Mazikeen

She watched as the doctor ran out of the club and hailed a cab. She followed behind trying to get the woman to come back. Snarling she turns and storms back into the club. As she enters she can hear the piano being played. It's that same damn song. She was fed up.

Storming over to him. She stands in front of him and glares. "What happened, with the doctor?"

For a moment he just plays. Not bothering to look up at her. He is wearing that same ripped shirt. His beard scraggly upon his face. He just played. "Nothing." He said after a few moments.

"Didn't look like nothing." She spat out. The demon lowers her face closer to his. "You can't go on like this, Lucifer."

"I'm immortal, Maze." He mumbled and kept playing.

She throws up her hands and storms away. She reaches the bar and pours herself a drink. Standing against the bar she glares at him while gulping it down. The bitter taste the only comfort. She was tired of it. She thought of flying to New York and dragging that sorry daughter of his here. Get her to help. She tried calling her. But she wouldn't come.

Slamming the glass down she starts to leave. She sees someone coming down the stairs. She scoffs. Just what she needed.

Chloe Decker and her offspring walked right towards her. It was bad enough that Chloe had come but did she have to bring the kid. Chloe stops in front of the demon. The two women regard each other for a moment. Chloe looks over at the sullen man playing the piano. "How is he doing?"

Maze folds her arms. And nods her head towards him. "Worse. I thought you were going to help."

"I tried Mazikeen. His head just wasn't in it."

Maze sighs heavily and walks behind the bar. She just was so tired of watching him mope. Watching him play that same damn song over and over. She wanted to claw her eyes out. "I don't know what else to do." She says quietly to the detective.

Chloe could see the concern in Maze's eye. "He'll come around. Its Lucifer." She looks around. "Trixie?"

Maze didn't see where the kid had gotten to. Then they both spy her walking towards Lucifer. Chloe starts to go after her. But pauses when her daughter begins speaking to him. Maze stood beside her and they watched the scene unfold.


Lucifer

After what happened with Dr. Linda he sat in his apartment lonely in the dark. His bar was broken. He had destroyed it in a fit of rage. He had destroyed most of his home last night. The squabble with his brother left him furious. He came home and just lost it.

Now he was out of alcohol. He stumbles down to the club. Picking up a few bottles from behind the bar he walks to the piano. He begins to play the song that has been on repeat in his head. Ever since he came home, he has been unable to think of anything else.

How he failed Isaiah. He felt like he failed both of them. Persephone had pleaded with him to bring her brother back. But he couldn't. He just couldn't. Why didn't he know that Isaiah was alive? He could have found him a better home. Instead he was left to nuns. Nuns who told him he was an abomination. He could have saved Isaiah.

He knew once Isaiah had destroyed the prison that Heaven would come after him. But he thought that maybe his Father would have mercy on him. Shaking his head, he played harder. He hadn't noticed that Chloe and Maze were watching him. He didn't notice the small girl quietly approaching him.

"Lucifer?" Her young voice broke him out of his thoughts. She stood beside the bench. Her black hair done up in a ponytail. Her brown eyes so like a small deer looking at him. In this moment she looked just like Persephone had at that age. Normally he recoiled at her approach.

"Beatrice." He said softly. "To what do I owe this visits?"

She smiled and climbed onto the bench beside him. "Mommy says you are sad."

He stopped playing for a moment. His dark eyes regarding the child. "Yes. I am sad."

"Why?"

He didn't want to answer her. What would he say? How much did this child understand about death? He sighs and places his hands on the piano again. "My son passed away."

"Oh. I'm sorry." She places her small hand on his arm. "You shouldn't feel sad. I bet you are an awesome daddy." Sympathy coming from her small form.

He takes a deep breath. "Thank you." He notices Chloe approaching them. No doubt worried about her child. But he would never hurt her. "Do you play?"

She nodded. "Nana, takes me to lessons sometimes. I only know a little bit." She places her small hands on the big keys. Soon a crude version of Mary Had a Little Lamb fills the quiet club.

He chuckles softly. "Now do as I do" He showed her where to place her hands. Then he showed her what keys to press when. She seemed to have a knack for it. Soon a better version of the Mary had a Little Lamb complete with harmony sounded out of the piano.

The two of them laughed. For the first time in weeks he allowed himself to smile. It felt freeing. He could feel his heart lift. Sitting here with this child he normally reviled made him happy. It was like the time he had spent with his own daughter. Whenever she had needed him he was there. Even though she didn't know who he was.

They played a few more songs before Chloe approached them. "Trixie that was great."

The girl smiled at her mom. "Lucifer is a great teacher. Don't you think, Mom?"

"Yes. He is quite good." She smiles at Lucifer who returns it. She can see a sparkle of the old Lucifer taking form. "We have to get home."

Trixie sighs and turns to Lucifer. "I have to go. Thank you for the lesson."

The Devil nods to the girl. "You are welcome, young Beatrice."

Trixie climbs off the bench and walks next to her waiting mother. Chloe places her hand on Lucifer's arm. "I'll see you tomorrow. I could still use some help on that case. If you are up to it?"

Lucifer takes a deep breath and nods. "I'll see you tomorrow, Detective. Goodbye Beatrice."

He watches as the two of them walk out of the club. Then he begins to play again. This time an upbeat jazzy number. He can feel it uplifting him. When he is done. He calls to Maze. "Maze, bring me a drink."

She happily obliges. Happy that it seems he may be coming out of the funk.