanks to all reviewers – your words tickled the muse and inspired me to be able to update faster.

Raising a glass of Mooberry Blackberry wine – made by Morningstar Farms (I kid you not) to the news of Season Two of Lucifer – YAY!

His heart felt a little lighter when he left Linda's office but by the time he got to Lux he was worried again. Had seeing him as the devil and feeling the hellfire scared her away forever? The memory of her scream pierced him in places he didn't think existed in him. The look in her eyes stole his breath. He sat at the piano and played more vigorously than usual trying to quell his thoughts.

Maze dealt out drinks behind the bar but kept a keen eye on him. Something was more off than usual with him - he seemed distressed. He was still barely speaking to her after Amenadiel's actions. She regretted that he felt betrayed – she had never wanted that. Despite what he thought that wasn't her reason for what she did. Yes part of it was selfish she did want to go back but the main reason was his apparent mortality – he could truly be hurt very badly and she cared about him far too much to let that happen. Even if she wanted to kick his ass at times when he deserved it which was rather frequently lately, she didn't want him to suffer. Which unfortunately also seemed to be occurring. She couldn't begin to understand why he had cared about the priest but he had. He was sad and angry and moped around for days after the priest's death. Her attempts to get him to confide in her were met with a piercing gaze and condemnation over her betrayal. He was stubborn, selfish, willful and unforgiving but she knew, deep down, his anger would wear off.

Lucifer's chest felt tight, there also seemed to be something heavy sitting in his throat, his sight grew blurry – dread gripped him. Were those deplorable optical fluids trying to escape again – here in the middle of Lux. Bloody hell he cursed under his breath, he stopped playing bolted up to his penthouse. He passed the Brittanies who were all calling for him to come and play.

As the elevator closed behind him he stood gulping for air and cursing his father. Once again the reputation of the devil weighed heavily on him. Five years on earth and he couldn't break free because punishing people was now a part of him and he couldn't seem to stop it. In fact here on earth he enjoyed it because it was on his own terms but those blasted miscreants still blamed him for all the sins they committed thanks to his father.

He sighed he needed to distract himself – perhaps a good shag with the Brittanies was just what he needed or an engaging threesome – perhaps an Eiffel tower was the way to go. Instead he sighed again, went over to the phone and called the Detective. She didn't answer so he left a message. "Detective, don't you think we should talk? He hung up. Then five minutes later he called again. "I'm sorry." Then a few minutes later... "Chloe, I just want to make sure you are okay, please call." Pathetic…he really was becoming pathetic. He had been telling her he was the devil all along. It wasn't his fault that she didn't believe him. It wasn't like he purposely turned the hellfire on her. The look in her eyes played in his head again. What if this was it…what if she truly was gone from his life. Linda's words echoed through his head. Just le tthem flow. He desperately wanted to feel better but it made no sense that squeezing out a few tears would make that happen. He knew he only felt better last time because Chloe hugged him. Uncountable numbers of humans cried and sobbed when he and Maze had tortured them but he didn't see how that made any of them feel better. It was just a pathetic waste of energy.

He groaned, put his arms on the bar counter and rested his forehead on them. He was alone. Maybe he could try it – but now that he was resigned – nothing happened. His eyes prickled, the lump in his throat was still there but nothing. A hand suddenly stroked his back. He sat up and found Maze standing beside him.

"Leave," he growled - his eyes flashed red. "Or have you forgotten we are done!" he ordered coldly.

Maze stared at her devil who she had known practically since the beginning of time. He hadn't taken her betrayal lightly and obviously it was still heavy on his mind. Everything about their relationship had changed in the last while but mostly he had. In many ways he had always been hers, her partner, her lover, her confidant until now. He had become fascinated by a mortal woman and they had become partners in everything but sex. She herself loved sex as did Lucifer mostly with others but on occasion with each other. She missed those times, she missed being partners, she missed torturing as a team – mostly she missed her devil. Ever since the detective had appeared on the scene she had lost him on so many levels. She could tell something had happened, something that tore at his core in the same way his father's condemning him to hell had consumed him – more so in anger than whatever she was seeing now. Something bad must have happened to his pet detective. She frowned and hoped that the daughter, Trixie, was okay. She had infuriated Lucifer a few months ago when he was down about the detective and was pissed off because she had disrespected him she couldn't resist pushing his buttons further by saying "or what, you'll cry really hard on my shoulder." Now in this almost mortal state he looked capable of it.

"Just because you say we are done doesn't mean I'm just going to disappear- especially when you need me." She blatantly stated staring hard into his eyes.

"I don't need you, Mazikeen," his eyes burned angrily.

She sat down on the bar stool next to him. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe I need you? After eons together I do one thing and you immediately cut me out, shun me – just like your father did to you!" She challenged him angrily. She had had enough of his superiority complex. Yeah he was angel, a fallen one and she was a demon but that didn't mean that he couldn't show her a little respect at times as well.

"You betrayed me –it's not the same thing," he spat.

"I wasn't honest with you on that but I have wanted to go home for a long while now, even more so when you practically became mortal. You could die and my job is to protect your ass! Getting you back home where you are safe by any means necessary was my job!" she explained every word dripping venom.

"So you were willing to force me, take away my free will – the thing I fought for so hard and ended up in hell because of it!'

"And here you'll end up dead – so much for free will!" Her eyes narrowed at him and flashed their own fire.

"I have no more risk of dying than any other mortal has."

"You've become fragile like them – you've lost your immortality – you lost everything." She stated.

"I have retained a number of my gifts. I can still punish with hellfire." He responded coldly.

Maze noticed a strange look cross his face. "I see and did you do that tonight? Did your pet detective witness it and was she horrified by your skills? Is that why you are upset?" she asked quietly.

Eons of being Lucifer's demon gave her insight and by the look on his face she knew she had guessed correctly. "What happened?" she asked softly.

He stared at her hard.

"You can trust me." She stared back.

Deep inside he knew she was his demon. "I was punishing a child molester with hellfire. It was marvelous, he screamed, he thought his flesh was melting…" The look of delight on his face disappeared.

"And then the detective saw it?" Maze added.

Lucifer responded hoarsely, "she stepped in front of it."

Maze was shocked. "That I didn't expect."

"I stopped it right away but she screamed a horrible scream of pain and when I ended it I could see in her eyes how terrified she was of me. She told me to go away and not come back."

"Are you going to listen to her?" Maze asked with a note of hope in her voice.

He shot her a dark look. "No, Dr. Linda said to let her calm down."

"And if she doesn't?"

He opened his mouth, then closed it, blinked a few times and finally admitted, "I don't know what I'll do."

"Why is she so important to you?" Maze probed.

"I don't know," he said exasperated. "I just know when she screamed in pain it made me feel like I've never felt before. I think I've lost her, Maze." His voice caught.

She stared at him in amazement. In all the time she had known him she'd never seen him be so affected. She knew it had hurt like hell when she severed his wings and it had been a momentous moment but he had met it with both anger and joy at thwarting his father. Now he just looked…lost.

She shook her head. "Oh Lucifer, what has happened to the Lord of Hell?" Impulsively she leaned forward and put her arms around him.

"Don't Maze." He choked angrily and attempted to pull back.

She tightened her grip. "Shut up Lucifer, I knew coming to earth was a bad idea. It made you vulnerable." Then she added more softly, "even if you truly believe I betrayed you know this, no matter what – I am always here for you even if you are a pathetic mortal."

He half laughed then relaxed in her arms. Surprisingly a few dreaded tears leaked out. He took a few ragged breaths. He sniffed. "How do humans do this – it's bloody torture.'

Maze gave a soft laugh. "I don't know but I hope I never find out." She released her grip. He could easily have torn out of it but she was relieved that he had chosen not to. She reached over, cupped his face and licked the salty tears off her fingers giving a moan like a well sated cat. Then she stretched over the bar and handed him a tissue box.

"By the way, you owe me a new top." she commented. "And note this one is silk and designer."

He chuckled as he dried his eyes.

She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. "So…do you feel better?"

"No, actually I feel worse, that was pathetic – I don't feel better at all. Humans don't know what they are talking about," he lamented.

Maze reached over the bar again and poured drinks. Lucifer took a long swig. "Now that's an improvement. That's a liquid that makes me feel better."

Maze downed her drink and caressed his shoulder. "Get some rest." She gave him a once over. "By the looks of you – you need it."

"Ha ha ha – I always look good and damn well know it," he responded smugly.

She was relieved to see him more lighthearted again. She winked at him and left.

He downed the rest of his drink then poured himself a few more. He folded his arms on the bar again, laid down his head and fell asleep.

After dinner Dan went back to his apartment to relieve the sitter and spend the evening with Trixie – it was the last night he had her.

Chloe felt restless. She was still processing everything she had seen and felt.

It seemed like a bad dream far too bizarre to be real. But she had seen it and there had been other signs before. She had after all shot him but he had bled which made her ignore the things she had been suspicious of. She thought back to when she shot him – he had seemed genuinely shocked that he bled, his eyes wide and full of disbelief when had looked at her and asked "What's happening to me.'

Logic told her he couldn't be the devil. Seriously the devil came to LA because he's tired of being in hell plus he has major daddy issues. The thought almost made her giggle but his words in the car awhile back echoed in her mind. "I have never lied to you and I will never lie to you.' He'd been saying he was the devil all the time. Then there was the bit with the wings and his hostility towards Father Frank at the beginning. And his mind powers the hidden desire bit. And the hellfire – she had experienced that first hand. The chills that hit him whenever somewhere cold. Perhaps he was a hypnotist but that didn't explain his super human strength and his ability to get past locked doors and how he had survived the bullets that had almost killed her. Then there were those red eyes. She thought she had seen them once before – she hadn't imagined them.

She glanced at her cell. There were three messages from Lucifer. She listened to them.

There wasn't any way she would sleep tonight. She sat and thought for a while –was she really afraid of him. He had scared her and hurt her but neither were intentional. He had been horrified judging by the look on his face. He was selfish and at times a pain in the ass but she liked him a lot and she cared about him. If she didn't currently feel as if she'd been run over by a bulldozer it would be amusing to think her partner in solving crimes was the devil who wanted to forego the courts and immediately punish the guilty. She took a deep breath steeling herself for a visit to the devil.

She entered Lux, which was as usual hopping with masses of writhing bodies. As she waited for the elevator she heard a hiss behind her. She turned to find Maze. It occurred to her that if Lucifer truly was the devil – Maze was something from hell. She suddenly remembered her words. "I followed him through the gates of hell." And Lucifer saying Maze was the one who cut his wings off on his orders. Was she some kind of demon? Maze unnerved her there was something not human about her – she was beautiful there was no doubt about that but her eyes shone eerily with feral lights.

"What are you doing here?" Maze spat. "Haven't you upset him enough for a day?"

Chloe's eyes narrowed. "He wasn't the one who was hurt and he left me three messages."

Maze smiled. "What you felt today is nothing compared to what I will do to you if you hurt him.'

The elevator opened. Chloe stepped in quickly she pressed the penthouse button. Before the doors closed she looked at Maze "I'm not the one who betrayed him." She said glibly.

As the door closed Maze's face seemed to transform into something burned and scarred.

Chloe shivered. What had she gotten herself into? When she entered she found Lucifer asleep. His head rested on folded arms on the bar. She regarded him quietly. He looked rather innocent. Not at all as she would imagine the devil to look. No horns no tail just a good looking guy with some odd quirks.

A/N: wishing all lovely reviewers a week full of happy surprises and Lucifer kisses or whatever or whoever your hidden desire may be.